GO, HARRY, GO!" Hermione was outside on a cold October day, along with the
rest of the school. There was a Quidditch match, Gryffindor versus
Slytherin, and Hermione wanted nothing more than for Harry to show that
little nit wit Malfoy. Lately he'd been showing out more than usual.
"And rumor has it, that Potter and that little filthy Muggle Hermione are an item! Can you believe it? Of course, Father would die if he found out I was dating a nasty little mudblood like her!" Malfoy drawled this out during Potions one day. Hermione could tell that he was really getting on Harry's nerves, as every time he mentioned Hermione's name, Harry would clench his fists and his cheeks would flush red.
"Harry, don't worry about him. Please, don't let it bother you!" Hermione had said as he gripped the edge of the desk. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed gently. He turned to look at her. His expression softened when he looked into her cinnamon eyes.
"Hermione, they just make me so mad when they talk about you like that! Why doesn't it bother you? Why doesn't it make you angry?" Hermione grinned.
"Because I don't care what people think about me, Harry. I've learned just to listen to what my friends have to say, and not my enemies." She leaned up and kissed his nose and smiled again. "Don't worry about it, Harry, please. Take care of Malfoy at the Quidditch match next week."
"Oh, how absolutely delightful. Potter and Granger, together at last." Harry and Hermione looked up and saw greasy haired Snape standing over them, with a rather nasty grin on his slimy face. "5 points from Gryffindor, and 5 more for your little indecent display of affection!" Hermione gulped and withdrew her arms from around Harry's waist. "Books away, get out your ingredients for The Silverstreamed Potion."
Hermione, Harry, and Ron quietly talked as they got out the things they needed. "Harry, d'you think we'll ever find out what Expandimentiem means?" ask Ron. The three of them had been researching in the library under Harry's invisibility cloak late at night. They had poured over every book they could find, but no mention of Expandimentiem was in any of them. They considered asking a Professor for help, but they were scared of the reaction they might get.
"Don't make me take away more points, the three of you. You've been nothing but trouble since you've came to this school. I am tired of putting up with your little schemes." Snape had snuck up behind them and Hermione had the nasty feeling that he had heard their whole conversation. A quick look from Ron and Harry told her that they felt the same way. "I'm watching the three of you," Snape whispered so that only the three of them could hear. When he backed away, Ron glanced behind him and muttered something that made Hermione reach over and hit him in the arm.
"Now, class, the Silverstreamed Potion is very out of date, but the Ministry requires it to be taught to every fifth year student here at Hogwarts. What it does is go into the bloodstream, making the blood flow quicker for more energy. They used to use it to go into battle, but they stopped when the Dark Lord vanished," Snape cleared his throat and glanced at Harry before continuing. "It also makes the blood thicker, making it able to clot easier, so wounds stop bleeding quicker. I don't see why any of you should use it anytime soon," another glance at Harry, "but it can come in handy from time to time."
As the three of them crushed up beetle eyes and skinned bobdoubostufflers, they quitely conversed. "Ron, d'you think that Snape knows? I mean, he wouldn't have kept looking at me like that all the time, would he?" Harry was worried about the whole situation.
"Harry, don't worry. Dumbledore probably told all the teachers, just to make sure that you'd be safe. And us too, me and Hermione." Ron glanced at Hermione. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was scared to. Not just for himself, but for Harry as well. The look she gave him told him that she was scared too.
"Ron, we all are," she mouthed to him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know."
Later on that day, Malfoy had taken the chance to insult Hermione again during Care of Magical Creatures. But this time, it was Hagrid that took care of him. "You listen 'ere, Malfoy," he had growled. "Jus' 'cause yer jealous that Harry's got Hermione an' you don', don' mean you got ta be such a prat 'bout the whole mess." This caused Malfoy to flush bright red, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione burst into convulsions of laughter. Hermione caught Hagrid's eye, and he winked at her once more.
"Thanks," she said to him after class. Harry and Ron were laughing over some private joke, so Hermione took the opportunity to talk to Hagrid.
"Been wonderin' when you would realize ya love each other," he said to her. Hermione beamed. "O'course, I saw it when yer first came 'ere," he smiled down at her.
"Hagrid, it's wonderful being in love!" Hermione had been floating on air since that night he had finally told her. She was always happy, and nothing upset her much anymore. "It's just absolutely wonderful! Oh, speaking of, how are you and Madame Maxmie?" She asked. She hadn't seen Hagrid's fiancée since last year.
