Hermione was exhausted. She was sitting in Professor Binns' class,
listening to him drone on and on and on about something that didn't even
matter. She lazily glanced at Ron and Harry, both of whom were drawing
pictures of Malfoy falling off his broom and trying hard to contain their
laughter. She turned her gaze to Harry, watching the way he wrinkled his
eyebrows as he tried to get Malfoy's facial expression right. His hair
waved slightly as he moved his head. Everything about him was so
beautiful.no wonder she was in love with him. Her trance was distracted
when she felt something hit her back. She turned around in her seat to see
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil glaring at her. She didn't
understand.they used to always be so nice. She saw Meredith hit the both
of them, then smile at Hermione. She smiled back. Lately, her and
Meredith had been becoming better friends.
"So, Meredith, back to what we were talking about last night," Hermione said when class was over. Ron and Harry were walking ahead of them, and Ron's ears turned red when he saw who Hermione was talking to. She smiled slightly, then turned back to Meredith. "D'you like Ron?" she asked.
"Hermoine, please don't tell him! I mean.he's just so wonderful! I love being around him, he's so funny and easy to talk to. He'll probably never like me back, so please don't tell him!" Meredith looked at Hermione, her eyes pleading. Hermione smiled, but she couldn't understand how anybody could think of Ron like that. "I guess it's just the fact that he's been more like a brother to me than anything else," she thought to herself.
"But Meredith, what if he likes you back?" she asked her. Meredith's whole face lit up, and she smiled from ear to ear.
"Y-y-you mean it? He likes me back?" She asked. She could barely contain her excitement. "He really does?" Her smile spread even further, if it was possible.
"Yes, Meredith, he really does!"
"No, Thaddeus, you failed at killing those blasted Weasley twins. But, you caused damage, and Harry Potter is scared. I praise you for that, but for your mistake, you must pay dearly." Thaddeus suddenly felt like he was going to retch. The pain spread to his entire body, every bone felt like it was on fire.
"N-no, please s-s-sir, I beg y-you," Thaddeus begged. Voldemort just laughed his high, cold, laugh. Thaddeus shuddered as he heard the familiar screeching sound, then screamed out as he felt even more pain.
"Thaddeus?" A small voice sounded towards the doorway. Thaddeus had been alone in his dorm, and he wasn't expecting anybody else to come in at a time like this. Everybody was supposed to be at lunch.
"Rangley! Please...you need to leave," he gasped. Rangley Lawten, Thaddeus' best friend, was staring at him with a look of confusion on his face. "Please..Rangley..I'm begging you! There's danger here!" Thaddeus stared at his best friend, hoping that Rangley would get what Thaddeus meant. His eyes pleaded with Rangley, then he cried out as he felt another blast of pain. Rangley's eyes grew huge as he watched Thaddeus fall to the floor in pain.
"Thad? Maybe I should go get Madam Pomfrey-" His voice shook, as he was obviously scared.
"NO! Don't.just.Rangley, warn Harry Potter! Something ba-" Thaddeus was cut off as he screamed out again. He slumped, and for a moment, Rangley thought he had died, but closer inspection showed that he had passed out.
"Warn Harry? Why.I don't understand!" Rangley wondered outloud. He decided it best to do what Thaddeus said. But still.why?
"You will pay dearly for that, boy!" Thaddeus had woken up, and he was sitting on his bed, rubbing his head. Rangley was gone. Thaddeus didn't remember a lot of what he had said to Rangley. Just for him to warn Harry Potter. "You almost let out your little secret boy! You'll pay, you just wait," the cold voice said. Thaddeus shivered.he hated that voice. It taunted him in his dreams, during his classes..everywhere he went, that voice. That voice would bring him his death, it seemed.
Harry and Hermione were once again walking around the lake. The weather was turning colder as they neared the end of October, and Halloween. The wind was blowing ripples across the surface of the lake as they walked. Harry had a sad expression on his face. "Harry? Are you all right?" she asked him.
"No.Hermione, there's something that you don't know," he said. He turned to look at her. His green eyes were filled with tears, and one was sliding down his cheek as he looked at her.
"Harry! What's wrong? Please, tell me!" She exclaimed. Whatever was wrong with him, she knew that they would work it out. How many risks had they taken in the years they had come to this school? How many dangerous chances? How many times had they put their lives on the line?
"Hermione," he said. His voice was barely above a whisper. He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. She suddenly got a bad feeling in her stomach, like a pound of lead had dropped down into her insides. "Professor Dumbledore.well, he reckons that I'm going to have to fight Voldemort again," he said.
"Well, you've already faced him four times, and you've always survived before, haven't you?" she asked. This didn't seem so huge, he's always lived through everything. He can't die.he's perfect. In her eyes, at least.
"This time it's different, Hermione. He's stronger than ever.possibly stronger than back before he vanished. They don't think I'll come out on top this time."
