The Roots
When I first began to notice boys, as one would put it, was in the fourth year at Hogwarts. The first boys I
noticed where the ones in the older grades, like Cedric -
::(Harry snorted in displeasure at this, but with a hush from Hermione, he shut up and continued talking)::
It was only natural for girls to like him, after all, he was the most popular boy in school, and was very
good-looking. So after a while, I began scouting boys out, like Lavender and Parvatti taught me how -
::(Harry looks horrified here, his jaw open as Hermione just shrugs)::
-to find them. Even after a while, Cho would come up to me every so often and smile, or said a simple
"hello." It was quite pleasing that one of the most popular people in school said "hello" to me!
But when your name was enter in the Goblet of Fire, I began to fear what might happen to one of my best
friends. That when I realized you. You, my Harry Potter, my great friend, was one of those Perfect Dates
that the girls would talk about. That when I noticed the looks girls gave you in the halls as we walked -
the three of us - or you and me. I would get this feeling in the bottom of my stomach, but I placed it
aside for a bit.
But when that happen more than once and a few times a day, I began to wonder. So, I went to the
hospital ward. What she told me was wrong, it just had to be. I was jealous that people were looking at
you that way?
I completely discarded it, but once I got back to class, and had the feeling again, I knew I was wrong, and
that Madam Promfry [sp?] was right.
I loved Harry Potter. Along with a hundred other girls in the school. What a joke, how was I going to get
you to notice me? (Harry grumbles something about knowing it the whole time when Hermione sends him
a death glare and he shuts up again) So I decided to play it cool. I wanted what was best for you that year,
but when you disappeared in the maze, all I could do was cry! I couldn't loose you, not to He-shall-not-be-
name -
::("VOLDEMORT! Dammit, Hermi, say his name. He's dead," Harry growled, somewhat playfully and
agitated. "He has a name too, y'know. Or you could call him Tom Riddle."
Nodding, Hermione took a breath a began again)::
- I couldn't loose you, not to Voldemort.
But when you came back, I was relieved until I noticed you came back alone, when I was sure Cedric
went with you. That's when Mad-Eye Moody took you away after talking with Dumbledore. I was sure
something was up. Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and I quickly found Madam Promfry and began to ask her
where you were.
I saw you the same time Mrs. Weasley did, but I only noticed how you looked - head hung low, your
wild bangs covering your eyes, when you looked up, your eyes were so shadowed, so EMPTY I couldn't
believe it. I knew something horrible happened.
After that semester was over, I wondered about you and if you were safe everyday. Hearing nothing in the
Daily Prophet, I was relieved until I thought that the Dursley's were dead or something worse than that! I
kept letters with Ron constantly, making sure everything was fine with all of you, every single Weasley,
even the Dursley's.
When we went back to Hogwarts for our fifth year, I breathed again when I saw you in the crowd. I was
so happy, that's why I hugged you. Ron knew I was worried - we wrote the whole summer. He knew also
how I felt about you. He was a little disappointed, I truly think he liked me for a bit in third and fourth
year, but he told me he and Lavender got together that summer, so he was over me. Hopefully, that is. -
::(Hermione looks doubtful here, and Harry pats her back comfortingly.
"Sure he is," Harry says, nodding his head to emphasize.)::
Well, anyway. Those last three years went in a blur. First, Ron and Lavender get together at school. Ginny
and Colin [Authoress ducks here while rotten fruits are thrown at her] get together, Ron yelling at Ginny,
Ginny crying, Ron breaking up with Lavender, you getting together with Cho, Ron and Lavender getting
back together, Cho breaking up with you.It went on and on, break-ups, together again, it was so
confusing. I still think Ron and Lavender have the most break-up records ever in the history of Hogwarts,
I should really look that -
::("Hermione! Just go on with your story! You can check those later," Harry sighed, running a hand
through his hair.
Hermione nodded. "Right." She then placed a piece of her brown hair behind her ear and took a deep
breath.)::
- up later. So, when we met up with Pettigrew and Siruis and Lupin again the next year, I began to
worry again that Voldemort would be coming after you. I couldn't help to worry now. And even if Malfoy
and his little gang, I knew something was cooking.
