Chapter Eleven
"With Ron?" Harry asked, hardly daring to believe her. He couldn't believe her. It had to be a lie.
Hermione shook her head and burst into tears. She took off down another hallway, but this time Harry didn't bother to follow her. His head was spinning and he couldn't think.
He had lunch now, but he decided he didn't want to go. He didn't know what to do anymore.
~*~*~*~
The days passed and with them went the warm weather and sunny days. The weather turned cool and the leaves on the trees started to turn red and gold and dropped to the ground.
Harry and his friends weren't on the best of terms. There weren't best friends again, but they weren't exactly fighting either. They just avoided each other, which was fine with Harry, as he had enough going on. Quidditch Season was starting and he needed to run try outs for nearly all of the positions.
Occlumency sessions had continued to go on, and Harry thought he could detect the tiniest of improvements. He hadn't had a vision since the summer and his scar hadn't been hurting.
Although, that could also mean that Voldemort was up to something. The wizarding world was in a bit of an uproar since the announcement that the Dark Lord was indeed back. Some refused to believe it, but yet others had moved, hoping to avoid tribulation.
At least four of Harry's classmates had packed up and left, on their way to America. Hermione's dorm mates had all left with the exception of Lavender and Pavarti, which Harry wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.
It was a slightly chilly morning on the second Tuesday in November and Harry was on his way to Professor Snape's class. He had to drag himself out of bed, as he didn't particularly want to go. But then it was Snape's class, so go figure.
He went to breakfast, noticing that Ron and Hermione were already there. He took a seat by Dean and Seamus, glancing down the table at his former friends.
"Why don't you just talk to them?" asked a voice in his ear. Harry turned to his left to see Luna looking at him with an eyebrow raised. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing her bottle cap necklace.
Harry sighed, not really paying attention. His troubles were much larger than he could explain in a few minuets. In fact, it would probably take a good long time to completely explain everything.
Besides, it wasn't as if Luna was his best friend or anything. It wasn't as if he could entrust her with anything at all. He tore his eyes away from Ron and Hermione, who was laughing over something Ron had said.
He looked down at the other side of the table at Ginny. Her hair was done in a long plait down her back and she was talking to her friends.
He glanced at his watch, the one he had gotten for his birthday and hadn't looked at further, and saw that it was nearly time for class. He thought about it, and realized that it would be better for Harry to be early. It wouldn't give Snape a reason to give him detention or take points.
"I gotta go, Luna. Bye," Harry told her, picking up his bag and standing up.
"Harry, hang on," Luna said, putting a hand on his elbow. "We've got a Hogsmead trip next week, right?" Harry nodded. Luna blinked a few times and then said quickly, "Do you think you might want to go with me?"
Harry glanced down at Hermione and Ron. Ron appeared to ask her something and she glanced down at Harry. They met eyes for a split second and then Hermione nodded firmly.
"Sure Luna, I'd love to." And with out checking her reaction, he got up and headed for class.
He strolled along the corridor; glad he'd done what he had. If Hermione wanted to go out with Ron, well she could go right ahead.
He reached up and rubbed his forehead. His scar was starting to burn, which was odd because it hadn't for a while. The pain mounted and forced Harry down on his knees. Something was forcing it's was into his line of vision.
He struggled to push it back, but it was too strong. It swept over his like a wave.
There was a quiet street. Nothing looked out of the ordinary or anything. Harry recognized it as Grimmauld Place. The wind blew, and Harry shivered.
Without prier warning, the end of the street exploded, blowing chunks of asphalt in every direction.
A line of death eaters trooped in, blowing the door off of number twelve. Harry ran after them. Remus was in there; Harry had to get to him. He couldn't lose Remus, he just couldn't.
A cloud passed over the moon, leaving the full moon to shine down on the destroyed street. A howl could be heard in the distance.
Five death eaters came out of the house, dragging a struggling wolf. A werewolf. Remus Lupin.
The vision faded and Harry found himself seated on the floor of a dungeon corridor. It was empty, and it seemed that the vision had only lasted a few seconds.
Harry struggled to his feet and dashed upstairs to Dumbledore's office. He racked his memory for the password. When he couldn't think of it, he kicked the gargoyles in a sort of blind panic. They had Remus; he had to get to Dumbledore.
He pounded on the door and nearly fell through it when it opened. He scrambled up the stairs and burst into Dumbledore's office.
"Professor, Remus! They took him from Grimmauld Place and-" he stopped suddenly, realizing how stupid he sounded. He was hit with a memory, the one of Sirius. Nearly his last.
And furthermore, Remus was in the room. Harry's eyes swept the place and saw Remus seated in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, looking at Harry with quite an odd expression.
A/N: Yes, I know! It's been practically forever! I haven't updated since September! Also, I apologize for the cliffie; I knew I had to put something up! I'm working on the next chapter already! And It will include the plot on the summery! I swear!
