Okay, so I stand corrected. Too lazy to sign in has informed me that it says in Prisoner of Azkaban that Hermi's b-day is in September. Will someone tell me where? I've read it so many times.... And I find it very hard to believe that I missed it, but I could be wrong. Anyways, I'm going with what I said before regardless. Some of you may need a teddy bear, this part is sad.........
Hermione was swept out of her chair. She waved to her still partying friends as Harry carried her up the stairs.
"Thanks for coming guys!" she yelled.
"Hey, we weren't able to figure out your birthday while we were at Hogwarts, the least we could do was come back when someone did!" the twin yelled back, over the din.
Hermione was going to have a headache tomorrow. She didn't know how, but the Twins had somehow managed to sneak alcohol into the school, and, well, lets just say it was a merry party. (Hee Hee Hee Case of the wasted underage wizards.... Don't try this at home folks.... Oh hell, don't listen to me! If you wanna drink, go ahead! I sure as hell won't stop you! But your parents might have a leeeeeeeetle problem with it..... Okay another point too lazy to sign in had was, that language is ridiculous. Well, this is fanfic land. They're teenagers. I'm sure if this book was aimed at teens, they'd talk like that. And well, so what if they drink, no one sue me. Like I said. This is fanfic land!!!!!)
Harry pushed open the door to the dormitory and dropped her onto the bed. (damn! I'm bleeding! Blood on the keys! Oops....) She giggled as he flopped down beside her.
"You never told me why you never said anything about your birthday." Said Harry, eating a piece of leftover chocolate cake. (I could go for some right now.... Aww man, too fattening!)
"Well, I just don't...." she paused. "I don't really want to talk about it. Please Harry, I don't really-"
The tears came without permission.
"Don't cry Hermi" he said, pulling her into a hug. "But I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened."
"I was seven" she started, wiping away her tears. "Desiree... my best friend. It was my party, and everything was fine. Until........Until........ Des was sick. Really sick. And she started to seize... and she just shook and shook and shook... we couldn't stop it. The ambulance came, and they tried everything...... but she wouldn't breath.... " She was hysterics now, screaming at the top of her lungs. "She died, Harry! She died! There on my living room floor! In the middle of the wrapping paper... my new toys... and she just lay there, shaking, and I... I ... just stood there..."
Harry rocked her in his arms. "Hermi, relax. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. She was sick. She's not in pain anymore. It's okay."
She finally stopped shaking in his arms.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you your present now."
Hermione began to protest, but he hushed her. He grabbed something from the bedside table and strung it around her neck.
"Oh Harry! It's beautiful!" It was a gold locket. On one side was a picture of Him and Her and the other of Harry, Hermione and Ron. On the back, it was engraved, Anam Cara.
"Soul friend."
He kissed her. "Always."
Hermione was right. She awoke the next morning to a massive headache. Oh well. She still had to go to classes.
The gang was leaving the castle for Herbology.
"That's gorgeous locket Hermione" said Lavender, arm draped over Ron's shoulder. (Oh come now, he can't be left out can he?) "May I see it?"
Hermione went to unclasp it, but the chain snapped.
"Oh no!"
"Here" said Harry, taking it from her. "I'll take it into Hogsmede and get it fixed."
She smiled. "Thanks. Now lets go, I don't want to be late for Professor Sprout!"
She floated on ahead of them in her chair, towards the farthest greenhouse.
Harry saw it first.
"Hermione!" he cried, sprinting ahead. "Watch out!"
But it was too late. The spell flashed green through the trees, hitting her right in the chest. She crumpled forward, landing in a heap on the ground.
Parvati screamed.
"No!" Harry and Ron ran forward, and knelt beside her.
Harry groped for a pulse, and he felt a faint one, but it quickly faded.
"Oh my God" he said, gasping for air. "No, no, no, no, no".
"She's dead." Said Ron, in shock. "Hermione's Dead....."
Professor Sprout came running up the hill. "I heard a scream. What happ-" she began, but stopped dead in her tracks.
"Someone get the headmaster. Now!" she yelled, kneeling down to check Hermione's pulse.
Parvati sprinted up to the castle.
"It's too late" said Lavender weakly, tears streaming down her face. "She's gone. Hermione's gone."
"Come on" said harry, pulling Ron by the wrist. "Let's get the bastard who did this. He could still be in the forest."
"No!" Ginny screamed, almost hysterically. "You're not that fuckin' stupid, Harry! If he's still in there, you'll be killed! Don't! Just don't!" She fell into Ron's arms, sobbing.
"What happened?" Asked Professor Sprout. "This is serious. If he could get in..." she shuddered.
Neville spoke first. "A... green light... from trees, Harry ran forward, but... it her her.. and.. and... she fell..."
"It was like Harry saw it before it was there. He ran forward at least five second before it appeared."
"Harry bowed his head. The druid ring sparkled and flashed. Harry noticed something strange. Hermione's ring was sending off sparks and flashing too. That was strange. It shouldn't do that if she was......... but the green was slowly fading away. Her soul was leaving. He could still...
"Wait!" he yelled.
Everyone stared at him.
