Disclaimer: My name is Tale Teller…not J. K Rowling.
Tell a tale for Tale Teller. Say it ten times fast.
The wind rushed past Ron's ears. He was doing a slight victory lap. This was the third game they'd won under his supervisions. Christmas was fast approaching. One more week. His entire family would be coming to see the next Quidditch game. He couldn't wait. One Christmas Eve Eve his parents would finally recognize him, as an individual.
"RON!!! THEY'RE SHUTTING OFF THE LIGHTS SOON!!! WE HAVE TO GO!!!" Harry yelled from the ground.
"COMING!!!" Ron said swooping to the ground.
"Have fun up there?"
"As fun as anyone could have floating about." Ron said smiling.
Harry rubbed his eyes.
"Another headache Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yeah." The sleeping draught worked beautifully, but it gave him sever headaches, sometime migraines.
Harry sighed. It was starting to make him tired even after he got up. He only had two bottles left, and Hermione couldn't come and bring more for the holidays.
Ron and Harry apparated home and Harry went to the shower and let the cold-water envelope him.
He stood in the water until he was sure Ron was asleep. He could never let Ron know about the draught. Sure he had seen Hermione bring it, but Ron had been so drunk that night he couldn't possibly remember it.
He turned off the water and toweled off. He put on his glasses and tiptoed to the kitchen. Half of the bottle disappeared at his lips. It was getting worse. Sometimes he could see some of the dream even without the draught. So he needed more.
Sleep came easily but it was not restful.
The determining game of the season came and went leaving the Chudley Cannons as a showin for going to the Quidditch World Cup. The Weasleys had gotten prime seats because of Ron and had enjoyed the show. The decided to stay at a muggle hotel, a notation which Mr. Weasley was very pleased with.
Mrs. Weasley had promised to make Christmas dinner for Ron and Harry so the Weasley's would be coming Christmas day. This was a big problem for Harry. The sleeping draught was taking its toll and Harry was now a walking zombie. And Mrs. Weasley always knew when something was wrong with Harry. Christmas day was beginning to look rather bleak.
KNOCK KNOCK. "There they are." Ron said happily as he opened the door for his family. "RONNY!!!" Fred cried and held his little brother in a half nelson.
"FRED!!!" Ron screeched.
"Break it up boys." Mr. Weasley said as he entered the apartment. "Nice place you have here."
"Not bad for 10 Galleons a week." Ron said happily.
"10 GALLEONS A WEEK???" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.
"Not bad when you get 100 Galleons a week." Harry interjected. "Sometimes more…depends if we're having a good season."
"W-w-well that's wonderful boys." Mrs. Weasley said.
"It's only bad when it's Harry's turn to cook." Ron said.
"At least I don't cheat and get takeout and pretend I cooked it."
Ron blushed.
"Where's your stove?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Right over there." Harry said pointing to the stove.
Christmas dinner was shortly under way. Harry fought off waves of nausea, a new side effect and a headache waiting for the dinner to be served.
It would have been wonderful…if Harry hadn't felt like upchucking the whole time he was eating it.
The Weasleys left way into the night, leaving presents and trash behind. Harry was all too glad when he heard Ron's steady breathing, which meant it was okay for Harry to get his sleeping draught. He crept to the cabinet and…there was no more sleep draught.
No. No. Oh no. Shit. Bloody hell. Rotting away now. Harry's mind rambled on. He slowly went back to his room and lay down on his bed. He couldn't sleep. He wouldn't be able too.
Slowly Harry's eyelids began to fall and Harry felt himself drift into sleep. But unlike the sleeps he had usually been having, this one was filled with nightmares.
The forest was dark and thick and the trees echoed with the voice of Voldemort. "Run faster Potter…I can always catch up."
Snakes littered the ground and each one called out to Harry. "He'sssssssssss coming Potter. He'sssssssssssssss coming."
Harry tripped and fell to the ground. He looked up and saw Voldemort. He bent down and smiled. "Lets end this Potter."
Harry stood up numbly. He couldn't die. No…he wouldn't. Voldemort raised his wand.
Wait a second…if this was a dream…didn't that mean he couldn't die. And if this was his dream…he could control what he wanted.
