Dreams Come True
Chapter 2; New Allies
There was a silence, which lasted a couple seconds. Then Harry said very softly;
"Hermione? Are you going to end it the same? The way our seventh year ended? Or are you going to give it a happy ending?"
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"Happy, of course" replied Hermione matter-of-factly "my readers would be so terribly disappointed to find out that Dumbledore dies to save everyone in Hogwarts but that Hogwarts get burned down and everyone huddled together in fear of You-know-who for the rest of their lives. Or that the Dark Lord begins a terrible reign during which anyone could be attacked any moment under the crime that he or she is not a Death Eater. Harry Potter has to win, even if only in a book."
"Hermione?" said Ron "why did you disappear like that?"
"I had to write my book, remember? I had to become a completely different person. I needed a disguise most of all; a new name, a new life, a new history. I had to put lots of stuff together to write your book, Harry. From the moment I stepped off the train, I had to be a muggle."
No one said anything for a minute. Then;
"Do you know what happened after you left?" asked Ron carefully, he had said it as quietly as possible but anyone could tell how his voice had gone rock hard with bitterness and regret. Hermione felt cold, there was something in Ron's tone that suggested something had happened, something very bad, something that should not have happened.
"No" she said, there was silence "tell me-"
"Fawkes?" exclaimed Harry incredulously, interrupting Hermione. The other two whirled around in the direction Harry was looking. Fawkes was there, his beautiful red feathers were somewhat faded and haggard, he looked so starved that it was as if he was past the thought of eating and just wanted a good place to burst into flame, hopefully not to revive again.
"Oh, the poor thing!" exclaimed Hermione pityingly "He's been here all this time. He looks hungry." And so saying, Hermione took from her bag a packet of crackers. She broke off some crumbs and put them on the table, then waving her wand with the single word Engorgio, she enlarged them and brought them to Fawkes. "Here you go, poor thing. Dear Fawkes has been faithful to the last." They watched as Fawkes gratefully ate the nourishment provided for him. Then Ron said,
"It's a good thing Fawkes is here, we're pretty safe now because he is."
"Yeah" agreed Harry.
"What are you two talking about?" asked Hermione, puzzled. Harry and Ron both glanced at her as if surprised.
"You've been a muggle way too long." said Ron "You should come back, join the wizarding world again."
"So? What's this Fawkes-is-here-we're-safe thing?" Hermione demanded.
"Dear, dear, dear Hermione," crooned Ron "I can't believe you don't remember. One of the cleverest witches to come out of Hogwarts, always bothering about homework. My, my, my." He looked at her condescendingly.
"Oh, just tell me!" burst out Hermione, clearly frustrated. Ron smirked indulgently.
"It's simple really, people, or beasts who use the dark arts fear the Phoenix, just as we fear snakes. Phoenixes are supposed to grant us good guys extra power, like at the triwizard tournament, most people think that's the root of this superstition."
"Now I remember, yes, of course, I read about it. But it all seems so long ago," said Hermione not without a touch of sadness. She seemed to be thinking more about the tournament than what she had read. "I wish I could come back, to all of this," she said wistfully, she waved a hand vaguely around, "those days were . . . special." she sighed, "This old school, it's like the ruins of memories." Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
"Why don't you come back?" asked Harry, as gently as he could "To the wizarding world. It would be almost like old times, the next best thing."
"I can't come back, I need to write about you."
"Come on Hermione, it would be so nice, so much better." said Ron. Hermione had once loved him.
"You both sound like two old fools. I know very well you can get along fine without me." said Hermione impassively.
"Never mind that," came a completely new, yet distantly familiar voice, "we have to hurry." All three looked wildly around. A bony girl with streaming red hair was struggling through the window.
"Ginny!" exclaimed Ron.
A/n Sort of short not very good, but it gets better next chapter, and I'll post it soon.
Thanks all who reviewed, I love reviews. Does anyone not?
