A/N: Okay, my darling readers, here it is, the second in the Confession series, covering Book 2. Of course the shortest, because, hey, Hermione was PERTRIFIED for half of the year (give or take). It's early, I'm still farther down the road to insanity than any of you are, so please excuse my writing. Sorry it took so long. I'll try to get the next two up sometime...And after the next two, we wait for Book 5. But don't worry; I have an idea for a really, really angst-y fic and another, lighter one that I could do a series on. You'll just have to be patient and wait, just as we must wait for the goddess J. K. to do her writing. I'll try and be quick, because I know the agony of waiting. I've come up with some really interesting thoughts on Harry being able to kill someone, and him, well, turning. But now I'm babbling, you probably want to see the story. For my theories, ask me in an e-mail (my chosen address for this is potterfan@quincymail.com. It's one of three. Another is in my profile, and the third is for my Potter-free life, no matter how ashamed I am to have one) or in a review. Include your address, and I'll get back to ya. And, I'm trying to do footnotes, tell me if it works. Ah, right, the story. I almost forgot...But first, the
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and mentioned events are contained in the Harry Potter book series (no duh), and they belong to the Mistress of Perfection, Joanne Kathleen Rowling, who recently turned 35. The show 'Tenchi Muyo' belongs to whoever made it. Also, this product of my demented cerebrum belongs to...lesee, who this time...Jason Fox, of the Foxtrot comic (which, in turn, belongs to Bill Amend. The site is www.foxtrot.com, of all things, and that's where Quincymail comes from) and you can't have it, bwahaha and things like that.
The Second Confession
An Original Fanfic by Tualha
It was again late night. Ronald Weasley and myself, Hermione Granger, were again sitting in the familiar Gryffindor common room. The fire had one more turned to glowing embers. It was time to continue my story. The night before, I had started my tale, explaining how, as soon as I met him, and even before, I had been deeply in love with our friend, the famed Harry Potter. Harry, as fate would have it, seemed to be oblivious to this fact. I had cracked, and spilled my deepest secret to Ron. The previous night, I had told of our first year at Hogwarts, explaining all that had happened from my point of view. But we had been interrupted when Harry himself had come to see why Ron wasn't in bed. Now we were to continue. Oh, I wondered if I would be able to start again. It would have been so much easier never to stop.1
Ron sank into an armchair. He had a heavier, more solemn and serious look on his face tonight, where, last night, there had been one of shocked disbelief fading to avid interest. I thought now of the fourth year of our schooling, when it had become all too evident that he had a crush on me2. A small shadow of guilt floated over me. He was probably the last person that wanted to hear this. But I brushed it away quickly. He was my second-best friend, and who else was going to listen. McGonagall? No, this was too...too...well, too something for her. The girls? Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and them? No way! I had never really been friends with them. They were too ditzy for my liking. The only girl my age that I could even think of telling was Lisa Turpin, a Ravenclaw girl in my Arithmancy class. But that wasn't possible. The Gryffindors as a whole didn't have any classes with Ravenclaw, so I had never really gotten to know Lisa all that much. Truly, there was no one else that would listen. I didn't have any Quidditch buddies because I didn't play. Flying was fun, but I'm no great shakes at sports. Never have been. I don't like being in a team for just about anything. One of the things that I like best about Hogwarts is that there's no P. E. I always preferred to read. I still do.
So I'm sitting here thinking all of the above things, when I notice the look that Ron has upon his face. He is sitting there, drumming his fingers on the chair, and I feel guilty again. I begin.
"Okay, second year," I say after taking a deep breath. "That year began in Diagon Alley. I was so glad to see you guys! When I had heard about your 'brilliant' plan to get Harry, I was almost in hysterics. What if the Dursleys caught you? What if you were seen? A million of those 'what ifs' floated about in my head. I hardly got any sleep." I almost stop to scowl at him (I love and need my sleep) but caught myself. I continued.