Voldmort raised his wand higher and…the wand turned into a salmon. "What?" Voldemort said in outrage.
"Welcome to my world." Harry said opening his arms. The forest disappeared and a Quidditch field appeared in its place.
"And now it's time to end this Voldemort."
Harry raised his own wand. "Bye bye." He said and with a swoosh of his wand Voldemort disappeared in a cloud of dust.
And all that was left was a small beetle. Which Harry promptly squashed.
At Hogwarts*
Christmas night. Hermione felt the breeze toy with her hair and swirl it around. She felt so…blah.
She went back inside her room and slumped onto her bed. A loud owl screech brought her back from reality. It dropped a tiny package on her lap and flew out the window.
"Now who could this be from? Harry and Ron already sent me their presents."
She read the small card first.
Dear Hermione,
Merry Christmas. You always wanted this didn't you? I hope you like it.
"Vicky"
"Krum." Hermione said softly. She undid the wrapping paper and gasped in surprise. It was a gold necklace with a diamond in the shape of a moon. Hermione gasped in surprise. This costed over 700 Galleons.
Hermione put it back into the safety of its box and went to thank Krum. She found his room quickly and knocked quietly. "Hello Hermione…Merry Christmas."
"Yes…Merry Christmas to you too Krum…thank you for the present."
Krum smiled. "You liked it?"
"Very much."
"Do you vant to come inside?"
Hermione bit her lip. She wanted to say yes. But… "Yes." She said and she entered his small room.
It could have been Christmas magic. Or maybe it was the full moon. Whichever it was it brought two people closer together. As close together as could ever be possible.
Hermione left early that morning before Krum was even awake. Christmas vacation came and went leaving Hermione in a state of physical dissatisfaction.
It started getting so bad that she dismissed a class early and went into Madam Pomfrey's office. After extensive testing Madam Pomfrey sat down next to Hermione, smiling.
"Well Hermione, you're not dying, but you do have something." Madam Pomfrey said trying to keep the smile off of her face.
"What?"
"Hermione…you're pregnant."
Oh joy. Oh rapture. :-D.
Tell a tale for Tale Teller. Say it ten times fast.
The wind rushed past Ron's ears. He was doing a slight victory lap. This was the third game they'd won under his supervisions. Christmas was fast approaching. One more week. His entire family would be coming to see the next Quidditch game. He couldn't wait. One Christmas Eve Eve his parents would finally recognize him, as an individual.
"RON!!! THEY'RE SHUTTING OFF THE LIGHTS SOON!!! WE HAVE TO GO!!!" Harry yelled from the ground.
"COMING!!!" Ron said swooping to the ground.
"Have fun up there?"
"As fun as anyone could have floating about." Ron said smiling.
Harry rubbed his eyes.
"Another headache Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yeah." The sleeping draught worked beautifully, but it gave him sever headaches, sometime migraines.
Harry sighed. It was starting to make him tired even after he got up. He only had two bottles left, and Hermione couldn't come and bring more for the holidays.
Ron and Harry apparated home and Harry went to the shower and let the cold-water envelope him.
He stood in the water until he was sure Ron was asleep. He could never let Ron know about the draught. Sure he had seen Hermione bring it, but Ron had been so drunk that night he couldn't possibly remember it.
He turned off the water and toweled off. He put on his glasses and tiptoed to the kitchen. Half of the bottle disappeared at his lips. It was getting worse. Sometimes he could see some of the dream even without the draught. So he needed more.
Sleep came easily but it was not restful.
The determining game of the season came and went leaving the Chudley Cannons as a showin for going to the Quidditch World Cup. The Weasleys had gotten prime seats because of Ron and had enjoyed the show. The decided to stay at a muggle hotel, a notation which Mr. Weasley was very pleased with.
Mrs. Weasley had promised to make Christmas dinner for Ron and Harry so the Weasley's would be coming Christmas day. This was a big problem for Harry. The sleeping draught was taking its toll and Harry was now a walking zombie. And Mrs. Weasley always knew when something was wrong with Harry. Christmas day was beginning to look rather bleak.
