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Resistance - part 6
"Of!"
In King's Cross Station, a bruised Ron Weasley tried to disentangle himself from
Harry Potter. He wasn't fast enough, however, as Hermione Granger appeared in the
waiting room fireplace and tripped over them both.
"Um.....ow." came Harry's muffled voice.
"Harry!" said Hermione indignantly, pulling herself up, "You and wizard transport!"
"Herm, he can't help having two left feet." said Ron, also standing.
"Gee thanks Ron."
"No problem mate."
"Harry! Ron!"
From his position on the floor, Harry observed three pairs of legs hurrying towards
them. Ron and Hermione grabbed one of his arms each and dragged him upright, just
before the Longbottoms pushed through the crowd.
"Hey Neville, Mr and Mrs Longbottom." Harry heard muttering behind him to signal the arrival of the other Weasleys.
"Harry." Mrs Longbottom then got very misty eyed and scooped Harry into a hug. When she finally let him go, Harry had no idea what to say. Hermione saved him.
"So, Neville, how was your summer?"
"Oh, it was amazing, I went all over the place, I saw the Great Warlock Caves in Alaska, the Emerald Fields, then I went to where the Salem Witch Trials were held. Oh, I mean.....we went. Me, and, Mum and Dad." Neville looked a little uncertain at this point, but a one-armed hug from his father brought back his contented smile. Hermione seemed very impressed.
"The Emerald Fields? Really? Is it true that in the presence of magic all the flowers open up?"
"Yes it is!" said Neville excitedly, "You should have seen it Hermione......"
Harry half listened to the conversation. Mr and Mrs Longbottom were slightly unnerving him. He was used to people looking at him as if he were something special, but they were looking at him, well, in awe. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He whispered to Ron,
"Um, just going to get something to eat."
"I'll come with you." said Ron instantly.
"No, it's ok."
"No, it's fine."
"Ron," Harry sighed, "you don't have to follow me everywhere I go. It's perfectly safe."
"I know that. But I also know what has happened to you other times you've wandered off."
Ron glared at his best friend. He knew he was being a bit Percy-like, but he couldn't shake the feeling that if he lost sight of Harry horrible things would start happening. They hadn't said anything to Harry, but Ron and Hermione had agreed; Harry had been just a little bit too good at lying in their last year. Ron wasn't about to give him the opportunity again. He watched his friend's set face dissolve into resignation.
"Right, fine, let's go then." Harry said. Ron tried not to look too smug as they headed for the food stand. As they each picked out some food, Ron commented,
"Neville seems really happy, doesn't he." Harry glanced back at the group.
"Yeah." He said, with a sort of confused smile.
"What?" asked Ron.
"It's just, the whole of last year seems so unreal. I can't believe it all turned out so well."
"You're telling me." agreed Ron. The three friends hadn't gone into great detail in their talks about the fifth year, having silently agreed that it was now in the past and it was on to the next adventure. Harry stayed quiet, so Ron added,
"But it did though, didn't it? Mum, Dad and Sirius are ok, Neville's happier than ever, and You-know-who is gone." He cheeky grin faded slightly as Harry remained pensive. Then his short friend sighed.
"Yeah, you're right. Come on," he looked at his watch, "The train'll be leaving without us!"
Ron looked at his watch and saw Harry was right. He headed back towards Hermione and Neville, but Harry hurried straight past them towards the barrier. Ron glanced at Neville's parents.
"Um, well, it was nice to see you." They were looking after Harry's retreating back, then seemed to notice what he'd said.
"Oh, yes, very nice." There was a pause, then they turned to Neville.
"Right, Nev, you sure you've got everything?" Ron turned from Neville's slightly blushing face to Hermione.
"Hey, lets leave them to it, ok?" Hermione smiled, and they told Neville they would meet them on the train. Harry had already vanished through the barrier, and Ginny and her parents had gone through straight away.
"So," she said as they paused infront of the deceptively solid looking wall, "ready for another year?"
Ron took a deep breath, then on impulse, took Hermioe's hand. She didn't appear to notice, save the flush in her cheeks.
"Yep, I am." he said, and he pulled her through the barrier.
Harry headed towards the back of the train, feeling slightly ashamed of the way he avoided the Longbottoms. He knew he'd have to apologise to Neville later, but he just didn't feel up to going over the memories of last year again. Students chattered all around him, and he caught bits of conversation.
".....wonder who'll teach DADA....."
