::::::Here it is…Chapter 4. Harry is kind of dreaming....
Disclaimer: None of this characters belong to me ( of course ), though I wish they did....
Warning: Kind of PG 13 in this chapter, so now you have been warned...
Chapter 4
An old man walked towards the dark contour of the magic school , Hogwarts, that laid on a raising hill surrounded by huge, dark, green trees. His feet hurt in every step he took, but he kept going towards his destination. Sweat ran from his forehead, tiredness spread all over his body when a cold icy wind met him. He stopped for a second, breathing hard while bending over, grabbing his knees to relax at something. There was a long way left, but he had to reach the only help he could get. " If only things were different", he muttered to himself when he began to walk again. He threw a look at his red swallowing fingers, turning his hand around inspecting the many wounds that covered it. He could still feel the magic radiating from his thick fingers, as an unexplainable ghost that haunted him. " Dumbledore...", he whispered when another wind almost knocked him over, as a warning not to dare coming any closer.
The lights in the Gryffindor common room were weak, it was already dark outside, which was very abnormal since it was only in the middle of September. Harry looked out for an instant, feeling suddenly very depressed and tired , while putting away the parchment that contained the Herbology homework they had for tomorrow. It was nothing really hard, except for finding the name of the flesh eating plant that Professor Sprout had shown today at class. Ron had tried to get the name from Hermione, who obviously already knew what it was call, but it was like talking to a wall. She kept insisting that it was time for the two of them to become prepare if this kind of home works came along, if they wanted good grades. Ron had already giving up after asking Neville, who also happened to be very good in Herbology, but when Neville saw the looks Hermione sent him when Ron asked, he hesitated and said nothing, thinking about what Hermione would do to him.
Harry turned his gaze from the window and without thinking he let it fall on Hermione, who had her eyes glowed on a large book, reading so fast that they went from side to side without any stop. He continued to just look at her, from head to toe. Her hair was placed on her left shoulder so that it would not disturbed her reading. It was still bushy, but when Harry looked at it now, more longer than a few seconds, he could see that it was much more smoother than before, or maybe it had always been like that. Her head relaxed on the couch's armrest, the fireplace's flames throwing bright and dark shadows on her resting face, and at that instant she looked so...unreal. Harry swallowed a gulp that somehow had got stocked on his throat. His heart beat a few seconds faster and though he knew why it did, he couldn't help himself turn away his gaze from her. Every second that went by the same sentence popped into his head " We are friends, best friends as a matter a fact", but then a question followed it, and it was that question that Harry gladly wanted to rub away. He closed his eyes for an instant, thinking hard about how good friends he, Ron and Hermione had always been. How they had manage to help each other in many ways, even when they had problems with eachother. While thinking Harry heard a distant voice in the back of his head, it was his own. It said the same thing all the times, " but it has nothing to do with Ron, it is now about you and her, lonely". Harry shook his head in a no, while mumbling to himself that he had to straight up. When he looked at her again, saw her familiar face, eyes, mouth, eyebrows, profile he had to wonder when things had started to change. He had been friends with her in now six years, and during those years he hadn't thought of her as a...girl. Only as friend who he had fun with, talked with, shared feelings with. So, how come he suddenly begins to think of her in...that way? Harry, with great effort, looked into the fire, which began to go out. He didn't want to study anymore, he was tired. But not physical, emotional. He didn't feel when his eyes, slowly began to close themselves, he began to doze, slowly in a dream...