KNOCK KNOCK. "There they are." Ron said happily as he opened the door for his family. "RONNY!!!" Fred cried and held his little brother in a half nelson.
"FRED!!!" Ron screeched.
"Break it up boys." Mr. Weasley said as he entered the apartment. "Nice place you have here."
"Not bad for 10 Galleons a week." Ron said happily.
"10 GALLEONS A WEEK???" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.
"Not bad when you get 100 Galleons a week." Harry interjected. "Sometimes more…depends if we're having a good season."
"W-w-well that's wonderful boys." Mrs. Weasley said.
"It's only bad when it's Harry's turn to cook." Ron said.
"At least I don't cheat and get takeout and pretend I cooked it."
Ron blushed.
"Where's your stove?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Right over there." Harry said pointing to the stove.
Christmas dinner was shortly under way. Harry fought off waves of nausea, a new side effect and a headache waiting for the dinner to be served.
It would have been wonderful…if Harry hadn't felt like upchucking the whole time he was eating it.
The Weasleys left way into the night, leaving presents and trash behind. Harry was all too glad when he heard Ron's steady breathing, which meant it was okay for Harry to get his sleeping draught. He crept to the cabinet and…there was no more sleep draught.
No. No. Oh no. Shit. Bloody hell. Rotting away now. Harry's mind rambled on. He slowly went back to his room and lay down on his bed. He couldn't sleep. He wouldn't be able too.
Slowly Harry's eyelids began to fall and Harry felt himself drift into sleep. But unlike the sleeps he had usually been having, this one was filled with nightmares.
The forest was dark and thick and the trees echoed with the voice of Voldemort. "Run faster Potter…I can always catch up."
Snakes littered the ground and each one called out to Harry. "He'sssssssssss coming Potter. He'sssssssssssssss coming."
Harry tripped and fell to the ground. He looked up and saw Voldemort. He bent down and smiled. "Lets end this Potter."
Harry stood up numbly. He couldn't die. No…he wouldn't. Voldemort raised his wand.
Wait a second…if this was a dream…didn't that mean he couldn't die. And if this was his dream…he could control what he wanted.
Voldmort raised his wand higher and…the wand turned into a salmon. "What?" Voldemort said in outrage.
"Welcome to my world." Harry said opening his arms. The forest disappeared and a Quidditch field appeared in its place.
"And now it's time to end this Voldemort."
Harry raised his own wand. "Bye bye." He said and with a swoosh of his wand Voldemort disappeared in a cloud of dust.
And all that was left was a small beetle. Which Harry promptly squashed.
At Hogwarts*
Christmas night. Hermione felt the breeze toy with her hair and swirl it around. She felt so…blah.
She went back inside her room and slumped onto her bed. A loud owl screech brought her back from reality. It dropped a tiny package on her lap and flew out the window.
"Now who could this be from? Harry and Ron already sent me their presents."
She read the small card first.
Dear Hermione,
Merry Christmas. You always wanted this didn't you? I hope you like it.
"Vicky"
"Krum." Hermione said softly. She undid the wrapping paper and gasped in surprise. It was a gold necklace with a diamond in the shape of a moon. Hermione gasped in surprise. This costed over 700 Galleons.
Hermione put it back into the safety of its box and went to thank Krum. She found his room quickly and knocked quietly. "Hello Hermione…Merry Christmas."
"Yes…Merry Christmas to you too Krum…thank you for the present."
Krum smiled. "You liked it?"
"Very much."
"Do you vant to come inside?"
Hermione bit her lip. She wanted to say yes. But… "Yes." She said and she entered his small room.
It could have been Christmas magic. Or maybe it was the full moon. Whichever it was it brought two people closer together. As close together as could ever be possible.
Hermione left early that morning before Krum was even awake. Christmas vacation came and went leaving Hermione in a state of physical dissatisfaction.
It started getting so bad that she dismissed a class early and went into Madam Pomfrey's office. After extensive testing Madam Pomfrey sat down next to Hermione, smiling.
"Well Hermione, you're not dying, but you do have something." Madam Pomfrey said trying to keep the smile off of her face.
"What?"
"Hermione…you're pregnant."
Oh joy. Oh rapture. :-D.