".....I can't believe you cut your hair!......."
"......you were in Bermuda? I'm so jealous!......."
"...says it's bound to be a top-ranking wizard who replaces him......"
At this point, all of Harry's anxieties returned. In a few hours, they would meet their new Headmaster. New Headmaster. New Headmaster, that wasn't Dumbledore. It just wasn't right. His brain thus occupied, he trudged into the last compartment, completely oblivious to it's other occupant. That's why he jumped a foot in the air when Draco Malfoy said,
"Hello Potter." Turning to glare at him, Harry said,
"Malfoy, you scared the crap out of me." Seeing the trademark smirk appear on Draco's face, Harry bit out, "Why are you sat in here, anyway?"
"Everywhere else is full." Draco's voice remained calm, unlike Harry's.
"What about your goons, Crabbe and Goyle? Won't they miss you?"
"I doubt it, as they're in Durmstrang." Harry's mouth dropped open. Draco sighed.
"Are you going to stand there looking like a goldfish all day?" Harry knew that Draco was right, all the other compartments were full. Throwing another nasty glance his way, Harry sank into a seat and started rooting through his bag. They sat for fully five minutes, Harry getting out things for the journey, his chess set, some food, and Draco staring out of the window, occasionally glancing Harry's way.
"So....." Harry head Draco say, ".....where are Weasley and Granger? Off in some closet somewhere?"
"What?" Said Harry, distractedly. He'd lost a chess piece.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed. Wow, you really are thick." Sighing, Harry looked up.
"What are you talking about now, ferret?" Colouring slightly, Draco carried on,
"I'm talking about the Weasel and the know-it-all going all mushy around each other. It's sickening."
Harry was irritated. "Well, at least they've got someone that cares about them then." He instantly regretted it. Draco's face fell, and he turned his head back to the window.
"Look, Malfoy, I didn't mean, look, you just..." Harry sighed. "You have to stop pissing me off!" Draco blinked and looked at him. Harry carried on, now rooting through his trunk for the chesspiece. "I don't understand you, you mouth off at me and my friends all the time, then turn round and try to have a conversation. And, then you make us come to your house, when there must have been other people to help you. I just don't get it." He raised his hand triumphantly, the missing piece wriggling about in his hand.
"Well there wasn't anyone else." Said Draco shortly. He had no idea why he said it, it just felt like something in him was fighting to be heard. "I didn't want to ask Snape because I've discovered this summer he is a total ass, Goyle and Crabbe are long gone and all the other Slytherins are losers. Besides, you are the one who wrote to me." He watched the other boy's face twist up slightly.
"You think Snape is a ...total ass?" He seemed to be trying to contain his laughter.
"Well, yes. What else do you call someone who only eats noodles and has to call his mother twice a day?" Draco was a little surprised when Harry let out a snort of laughter. He had never seen him laugh before, whenever they spoke he was usually glaring. Harry carried on laughing, then he must have noticed Draco's bemused expression, and said,
"Sorry, mental image, Snape in that Vulture hat and that dress, calling his mum!" He again dissolved into laughter, and Draco felt something bubble up in his chest. He began laughing too.
Ron and Hermione had been last on the train after saying their goodbyes to the Weasleys, who had told them Harry was already aboard. They got down to the last carriage, when Hermione halted Ron.
"Listen." she said, putting her ear to the door. He did, and could hear muffled talking and laughter coming from inside. One voice was definitely Harry's and the other seemed familiar.
"Well, he's cheered up a bit hasn't he?!" Ron commented when a particularly loud peal of laughter echoed down the hall.
"Yeah, we'll have to thank whoever it is in there. It's ages since I heard Harry laugh." The train suddenly lurched forwards. "We should go in, he'll wonder where we've got to." Ron nodded and pushed open the door.
"You sound like a pair of hyenas in here.........bloody hell!"
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Author's notes: LMAO. Sorry, just imagining Ron's reaction. LOL. Anyway, don't know where this come from, this thing is writing itself! I know how it ends, but everything in between is just appearing out of the air! This sub plot line just appeared and I have no idea what to do with it. See what revision does to you? Once again, fear not, action will appear. Next chapter (whenever it decides to write itself) will introduce us to Dumbledore's replacement. At least, I think it will, I thought this one would and look what happened!
PS I just had to re-upload this whole thing. If there is demand, I'll put Every Time I Close My Eyes back on. Does anyone who hasn't read it want to?
