*~* Author notes: Hey guys here's chapter 2 of my latest story. I have decided to change my rating to PG-13 due to the dark nature of the story. I mean depression isn't something to be discussed in G fan fic, well atleast in my oppinion. Keep reading and reviewing! Thanks so much, it means a lot to me! Oh and thanks to my new beta-reader John (Haggridd) who really helped me place my thoughts and ideas into a more coherent, reader-friendly story. Oh, and I'm working on the formatting, I think this chapter will be much better as far as that goes, well I hope anyway. Oh and this chapter has a very bad title, "Fight in the Great Hall." Sadly, it's the best I could come up with.*~*~
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowlings and I didn't create any of these characters, she did. Well except Suzy, she is from my imagination.
Harry watched as Hermione ran out the door of
the Great Hall. "Should I go and talk with her?"
Ron asked, sounding quite irritated. Harry couldn't
decipher whether he was irritated by Ron's comments
about Hermione, or whether he was just plain tired
of the way Hermione was acting. Harry concluded
that, most likely, it was a mixture of both.
"No! I'll talk to her later-- alone." Harry
firmly told his friend. He didn't want to be rude,
but all the same, Harry knew that the last thing
Hermione Granger needed just then was to talk to Ron
Weasley. With their tempers, a discussion at this
time could easily become a war. Hermione was near
her breaking point, and he didn't want Ron--or anyone
else, for that matter-- to push her past it. Harry
wasn't even sure what he himself would say to her.
He was hoping he wouldn't have to say much; rather,
that she would be more than willing to vent to him.
"Fine, then! Don't ask me to help with the
conversation!" Ron bellowed, his face becoming an
even deeper shade of red.
"You know what, Ron? You excluded yourself
from the conversation the minute you left Hermione
crying on the Hogwarts Express. How could you do that?
You knew her father had just died. She wasn't even
sure she should be leaving her mother by herself.
Ron, she was going to the Muggle school! She searches out
her two closest friends in the entire world, hoping
desperately that they would offer her a bit of
support, and what does she find instead? One of her
friends is too awestruck by Miss Teen Witch USA to
notice that his dear friend is on the brink of an
emotional breakdown." Harry had not noticed until
after he had finished yelling at Ron that the entire
hall full of students was now watching them.
Ron said nothing, glaring back at Harry, his face
now a deeper shade of red than Harry had ever seen.
"Harry! Ron! Can we just get over to
Transfigurations, already?" whispered Dean Thomas,
as he got up from the table. Harry looked around and
saw that the entire room was looking at him and at
Ron. Silent, Ron just picked up his books and walked
towards the entranceway to the Great Hall. Equally
silent now, Harry and Dean slowly followed behind
him.
"Ron!" Suzy called, running up to him. "I'm
sorry I spent the entire lunch period finishing owls
to all my friends at home-- er, rather, back in the
States." A sad look, almost a pout, appeared on her
face. It was the first time Harry had seen Suzy
look anything other than extremely perky ever since
she arrived at Hogwarts. Ron, however, wasn't paying
very much attention to her. He was more interested in
looking over at Harry, who, along with Dean, had sat
down next to Hermione, on a bench across from them.
"Ron? Is something the matter? Did something happen
during lunch?" Suzy sounded a bit worried.
"It was nothing, Suzy. Nothing I'd like to get
into right now." Ron said very quietly.
*****************
"Alright, class. Today we shall discuss famous
transfigurers throughout history." Professor
McGonagall had entered the classroom. This turned
out to be one of her least interesting lectures. It
wasn't quite a "discussion", as was stated earlier.
It was merely Mcgonagall rambling on while the
students took notes on what she said. Harry looked
towards Hermione, who stared blankly at the wall.
Harry looked down on her parchment and noticed that,
while every other student had taken at least a roll's
worth of notes, Hermione had written just three words.
"That isn't like her at all. She usually has five
rolls of parchment on McGonagall's lectures." Harry
thought to himself. Hermione looked much paler than
she did before, all the color washed out of her face.
Also, her hair was unusually wild. While her curls
had always been a bit on the untamed side, they were
now by far the worst he had ever seen. Harry looked
into her eyes, once a deep brown, now they too were
washed of color. They did not hold the spark of life
that Harry remembered being there. At that moment,
Harry wanted nothing more than to hold his best
friend, tell her he loved her, and that everything was
going to be all right.
"Well, class, that's all for now. I hope you
all have a wonderful afternoon." Professor
McGonagall told the rest of the class. She turned
towards Hermione. "Miss Granger, may I see you for a
moment?" Hermione nodded blankly at her.
"I'll wait for you outside, 'kay?" Harry
whispered in her ear. She smiled slightly in
response, then gathered her books and went to
McGonagall at the front of the classroom. Harry
sighed, grabbed his books, and walked out the
classroom door. He was pleased to have gotten
Hermione to smile, if only for a moment. Waiting
outside the classroom for Hermione to come out, Harry
paced nervously for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, she appeared at the door, tears streaming
down her face.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry moved towards
her, his arms ready to embrace. He was actually
somewhat relieved to see her show some emotion, even
if it was tears. Hermione gave him a look that he
could not decipher.
