Harry stared at the wall. His watched ticked away the seconds.
"Harry, take off that watch. It's driving me crazy."
He took it off and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Ron, is it selfish of me?"
His best friend paused. "I- I think, it's your choice. In your situation I'd... I wouldn't know what to do. Really I wouldn't. But I couldn't be mad at you if you didn't choose her. You know I couldn't."
"But you want me to choose her."
"Harry, you never knew your parents. Now you have the chance to see your mother. Or your father. But you had Hermione. You fell in love with her. Just... I don't know. I can tell you to bring back Hermione. I can't tell you to choose her over your parents. But Harry, they've been gone for years. It could cause chaos... and really, Dumbledore, me and Hermione have been your family more than they ever have been. It's not their fault, but if they could, they'd tell you to choose her. Either way, you may live to regret something, but without Hermione these past days Harry, you've changed. You're not yourself. Your mother of Father may not be able change that."
Harry bowed his head. "I need to go out. Thanks Ron."
"Wait, where are you-"
But he had already floated out the window.
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"Where's he going?"
"To our graves" James replied. "He goes there all the time now, to think."
"This is horrible. I can't just keep doing this. Lily, is there anything else we can do?"
Her jet black ring sparked. "I think there is."
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Harry landed and sat down, leaning against the stone monuments.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sorry, I can't choose." Tears streamed down his face. "I just don't know."
A warm hand reached out wiped the tears away. He looked up.
"Mom?"
She was like a reflection, transparent, and already fading.
"Harry, I don't have much time. I'm fading. Listen to me. You can't choose me or your father. You just can't."
"But wh-"
"We've been gone too long. It will kill you. And Hermione needs you, you need her. Ron is right. Albus, Hermione and Ron are your family. More than we ever have been. I love you, never forget that. But you too deserve each other."
She waved her hand. Hermione stood beside her, a faded image. She smiled, silvery tears trickled down her face.
"Hermi..."
She blew him a kiss, as they both faded away.
He sat in silence for a moment, until his mother's voice echoed in his head.
"Go back, Harry. You'll understand later. But do the right thing. For me."
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"Come on Ron!" said Harry, pulling him down the hallway.
"What Harry?"
"I need you to do the spell. Come on."
Ron stopped in his tracks. "Wait Harry. I'm no druid. How can I help you with old celtic magic? I can't help you bring-" he stopped. "Who is it you're bringing back anyways?"
"Hermione." He said. "You were right. You and her are my family. But I'm not bring her back tonight. I can't yet. But I need the couldron. And I need you to chanel through. It's sort of like sharing power."
Ron looked skeptical. "I'm not so sure, Harry. But I'll try."
They entered the Den and harry lit the candles. He took a large green stone off the shelf. Ron and him sat on the floor across from each other.
Okay Ron, listen to me. Concentrate, focus on what we're looking for. Think of the cauldron. I'll chanel you. Put your hands on the stone."
Ron nodded.
They both placed their hands on the stone and closed their eyes.
"Matholwch airigh mé! An aisghabháil as an coire esttanaigh, it leakiu!"
There was a huge flash and a black couldron appeared.
"Looks like it worked." Said Ron, opening his eyes.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, it did."
Sorry I haven't upladed anything 4 a while. I've been really busy, and away @ camp. Right now I'm in the Middle of choosing my courses for next year. Oh the horror! Well, I'll post more soon!
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"Harry, take off that watch. It's driving me crazy."
He took it off and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Ron, is it selfish of me?"
His best friend paused. "I- I think, it's your choice. In your situation I'd... I wouldn't know what to do. Really I wouldn't. But I couldn't be mad at you if you didn't choose her. You know I couldn't."
"But you want me to choose her."
"Harry, you never knew your parents. Now you have the chance to see your mother. Or your father. But you had Hermione. You fell in love with her. Just... I don't know. I can tell you to bring back Hermione. I can't tell you to choose her over your parents. But Harry, they've been gone for years. It could cause chaos... and really, Dumbledore, me and Hermione have been your family more than they ever have been. It's not their fault, but if they could, they'd tell you to choose her. Either way, you may live to regret something, but without Hermione these past days Harry, you've changed. You're not yourself. Your mother of Father may not be able change that."
Harry bowed his head. "I need to go out. Thanks Ron."
"Wait, where are you-"
But he had already floated out the window.
**************************************************************************************
"Where's he going?"
"To our graves" James replied. "He goes there all the time now, to think."
"This is horrible. I can't just keep doing this. Lily, is there anything else we can do?"
Her jet black ring sparked. "I think there is."
**************************************************************************************
Harry landed and sat down, leaning against the stone monuments.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sorry, I can't choose." Tears streamed down his face. "I just don't know."
A warm hand reached out wiped the tears away. He looked up.
"Mom?"
She was like a reflection, transparent, and already fading.
"Harry, I don't have much time. I'm fading. Listen to me. You can't choose me or your father. You just can't."
"But wh-"
"We've been gone too long. It will kill you. And Hermione needs you, you need her. Ron is right. Albus, Hermione and Ron are your family. More than we ever have been. I love you, never forget that. But you too deserve each other."
She waved her hand. Hermione stood beside her, a faded image. She smiled, silvery tears trickled down her face.
"Hermi..."
She blew him a kiss, as they both faded away.
He sat in silence for a moment, until his mother's voice echoed in his head.
"Go back, Harry. You'll understand later. But do the right thing. For me."
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"Come on Ron!" said Harry, pulling him down the hallway.
"What Harry?"
"I need you to do the spell. Come on."
Ron stopped in his tracks. "Wait Harry. I'm no druid. How can I help you with old celtic magic? I can't help you bring-" he stopped. "Who is it you're bringing back anyways?"
"Hermione." He said. "You were right. You and her are my family. But I'm not bring her back tonight. I can't yet. But I need the couldron. And I need you to chanel through. It's sort of like sharing power."
Ron looked skeptical. "I'm not so sure, Harry. But I'll try."
They entered the Den and harry lit the candles. He took a large green stone off the shelf. Ron and him sat on the floor across from each other.
Okay Ron, listen to me. Concentrate, focus on what we're looking for. Think of the cauldron. I'll chanel you. Put your hands on the stone."
Ron nodded.
They both placed their hands on the stone and closed their eyes.
"Matholwch airigh mé! An aisghabháil as an coire esttanaigh, it leakiu!"
There was a huge flash and a black couldron appeared.
"Looks like it worked." Said Ron, opening his eyes.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, it did."
Sorry I haven't upladed anything 4 a while. I've been really busy, and away @ camp. Right now I'm in the Middle of choosing my courses for next year. Oh the horror! Well, I'll post more soon!
Pleeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzz Review.
~Danie
(Believe me, this series will get much more interesting!)