"With Ron?" Harry asked, hardly daring to believe her. He couldn't believe her. It had to be a lie.
Hermione shook her head and burst into tears. She took off down another hallway, but this time Harry didn't bother to follow her. His head was spinning and he couldn't think.
He had lunch now, but he decided he didn't want to go. He didn't know what to do anymore.
~*~*~*~
The days passed and with them went the warm weather and sunny days. The weather turned cool and the leaves on the trees started to turn red and gold and dropped to the ground.
Harry and his friends weren't on the best of terms. There weren't best friends again, but they weren't exactly fighting either. They just avoided each other, which was fine with Harry, as he had enough going on. Quidditch Season was starting and he needed to run try outs for nearly all of the positions.
Occlumency sessions had continued to go on, and Harry thought he could detect the tiniest of improvements. He hadn't had a vision since the summer and his scar hadn't been hurting.
Although, that could also mean that Voldemort was up to something. The wizarding world was in a bit of an uproar since the announcement that the Dark Lord was indeed back. Some refused to believe it, but yet others had moved, hoping to avoid tribulation.
At least four of Harry's classmates had packed up and left, on their way to America. Hermione's dorm mates had all left with the exception of Lavender and Pavarti, which Harry wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.
It was a slightly chilly morning on the second Tuesday in November and Harry was on his way to Professor Snape's class. He had to drag himself out of bed, as he didn't particularly want to go. But then it was Snape's class, so go figure.
He went to breakfast, noticing that Ron and Hermione were already there. He took a seat by Dean and Seamus, glancing down the table at his former friends.
"Why don't you just talk to them?" asked a voice in his ear. Harry turned to his left to see Luna looking at him with an eyebrow raised. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing her bottle cap necklace.
Harry sighed, not really paying attention. His troubles were much larger than he could explain in a few minuets. In fact, it would probably take a good long time to completely explain everything.
Besides, it wasn't as if Luna was his best friend or anything. It wasn't as if he could entrust her with anything at all. He tore his eyes away from Ron and Hermione, who was laughing over something Ron had said.
He looked down at the other side of the table at Ginny. Her hair was done in a long plait down her back and she was talking to her friends.
He glanced at his watch, the one he had gotten for his birthday and hadn't looked at further, and saw that it was nearly time for class. He thought about it, and realized that it would be better for Harry to be early. It wouldn't give Snape a reason to give him detention or take points.
"I gotta go, Luna. Bye," Harry told her, picking up his bag and standing up.
"Harry, hang on," Luna said, putting a hand on his elbow. "We've got a Hogsmead trip next week, right?" Harry nodded. Luna blinked a few times and then said quickly, "Do you think you might want to go with me?"
Harry glanced down at Hermione and Ron. Ron appeared to ask her something and she glanced down at Harry. They met eyes for a split second and then Hermione nodded firmly.
"Sure Luna, I'd love to." And with out checking her reaction, he got up and headed for class.
He strolled along the corridor; glad he'd done what he had. If Hermione wanted to go out with Ron, well she could go right ahead.
He reached up and rubbed his forehead. His scar was starting to burn, which was odd because it hadn't for a while. The pain mounted and forced Harry down on his knees. Something was forcing it's was into his line of vision.
He struggled to push it back, but it was too strong. It swept over his like a wave.
There was a quiet street. Nothing looked out of the ordinary or anything. Harry recognized it as Grimmauld Place. The wind blew, and Harry shivered.
Without prier warning, the end of the street exploded, blowing chunks of asphalt in every direction.
A line of death eaters trooped in, blowing the door off of number twelve. Harry ran after them. Remus was in there; Harry had to get to him. He couldn't lose Remus, he just couldn't.
A cloud passed over the moon, leaving the full moon to shine down on the destroyed street. A howl could be heard in the distance.
Five death eaters came out of the house, dragging a struggling wolf. A werewolf. Remus Lupin.
The vision faded and Harry found himself seated on the floor of a dungeon corridor. It was empty, and it seemed that the vision had only lasted a few seconds.
Harry struggled to his feet and dashed upstairs to Dumbledore's office. He racked his memory for the password. When he couldn't think of it, he kicked the gargoyles in a sort of blind panic. They had Remus; he had to get to Dumbledore.
He pounded on the door and nearly fell through it when it opened. He scrambled up the stairs and burst into Dumbledore's office.
"Professor, Remus! They took him from Grimmauld Place and-" he stopped suddenly, realizing how stupid he sounded. He was hit with a memory, the one of Sirius. Nearly his last.
And furthermore, Remus was in the room. Harry's eyes swept the place and saw Remus seated in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, looking at Harry with quite an odd expression.
A/N: Yes, I know! It's been practically forever! I haven't updated since September! Also, I apologize for the cliffie; I knew I had to put something up! I'm working on the next chapter already! And It will include the plot on the summery! I swear!