But then when nothing happened, it reminded me of a book I read. It was about this character who was
trying to find out who killed her mother.and everyone blamed her father. They even took him away and
stuff, and only her best friend and her father's friend didn't believe her father did it, and it was really neat
-
:: ("Hermione?" Harry asked. "Can you get on with your story? No offense, I love you and all, but we'll
be here all night."
"But isn't that fun? You and me.under the stars," Hermione trailed off, batting her eyelashes.
"Hmm," Harry replied dreamily. He then shook his head. "No! I mean, yes! No, I mean.get your story
over with.")::
- There's a point to this, now listen Harry. You might learn something interesting. The point is that it
wasn't her father, and it was his best friend who was acting like everything was all right. So, what I'm
getting to was that I thought maybe Voldemort was playing low to make people think that he wasn't
interested anymore.
I went to Dumbledore to confirm these suspicions, and after we did some analyzing we figured out from
Dumbledore's sources that I was right, Voldemort was playing low.
After that, I realized I had to protect you in some way - I think half of it was out of love and the other
out of friendship. So I followed you everywhere. Okay. There. I admit it, I followed Harry Potter like a
love-sick fan. Surprised?
::("No, not really," Harry answered. He scracthed his head. "So that was what you were doing. I thought I
had something stuck in between my teeth that whole year.I kept racing into the bathrooms to see if
anything was wrong."
"Uh.no.I thought you were trying to ditch me," Hermione shrugged. "So.")::
- So I realized what I had to do. I protected you and made Ron follow you everywhere I couldn't go.
Namely, bathrooms, cafeteria, dorms.I paid him.in..gold. He needed the money, and so I gave it to
him, with a price.don't give me that look Harry Potter, I know things about you I shouldn't know. Ron
told me. I have blackmail, now drop that look and let me continue with the sixth and seventh year.
Nothing happened in our sixth year. Semi-formals, Beauxbatons arriving again.Fluer hanging out
around us again was fine, she was very nice.I found some nice cosmetics from her.ANYWAY.
Our seventh year really worried me. This is going to be my last year seeing you Harry. I'm getting a
mugglejob, I'm not staying in the wizard world.I'm going into human emotions. That's why when you
disappeared, Dumbledore and a bunch of us went after you. Sirus even came - even Malfoy, can you
believe that?
::("No," Harry replied, a surprised look on his face, his glasses hanging off the tip of his nose. "I had no
idea Malfoy would do something.that."
"Nice?" Hermione supplied.
"Exactly," Harry nodded vigorously.)::
Well, anyway. After that happened, we traced you down and found out that Voldemort had taken you to
your old home - he was sort of a softie when it came to you.he did give you that long speech about how
you and him were alike in your fourth year. We arrived in time to find you two in a duel. I wanted to shout
out, but Dumbledore stopped us. He said, quote and un-quote 'Let him be, this is his battle and we will
only step in if he needs us'. In other words as Ron said, 'If he's about to be screwed, we jump it, right?'.
So we waited. Hid. Pettigrew was taken out easily by Dumbledore. That was when we heard a noise
coming from you two. Turning, I saw you had Voldemort on his knees, begging for mercy. I have no idea
how you did it. None, at all.you lost that part of your memory afterwards, Dumbledore set it into the
back of your mind to be found when you're ready.
Okay. But it was weird.you had this look in your eyes.you looked almost, eviller than him. Is that
possible? No.not from my Harry Potter. Oh well, we saw you stare him down as he begged for mercy.
And as you were going to show him, Dumbledore shouted out, "NO! Remember what he did to your
parents? Neville's parents? The families he ruined? Show no mercy!" And you rose your wand.
(Hermione gulps here) And called out, "Avada Kedavra!" into the night. I've never seen that sinister side
of you before, but when you fell - unconscious, I ran forward and I knew you were going to be fine. You
were still my Harry.
Then, after you got out, just a few weeks ago, I began to avoid you, due to I didn't know how to act
around you. I was nervous that you might get that same look in your eyes when talking to me.but I knew
you couldn't. So I came here. To read.
And I guess you found me. Or I dropped in on you. (Hermione chuckles here) Know, that this was my
story. Hermione's story. But whatever happens after the Graduation service tomorrow, always remember
this Harry Potter.
I still love you, and always will.
The End.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co. They belong to J.K. Rowling or someone powerful like that.
Anita: This is the sequel to "Out on a Limb" or uh.the prequel. The "I" is Hermione, telling her whole
story.