"So, anyway, I was quite relieved to see you both that day. By this time, of course, I cared about you and Harry as friends so much that I was nearly content with Harry not loving me back. Nearly. I was very glad to see you, though, because I've never had many friends in my hometown, and I couldn't do magic, so my parents kept me busy with supplemental work; they made me do all of the work that I missed in 6th grade. These 'supplements' are partly why I know so much outside of magic. I don't enjoy the supplements; they're too much like homework. Which I do usually hate, although you wouldn't know it from looking at me. Besides, you guys are my friends, and I missed you. And Harry not answering my letters...that was too much! I nearly jumped with joy when I saw that both of you were alive, well, and not in the custody of either the police or the Ministry. I thought that it might be fun to go on that roller coaster cart ride with you guys (I read about it in The Gringotts Bank Establishment by Penny Coinpintcher). I love roller coasters; my favs are in Kennywood, an amusement park in Pennsylvania. It is of course, the best park in the world, as Pennsylvania is the best state3. In my (not-so-)humble opinion. But I'm getting off subject.
"I left you that day, happy that I would see you again in a couple of days. Unfortunately I was wrong, don't you dare laugh, Ron. As soon as I got to school, I started looking for you. What had happened? I had also searched the train. You weren't there. I hardly ate during the feast. Then, near the end, I heard this rumor that you had gotten expelled, something having to do with a flying car. I was horrified. It would be bad enough if YOU were expelled, what with the reaction that your mother would have. But Harry?!?!?! The Dursleys would send him away to some school where no one could reach him. He would be too much the easy target for You-Know-Who or his followers. I couldn't find you anywhere at the feast, so as soon as we were dismissed, I checked all possible routes to the tower. Finally, I found you at the entrance. Apparently, you were not, in fact, expelled. But you had flown a car to Hogwarts. And it was awfully risky. But, oh well, you guys were both fine. Still, it was a really stupid idea. Aside from that, I had to really fight to keep a straight face the next morning when you got the Howler." I snicker at the dirty look that Ron is giving me, and I continue.
"Nothing much happened for a few days...then came your detentions. It was a normal night for me, albeit quiet. I finished my homework quickly, the cause being that, although I did have quite a bit, there were no distractions. I chatted a tad with the other girls. I had seen Ginny go up to her room earlier, with a tense, scared look on her face. I was curious, so on my way up, I stopped into her room to check up on her. She was scribbling into a thin black book, which was, of course, Riddle's diary. In any case, she didn't notice I was there until I said hello, and then she hurriedly stuffed the book out of sight. I paid this no mind and went on up to my room. I, of course have seen your dorm, but you have never seen mine. Let me tell you, it's a lot nicer. You'll notice that I keep saying 'my room', emphasis on the 'my'. There is a very good reason for this. The girls' tower is much higher than the boys', and it has one of those moving staircases, like in Dumbledore's office entrance.4 And when I say much higher, I mean MUCH higher. Each girl has her own room on her own story. Here, I'll describe them for you. They are circular, and decorated to the girl's specifications. Decorate is one of the first things that we do. At any rate, they contain one large canopy bed, a large dresser, a book/knick-knack case, a bean bag chair, a wizard's wireless, and a nifty little machine that holds a book in front of your face and turns the pages for you. We have night tables where you say the thing you want and it floats into your hand. We also have keys to our rooms, and pegs near the doors where our bags, and cloaks and stuff of the such are kept. There's a vanity cabinet with all kinds of make-up and stuff, and a chair in front of it, and a writing desk with ink, parchment, quills, envelopes, stamps, Howler kits, and it's own chair. There are some couches and chairs, a table, and a fully stocked kitchenette for entertaining. There's a small room for keeping a pet or having a friend over for the night, a small, extra, bed, the kind that comes out from the wall, and a screen to change behind, silly as it might seem to you. There's a loft that's as soft as a cloud, with walls that are enchanted like the Great Hall ceiling. In the lofts, you can press a little button, and it's just like you floating, and falling, and it's the best, most relaxing thing in the world.