Harry found himself inside the forbidden forest. He felt the cold wind giving him chills, and shakily he began to walk. He didn't knew what he was looking for, he only knew that if he didn't hurry something terrible would happened. Just as he felt that he was lost in the middle of the dark, dangerous forest, he saw a bright light, a few metres infront of him. The brightness was behind a huge, old oak. While he struggled to get threw some branches from other trees around, that prevented him to come any closer his goal, the light disappeared. It was instead replaced by someone very familiar. Harry reached out his hand without words , as in help, and then all trees around him faded away and he found himself standing on the Qudittich pitch. But it didn't look like it at all. It was strange and different, and when Harry began to wonder where he had seen this, he remembered. He was in the arena of the Triwizard tournament. All light suddenly were at his direction. Harry had to peer while putting his hand flat over his eyebrows, to see the person that was coming towards him. But it wasn't a person, it was a mirror. Harry took a few steps closer, still not convinced that the thing that was walking towards him was a mirror with arms and legs of some kind of silver metal. When the mirror had reached it's end, infront of him, the blazing lights around the stadium shut down, which made the pitch swim in darkness. Harry's hand fell down from it's position over his eyebrows, where it had been as cover from the brightness that had blended him a few seconds ago. His eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, and once again he could see the mirror standing infront of him, not moving. Harry took another few steps closer, but stopped when his reflection in the mirror started to change. It was a rather small boy, with a mop of unreadily hair, a pair of little to big glasses on the tip of his nose, bright green eyes and a lightning- bolt scar on his forehead... It was himself, but much more younger maybe twelve-thirteen years old, looking back at him. He saw the frightened look in the green eyes that stared back at him when he stepped closer so that he was just a few inches from him. Harry just looked at the boy, choked for a moment, remembering those years when everything was so different, when he still was so afraid and lonely and when Lord Voldermort still was dead. When Harry opened his eyes, the reflection of his younger self was gone, and was instead replaced by total darkness. He reached out his hand and touched the mirror's surface. He look at it, trying to see something there inside, but nothing. He stepped back, still having his eyes glowed on the big, blank mirror. And then finally he saw what he was looking for.
From a long distance, inside the mirror, came a girl running towards him. He kept his eyes on her as she came nearer, her white dress wrapping her slender body as she ran faster. Her long black hair much in the air, following behind. He couldn't move his eyes from her, he was afraid that if he did he would loose her in the darkness. He saw the girl's beautiful face and recognised it immediately. It was Cho Chang. She stooped when she reached the end of the mirrors inside. With a smile on her lips, she reached out her hand and, to Harry's surprise, it went through the mirror's surface, that had suddenly become like water. Coming out from the mirror, now just a few inches from her Harry, she wrapped her arms around him. Harry could feel his heart beat faster, having her in his arms breathing her smell, he felt his blood boil in his veins. He didn't hesitate for a moment to lean forward and brush his lips against her forehead, a desire to having her closer in his embrace growing. She pulled out a bit, standing on tiptoe to be nearer his face. " I love you", she whispered slowly in his ear. Harry let out a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, still having his arms around her. He leaned down and met her lips for a few seconds. She was inches from his face, breathing hard. When he met her gaze he didn't see the grey eyes anymore, instead he saw a smiling face with two light brown familiar eyes staring back at him. It was Hermione. She raised her hand and softly cupped his cheek. Closing her eyes, she gave him small kiss on his lips. Without even thinking, he pulled her nearer, her lips just brushing his. He leaned forward and touched her lips, kissing her tenderly and tasting her mouth with his. She pulled out a bit, seeing his eyes full of desire. He kissed her eyes, cheeks, everywhere in her face that made her giggle. She grinned at him, still not saying a word. Not breaking the connection Harry, picked her up in his arms, looking into her eyes intensely. " Do you know it now Harry ?, she whispered, her hands on his chest." Do you know it Harry?... Open your eyes... Open your eyes... Do you know it now?...Open your eyes...
" Harry, Harry! Open your eyes! Open your eyes!", Ron said, shaking a sleepy Harry . The common room was almost empty, except Hermione who was still studying, Seamus who was talking to Parvati about the next concert the group " Maravilis" were going to perform.
" You were talking in your dream!", he continued looking at Harry who slowly opened his eyes, not realising what Ron just said.