Hermione suddenly felt as though the lead in her stomach had fallen all the way down to her toes. "No.Harry, no, that's not right. They're lying to you, I know they are. You can't die, do you understand me? I.I love you to much for you to die!" She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks and drop off her chin onto the hard ground. "You.you just can't," she said.
"I'm not going to, Hermione. I wouldn't leave you alone like that. They say that there's a slight chance that I'll survive. They're training me right now, throwing almost every single situation in my face and teaching me different spells and incantations that'll help me. There's a chance, all right, but not a big one," Harry said.
Those last words he said echoed in Hermione's mind. "There's a chance, all right, but not a big one." Harry's solemn voice repeated those words again and again.
"No. You'll survive. I know you will, Harry. You're a great wizard, Harry, and you can get through anything!" She almost didn't believe herself. Almost all of her brain was screaming out, "LIES! LIES!" But there was still that small part of her mind that still said, even though it was small, "No, Harry'll live. He's the boy who lived, and you never forget that."
Hermione chose to believe the smaller part.
1 Rest your eyes, there's nothing to fear
The dangers gone
Who couldn't say your wonderful
Who couldn't love you
I'll hold you gently
Savor our moments together
But who couldn't say your wonderful
Who couldn't love you?
Hermione was back. The song..it was different this time. The words were different at the end, and they were getting dimmer as she walked on. She looked at her surroundings. The whole forest seemed alive, and more real. It was strangely vivid for a dream. She walked along, and as she walked she felt twigs and sticks poke into the fleshy underside of her feet. It hurt. "Strange, your not supposed to feel in dreams!" she said to herself. She looked down, and noticed that she was in muggle clothes. Her jeans were torn and ripped at the seams, and she had a big slash across one thigh. She realized that she was bleeding.blood was soaking up the fabric of her jeans below the slash. She didn't feel any pain on her leg or anything.just her feet. She heard a stick crack, as though somebody stepped on it. She whirled around, her heart pounding.
"Who's there?" she asked the darkness.
"Hermione?"
"Harry!" she recognized the all too familiar voice. She ran towards where the voice sounded from. She heard Harry running to, she could hear his heavy breathing. She saw his dim figure in the darkness. She ran even harder, because she wanted nothing more than to feel his arms wrap around her, to feel his lips on hers. She was getting closer.closer.
"EXPANDIMENTIEM!" A deep voice roared somewhere to Hermione's left side. She reached out and brushed Harry's fingers, then once again, felt the falling sensation once more. She bolted up in her bed, sweat covering her body. She felt somebody touch her hand, and she screamed.
"Shh! Hermione, it's me! You'll wake everybody else if you keep screaming like that!" Harry's soothing voice cut through the thick darkness. He climbed into the bed with her, pulling the red curtains shut so nobody else could hear them. He took out his wand and muttered, "Lumos." A prinpick of light shone on Harry's face. His brillant green eyes were shining with fear.
"Did you have that dream too?"
THE END! (well, you know what I mean)
"So, Meredith, back to what we were talking about last night," Hermione said when class was over. Ron and Harry were walking ahead of them, and Ron's ears turned red when he saw who Hermione was talking to. She smiled slightly, then turned back to Meredith. "D'you like Ron?" she asked.
"Hermoine, please don't tell him! I mean.he's just so wonderful! I love being around him, he's so funny and easy to talk to. He'll probably never like me back, so please don't tell him!" Meredith looked at Hermione, her eyes pleading. Hermione smiled, but she couldn't understand how anybody could think of Ron like that. "I guess it's just the fact that he's been more like a brother to me than anything else," she thought to herself.
"But Meredith, what if he likes you back?" she asked her. Meredith's whole face lit up, and she smiled from ear to ear.
"Y-y-you mean it? He likes me back?" She asked. She could barely contain her excitement. "He really does?" Her smile spread even further, if it was possible.
"Yes, Meredith, he really does!"
"No, Thaddeus, you failed at killing those blasted Weasley twins. But, you caused damage, and Harry Potter is scared. I praise you for that, but for your mistake, you must pay dearly." Thaddeus suddenly felt like he was going to retch. The pain spread to his entire body, every bone felt like it was on fire.
"N-no, please s-s-sir, I beg y-you," Thaddeus begged. Voldemort just laughed his high, cold, laugh. Thaddeus shuddered as he heard the familiar screeching sound, then screamed out as he felt even more pain.
"Thaddeus?" A small voice sounded towards the doorway. Thaddeus had been alone in his dorm, and he wasn't expecting anybody else to come in at a time like this. Everybody was supposed to be at lunch.
"Rangley! Please...you need to leave," he gasped. Rangley Lawten, Thaddeus' best friend, was staring at him with a look of confusion on his face. "Please..Rangley..I'm begging you! There's danger here!" Thaddeus stared at his best friend, hoping that Rangley would get what Thaddeus meant. His eyes pleaded with Rangley, then he cried out as he felt another blast of pain. Rangley's eyes grew huge as he watched Thaddeus fall to the floor in pain.
"Thad? Maybe I should go get Madam Pomfrey-" His voice shook, as he was obviously scared.