"Oh, and there's the bathroom. Every girl has her own bathroom, too. They're large, and decorated, again, in whatever colors and such the inhabitant wishes. There's a big shower stall that has a bunch of really nice settings. In one, it'll massage you in just the right spot, just the right way. In another, it's overhead, like it's raining. There's one in which you get misted, and one...well, you're going to laugh at this, and it only works starting when you're 14, but the water feels like kisses. And that's only the shower. There's a tub that has so many more options, and it's huge, 8' deep, and 5' by 7'. There are hundreds of sorts of bubble baths, and there's one thing where it's exactly like you're in the ocean, sounds, sand, breeze and all, except for one thing, which is that instead of being salty, it's sugary. There's one setting where it's like the Dead Sea, you know, with the floating. There's a bed thingy, where you can actually fall asleep on a bed of foam which supports you and your head perfectly (as the beds do) and wake up washed. Of course, there's a Jacuzzi one. Oh, and the towels are SO soft, and there are all different sorts of soaps, and shampoos, and conditioners, and body washes, and everything like that. It's heaven. But, there's and even better bath, if a simpler one, on the top floor. It's this HUGE swimming pool thing, all dim and steamy, shallow or deep depending on where you are, surrounded by plants and with a ceiling of skylights. Everyone comes in their bathing suits and lounges and talks, mostly on weekends, after Quidditch matches and stuff like that. It's nearly exactly like that girls' bath on 'Tenchi Muyo'5." Again I snicker as Ron stares at me, mouth wide open, his expression one of mixed deep envy and shocked disbelief. I keep laughing as I picture his room, a small circular one with a few night tables and beds.
I again resume my story, remembering a detail that I had excluded about that day, specifically the morning6. "Of course, that morning was the first time Malfoy called me 'Mudblood.' I didn't care, and still don't (You think I care what Malfoy's opinion of me is? I like to think I have a better self-image that that), but obviously, you and the Quidditch team were offended, with the exception of Harry, who, like me, had absolutely no idea what was going on. Looking back, it was sort of funny, in the slightest way, Harry and me standing there like idiots while the rest of you exploded. I recall us glancing at each other, looking very confused. But then your wand exploded, and...well..." At a loss for tactful comments about that event, I move on.
"Then came your detentions, and the first time Harry heard the basilisk. And that started everything." I pause here, unsure how to tell the large amount of things that came next before we both dropped unconscious. I'm so tired...I kneed my eyes with my fists, and glance at Ron. He's wearing a concrete look, his hazel eyes cold.
"I...er..." I search my brain for details, and finally grab the Polyjuice Potion. "Right. The Polyjuice Potion. I have a deep-lying hatred for Malfoy, as we all do, and if it was him that was causing Harry all this misery...I couldn't bear to see him feeling so alone. I threw myself into the project with a maniacal passion. And, as much as being a cat unnerved me, it was sort of interesting. I always wondered what it would be like to have a tail." I remember the occasion fondly, then resume my monologue.
"Well, there was a bit of a stall until the dueling club. I can still remember exactly how I froze as soon as I heard that hissing coming out of Harry's mouth. Time sort of stopped...the only sound was the blood pounding in my temples7...then you and I were rushing to Harry's side...I knew by the look on his face that he hadn't...that he couldn't...that he didn't know what he had done. Then, a few days later, it clicked. When I was 11, just entering the magic world, I had researched all the ways I could die. That's how I knew about Avada Kedavra in fourth year. I had, of course, read about the basilisk. However, not needing the knowledge at Hogwarts, I had forgotten it, mostly. It had been tucked back into my subconscious. I had a faint idea, but...then, I figured it out, I just needed to check something, verify my hunch. At that moment, I realized how scared I actually was. Being Muggle born...well, it's not the easiest thing in the world. My whole body went cold at the though of the monster...But somehow, I found my head, and warned Penelope (I knew her from a study group) to look with a mirror around corners. I don't remember much about being attacked...and then there were the months that I was Paralyzed. Madame Pomfrey was wrong; there is a point to talking to a Paralyzed person. You're fully conscious, just not able to respond to anything, you're body is totally numb. It was torture; I tried to sleep a lot, but it didn't work. The worst part was when you came to visit me. I was longing to talk, to feel so much that I could taste it. When Harry figured out the mystery, I was ecstatic, but my elation soon turned to fear. I knew Harry would go into the Chamber. I couldn't stop him, and I didn't know what would happen. I spent the remaining weeks agonizing over this. What if he had died? I figured you'd be with him, but that only worried me more. What if you both died?! Finally, I was awoken...it was over...you two were safe...the end of another year...I felt so sorry for Harry, having to go back to the Dursleys, but I knew he would live. And that took him into the Summer of Dobby...Oh my GOD!!! I forgot to do our Care of Magical Creatures essay!!!" This sent me into a panic.
