A/N: I apologize a million times over for my one-day lateness, but here's part two. You will be absolutely lost if you do not read part one first! And we all know that it is unlikely that this will ever happen with Harry, but it's fan fiction. The point of fan fiction is to use your imagination, and think of things that wouldn't normally happen (I use HHR as an example, and I write it). On with the story!
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The First Goodbye: Part Two
By Heather Michelle
"Harry, Harry! We're here!" Ron shouted in his sleepy friend's ear. "Huh?" Harry mumbled, after blinking slowly and noticing that Ron was now getting off the train. Harry groaned and began to stand up when he noticed that someone was in the express car with him.
"Harry? Can I talk to you?" a voice behind him asked. Turning around, Harry came face to face with Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. "Of course, sir. Let me just grab my trunk and…" Harry hurriedly straightened himself up and began to go get his trunk.
"We don't have time for that, Harry. I apologize for being rude, but we need to discuss your training, and what the Grensalmia told you would happen."
"How do you know about the Grensalmia?" Harry asked quietly. He had been having strange visions over the summer, and, afraid to tell anyone of their content, had kept silent about them.
"An ancient legend told of a great man that would bring the downfall of the darkness inside our hearts. It said that one being of the ancient world would come and warn the hero of his fate, and that person is the Grensalmia. He is the same being that told Godric Gryffindor of his own murder by Salzaar Slytherin."
"I had hoped that it was all a dream. Everything that he said would happen has, so far. But that means Hermione…." Harry started with tears in his eyes.
"I do not know what the Grensalmia showed you in your visions, I can only help you do your best to prepare for the worst. I will ask that you use your pensieve for the time being. You will have millions of things to think about this year- your family's past, schoolwork…"
"And friends." Harry finished, his eyes still brimming. Sensing lost hope, Dumbledore hugged Harry, then stepped off the train. "Your training restarts next week at 7:00 on the Quidditch field. And Harry, please remember that the future isn't set in stone until it becomes the past."
Harry nodded, wiped his eyes, and picked up his trunk. He dragged it all the way up to Gryffindor tower, not forgetting to say hello to the fat lady that guarded the entrance. Too tired to lug his trunk up the stairs to where everyone was now sleeping, tired from getting to Hogwarts at such a late hour, he thumped it on a large chair in the common room. Harry then saw that someone was asleep in the next chair with a characteristically large textbook resting on her lap.
"Harry? Is that you?" she whispered, opening her eyes slowly and focusing on Harry, who was now leaning over her.
"Hermione, you should be in bed. What are you doing up?"
"I suppose I could ask you the same question, but I have a feeling that it had to do with Dumbledore. Ginny was worried sick about you and she was tired, so I volunteered to wait up, seeing as how I needed some more studying time, anyway."
Harry just laughed. "Do you ever forget to study?" Hermione looked flustered.
"I'm just trying to help you, here! It's not easy to learn about anti-Dark Arts spells. I want to be sure that I am doing everything in my power to help protect you from HIM!" she screamed, not caring who heard her.
"Hermione…" Harry sighed while he enveloped her in a hug. "I'm not going anywhere right now. I am not going to worry about something that I have no control over, and neither should you." She was now letting tears fall at a rapid pace down her cheeks and into his robes.
"I don't want you to die…" she whispered softly, afraid to break him or the moment they were sharing.
"No more of this sadness, tonight. Go to bed, Hermione. Everything will look better in the morning, I promise." Harry said while pulling away from her radiating warmth, and stroking her hair.
"Okay, well… Goodnight Harry." Hermione replied as she collected her books, wiped her eyes, and started up the stairs to the girl's dormitory.
"Goodnight." Harry whispered behind her. He then plopped down in the now cinnamon-smelling chair Hermione had been sleeping in. He was left only with his thoughts as silence overtook the room.
A/N: I hope this was longer than the last part, but I really don't know. I know that there isn't too much romance (GHR will most likely be first after this) yet, but trust me, there will be. Stop worrying about the couples! It will all work out to be all three of those, eventually (but one main one, of course)! Questions will be answered (What did the Grensalmia predict? Etc…) soon! Until next time, TOODLES!
SPECIAL THANKS TO: Groovy Chick, Harpo, One of The Girls Who Lived, Charlz, Renee, Weasley Girl, She, starling, clara200, Reader, Nice, Hermione_Granger_HP, Sev, T'Anna Phoenix, Portia and rc for reviewing!
-Heather Michelle
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Grensalmia and the plot. Everything else belongs to the fabulously talented JK Rowling.