"NO! Don't.just.Rangley, warn Harry Potter! Something ba-" Thaddeus was cut off as he screamed out again. He slumped, and for a moment, Rangley thought he had died, but closer inspection showed that he had passed out.
"Warn Harry? Why.I don't understand!" Rangley wondered outloud. He decided it best to do what Thaddeus said. But still.why?
"You will pay dearly for that, boy!" Thaddeus had woken up, and he was sitting on his bed, rubbing his head. Rangley was gone. Thaddeus didn't remember a lot of what he had said to Rangley. Just for him to warn Harry Potter. "You almost let out your little secret boy! You'll pay, you just wait," the cold voice said. Thaddeus shivered.he hated that voice. It taunted him in his dreams, during his classes..everywhere he went, that voice. That voice would bring him his death, it seemed.
Harry and Hermione were once again walking around the lake. The weather was turning colder as they neared the end of October, and Halloween. The wind was blowing ripples across the surface of the lake as they walked. Harry had a sad expression on his face. "Harry? Are you all right?" she asked him.
"No.Hermione, there's something that you don't know," he said. He turned to look at her. His green eyes were filled with tears, and one was sliding down his cheek as he looked at her.
"Harry! What's wrong? Please, tell me!" She exclaimed. Whatever was wrong with him, she knew that they would work it out. How many risks had they taken in the years they had come to this school? How many dangerous chances? How many times had they put their lives on the line?
"Hermione," he said. His voice was barely above a whisper. He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. She suddenly got a bad feeling in her stomach, like a pound of lead had dropped down into her insides. "Professor Dumbledore.well, he reckons that I'm going to have to fight Voldemort again," he said.
"Well, you've already faced him four times, and you've always survived before, haven't you?" she asked. This didn't seem so huge, he's always lived through everything. He can't die.he's perfect. In her eyes, at least.
"This time it's different, Hermione. He's stronger than ever.possibly stronger than back before he vanished. They don't think I'll come out on top this time."
Hermione suddenly felt as though the lead in her stomach had fallen all the way down to her toes. "No.Harry, no, that's not right. They're lying to you, I know they are. You can't die, do you understand me? I.I love you to much for you to die!" She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks and drop off her chin onto the hard ground. "You.you just can't," she said.
"I'm not going to, Hermione. I wouldn't leave you alone like that. They say that there's a slight chance that I'll survive. They're training me right now, throwing almost every single situation in my face and teaching me different spells and incantations that'll help me. There's a chance, all right, but not a big one," Harry said.
Those last words he said echoed in Hermione's mind. "There's a chance, all right, but not a big one." Harry's solemn voice repeated those words again and again.
"No. You'll survive. I know you will, Harry. You're a great wizard, Harry, and you can get through anything!" She almost didn't believe herself. Almost all of her brain was screaming out, "LIES! LIES!" But there was still that small part of her mind that still said, even though it was small, "No, Harry'll live. He's the boy who lived, and you never forget that."
Hermione chose to believe the smaller part.
1 Rest your eyes, there's nothing to fear
The dangers gone
Who couldn't say your wonderful
Who couldn't love you
I'll hold you gently
Savor our moments together
But who couldn't say your wonderful
Who couldn't love you?
Hermione was back. The song..it was different this time. The words were different at the end, and they were getting dimmer as she walked on. She looked at her surroundings. The whole forest seemed alive, and more real. It was strangely vivid for a dream. She walked along, and as she walked she felt twigs and sticks poke into the fleshy underside of her feet. It hurt. "Strange, your not supposed to feel in dreams!" she said to herself. She looked down, and noticed that she was in muggle clothes. Her jeans were torn and ripped at the seams, and she had a big slash across one thigh. She realized that she was bleeding.blood was soaking up the fabric of her jeans below the slash. She didn't feel any pain on her leg or anything.just her feet. She heard a stick crack, as though somebody stepped on it. She whirled around, her heart pounding.
"Who's there?" she asked the darkness.
"Hermione?"
"Harry!" she recognized the all too familiar voice. She ran towards where the voice sounded from. She heard Harry running to, she could hear his heavy breathing. She saw his dim figure in the darkness. She ran even harder, because she wanted nothing more than to feel his arms wrap around her, to feel his lips on hers. She was getting closer.closer.
"EXPANDIMENTIEM!" A deep voice roared somewhere to Hermione's left side. She reached out and brushed Harry's fingers, then once again, felt the falling sensation once more. She bolted up in her bed, sweat covering her body. She felt somebody touch her hand, and she screamed.
"Shh! Hermione, it's me! You'll wake everybody else if you keep screaming like that!" Harry's soothing voice cut through the thick darkness. He climbed into the bed with her, pulling the red curtains shut so nobody else could hear them. He took out his wand and muttered, "Lumos." A prinpick of light shone on Harry's face. His brillant green eyes were shining with fear.
"Did you have that dream too?"
THE END! (well, you know what I mean)