Chapter 2; New Allies
There was a silence, which lasted a couple seconds. Then Harry said very softly;
"Hermione? Are you going to end it the same? The way our seventh year ended? Or are you going to give it a happy ending?"
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"Happy, of course" replied Hermione matter-of-factly "my readers would be so terribly disappointed to find out that Dumbledore dies to save everyone in Hogwarts but that Hogwarts get burned down and everyone huddled together in fear of You-know-who for the rest of their lives. Or that the Dark Lord begins a terrible reign during which anyone could be attacked any moment under the crime that he or she is not a Death Eater. Harry Potter has to win, even if only in a book."
"Hermione?" said Ron "why did you disappear like that?"
"I had to write my book, remember? I had to become a completely different person. I needed a disguise most of all; a new name, a new life, a new history. I had to put lots of stuff together to write your book, Harry. From the moment I stepped off the train, I had to be a muggle."
No one said anything for a minute. Then;
"Do you know what happened after you left?" asked Ron carefully, he had said it as quietly as possible but anyone could tell how his voice had gone rock hard with bitterness and regret. Hermione felt cold, there was something in Ron's tone that suggested something had happened, something very bad, something that should not have happened.
"No" she said, there was silence "tell me-"
"Fawkes?" exclaimed Harry incredulously, interrupting Hermione. The other two whirled around in the direction Harry was looking. Fawkes was there, his beautiful red feathers were somewhat faded and haggard, he looked so starved that it was as if he was past the thought of eating and just wanted a good place to burst into flame, hopefully not to revive again.
"Oh, the poor thing!" exclaimed Hermione pityingly "He's been here all this time. He looks hungry." And so saying, Hermione took from her bag a packet of crackers. She broke off some crumbs and put them on the table, then waving her wand with the single word Engorgio, she enlarged them and brought them to Fawkes. "Here you go, poor thing. Dear Fawkes has been faithful to the last." They watched as Fawkes gratefully ate the nourishment provided for him. Then Ron said,
"It's a good thing Fawkes is here, we're pretty safe now because he is."
"Yeah" agreed Harry.
"What are you two talking about?" asked Hermione, puzzled. Harry and Ron both glanced at her as if surprised.
"You've been a muggle way too long." said Ron "You should come back, join the wizarding world again."
"So? What's this Fawkes-is-here-we're-safe thing?" Hermione demanded.
"Dear, dear, dear Hermione," crooned Ron "I can't believe you don't remember. One of the cleverest witches to come out of Hogwarts, always bothering about homework. My, my, my." He looked at her condescendingly.
"Oh, just tell me!" burst out Hermione, clearly frustrated. Ron smirked indulgently.
"It's simple really, people, or beasts who use the dark arts fear the Phoenix, just as we fear snakes. Phoenixes are supposed to grant us good guys extra power, like at the triwizard tournament, most people think that's the root of this superstition."
"Now I remember, yes, of course, I read about it. But it all seems so long ago," said Hermione not without a touch of sadness. She seemed to be thinking more about the tournament than what she had read. "I wish I could come back, to all of this," she said wistfully, she waved a hand vaguely around, "those days were . . . special." she sighed, "This old school, it's like the ruins of memories." Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
"Why don't you come back?" asked Harry, as gently as he could "To the wizarding world. It would be almost like old times, the next best thing."
"I can't come back, I need to write about you."
"Come on Hermione, it would be so nice, so much better." said Ron. Hermione had once loved him.
"You both sound like two old fools. I know very well you can get along fine without me." said Hermione impassively.
"Never mind that," came a completely new, yet distantly familiar voice, "we have to hurry." All three looked wildly around. A bony girl with streaming red hair was struggling through the window.
"Ginny!" exclaimed Ron.
A/n Sort of short not very good, but it gets better next chapter, and I'll post it soon.
Thanks all who reviewed, I love reviews. Does anyone not?