When I first began to notice boys, as one would put it, was in the fourth year at Hogwarts. The first boys I
noticed where the ones in the older grades, like Cedric -
::(Harry snorted in displeasure at this, but with a hush from Hermione, he shut up and continued talking)::
It was only natural for girls to like him, after all, he was the most popular boy in school, and was very
good-looking. So after a while, I began scouting boys out, like Lavender and Parvatti taught me how -
::(Harry looks horrified here, his jaw open as Hermione just shrugs)::
-to find them. Even after a while, Cho would come up to me every so often and smile, or said a simple
"hello." It was quite pleasing that one of the most popular people in school said "hello" to me!
But when your name was enter in the Goblet of Fire, I began to fear what might happen to one of my best
friends. That when I realized you. You, my Harry Potter, my great friend, was one of those Perfect Dates
that the girls would talk about. That when I noticed the looks girls gave you in the halls as we walked -
the three of us - or you and me. I would get this feeling in the bottom of my stomach, but I placed it
aside for a bit.
But when that happen more than once and a few times a day, I began to wonder. So, I went to the
hospital ward. What she told me was wrong, it just had to be. I was jealous that people were looking at
you that way?
I completely discarded it, but once I got back to class, and had the feeling again, I knew I was wrong, and
that Madam Promfry [sp?] was right.
I loved Harry Potter. Along with a hundred other girls in the school. What a joke, how was I going to get
you to notice me? (Harry grumbles something about knowing it the whole time when Hermione sends him
a death glare and he shuts up again) So I decided to play it cool. I wanted what was best for you that year,
but when you disappeared in the maze, all I could do was cry! I couldn't loose you, not to He-shall-not-be-
name -
::("VOLDEMORT! Dammit, Hermi, say his name. He's dead," Harry growled, somewhat playfully and
agitated. "He has a name too, y'know. Or you could call him Tom Riddle."
Nodding, Hermione took a breath a began again)::
- I couldn't loose you, not to Voldemort.
But when you came back, I was relieved until I noticed you came back alone, when I was sure Cedric
went with you. That's when Mad-Eye Moody took you away after talking with Dumbledore. I was sure
something was up. Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and I quickly found Madam Promfry and began to ask her
where you were.
I saw you the same time Mrs. Weasley did, but I only noticed how you looked - head hung low, your
wild bangs covering your eyes, when you looked up, your eyes were so shadowed, so EMPTY I couldn't
believe it. I knew something horrible happened.
After that semester was over, I wondered about you and if you were safe everyday. Hearing nothing in the
Daily Prophet, I was relieved until I thought that the Dursley's were dead or something worse than that! I
kept letters with Ron constantly, making sure everything was fine with all of you, every single Weasley,
even the Dursley's.
When we went back to Hogwarts for our fifth year, I breathed again when I saw you in the crowd. I was
so happy, that's why I hugged you. Ron knew I was worried - we wrote the whole summer. He knew also
how I felt about you. He was a little disappointed, I truly think he liked me for a bit in third and fourth
year, but he told me he and Lavender got together that summer, so he was over me. Hopefully, that is. -
::(Hermione looks doubtful here, and Harry pats her back comfortingly.
"Sure he is," Harry says, nodding his head to emphasize.)::
Well, anyway. Those last three years went in a blur. First, Ron and Lavender get together at school. Ginny
and Colin [Authoress ducks here while rotten fruits are thrown at her] get together, Ron yelling at Ginny,
Ginny crying, Ron breaking up with Lavender, you getting together with Cho, Ron and Lavender getting
back together, Cho breaking up with you.It went on and on, break-ups, together again, it was so
confusing. I still think Ron and Lavender have the most break-up records ever in the history of Hogwarts,
I should really look that -
::("Hermione! Just go on with your story! You can check those later," Harry sighed, running a hand
through his hair.
Hermione nodded. "Right." She then placed a piece of her brown hair behind her ear and took a deep
breath.)::
- up later. So, when we met up with Pettigrew and Siruis and Lupin again the next year, I began to
worry again that Voldemort would be coming after you. I couldn't help to worry now. And even if Malfoy
and his little gang, I knew something was cooking.