"Hermione," Ron soothed, "it's not due till the day after tomorrow!"
"I know...I have other thing to do...oh my God, how did I forget?!" Gasping, I rushed upstairs to my dorm, preparing for a sleepless night. In my haste, I didn't notice Ron going upstairs, too, and passing a shadow...
A/N2: Ooh, little cliffhanger. Too bad you guys won't find anything out until the end of the series *evil laugh*. Well, I thought this was going to be the shortest...oh well...sorry it's SO late...it slipped my mind...sat there on my disk, all sad and alone. ::feels sorry for the poor fic:: By the way, to the other fic writers: Why do you keep calling Harry Harold?! His name is Harry! Harry is a real name. Grrr...oh well, at least I have a new pet peeve...Reviews! Please!
1 At this point in the story, all true Potterfans should be reminded of the time in Book 4 when Harry had to tell of his experiences in Little Hangleton, with Lord Voldemort. Sorry, I just had to say that. Keep reading. Go on! Thank you. Sheesh, people never listen these days. ::Walks off grumbling::
2 Ahh! Don't flame me, I only want reviews!! Ahh! ::Runs away screaming::
3 Believe me, I've been there. It's real cool.
4 Yes, I do know that Ron's never been there, and that they never say that Hermione has. Literary license, hahaha. Besides, don't you think that Hermione would have gone to Dumbledore's office about all that business with the Time Turner?
5 That's an animè on Cartoon Network. It shows during Toonami at 6:00 Eastern. It's a cool show, and you guys should watch it. No, they aren't paying me.
6 Do you remember what it is? Betcha don't! Okay, am I annoying you? 'Cause if I am, tell me. Oh, and you don't have to read these. Nothing mandatory to the plot here.
7 I can actually perfectly imagine what that would have been like from Harry's point of view. Very dramatic, all slow motion and strobe lights-like pauses.
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and mentioned events are contained in the Harry Potter book series (no duh), and they belong to the Mistress of Perfection, Joanne Kathleen Rowling, who recently turned 35. The show 'Tenchi Muyo' belongs to whoever made it. Also, this product of my demented cerebrum belongs to...lesee, who this time...Jason Fox, of the Foxtrot comic (which, in turn, belongs to Bill Amend. The site is www.foxtrot.com, of all things, and that's where Quincymail comes from) and you can't have it, bwahaha and things like that.
The Second Confession
An Original Fanfic by Tualha
It was again late night. Ronald Weasley and myself, Hermione Granger, were again sitting in the familiar Gryffindor common room. The fire had one more turned to glowing embers. It was time to continue my story. The night before, I had started my tale, explaining how, as soon as I met him, and even before, I had been deeply in love with our friend, the famed Harry Potter. Harry, as fate would have it, seemed to be oblivious to this fact. I had cracked, and spilled my deepest secret to Ron. The previous night, I had told of our first year at Hogwarts, explaining all that had happened from my point of view. But we had been interrupted when Harry himself had come to see why Ron wasn't in bed. Now we were to continue. Oh, I wondered if I would be able to start again. It would have been so much easier never to stop.1
Ron sank into an armchair. He had a heavier, more solemn and serious look on his face tonight, where, last night, there had been one of shocked disbelief fading to avid interest. I thought now of the fourth year of our schooling, when it had become all too evident that he had a crush on me2. A small shadow of guilt floated over me. He was probably the last person that wanted to hear this. But I brushed it away quickly. He was my second-best friend, and who else was going to listen. McGonagall? No, this was too...too...well, too something for her. The girls? Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and them? No way! I had never really been friends with them. They were too ditzy for my liking. The only girl my age that I could even think of telling was Lisa Turpin, a Ravenclaw girl in my Arithmancy class. But that wasn't possible. The Gryffindors as a whole didn't have any classes with Ravenclaw, so I had never really gotten to know Lisa all that much. Truly, there was no one else that would listen. I didn't have any Quidditch buddies because I didn't play. Flying was fun, but I'm no great shakes at sports. Never have been. I don't like being in a team for just about anything. One of the things that I like best about Hogwarts is that there's no P. E. I always preferred to read. I still do.