He knelt beside Hermione's motionless body. He had no idea what he was going to do, it was like he was being controlled by someone else.
He lay his hands on her chest and uttered a spell.
"Aiséirigh iníon bos an Druids. Bhur Anam toil tarraing de Tir nan og. Magmell lorg tu toil fan!"
(A/N that was a rough translation to Gaelic. Basic translation:
"Rise again Daughter of the Druids. Your Soul will pull form Tir nan og. Magmell for you will wait." Tir nan og and Magmell are the same thing... land of the dead, land of the young, basically where you go in the afterlife in Celtic Mythology. My aunts sending me a Gaelic English Dictionary, but in the meantime, I'm using this crappy online one, so, if I got anything wrong, and you know Gaelic, please let me know...... your Cara, Danie. (I couldn't find author of Prophet in the Gaelic Dictionary, so I used friend...)
Harry and Hermione floated up into the air, surrounded by a circle of light. Harry felt a tremendous pull form Hermione. He repeated the spell again.
"Aiséirigh! Lorg bhur beatha am toil fan!"
(Translation: Rise again! For your life it will wait!)
The light around then turned bright green. Harry felt a huge, painful pull. He didn't think he could hold on much longer. His ring burned painfully on his hand.
He suddenly heard a calming, feminine voice in his head.
"Let her go, Harry. Let her go."
"No!" he screamed aloud. "I won't let her die! No!"
"You're only hurting yourself, my dear. Let her go. She will be safe."
"No!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face. "Don't die on me Hermione!!"
"Let go."
The pull was way too strong. If he could only hold on for one more minute... but he was dizzy, the world was going black. He was losing consciousness. He had to hold on one more minute...
But the spell broke, he fell through the air and the world went black.
Ginny screamed as Harry fell towards the ground. "Someone catch him!"
Harry froze in mid air. The group looked up. There stood Albus Dumbledore.
"What happened?"
"It's done, master. The girl is dead."
"Well done, Wormatail. It seems you are good for something, after all."
The dark lord threw his head back and laughed. He laughed a high, evil laugh.
Hee Hee Hee. Another Cliffie. Sorry, had to do that. But my stories always turn out happy right? (Everyone who read Against All Odds boos) Anyways, if my muse gives me a dramatized, horrible depressing idea for a fic, who am I to argue. As soon as I get an idea for a humor fic, I'll post it, k? I can't pick and choose, K?
Well, I hope you enjoyed, I made it extra long cuz I haven't been posting as much as before. I'm sooooooo busy. I have basketball, pathfinders, drama, and homework (I'm almost finished my public speech). I'm sooooooooo busy, I haven't seen ER in a month! AAHHHHHHH! pleez review!
~Danie
P.S. Thanx to my lovely friend Desiree for the use of her name. :)
Hermione was swept out of her chair. She waved to her still partying friends as Harry carried her up the stairs.
"Thanks for coming guys!" she yelled.
"Hey, we weren't able to figure out your birthday while we were at Hogwarts, the least we could do was come back when someone did!" the twin yelled back, over the din.
Hermione was going to have a headache tomorrow. She didn't know how, but the Twins had somehow managed to sneak alcohol into the school, and, well, lets just say it was a merry party. (Hee Hee Hee Case of the wasted underage wizards.... Don't try this at home folks.... Oh hell, don't listen to me! If you wanna drink, go ahead! I sure as hell won't stop you! But your parents might have a leeeeeeeetle problem with it..... Okay another point too lazy to sign in had was, that language is ridiculous. Well, this is fanfic land. They're teenagers. I'm sure if this book was aimed at teens, they'd talk like that. And well, so what if they drink, no one sue me. Like I said. This is fanfic land!!!!!)
Harry pushed open the door to the dormitory and dropped her onto the bed. (damn! I'm bleeding! Blood on the keys! Oops....) She giggled as he flopped down beside her.
"You never told me why you never said anything about your birthday." Said Harry, eating a piece of leftover chocolate cake. (I could go for some right now.... Aww man, too fattening!)
"Well, I just don't...." she paused. "I don't really want to talk about it. Please Harry, I don't really-"
The tears came without permission.
"Don't cry Hermi" he said, pulling her into a hug. "But I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened."
"I was seven" she started, wiping away her tears. "Desiree... my best friend. It was my party, and everything was fine. Until........Until........ Des was sick. Really sick. And she started to seize... and she just shook and shook and shook... we couldn't stop it. The ambulance came, and they tried everything...... but she wouldn't breath.... " She was hysterics now, screaming at the top of her lungs. "She died, Harry! She died! There on my living room floor! In the middle of the wrapping paper... my new toys... and she just lay there, shaking, and I... I ... just stood there..."
Harry rocked her in his arms. "Hermi, relax. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. She was sick. She's not in pain anymore. It's okay."
She finally stopped shaking in his arms.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you your present now."
Hermione began to protest, but he hushed her. He grabbed something from the bedside table and strung it around her neck.
"Oh Harry! It's beautiful!" It was a gold locket. On one side was a picture of Him and Her and the other of Harry, Hermione and Ron. On the back, it was engraved, Anam Cara.
"Soul friend."