" Wha...Wha...What did I say?!, " Harry almost shouted the last words, now remembering
what his dream had been about. He felt his heart beat hard against his chest, glancing over at Hermione if she had heard Ron. But she kept her nose in the book, not a ware of the conversation between the two of them.
" I duh...know, I just came in here and heard you, but you weren't directly talking. Oh, yes you kept saying Hermione's name, well first Cho's and then hers." Ron pointed at Hermione, not seeing Harry's suddenly pale face. He looked quickly at her, but breathed out seeing that Hermione didn't move an inch, still concentrated in her book. With her mouth open and eyes big as oranges, in the book's old pages.
" Anyway, I just wanted to say to you that Fred and George are coming here to Hogwarts tomorrow night. They said that they had great news, but you know them, the greatest news they could ever have is that maybe they had lured and irritated Bill, now that the two of them are helping him in his work at the bank."
Ron continued to talk about the his brothers, but Harry was just hearing with one ear. When he was suppose to say something he just said; "yeah, um, right, aha". He was thinking about his dream, how strange it had been. Well, it was not strange that he had dreamt about Cho, he had done it a lot of times, but about Hermione in *that* way. At least she hadn't heard him talking while he was dreaming. Harry looked at Hermione, seeing her concentrated on her book. Suddenly she changed position on the couch and put her thick book over her eyes, so that her face was from Ron and Harry's view. Before Harry turned his gaze from her once again he saw something peculiar on the book's cover when the lightness of fire's flames suddenly brightened the commons room. The title itself was upside down...
To be continue....
I have hurried with this chapter to make you happy, so...review, review, review. My birthday is soon, so if you want to make me happy...review, review, review...
Tell me what you think of my story, flames are welcomed as well...
Expect maybe this the Next 2 Chapter : More about Hermione's secret.
: Harry jealous of Ron?
: What is George and Fred Weasley's big
news?
: Problem in school...
: Are Viktor Krum and Cho Chang still in the
picture?
: The beginning of a new adventure for Harry
Potter and his friends...
Disclaimer: None of this characters belong to me ( of course ), though I wish they did....
Warning: Kind of PG 13 in this chapter, so now you have been warned...
Chapter 4
An old man walked towards the dark contour of the magic school , Hogwarts, that laid on a raising hill surrounded by huge, dark, green trees. His feet hurt in every step he took, but he kept going towards his destination. Sweat ran from his forehead, tiredness spread all over his body when a cold icy wind met him. He stopped for a second, breathing hard while bending over, grabbing his knees to relax at something. There was a long way left, but he had to reach the only help he could get. " If only things were different", he muttered to himself when he began to walk again. He threw a look at his red swallowing fingers, turning his hand around inspecting the many wounds that covered it. He could still feel the magic radiating from his thick fingers, as an unexplainable ghost that haunted him. " Dumbledore...", he whispered when another wind almost knocked him over, as a warning not to dare coming any closer.
The lights in the Gryffindor common room were weak, it was already dark outside, which was very abnormal since it was only in the middle of September. Harry looked out for an instant, feeling suddenly very depressed and tired , while putting away the parchment that contained the Herbology homework they had for tomorrow. It was nothing really hard, except for finding the name of the flesh eating plant that Professor Sprout had shown today at class. Ron had tried to get the name from Hermione, who obviously already knew what it was call, but it was like talking to a wall. She kept insisting that it was time for the two of them to become prepare if this kind of home works came along, if they wanted good grades. Ron had already giving up after asking Neville, who also happened to be very good in Herbology, but when Neville saw the looks Hermione sent him when Ron asked, he hesitated and said nothing, thinking about what Hermione would do to him.