So I'm sitting here thinking all of the above things, when I notice the look that Ron has upon his face. He is sitting there, drumming his fingers on the chair, and I feel guilty again. I begin.
"Okay, second year," I say after taking a deep breath. "That year began in Diagon Alley. I was so glad to see you guys! When I had heard about your 'brilliant' plan to get Harry, I was almost in hysterics. What if the Dursleys caught you? What if you were seen? A million of those 'what ifs' floated about in my head. I hardly got any sleep." I almost stop to scowl at him (I love and need my sleep) but caught myself. I continued.
"So, anyway, I was quite relieved to see you both that day. By this time, of course, I cared about you and Harry as friends so much that I was nearly content with Harry not loving me back. Nearly. I was very glad to see you, though, because I've never had many friends in my hometown, and I couldn't do magic, so my parents kept me busy with supplemental work; they made me do all of the work that I missed in 6th grade. These 'supplements' are partly why I know so much outside of magic. I don't enjoy the supplements; they're too much like homework. Which I do usually hate, although you wouldn't know it from looking at me. Besides, you guys are my friends, and I missed you. And Harry not answering my letters...that was too much! I nearly jumped with joy when I saw that both of you were alive, well, and not in the custody of either the police or the Ministry. I thought that it might be fun to go on that roller coaster cart ride with you guys (I read about it in The Gringotts Bank Establishment by Penny Coinpintcher). I love roller coasters; my favs are in Kennywood, an amusement park in Pennsylvania. It is of course, the best park in the world, as Pennsylvania is the best state3. In my (not-so-)humble opinion. But I'm getting off subject.
"I left you that day, happy that I would see you again in a couple of days. Unfortunately I was wrong, don't you dare laugh, Ron. As soon as I got to school, I started looking for you. What had happened? I had also searched the train. You weren't there. I hardly ate during the feast. Then, near the end, I heard this rumor that you had gotten expelled, something having to do with a flying car. I was horrified. It would be bad enough if YOU were expelled, what with the reaction that your mother would have. But Harry?!?!?! The Dursleys would send him away to some school where no one could reach him. He would be too much the easy target for You-Know-Who or his followers. I couldn't find you anywhere at the feast, so as soon as we were dismissed, I checked all possible routes to the tower. Finally, I found you at the entrance. Apparently, you were not, in fact, expelled. But you had flown a car to Hogwarts. And it was awfully risky. But, oh well, you guys were both fine. Still, it was a really stupid idea. Aside from that, I had to really fight to keep a straight face the next morning when you got the Howler." I snicker at the dirty look that Ron is giving me, and I continue.