He kissed her. "Always."
Hermione was right. She awoke the next morning to a massive headache. Oh well. She still had to go to classes.
The gang was leaving the castle for Herbology.
"That's gorgeous locket Hermione" said Lavender, arm draped over Ron's shoulder. (Oh come now, he can't be left out can he?) "May I see it?"
Hermione went to unclasp it, but the chain snapped.
"Oh no!"
"Here" said Harry, taking it from her. "I'll take it into Hogsmede and get it fixed."
She smiled. "Thanks. Now lets go, I don't want to be late for Professor Sprout!"
She floated on ahead of them in her chair, towards the farthest greenhouse.
Harry saw it first.
"Hermione!" he cried, sprinting ahead. "Watch out!"
But it was too late. The spell flashed green through the trees, hitting her right in the chest. She crumpled forward, landing in a heap on the ground.
Parvati screamed.
"No!" Harry and Ron ran forward, and knelt beside her.
Harry groped for a pulse, and he felt a faint one, but it quickly faded.
"Oh my God" he said, gasping for air. "No, no, no, no, no".
"She's dead." Said Ron, in shock. "Hermione's Dead....."
Professor Sprout came running up the hill. "I heard a scream. What happ-" she began, but stopped dead in her tracks.
"Someone get the headmaster. Now!" she yelled, kneeling down to check Hermione's pulse.
Parvati sprinted up to the castle.
"It's too late" said Lavender weakly, tears streaming down her face. "She's gone. Hermione's gone."
"Come on" said harry, pulling Ron by the wrist. "Let's get the bastard who did this. He could still be in the forest."
"No!" Ginny screamed, almost hysterically. "You're not that fuckin' stupid, Harry! If he's still in there, you'll be killed! Don't! Just don't!" She fell into Ron's arms, sobbing.
"What happened?" Asked Professor Sprout. "This is serious. If he could get in..." she shuddered.
Neville spoke first. "A... green light... from trees, Harry ran forward, but... it her her.. and.. and... she fell..."
"It was like Harry saw it before it was there. He ran forward at least five second before it appeared."
"Harry bowed his head. The druid ring sparkled and flashed. Harry noticed something strange. Hermione's ring was sending off sparks and flashing too. That was strange. It shouldn't do that if she was......... but the green was slowly fading away. Her soul was leaving. He could still...
"Wait!" he yelled.
Everyone stared at him.
He knelt beside Hermione's motionless body. He had no idea what he was going to do, it was like he was being controlled by someone else.
He lay his hands on her chest and uttered a spell.
"Aiséirigh iníon bos an Druids. Bhur Anam toil tarraing de Tir nan og. Magmell lorg tu toil fan!"
(A/N that was a rough translation to Gaelic. Basic translation:
"Rise again Daughter of the Druids. Your Soul will pull form Tir nan og. Magmell for you will wait." Tir nan og and Magmell are the same thing... land of the dead, land of the young, basically where you go in the afterlife in Celtic Mythology. My aunts sending me a Gaelic English Dictionary, but in the meantime, I'm using this crappy online one, so, if I got anything wrong, and you know Gaelic, please let me know...... your Cara, Danie. (I couldn't find author of Prophet in the Gaelic Dictionary, so I used friend...)
Harry and Hermione floated up into the air, surrounded by a circle of light. Harry felt a tremendous pull form Hermione. He repeated the spell again.
"Aiséirigh! Lorg bhur beatha am toil fan!"
(Translation: Rise again! For your life it will wait!)
The light around then turned bright green. Harry felt a huge, painful pull. He didn't think he could hold on much longer. His ring burned painfully on his hand.
He suddenly heard a calming, feminine voice in his head.
"Let her go, Harry. Let her go."
"No!" he screamed aloud. "I won't let her die! No!"
"You're only hurting yourself, my dear. Let her go. She will be safe."
"No!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face. "Don't die on me Hermione!!"
"Let go."
The pull was way too strong. If he could only hold on for one more minute... but he was dizzy, the world was going black. He was losing consciousness. He had to hold on one more minute...
But the spell broke, he fell through the air and the world went black.
Ginny screamed as Harry fell towards the ground. "Someone catch him!"
Harry froze in mid air. The group looked up. There stood Albus Dumbledore.
"What happened?"
"It's done, master. The girl is dead."
"Well done, Wormatail. It seems you are good for something, after all."
The dark lord threw his head back and laughed. He laughed a high, evil laugh.
Hee Hee Hee. Another Cliffie. Sorry, had to do that. But my stories always turn out happy right? (Everyone who read Against All Odds boos) Anyways, if my muse gives me a dramatized, horrible depressing idea for a fic, who am I to argue. As soon as I get an idea for a humor fic, I'll post it, k? I can't pick and choose, K?
Well, I hope you enjoyed, I made it extra long cuz I haven't been posting as much as before. I'm sooooooo busy. I have basketball, pathfinders, drama, and homework (I'm almost finished my public speech). I'm sooooooooo busy, I haven't seen ER in a month! AAHHHHHHH! pleez review!
~Danie
P.S. Thanx to my lovely friend Desiree for the use of her name. :)
