CHAPTER 21- BAD VIBES

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THIS FAN FICTION IS A BRANCH OFF FROM THE YULE BALL, AND EXCERCISING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

WELL… HI. IT'S BEEN A WHILE HASN'T IT? SORRY ABOUT THAT. I'VE BEEN THROUGH SOME PERSONAL STUFF AS OF LATE, WHICH I'D RATHER NOT DISCUSS. BUT REGARDLESS, I'M BACK TO FINSIH THIS FIC, AND THEN WRITE MORE! SO, LET'S ENJOY THE CONTINOUATION OF THIS STORY, AND SEE IF IT CAN BE FINSIHED BEFORE THE NEW YEAR!

Harry had enjoyed his role reversal, finally he taught Hermione something.

The weeks passed, and the eve of the third, and final task came. Harry sat alone in the Gryffindor Common Room, his eyes fixed on the fire. Having no idea of what was ahead of him frightened him to the core.

Before fourth year, Harry had very little. If he died, he wouldn't have left much behind. But now, he had Hermione. And he had built this empire of confidence and love, that he couldn't leave. He could only imagine Hermione's face at the thought of his death, and that was enough to provide a terrifying mental block. Harry had too much to lose. And that was the worst thing. He had confidence that Hermione could continue with her life, he had even threatened her that he would haunt her if she didn't move on.

In the middle of Harry's deep thoughts, the very person on his mind made her way down the stairs. Hermione Granger was troubled by similar thoughts about the following day. The ghastly nature of the two previous tasks was what struck the note of fear. A dragon. Nearly drowning. What could come next? Another question: what could possibly be worse?

'Harry's a fighter, he'll be fine.' She thought to herself. She knew it was a lie, and she couldn't help but think the worst. 'He's going to die… and I'll never see him again.' She was in clear distress on the outside, hair even bushier than usual, and eyes stained with tears.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry asked soothingly, as if he didn't know. It was obvious, it happened last time. At that very moment, Hermione opened the emotional floodgates.

"Harry please don't die! I can't let you die! Don't do the Third Task, please! Harry if you die it's all over for me… let me do the task for you!"

"NO!" Harry cut her off, "Hermione I can't allow you to put yourself in danger. I have to do this, you of all people would understand that."

"But if you do it, you could die! Please Harry… I'm begging you…"

"Hermione, if I pull out, I have to forfeit my life. So, looking at it one way, I'm less likely to die of I do the final task."

"But there's so much that could go wrong Harry…" Hermione's eyes were full of tears. Harry couldn't stand to see her cry, but he couldn't lie to her either.

"Oh, come here," Harry said, holding out his arms, which his bushy-haired girlfriend quickly fell into. "You're not the only one who's worried. I'm terrified. But I have to push past that, for my own sake. I can't give up, and if I continue tomorrow, I might as well go for victory."

Hermione smiled in into his chest. She knew what he was saying was genuine, as he had always been to her. 'Maybe he'll be alright, I'm just worrying too much, as usual.' She thought to herself. She pulled him tighter.

"But that's not the only thing concerning me right now." Harry said, letting go of Hermione, then walking towards the window. A storm was passing overhead, and rain was pouring in bucket-loads over Hogwarts. A bolt of lightning struck the grounds, and the entire castle was illuminated for a split second. Harry felt a terrible pain, rooting from his scar, but you wouldn't have known it by looking at him.

"What's concerning you Harry?" Hermione asked, eyeing him suspiciously. Harry kept quiet, and didn't even look at Hermione when she came and stood next to him. She tugged on his arm in hope of a response, but got nothing. "Please Harry, tell me."

"Well… I feel something. My scar burns more than ever… something's coming Hermione. I can feel it. Everyone's in danger, the whole world in fact." Harry said, still not making eye contact.

"How do you know Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned about her boyfriend's strange feeling.

"I just do. I don't know what, and I don't know when… but something is happening."

"I believe you Harry. I will always trust you, and be by your side. Together, we'll stop anything… just you watch!"

The pair giggled, and sat down by the fire. In what seemed like an instant, they fell into a deep sleep. Hermione dreamed of her and Harry having a baby girl, called Emma, who was the spitting image of her. Harry on the other hand, was having a very different dream. He wouldn't remember, or even know about the terrible events to come.

He dreamt of it, he saw it, but it was all still in the future, the near future. The next day.

The Dark Lord was returning.

TO BE CONTINUED

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

SO, I'M BACK. YAY! I'M VERY EXCITED TO CONTINUE THIS STORY FOR YOU GUYS. IT'S ALL ABOUT TO GET VERY DARK AND SERIOUS, SO I FIGURED I'D WRITE A SHORTER, SLOWER CHAPTER JUST TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS. I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A GREAT CHRISTMAS! NEXT CHAPTER COMING TOMORROW. ANYTHING I HAVE WRITTEN (SUCH AS CHARMS, SPELLS OR CURSES) MAY BE INCORRECT OR BE WRONG FOR CERTAIN FUNCTIONS. SOME FACTS MAY ALSO BE INCORRECT. DON'T BLAME ME. I'M NOT A GENIUS.