Harry turned his gaze from the window and without thinking he let it fall on Hermione, who had her eyes glowed on a large book, reading so fast that they went from side to side without any stop. He continued to just look at her, from head to toe. Her hair was placed on her left shoulder so that it would not disturbed her reading. It was still bushy, but when Harry looked at it now, more longer than a few seconds, he could see that it was much more smoother than before, or maybe it had always been like that. Her head relaxed on the couch's armrest, the fireplace's flames throwing bright and dark shadows on her resting face, and at that instant she looked so...unreal. Harry swallowed a gulp that somehow had got stocked on his throat. His heart beat a few seconds faster and though he knew why it did, he couldn't help himself turn away his gaze from her. Every second that went by the same sentence popped into his head " We are friends, best friends as a matter a fact", but then a question followed it, and it was that question that Harry gladly wanted to rub away. He closed his eyes for an instant, thinking hard about how good friends he, Ron and Hermione had always been. How they had manage to help each other in many ways, even when they had problems with eachother. While thinking Harry heard a distant voice in the back of his head, it was his own. It said the same thing all the times, " but it has nothing to do with Ron, it is now about you and her, lonely". Harry shook his head in a no, while mumbling to himself that he had to straight up. When he looked at her again, saw her familiar face, eyes, mouth, eyebrows, profile he had to wonder when things had started to change. He had been friends with her in now six years, and during those years he hadn't thought of her as a...girl. Only as friend who he had fun with, talked with, shared feelings with. So, how come he suddenly begins to think of her in...that way? Harry, with great effort, looked into the fire, which began to go out. He didn't want to study anymore, he was tired. But not physical, emotional. He didn't feel when his eyes, slowly began to close themselves, he began to doze, slowly in a dream...
Harry found himself inside the forbidden forest. He felt the cold wind giving him chills, and shakily he began to walk. He didn't knew what he was looking for, he only knew that if he didn't hurry something terrible would happened. Just as he felt that he was lost in the middle of the dark, dangerous forest, he saw a bright light, a few metres infront of him. The brightness was behind a huge, old oak. While he struggled to get threw some branches from other trees around, that prevented him to come any closer his goal, the light disappeared. It was instead replaced by someone very familiar. Harry reached out his hand without words , as in help, and then all trees around him faded away and he found himself standing on the Qudittich pitch. But it didn't look like it at all. It was strange and different, and when Harry began to wonder where he had seen this, he remembered. He was in the arena of the Triwizard tournament. All light suddenly were at his direction. Harry had to peer while putting his hand flat over his eyebrows, to see the person that was coming towards him. But it wasn't a person, it was a mirror. Harry took a few steps closer, still not convinced that the thing that was walking towards him was a mirror with arms and legs of some kind of silver metal. When the mirror had reached it's end, infront of him, the blazing lights around the stadium shut down, which made the pitch swim in darkness. Harry's hand fell down from it's position over his eyebrows, where it had been as cover from the brightness that had blended him a few seconds ago. His eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, and once again he could see the mirror standing infront of him, not moving. Harry took another few steps closer, but stopped when his reflection in the mirror started to change. It was a rather small boy, with a mop of unreadily hair, a pair of little to big glasses on the tip of his nose, bright green eyes and a lightning- bolt scar on his forehead... It was himself, but much more younger maybe twelve-thirteen years old, looking back at him. He saw the frightened look in the green eyes that stared back at him when he stepped closer so that he was just a few inches from him. Harry just looked at the boy, choked for a moment, remembering those years when everything was so different, when he still was so afraid and lonely and when Lord Voldermort still was dead. When Harry opened his eyes, the reflection of his younger self was gone, and was instead replaced by total darkness. He reached out his hand and touched the mirror's surface. He look at it, trying to see something there inside, but nothing. He stepped back, still having his eyes glowed on the big, blank mirror. And then finally he saw what he was looking for.