Author's notes: See bottom of the page.
Resistance - part 6
"Of!"
In King's Cross Station, a bruised Ron Weasley tried to disentangle himself from
Harry Potter. He wasn't fast enough, however, as Hermione Granger appeared in the
waiting room fireplace and tripped over them both.
"Um.....ow." came Harry's muffled voice.
"Harry!" said Hermione indignantly, pulling herself up, "You and wizard transport!"
"Herm, he can't help having two left feet." said Ron, also standing.
"Gee thanks Ron."
"No problem mate."
"Harry! Ron!"
From his position on the floor, Harry observed three pairs of legs hurrying towards
them. Ron and Hermione grabbed one of his arms each and dragged him upright, just
before the Longbottoms pushed through the crowd.
"Hey Neville, Mr and Mrs Longbottom." Harry heard muttering behind him to signal the arrival of the other Weasleys.
"Harry." Mrs Longbottom then got very misty eyed and scooped Harry into a hug. When she finally let him go, Harry had no idea what to say. Hermione saved him.
"So, Neville, how was your summer?"
"Oh, it was amazing, I went all over the place, I saw the Great Warlock Caves in Alaska, the Emerald Fields, then I went to where the Salem Witch Trials were held. Oh, I mean.....we went. Me, and, Mum and Dad." Neville looked a little uncertain at this point, but a one-armed hug from his father brought back his contented smile. Hermione seemed very impressed.
"The Emerald Fields? Really? Is it true that in the presence of magic all the flowers open up?"
"Yes it is!" said Neville excitedly, "You should have seen it Hermione......"
Harry half listened to the conversation. Mr and Mrs Longbottom were slightly unnerving him. He was used to people looking at him as if he were something special, but they were looking at him, well, in awe. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He whispered to Ron,
"Um, just going to get something to eat."
"I'll come with you." said Ron instantly.
"No, it's ok."
"No, it's fine."
"Ron," Harry sighed, "you don't have to follow me everywhere I go. It's perfectly safe."
"I know that. But I also know what has happened to you other times you've wandered off."
Ron glared at his best friend. He knew he was being a bit Percy-like, but he couldn't shake the feeling that if he lost sight of Harry horrible things would start happening. They hadn't said anything to Harry, but Ron and Hermione had agreed; Harry had been just a little bit too good at lying in their last year. Ron wasn't about to give him the opportunity again. He watched his friend's set face dissolve into resignation.
"Right, fine, let's go then." Harry said. Ron tried not to look too smug as they headed for the food stand. As they each picked out some food, Ron commented,
"Neville seems really happy, doesn't he." Harry glanced back at the group.
"Yeah." He said, with a sort of confused smile.
"What?" asked Ron.
"It's just, the whole of last year seems so unreal. I can't believe it all turned out so well."
"You're telling me." agreed Ron. The three friends hadn't gone into great detail in their talks about the fifth year, having silently agreed that it was now in the past and it was on to the next adventure. Harry stayed quiet, so Ron added,
"But it did though, didn't it? Mum, Dad and Sirius are ok, Neville's happier than ever, and You-know-who is gone." He cheeky grin faded slightly as Harry remained pensive. Then his short friend sighed.
"Yeah, you're right. Come on," he looked at his watch, "The train'll be leaving without us!"
Ron looked at his watch and saw Harry was right. He headed back towards Hermione and Neville, but Harry hurried straight past them towards the barrier. Ron glanced at Neville's parents.
"Um, well, it was nice to see you." They were looking after Harry's retreating back, then seemed to notice what he'd said.
"Oh, yes, very nice." There was a pause, then they turned to Neville.
"Right, Nev, you sure you've got everything?" Ron turned from Neville's slightly blushing face to Hermione.
"Hey, lets leave them to it, ok?" Hermione smiled, and they told Neville they would meet them on the train. Harry had already vanished through the barrier, and Ginny and her parents had gone through straight away.
"So," she said as they paused infront of the deceptively solid looking wall, "ready for another year?"
Ron took a deep breath, then on impulse, took Hermioe's hand. She didn't appear to notice, save the flush in her cheeks.
"Yep, I am." he said, and he pulled her through the barrier.
Harry headed towards the back of the train, feeling slightly ashamed of the way he avoided the Longbottoms. He knew he'd have to apologise to Neville later, but he just didn't feel up to going over the memories of last year again. Students chattered all around him, and he caught bits of conversation.
".....wonder who'll teach DADA....."