But then when nothing happened, it reminded me of a book I read. It was about this character who was
trying to find out who killed her mother.and everyone blamed her father. They even took him away and
stuff, and only her best friend and her father's friend didn't believe her father did it, and it was really neat
-
:: ("Hermione?" Harry asked. "Can you get on with your story? No offense, I love you and all, but we'll
be here all night."
"But isn't that fun? You and me.under the stars," Hermione trailed off, batting her eyelashes.
"Hmm," Harry replied dreamily. He then shook his head. "No! I mean, yes! No, I mean.get your story
over with.")::
- There's a point to this, now listen Harry. You might learn something interesting. The point is that it
wasn't her father, and it was his best friend who was acting like everything was all right. So, what I'm
getting to was that I thought maybe Voldemort was playing low to make people think that he wasn't
interested anymore.
I went to Dumbledore to confirm these suspicions, and after we did some analyzing we figured out from
Dumbledore's sources that I was right, Voldemort was playing low.
After that, I realized I had to protect you in some way - I think half of it was out of love and the other
out of friendship. So I followed you everywhere. Okay. There. I admit it, I followed Harry Potter like a
love-sick fan. Surprised?
::("No, not really," Harry answered. He scracthed his head. "So that was what you were doing. I thought I
had something stuck in between my teeth that whole year.I kept racing into the bathrooms to see if
anything was wrong."
"Uh.no.I thought you were trying to ditch me," Hermione shrugged. "So.")::
- So I realized what I had to do. I protected you and made Ron follow you everywhere I couldn't go.
Namely, bathrooms, cafeteria, dorms.I paid him.in..gold. He needed the money, and so I gave it to
him, with a price.don't give me that look Harry Potter, I know things about you I shouldn't know. Ron
told me. I have blackmail, now drop that look and let me continue with the sixth and seventh year.
Nothing happened in our sixth year. Semi-formals, Beauxbatons arriving again.Fluer hanging out
around us again was fine, she was very nice.I found some nice cosmetics from her.ANYWAY.
Our seventh year really worried me. This is going to be my last year seeing you Harry. I'm getting a
mugglejob, I'm not staying in the wizard world.I'm going into human emotions. That's why when you
disappeared, Dumbledore and a bunch of us went after you. Sirus even came - even Malfoy, can you
believe that?
::("No," Harry replied, a surprised look on his face, his glasses hanging off the tip of his nose. "I had no
idea Malfoy would do something.that."
"Nice?" Hermione supplied.
"Exactly," Harry nodded vigorously.)::
Well, anyway. After that happened, we traced you down and found out that Voldemort had taken you to
your old home - he was sort of a softie when it came to you.he did give you that long speech about how
you and him were alike in your fourth year. We arrived in time to find you two in a duel. I wanted to shout
out, but Dumbledore stopped us. He said, quote and un-quote 'Let him be, this is his battle and we will
only step in if he needs us'. In other words as Ron said, 'If he's about to be screwed, we jump it, right?'.
So we waited. Hid. Pettigrew was taken out easily by Dumbledore. That was when we heard a noise
coming from you two. Turning, I saw you had Voldemort on his knees, begging for mercy. I have no idea
how you did it. None, at all.you lost that part of your memory afterwards, Dumbledore set it into the
back of your mind to be found when you're ready.
Okay. But it was weird.you had this look in your eyes.you looked almost, eviller than him. Is that
possible? No.not from my Harry Potter. Oh well, we saw you stare him down as he begged for mercy.
And as you were going to show him, Dumbledore shouted out, "NO! Remember what he did to your
parents? Neville's parents? The families he ruined? Show no mercy!" And you rose your wand.
(Hermione gulps here) And called out, "Avada Kedavra!" into the night. I've never seen that sinister side
of you before, but when you fell - unconscious, I ran forward and I knew you were going to be fine. You
were still my Harry.
Then, after you got out, just a few weeks ago, I began to avoid you, due to I didn't know how to act
around you. I was nervous that you might get that same look in your eyes when talking to me.but I knew
you couldn't. So I came here. To read.
And I guess you found me. Or I dropped in on you. (Hermione chuckles here) Know, that this was my
story. Hermione's story. But whatever happens after the Graduation service tomorrow, always remember
this Harry Potter.
I still love you, and always will.
The End.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co. They belong to J.K. Rowling or someone powerful like that.
Anita: This is the sequel to "Out on a Limb" or uh.the prequel. The "I" is Hermione, telling her whole
story.