"Leave me alone, Harry. Just go away and
leave...me...alone!" Hermione ran away down the now
darkened corridor. Harry stood there, silent, unable
to move. He wanted so much to run after her, but he
didn't-- he couldn't. He started to walk slowly down
the corridor. He decided that he'd go to the trophy
room. He always found it a great place to collect his
thoughts. when he just wanted to be left alone.
Hardly anybody ever went into the trophy room. As he
walked through the door, however, Harry saw two
persons sitting at a table, talking.
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Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowlings and I didn't create any of these characters, she did. Well except Suzy, she is from my imagination.
Harry watched as Hermione ran out the door of
the Great Hall. "Should I go and talk with her?"
Ron asked, sounding quite irritated. Harry couldn't
decipher whether he was irritated by Ron's comments
about Hermione, or whether he was just plain tired
of the way Hermione was acting. Harry concluded
that, most likely, it was a mixture of both.
"No! I'll talk to her later-- alone." Harry
firmly told his friend. He didn't want to be rude,
but all the same, Harry knew that the last thing
Hermione Granger needed just then was to talk to Ron
Weasley. With their tempers, a discussion at this
time could easily become a war. Hermione was near
her breaking point, and he didn't want Ron--or anyone
else, for that matter-- to push her past it. Harry
wasn't even sure what he himself would say to her.
He was hoping he wouldn't have to say much; rather,
that she would be more than willing to vent to him.
"Fine, then! Don't ask me to help with the
conversation!" Ron bellowed, his face becoming an
even deeper shade of red.
"You know what, Ron? You excluded yourself
from the conversation the minute you left Hermione
crying on the Hogwarts Express. How could you do that?
You knew her father had just died. She wasn't even
sure she should be leaving her mother by herself.
Ron, she was going to the Muggle school! She searches out
her two closest friends in the entire world, hoping
desperately that they would offer her a bit of
support, and what does she find instead? One of her
friends is too awestruck by Miss Teen Witch USA to
notice that his dear friend is on the brink of an
emotional breakdown." Harry had not noticed until
after he had finished yelling at Ron that the entire
hall full of students was now watching them.
Ron said nothing, glaring back at Harry, his face
now a deeper shade of red than Harry had ever seen.
"Harry! Ron! Can we just get over to
Transfigurations, already?" whispered Dean Thomas,
as he got up from the table. Harry looked around and
saw that the entire room was looking at him and at
Ron. Silent, Ron just picked up his books and walked
towards the entranceway to the Great Hall. Equally
silent now, Harry and Dean slowly followed behind
him.
"Ron!" Suzy called, running up to him. "I'm
sorry I spent the entire lunch period finishing owls
to all my friends at home-- er, rather, back in the
States." A sad look, almost a pout, appeared on her
face. It was the first time Harry had seen Suzy
look anything other than extremely perky ever since
she arrived at Hogwarts. Ron, however, wasn't paying
very much attention to her. He was more interested in
looking over at Harry, who, along with Dean, had sat
down next to Hermione, on a bench across from them.
"Ron? Is something the matter? Did something happen
during lunch?" Suzy sounded a bit worried.
"It was nothing, Suzy. Nothing I'd like to get
into right now." Ron said very quietly.
*****************
"Alright, class. Today we shall discuss famous
transfigurers throughout history." Professor
McGonagall had entered the classroom. This turned
out to be one of her least interesting lectures. It
wasn't quite a "discussion", as was stated earlier.
It was merely Mcgonagall rambling on while the
students took notes on what she said. Harry looked
towards Hermione, who stared blankly at the wall.
Harry looked down on her parchment and noticed that,
while every other student had taken at least a roll's
worth of notes, Hermione had written just three words.
"That isn't like her at all. She usually has five
rolls of parchment on McGonagall's lectures." Harry
thought to himself. Hermione looked much paler than
she did before, all the color washed out of her face.
Also, her hair was unusually wild. While her curls
had always been a bit on the untamed side, they were
now by far the worst he had ever seen. Harry looked
into her eyes, once a deep brown, now they too were
washed of color. They did not hold the spark of life
that Harry remembered being there. At that moment,
Harry wanted nothing more than to hold his best
friend, tell her he loved her, and that everything was
going to be all right.
"Well, class, that's all for now. I hope you
all have a wonderful afternoon." Professor
McGonagall told the rest of the class. She turned
towards Hermione. "Miss Granger, may I see you for a
moment?" Hermione nodded blankly at her.
"I'll wait for you outside, 'kay?" Harry
whispered in her ear. She smiled slightly in
response, then gathered her books and went to
McGonagall at the front of the classroom. Harry
sighed, grabbed his books, and walked out the
classroom door. He was pleased to have gotten
Hermione to smile, if only for a moment. Waiting
outside the classroom for Hermione to come out, Harry
paced nervously for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, she appeared at the door, tears streaming
down her face.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry moved towards
her, his arms ready to embrace. He was actually
somewhat relieved to see her show some emotion, even
if it was tears. Hermione gave him a look that he
could not decipher.
"Leave me alone, Harry. Just go away and
leave...me...alone!" Hermione ran away down the now
darkened corridor. Harry stood there, silent, unable
to move. He wanted so much to run after her, but he
didn't-- he couldn't. He started to walk slowly down
the corridor. He decided that he'd go to the trophy
room. He always found it a great place to collect his
thoughts. when he just wanted to be left alone.
Hardly anybody ever went into the trophy room. As he
walked through the door, however, Harry saw two
persons sitting at a table, talking.
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