Disclaimer:I don't own them. Just Peg and Destiny.
A/N I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I really got on a roll with TLAML. I don't know what I should do with this story. I know how it will end, but how it will get there is another matter entirely.
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Chapter 7-Christmas
The next morning, Peg woke to the sound of excited whispering. It took her a minute to figure out where she was, but then the night's events came back to her. Despite having talked to Destiny until nearly three in the morning, she was fully energized. She suddenly remembered why she had been talking so long.
"Oh Gawd," Peg moaned. "Why me? What have I done to deserve this? I've been a good person."
"Somehow, I seriously doubt that," said the voice of Hermione scornfully.
"What, now you're gonna get on my case to?" Peg snapped.
"Yes, I am," Hermione answered shortly. "You had no right to do that last night. Harry is my boyfriend. You should've realized that he wouldn't wait for you."
"I know that!"
"See, that's you problem: you never-"
"Hey!" barked Peg. "You have only known me for ten hours! You cannot say anything about me including the words always and never. You know nothing about me."
"I know that you speak Parseltongue, that you somehow know the Weasleys, and that you are a slut." snarled Hermione.
Peg snapped. "If you value your life, you will run. I'm giving you to the count of one. One." She took off after Hermione, who shrieked and ran out of the room, down the stairs, and across the common room, gaining stares from those celebrating Christmas early, both for their rediculous behavior, and for the barely-there PJs which they were still wearing. "I'm going to kill you!" screamed Peg, as she sprinted the last few metres to the stairs that led to the boys' dormitories.
"HARRY!!!" screamed Hermione, as she bolted up the stairs.
The door banged open, and Harry's head stuck out. He took three seconds to take in the sight and pulled Hermione into the room, slammed the door, spun around to hold it shut and yelled, "Ron, I'm gonna need some serious help in like, two seconds!"
Ron raced over and helped Harry hold the door shut. Just as they got Hermione to the other side of the room, A huge slam was felt against their backs.
"Harold James Potter!!!" screamed Peg wildly from the other side of the door. "Let me in there so I can kill that sorry little-"
"Margeret!" shouted Harry. "What did she do?!" His only answer was another slam on the door as Peg's shoulder came into contact with it. "What did you do?" he then said, turning to Hermione. "God, the last time she did this, Dudley called her a-Oh no." he groaned. "Did you call her a slut?"
"Uh....maybe?" said Hermione weakly. "Is that a bad thing? I don't see what the big deal is."
"Gee, I don't know," started Harry sarcastically. "She comes to school in the middle of the night, discovers that I'm in love-uuh!" He had to stop for a second as the side of the door banged into his hip, and Peg burst into the room.
"Lemme at her!" she said fiercely. "I'm gonna kill that little-Harry! Are you alright?"
Harry was on the floor where he had fallen when the door had attacked him. "Oh yeah," he said in a high voice, "I'm fine. But I don't think I'm ever going to have children."
"Harry! I'm so sorry!" she rounded on Hermione. "You! This is all your fault!"
"Me?!" squeaked Hermionme indignantly. "You're the one that knocked the door down! I never touched him!"
"I didn't knocked the door down, I kicked it open! And I didn't touch him either. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that you need to prepare yourself for death."
"She didn't mean anything by it Peggy," said Harry, hanging onto his bed for support. "She doesn't know you. She can't possibly know your history. Mione wasn't trying to hurt you."
"Yeah, like Dudley didn't mean to hurt me?"
"That was different, Peg. He wanted you to love him. He never actually called you that. He just said that you weren't a virgin."
"I was in the fourth grade!!!!!!!" shrieked Peg. "That's a really big thing in the fourth grade. I didn't even have boobs!"
"Who says you do now?" muttered Hermione. Ron snorted.
Harry groaned. "What did you say?" whispered Peg in a very dangerous voice.
"Nothing," said Hermione in an innocent voice.
"Yes you did," snarled Peg. "You filthy little Mudblood."
"HEY!" barked Harry. "You will never, *never* call her that again if you want to keep your ears attached to your head. I've heard enough. Hermione, I will explain why this is such a big deal later. You need to apoligize now."
"I'm sorry," said Hermione quietly.
"Yeah right," said Peg derisively.
"I am!" shouted Hermione.
"Peg," said Harry calmly, breaking up the arguement. "please apoligize to Hermione."
"Sorry," said Peg snidely.
"It's OK," said Hermione quietly.
"That's better," said Harry, stepping between them. "Now, how about you go to your dorm and work this out. Then put on your robes or clothes or whatever, and come back here so we can finish our party."
"I am sorry," muttered Hermione as they walked down the steps together.