"Nothing much happened for a few days...then came your detentions. It was a normal night for me, albeit quiet. I finished my homework quickly, the cause being that, although I did have quite a bit, there were no distractions. I chatted a tad with the other girls. I had seen Ginny go up to her room earlier, with a tense, scared look on her face. I was curious, so on my way up, I stopped into her room to check up on her. She was scribbling into a thin black book, which was, of course, Riddle's diary. In any case, she didn't notice I was there until I said hello, and then she hurriedly stuffed the book out of sight. I paid this no mind and went on up to my room. I, of course have seen your dorm, but you have never seen mine. Let me tell you, it's a lot nicer. You'll notice that I keep saying 'my room', emphasis on the 'my'. There is a very good reason for this. The girls' tower is much higher than the boys', and it has one of those moving staircases, like in Dumbledore's office entrance.4 And when I say much higher, I mean MUCH higher. Each girl has her own room on her own story. Here, I'll describe them for you. They are circular, and decorated to the girl's specifications. Decorate is one of the first things that we do. At any rate, they contain one large canopy bed, a large dresser, a book/knick-knack case, a bean bag chair, a wizard's wireless, and a nifty little machine that holds a book in front of your face and turns the pages for you. We have night tables where you say the thing you want and it floats into your hand. We also have keys to our rooms, and pegs near the doors where our bags, and cloaks and stuff of the such are kept. There's a vanity cabinet with all kinds of make-up and stuff, and a chair in front of it, and a writing desk with ink, parchment, quills, envelopes, stamps, Howler kits, and it's own chair. There are some couches and chairs, a table, and a fully stocked kitchenette for entertaining. There's a small room for keeping a pet or having a friend over for the night, a small, extra, bed, the kind that comes out from the wall, and a screen to change behind, silly as it might seem to you. There's a loft that's as soft as a cloud, with walls that are enchanted like the Great Hall ceiling. In the lofts, you can press a little button, and it's just like you floating, and falling, and it's the best, most relaxing thing in the world.
"Oh, and there's the bathroom. Every girl has her own bathroom, too. They're large, and decorated, again, in whatever colors and such the inhabitant wishes. There's a big shower stall that has a bunch of really nice settings. In one, it'll massage you in just the right spot, just the right way. In another, it's overhead, like it's raining. There's one in which you get misted, and one...well, you're going to laugh at this, and it only works starting when you're 14, but the water feels like kisses. And that's only the shower. There's a tub that has so many more options, and it's huge, 8' deep, and 5' by 7'. There are hundreds of sorts of bubble baths, and there's one thing where it's exactly like you're in the ocean, sounds, sand, breeze and all, except for one thing, which is that instead of being salty, it's sugary. There's one setting where it's like the Dead Sea, you know, with the floating. There's a bed thingy, where you can actually fall asleep on a bed of foam which supports you and your head perfectly (as the beds do) and wake up washed. Of course, there's a Jacuzzi one. Oh, and the towels are SO soft, and there are all different sorts of soaps, and shampoos, and conditioners, and body washes, and everything like that. It's heaven. But, there's and even better bath, if a simpler one, on the top floor. It's this HUGE swimming pool thing, all dim and steamy, shallow or deep depending on where you are, surrounded by plants and with a ceiling of skylights. Everyone comes in their bathing suits and lounges and talks, mostly on weekends, after Quidditch matches and stuff like that. It's nearly exactly like that girls' bath on 'Tenchi Muyo'5." Again I snicker as Ron stares at me, mouth wide open, his expression one of mixed deep envy and shocked disbelief. I keep laughing as I picture his room, a small circular one with a few night tables and beds.
I again resume my story, remembering a detail that I had excluded about that day, specifically the morning6. "Of course, that morning was the first time Malfoy called me 'Mudblood.' I didn't care, and still don't (You think I care what Malfoy's opinion of me is? I like to think I have a better self-image that that), but obviously, you and the Quidditch team were offended, with the exception of Harry, who, like me, had absolutely no idea what was going on. Looking back, it was sort of funny, in the slightest way, Harry and me standing there like idiots while the rest of you exploded. I recall us glancing at each other, looking very confused. But then your wand exploded, and...well..." At a loss for tactful comments about that event, I move on.
"Then came your detentions, and the first time Harry heard the basilisk. And that started everything." I pause here, unsure how to tell the large amount of things that came next before we both dropped unconscious. I'm so tired...I kneed my eyes with my fists, and glance at Ron. He's wearing a concrete look, his hazel eyes cold.