From a long distance, inside the mirror, came a girl running towards him. He kept his eyes on her as she came nearer, her white dress wrapping her slender body as she ran faster. Her long black hair much in the air, following behind. He couldn't move his eyes from her, he was afraid that if he did he would loose her in the darkness. He saw the girl's beautiful face and recognised it immediately. It was Cho Chang. She stooped when she reached the end of the mirrors inside. With a smile on her lips, she reached out her hand and, to Harry's surprise, it went through the mirror's surface, that had suddenly become like water. Coming out from the mirror, now just a few inches from her Harry, she wrapped her arms around him. Harry could feel his heart beat faster, having her in his arms breathing her smell, he felt his blood boil in his veins. He didn't hesitate for a moment to lean forward and brush his lips against her forehead, a desire to having her closer in his embrace growing. She pulled out a bit, standing on tiptoe to be nearer his face. " I love you", she whispered slowly in his ear. Harry let out a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, still having his arms around her. He leaned down and met her lips for a few seconds. She was inches from his face, breathing hard. When he met her gaze he didn't see the grey eyes anymore, instead he saw a smiling face with two light brown familiar eyes staring back at him. It was Hermione. She raised her hand and softly cupped his cheek. Closing her eyes, she gave him small kiss on his lips. Without even thinking, he pulled her nearer, her lips just brushing his. He leaned forward and touched her lips, kissing her tenderly and tasting her mouth with his. She pulled out a bit, seeing his eyes full of desire. He kissed her eyes, cheeks, everywhere in her face that made her giggle. She grinned at him, still not saying a word. Not breaking the connection Harry, picked her up in his arms, looking into her eyes intensely. " Do you know it now Harry ?, she whispered, her hands on his chest." Do you know it Harry?... Open your eyes... Open your eyes... Do you know it now?...Open your eyes...
" Harry, Harry! Open your eyes! Open your eyes!", Ron said, shaking a sleepy Harry . The common room was almost empty, except Hermione who was still studying, Seamus who was talking to Parvati about the next concert the group " Maravilis" were going to perform.
" You were talking in your dream!", he continued looking at Harry who slowly opened his eyes, not realising what Ron just said.
" Wha...Wha...What did I say?!, " Harry almost shouted the last words, now remembering
what his dream had been about. He felt his heart beat hard against his chest, glancing over at Hermione if she had heard Ron. But she kept her nose in the book, not a ware of the conversation between the two of them.
" I duh...know, I just came in here and heard you, but you weren't directly talking. Oh, yes you kept saying Hermione's name, well first Cho's and then hers." Ron pointed at Hermione, not seeing Harry's suddenly pale face. He looked quickly at her, but breathed out seeing that Hermione didn't move an inch, still concentrated in her book. With her mouth open and eyes big as oranges, in the book's old pages.
" Anyway, I just wanted to say to you that Fred and George are coming here to Hogwarts tomorrow night. They said that they had great news, but you know them, the greatest news they could ever have is that maybe they had lured and irritated Bill, now that the two of them are helping him in his work at the bank."
Ron continued to talk about the his brothers, but Harry was just hearing with one ear. When he was suppose to say something he just said; "yeah, um, right, aha". He was thinking about his dream, how strange it had been. Well, it was not strange that he had dreamt about Cho, he had done it a lot of times, but about Hermione in *that* way. At least she hadn't heard him talking while he was dreaming. Harry looked at Hermione, seeing her concentrated on her book. Suddenly she changed position on the couch and put her thick book over her eyes, so that her face was from Ron and Harry's view. Before Harry turned his gaze from her once again he saw something peculiar on the book's cover when the lightness of fire's flames suddenly brightened the commons room. The title itself was upside down...
To be continue....
I have hurried with this chapter to make you happy, so...review, review, review. My birthday is soon, so if you want to make me happy...review, review, review...
Tell me what you think of my story, flames are welcomed as well...
Expect maybe this the Next 2 Chapter : More about Hermione's secret.
: Harry jealous of Ron?
: What is George and Fred Weasley's big
news?
: Problem in school...
: Are Viktor Krum and Cho Chang still in the
picture?
: The beginning of a new adventure for Harry
Potter and his friends...