"It's OK," said Peg lightly. "I've never really been a morning person. I didn't mean to snap at you."
"But I shouldn't've have said that," argued Hermione. "You're right, I don't know you. I had no right to say those things. Lavender and Parvati told me not to trust you, because of the way you were dressed. They said that if you would show that much skin in front of a room full of hormonal teenage boys, you would have no qualms about trying to steal Harry from me."
"Believe me," said Peg smiling slightly. "I have no interest in Harry romantically. I never have. We were just best friend that-that...had no other friends. We used to talk about finding true love and things like that. We couldn't be friendly in public, because Dudley would've hurt Harry for daring to have me for a friend. We had to pretend that we were only acquaintences. Then we decided that we didn't want to be alone anymore. We started a secret affair, I suppose you could call it. We were just friend that were trying to be more."
"Why would Dudley have hurt Harry for being your friend?" asked Hermione as they began to get dressed. Lavender and Parvati had already finished and were in the bathroom with the door locked. They never let anyone see them before they had their hair dried. The whir of two hair dryers could be heard through the locked door.
"Because I wouldn't be his friend," answered Peg. "He's had a crush on me as long as I can remember. I just, didn't like him. He was always so mean to the younger kids and people that were different, like Harry and I."
"Why were you different?"
"Because I fought against him," explained Peg. "He hated me, and lusted after my body at the same time. I actually hit him a few times. Destiny was not happy about that."
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Oh, well," said Peg, flushing slightly. "She sorta, brought me up."
"What?" asked Hermione curiously. "How can she've brought you up? I mean, isn't she Harry's mom? Why didn't she help him? Not that you don't deserve it or anything. And how on Earth could she have taken care of you?! She's a spirit, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is a spirit, as you say, but..." said Peg slowly. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain. Destiny is a spirit, but...only on this plane."
"This plain?" asked Hermione, clearly confused. "In case you haven't noticed, Hogwarts isn't exactly on a plain. It's completely-"
"Surrounded by mountains, I know," inturrupted Peg. "But that's not the kind of plane I was talking about. I mean a plane. P-L-A-N-E. This is the Phys. Plane, well, you'd call it the world of the living. I live in the Spi. Plane. The Afterlife. The Elisium. Heaven, Hell, Tartarus. Whatever you want to call it. The world of the non-living."
"So you're...a ghost?" asked Hermione, beginning to sound frightened now.
"Oh Heavens, no!" said Peg. "No pun intended," she added as an afterthought. "No, you see, in the Spi. Plane, Destiny is a solid person. She is as real to me as she was to Harry. But when she comes to this plane, her body is incompatable, because one copy of it is already here, in the Godric's Hollow Cemetery. So only her inner self can be contained here. It's so hard to explain. Maybe you could ask her to help you understand it. I'm sure she can explain it much better than I can."
"OK."
"Well, I suppose we should get back down before they mark us both as dead."
Hermione giggled. "I sp'ose so."
Hermione Granger and Margeret Evans walked down the stairs together, talking and giggling like long-lost buddies. It was this friend ship that saved them and the world only two years
later.
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A/N I am so sorry that this took so long to get up. I've been working mainly on TLAML. It's almost done! Whoo-hoo! TLAML, that is. This trilogy is far from over, and I garauntee a nice, bumpy ride along the way...
Thanks to:
E. C. R. Potter-OK, I'm not sure where or when exactly you said that, but I may have put in the wrong author name. Sorry about that.
HarryHermione4ever-You are very confused. OK, in order: Peg is not dead, she is fully alive. Destiny is the reincarnation of Harry's mom, SHE'S the dead one, and the only one so far.... The reason that she and Harry can't be together will become apparant in either the next chapter, or the one after that. Hermione isn't going to be sacrificed for anyone. I cannot explain more fully without blowing the ending. I'm afraid you'll just hafta read the rest of it. If Harry and Hermione's love is the purest of all loves, than Hermione will not die. If, however, they do not truly love one another, she will die. If you need this to make more sense, then a good fic to start with would be 'Snow' by Fae Princess.
bookworm4ever-This fic may not end up as being very fluffy, but I SWEAR I will try my best to make it chock full of fluffy goodness!
The Mystic Soa-I really like your name, what does it mean? I'm very honoured to be on your fav list, and I hope this chapter will keep me there.
Maiden of Gryffindor-For the last time, HERMIONE WILL NOT DIE TIL THE END, THEN SHE WILL COME BACK TO LIFE. Sorry for yelling. I hope I didn't hurt your ears.
lauriena-Ah, my faithful beta reader. So, what do you think? Should I scrap it? I personally think it's a piece'a crap, but, OK, whatever.