"Oh, we're doin' fine. Don' worry none 'bout me, though, Hermione. Dumbledore tol' me whas' goin' on," he said. His voice suddenly lost it's hint of cheerfulness. "You bes' be careful, Hermione. I'd hate ta see any of ya hurt."
Thaddeus was still scared. The voice in his head wouldn't go away, and he didn't know what to do about it. He was scared that if he told somebody, they'd send him to St. Mungos, the wizard hospital. He didn't want to go there, that was for sure. But he didn't understand why. Why would the Dark Lord choose him? He wasn't a dark wizard. He should have chosen somebody in Slytherin, he heard that they all had gone bad in the end. Voldemort seemed to sense his insecureness.
"Ah, my dear boy, you wonder why I chose you? Well, we shall see why when the time is right. Now, you just focus on doing your duties," he said. Thaddeus hated this voice inside his head, all he wanted was for it to leave him alone and let him get on with his life. He had begged and pleaded, but Voldemort just laughed. When Thaddeus resisted, he felt horrible pain, so he felt it would just be best that he did what Voldemort told him to.
It was the Thursday before Halloween. There was a Quidditch match in which Harry Potter would be playing. That is where Thaddeus would make his first mark.
It was late on Wednesday night when Thaddeus snuck into the Quidditch store room. He searched until he found the box that held the four balls used in the game. He took out his wand and muttered a spell aimed towards a bludger. "That'll take care of that Beater friend of his, Fred Weasley. And the other, that'll take care of the other one, George," said the voice inside his head.
Thaddeus heard the laugh as he was making his way back to the castle. "Very good, Thaddeus. Now maybe I won't have to punish you for all the mistakes you have made. Hopefully our little bludgers will do harm to Harry's little friends.and then Harry shall see what happens when Lord Voldemort gets angry." The laugh sounded again. Thaddeus shuddered, the laugh always sent chills down his spine. It sounded like thousands and thousands of fingernails being slowly dragged down a chalkboard. "So you don't share my sense of humor, Thaddeus? Well, you soon shall." And Voldemort laughed again.
The whole school had their eyes on Harry and Malfoy as they watched the Quidditch match. Hermione had to admit to herself, she was scared for Harry. So many things could happen to him while he was up there in the sky, without her there to protect him. She was sitting next to Ron, and every time a bludger would come towards Harry, she would dig her nails into his arm.
"Ouch, Hermione, stop it will you?" Ron was absorbed in the game. Hermione noticed that he was watching somebody's every move, and it wasn't Harry. She followed his gaze to Meredith Tennal, a transfer student that shared a room with Hermione. She was nice, sure, but they didn't know each other very well, but she made a mental note to herself to get to know her better.
"You like her, don't you Ron?" She asked him. He glanced at her, his ears turning bright red. She smiled. "Don't let her out of your sight. If Voldemort's going to hurt us, then he'll hurt her too. Keep her safe, Ron, because-" Hermione was interrupted by a scream. She looked up to see Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson pointing at something falling through the sky. Hermione's mind immediately raced to Harry, but no, she saw that he was safely on his broom. But she soon realized who it was that was falling.
Fred and George Weasley.
"NO! WHAT HAPPENED? NO.FRED AND GEORGE..MOVE OUTTA MY WAY I GOTTA GET DOWN THERE!" Ron bellowed. His eyes were wide as saucers as he watched his twin brothers fall to the
As Hermione and Ron made their way down onto the field, Hermione ran into a boy about a year younger than her. "Oh, excuse me," she said hurriedly. The boy looked up at her, with fear in his eyes.
"Get him out," he said, with a very weak voice, then tears welled up in his eyes as his facial expression changed into one of immense pain. He ran off, leaving Hermione there alone, to wonder what he meant.
"Curious." she thought to herself.
"And Ron's completely crushed. Fred and George are going to be okay, I know that much for sure, and Ginny's handling it rather well, but Ron is just devastated." Harry's cheeks were flushed red as the two sat on the couch by the fire in the common room. "He's upstairs in the dorm," he said to her.
"Harry, I'm just glad it's not you," she said softly, before cupping his face in her hands. "I would die if anything happened to you, Harry."
"Well.Hermione." Harry seemed if he was on the verge of telling her something that he wasn't supposed to. It made Hermione slightly upset, but everything she was thinking fled her mind when Harry pulled her into his lap and kissed her.