"I...er..." I search my brain for details, and finally grab the Polyjuice Potion. "Right. The Polyjuice Potion. I have a deep-lying hatred for Malfoy, as we all do, and if it was him that was causing Harry all this misery...I couldn't bear to see him feeling so alone. I threw myself into the project with a maniacal passion. And, as much as being a cat unnerved me, it was sort of interesting. I always wondered what it would be like to have a tail." I remember the occasion fondly, then resume my monologue.
"Well, there was a bit of a stall until the dueling club. I can still remember exactly how I froze as soon as I heard that hissing coming out of Harry's mouth. Time sort of stopped...the only sound was the blood pounding in my temples7...then you and I were rushing to Harry's side...I knew by the look on his face that he hadn't...that he couldn't...that he didn't know what he had done. Then, a few days later, it clicked. When I was 11, just entering the magic world, I had researched all the ways I could die. That's how I knew about Avada Kedavra in fourth year. I had, of course, read about the basilisk. However, not needing the knowledge at Hogwarts, I had forgotten it, mostly. It had been tucked back into my subconscious. I had a faint idea, but...then, I figured it out, I just needed to check something, verify my hunch. At that moment, I realized how scared I actually was. Being Muggle born...well, it's not the easiest thing in the world. My whole body went cold at the though of the monster...But somehow, I found my head, and warned Penelope (I knew her from a study group) to look with a mirror around corners. I don't remember much about being attacked...and then there were the months that I was Paralyzed. Madame Pomfrey was wrong; there is a point to talking to a Paralyzed person. You're fully conscious, just not able to respond to anything, you're body is totally numb. It was torture; I tried to sleep a lot, but it didn't work. The worst part was when you came to visit me. I was longing to talk, to feel so much that I could taste it. When Harry figured out the mystery, I was ecstatic, but my elation soon turned to fear. I knew Harry would go into the Chamber. I couldn't stop him, and I didn't know what would happen. I spent the remaining weeks agonizing over this. What if he had died? I figured you'd be with him, but that only worried me more. What if you both died?! Finally, I was awoken...it was over...you two were safe...the end of another year...I felt so sorry for Harry, having to go back to the Dursleys, but I knew he would live. And that took him into the Summer of Dobby...Oh my GOD!!! I forgot to do our Care of Magical Creatures essay!!!" This sent me into a panic.
"Hermione," Ron soothed, "it's not due till the day after tomorrow!"
"I know...I have other thing to do...oh my God, how did I forget?!" Gasping, I rushed upstairs to my dorm, preparing for a sleepless night. In my haste, I didn't notice Ron going upstairs, too, and passing a shadow...
A/N2: Ooh, little cliffhanger. Too bad you guys won't find anything out until the end of the series *evil laugh*. Well, I thought this was going to be the shortest...oh well...sorry it's SO late...it slipped my mind...sat there on my disk, all sad and alone. ::feels sorry for the poor fic:: By the way, to the other fic writers: Why do you keep calling Harry Harold?! His name is Harry! Harry is a real name. Grrr...oh well, at least I have a new pet peeve...Reviews! Please!
1 At this point in the story, all true Potterfans should be reminded of the time in Book 4 when Harry had to tell of his experiences in Little Hangleton, with Lord Voldemort. Sorry, I just had to say that. Keep reading. Go on! Thank you. Sheesh, people never listen these days. ::Walks off grumbling::
2 Ahh! Don't flame me, I only want reviews!! Ahh! ::Runs away screaming::
3 Believe me, I've been there. It's real cool.
4 Yes, I do know that Ron's never been there, and that they never say that Hermione has. Literary license, hahaha. Besides, don't you think that Hermione would have gone to Dumbledore's office about all that business with the Time Turner?
5 That's an animè on Cartoon Network. It shows during Toonami at 6:00 Eastern. It's a cool show, and you guys should watch it. No, they aren't paying me.
6 Do you remember what it is? Betcha don't! Okay, am I annoying you? 'Cause if I am, tell me. Oh, and you don't have to read these. Nothing mandatory to the plot here.
7 I can actually perfectly imagine what that would have been like from Harry's point of view. Very dramatic, all slow motion and strobe lights-like pauses.