".....I can't believe you cut your hair!......."
"......you were in Bermuda? I'm so jealous!......."
"...says it's bound to be a top-ranking wizard who replaces him......"
At this point, all of Harry's anxieties returned. In a few hours, they would meet their new Headmaster. New Headmaster. New Headmaster, that wasn't Dumbledore. It just wasn't right. His brain thus occupied, he trudged into the last compartment, completely oblivious to it's other occupant. That's why he jumped a foot in the air when Draco Malfoy said,
"Hello Potter." Turning to glare at him, Harry said,
"Malfoy, you scared the crap out of me." Seeing the trademark smirk appear on Draco's face, Harry bit out, "Why are you sat in here, anyway?"
"Everywhere else is full." Draco's voice remained calm, unlike Harry's.
"What about your goons, Crabbe and Goyle? Won't they miss you?"
"I doubt it, as they're in Durmstrang." Harry's mouth dropped open. Draco sighed.
"Are you going to stand there looking like a goldfish all day?" Harry knew that Draco was right, all the other compartments were full. Throwing another nasty glance his way, Harry sank into a seat and started rooting through his bag. They sat for fully five minutes, Harry getting out things for the journey, his chess set, some food, and Draco staring out of the window, occasionally glancing Harry's way.
"So....." Harry head Draco say, ".....where are Weasley and Granger? Off in some closet somewhere?"
"What?" Said Harry, distractedly. He'd lost a chess piece.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed. Wow, you really are thick." Sighing, Harry looked up.
"What are you talking about now, ferret?" Colouring slightly, Draco carried on,
"I'm talking about the Weasel and the know-it-all going all mushy around each other. It's sickening."
Harry was irritated. "Well, at least they've got someone that cares about them then." He instantly regretted it. Draco's face fell, and he turned his head back to the window.
"Look, Malfoy, I didn't mean, look, you just..." Harry sighed. "You have to stop pissing me off!" Draco blinked and looked at him. Harry carried on, now rooting through his trunk for the chesspiece. "I don't understand you, you mouth off at me and my friends all the time, then turn round and try to have a conversation. And, then you make us come to your house, when there must have been other people to help you. I just don't get it." He raised his hand triumphantly, the missing piece wriggling about in his hand.
"Well there wasn't anyone else." Said Draco shortly. He had no idea why he said it, it just felt like something in him was fighting to be heard. "I didn't want to ask Snape because I've discovered this summer he is a total ass, Goyle and Crabbe are long gone and all the other Slytherins are losers. Besides, you are the one who wrote to me." He watched the other boy's face twist up slightly.
"You think Snape is a ...total ass?" He seemed to be trying to contain his laughter.
"Well, yes. What else do you call someone who only eats noodles and has to call his mother twice a day?" Draco was a little surprised when Harry let out a snort of laughter. He had never seen him laugh before, whenever they spoke he was usually glaring. Harry carried on laughing, then he must have noticed Draco's bemused expression, and said,
"Sorry, mental image, Snape in that Vulture hat and that dress, calling his mum!" He again dissolved into laughter, and Draco felt something bubble up in his chest. He began laughing too.
Ron and Hermione had been last on the train after saying their goodbyes to the Weasleys, who had told them Harry was already aboard. They got down to the last carriage, when Hermione halted Ron.
"Listen." she said, putting her ear to the door. He did, and could hear muffled talking and laughter coming from inside. One voice was definitely Harry's and the other seemed familiar.
"Well, he's cheered up a bit hasn't he?!" Ron commented when a particularly loud peal of laughter echoed down the hall.
"Yeah, we'll have to thank whoever it is in there. It's ages since I heard Harry laugh." The train suddenly lurched forwards. "We should go in, he'll wonder where we've got to." Ron nodded and pushed open the door.
"You sound like a pair of hyenas in here.........bloody hell!"
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Author's notes: LMAO. Sorry, just imagining Ron's reaction. LOL. Anyway, don't know where this come from, this thing is writing itself! I know how it ends, but everything in between is just appearing out of the air! This sub plot line just appeared and I have no idea what to do with it. See what revision does to you? Once again, fear not, action will appear. Next chapter (whenever it decides to write itself) will introduce us to Dumbledore's replacement. At least, I think it will, I thought this one would and look what happened!
PS I just had to re-upload this whole thing. If there is demand, I'll put Every Time I Close My Eyes back on. Does anyone who hasn't read it want to?