"Harry, I love you, and I want to be with you forever," she thought to herself. "But how long will forever be?"
THE END! (for now, at least)
"And rumor has it, that Potter and that little filthy Muggle Hermione are an item! Can you believe it? Of course, Father would die if he found out I was dating a nasty little mudblood like her!" Malfoy drawled this out during Potions one day. Hermione could tell that he was really getting on Harry's nerves, as every time he mentioned Hermione's name, Harry would clench his fists and his cheeks would flush red.
"Harry, don't worry about him. Please, don't let it bother you!" Hermione had said as he gripped the edge of the desk. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed gently. He turned to look at her. His expression softened when he looked into her cinnamon eyes.
"Hermione, they just make me so mad when they talk about you like that! Why doesn't it bother you? Why doesn't it make you angry?" Hermione grinned.
"Because I don't care what people think about me, Harry. I've learned just to listen to what my friends have to say, and not my enemies." She leaned up and kissed his nose and smiled again. "Don't worry about it, Harry, please. Take care of Malfoy at the Quidditch match next week."
"Oh, how absolutely delightful. Potter and Granger, together at last." Harry and Hermione looked up and saw greasy haired Snape standing over them, with a rather nasty grin on his slimy face. "5 points from Gryffindor, and 5 more for your little indecent display of affection!" Hermione gulped and withdrew her arms from around Harry's waist. "Books away, get out your ingredients for The Silverstreamed Potion."
Hermione, Harry, and Ron quietly talked as they got out the things they needed. "Harry, d'you think we'll ever find out what Expandimentiem means?" ask Ron. The three of them had been researching in the library under Harry's invisibility cloak late at night. They had poured over every book they could find, but no mention of Expandimentiem was in any of them. They considered asking a Professor for help, but they were scared of the reaction they might get.
"Don't make me take away more points, the three of you. You've been nothing but trouble since you've came to this school. I am tired of putting up with your little schemes." Snape had snuck up behind them and Hermione had the nasty feeling that he had heard their whole conversation. A quick look from Ron and Harry told her that they felt the same way. "I'm watching the three of you," Snape whispered so that only the three of them could hear. When he backed away, Ron glanced behind him and muttered something that made Hermione reach over and hit him in the arm.
"Now, class, the Silverstreamed Potion is very out of date, but the Ministry requires it to be taught to every fifth year student here at Hogwarts. What it does is go into the bloodstream, making the blood flow quicker for more energy. They used to use it to go into battle, but they stopped when the Dark Lord vanished," Snape cleared his throat and glanced at Harry before continuing. "It also makes the blood thicker, making it able to clot easier, so wounds stop bleeding quicker. I don't see why any of you should use it anytime soon," another glance at Harry, "but it can come in handy from time to time."
As the three of them crushed up beetle eyes and skinned bobdoubostufflers, they quitely conversed. "Ron, d'you think that Snape knows? I mean, he wouldn't have kept looking at me like that all the time, would he?" Harry was worried about the whole situation.
"Harry, don't worry. Dumbledore probably told all the teachers, just to make sure that you'd be safe. And us too, me and Hermione." Ron glanced at Hermione. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was scared to. Not just for himself, but for Harry as well. The look she gave him told him that she was scared too.
"Ron, we all are," she mouthed to him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know."
Later on that day, Malfoy had taken the chance to insult Hermione again during Care of Magical Creatures. But this time, it was Hagrid that took care of him. "You listen 'ere, Malfoy," he had growled. "Jus' 'cause yer jealous that Harry's got Hermione an' you don', don' mean you got ta be such a prat 'bout the whole mess." This caused Malfoy to flush bright red, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione burst into convulsions of laughter. Hermione caught Hagrid's eye, and he winked at her once more.
"Thanks," she said to him after class. Harry and Ron were laughing over some private joke, so Hermione took the opportunity to talk to Hagrid.
"Been wonderin' when you would realize ya love each other," he said to her. Hermione beamed. "O'course, I saw it when yer first came 'ere," he smiled down at her.
"Hagrid, it's wonderful being in love!" Hermione had been floating on air since that night he had finally told her. She was always happy, and nothing upset her much anymore. "It's just absolutely wonderful! Oh, speaking of, how are you and Madame Maxmie?" She asked. She hadn't seen Hagrid's fiancée since last year.
"Oh, we're doin' fine. Don' worry none 'bout me, though, Hermione. Dumbledore tol' me whas' goin' on," he said. His voice suddenly lost it's hint of cheerfulness. "You bes' be careful, Hermione. I'd hate ta see any of ya hurt."
Thaddeus was still scared. The voice in his head wouldn't go away, and he didn't know what to do about it. He was scared that if he told somebody, they'd send him to St. Mungos, the wizard hospital. He didn't want to go there, that was for sure. But he didn't understand why. Why would the Dark Lord choose him? He wasn't a dark wizard. He should have chosen somebody in Slytherin, he heard that they all had gone bad in the end. Voldemort seemed to sense his insecureness.
"Ah, my dear boy, you wonder why I chose you? Well, we shall see why when the time is right. Now, you just focus on doing your duties," he said. Thaddeus hated this voice inside his head, all he wanted was for it to leave him alone and let him get on with his life. He had begged and pleaded, but Voldemort just laughed. When Thaddeus resisted, he felt horrible pain, so he felt it would just be best that he did what Voldemort told him to.
It was the Thursday before Halloween. There was a Quidditch match in which Harry Potter would be playing. That is where Thaddeus would make his first mark.
It was late on Wednesday night when Thaddeus snuck into the Quidditch store room. He searched until he found the box that held the four balls used in the game. He took out his wand and muttered a spell aimed towards a bludger. "That'll take care of that Beater friend of his, Fred Weasley. And the other, that'll take care of the other one, George," said the voice inside his head.
Thaddeus heard the laugh as he was making his way back to the castle. "Very good, Thaddeus. Now maybe I won't have to punish you for all the mistakes you have made. Hopefully our little bludgers will do harm to Harry's little friends.and then Harry shall see what happens when Lord Voldemort gets angry." The laugh sounded again. Thaddeus shuddered, the laugh always sent chills down his spine. It sounded like thousands and thousands of fingernails being slowly dragged down a chalkboard. "So you don't share my sense of humor, Thaddeus? Well, you soon shall." And Voldemort laughed again.
The whole school had their eyes on Harry and Malfoy as they watched the Quidditch match. Hermione had to admit to herself, she was scared for Harry. So many things could happen to him while he was up there in the sky, without her there to protect him. She was sitting next to Ron, and every time a bludger would come towards Harry, she would dig her nails into his arm.
"Ouch, Hermione, stop it will you?" Ron was absorbed in the game. Hermione noticed that he was watching somebody's every move, and it wasn't Harry. She followed his gaze to Meredith Tennal, a transfer student that shared a room with Hermione. She was nice, sure, but they didn't know each other very well, but she made a mental note to herself to get to know her better.
"You like her, don't you Ron?" She asked him. He glanced at her, his ears turning bright red. She smiled. "Don't let her out of your sight. If Voldemort's going to hurt us, then he'll hurt her too. Keep her safe, Ron, because-" Hermione was interrupted by a scream. She looked up to see Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson pointing at something falling through the sky. Hermione's mind immediately raced to Harry, but no, she saw that he was safely on his broom. But she soon realized who it was that was falling.
Fred and George Weasley.
"NO! WHAT HAPPENED? NO.FRED AND GEORGE..MOVE OUTTA MY WAY I GOTTA GET DOWN THERE!" Ron bellowed. His eyes were wide as saucers as he watched his twin brothers fall to the
As Hermione and Ron made their way down onto the field, Hermione ran into a boy about a year younger than her. "Oh, excuse me," she said hurriedly. The boy looked up at her, with fear in his eyes.
"Get him out," he said, with a very weak voice, then tears welled up in his eyes as his facial expression changed into one of immense pain. He ran off, leaving Hermione there alone, to wonder what he meant.
"Curious." she thought to herself.
"And Ron's completely crushed. Fred and George are going to be okay, I know that much for sure, and Ginny's handling it rather well, but Ron is just devastated." Harry's cheeks were flushed red as the two sat on the couch by the fire in the common room. "He's upstairs in the dorm," he said to her.
"Harry, I'm just glad it's not you," she said softly, before cupping his face in her hands. "I would die if anything happened to you, Harry."
"Well.Hermione." Harry seemed if he was on the verge of telling her something that he wasn't supposed to. It made Hermione slightly upset, but everything she was thinking fled her mind when Harry pulled her into his lap and kissed her.
"Harry, I love you, and I want to be with you forever," she thought to herself. "But how long will forever be?"
THE END! (for now, at least)