A/N I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I really got on a roll with TLAML. I don't know what I should do with this story. I know how it will end, but how it will get there is another matter entirely.
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Chapter 7-Christmas
The next morning, Peg woke to the sound of excited whispering. It took her a minute to figure out where she was, but then the night's events came back to her. Despite having talked to Destiny until nearly three in the morning, she was fully energized. She suddenly remembered why she had been talking so long.
"Oh Gawd," Peg moaned. "Why me? What have I done to deserve this? I've been a good person."
"Somehow, I seriously doubt that," said the voice of Hermione scornfully.
"What, now you're gonna get on my case to?" Peg snapped.
"Yes, I am," Hermione answered shortly. "You had no right to do that last night. Harry is my boyfriend. You should've realized that he wouldn't wait for you."
"I know that!"
"See, that's you problem: you never-"
"Hey!" barked Peg. "You have only known me for ten hours! You cannot say anything about me including the words always and never. You know nothing about me."
"I know that you speak Parseltongue, that you somehow know the Weasleys, and that you are a slut." snarled Hermione.
Peg snapped. "If you value your life, you will run. I'm giving you to the count of one. One." She took off after Hermione, who shrieked and ran out of the room, down the stairs, and across the common room, gaining stares from those celebrating Christmas early, both for their rediculous behavior, and for the barely-there PJs which they were still wearing. "I'm going to kill you!" screamed Peg, as she sprinted the last few metres to the stairs that led to the boys' dormitories.
"HARRY!!!" screamed Hermione, as she bolted up the stairs.
The door banged open, and Harry's head stuck out. He took three seconds to take in the sight and pulled Hermione into the room, slammed the door, spun around to hold it shut and yelled, "Ron, I'm gonna need some serious help in like, two seconds!"
Ron raced over and helped Harry hold the door shut. Just as they got Hermione to the other side of the room, A huge slam was felt against their backs.
"Harold James Potter!!!" screamed Peg wildly from the other side of the door. "Let me in there so I can kill that sorry little-"
"Margeret!" shouted Harry. "What did she do?!" His only answer was another slam on the door as Peg's shoulder came into contact with it. "What did you do?" he then said, turning to Hermione. "God, the last time she did this, Dudley called her a-Oh no." he groaned. "Did you call her a slut?"
"Uh....maybe?" said Hermione weakly. "Is that a bad thing? I don't see what the big deal is."
"Gee, I don't know," started Harry sarcastically. "She comes to school in the middle of the night, discovers that I'm in love-uuh!" He had to stop for a second as the side of the door banged into his hip, and Peg burst into the room.
"Lemme at her!" she said fiercely. "I'm gonna kill that little-Harry! Are you alright?"
Harry was on the floor where he had fallen when the door had attacked him. "Oh yeah," he said in a high voice, "I'm fine. But I don't think I'm ever going to have children."
"Harry! I'm so sorry!" she rounded on Hermione. "You! This is all your fault!"
"Me?!" squeaked Hermionme indignantly. "You're the one that knocked the door down! I never touched him!"
"I didn't knocked the door down, I kicked it open! And I didn't touch him either. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that you need to prepare yourself for death."
"She didn't mean anything by it Peggy," said Harry, hanging onto his bed for support. "She doesn't know you. She can't possibly know your history. Mione wasn't trying to hurt you."
"Yeah, like Dudley didn't mean to hurt me?"
"That was different, Peg. He wanted you to love him. He never actually called you that. He just said that you weren't a virgin."
"I was in the fourth grade!!!!!!!" shrieked Peg. "That's a really big thing in the fourth grade. I didn't even have boobs!"
"Who says you do now?" muttered Hermione. Ron snorted.
Harry groaned. "What did you say?" whispered Peg in a very dangerous voice.
"Nothing," said Hermione in an innocent voice.
"Yes you did," snarled Peg. "You filthy little Mudblood."
"HEY!" barked Harry. "You will never, *never* call her that again if you want to keep your ears attached to your head. I've heard enough. Hermione, I will explain why this is such a big deal later. You need to apoligize now."
"I'm sorry," said Hermione quietly.
"Yeah right," said Peg derisively.
"I am!" shouted Hermione.
"Peg," said Harry calmly, breaking up the arguement. "please apoligize to Hermione."
"Sorry," said Peg snidely.
"It's OK," said Hermione quietly.
"That's better," said Harry, stepping between them. "Now, how about you go to your dorm and work this out. Then put on your robes or clothes or whatever, and come back here so we can finish our party."
"I am sorry," muttered Hermione as they walked down the steps together.
"It's OK," said Peg lightly. "I've never really been a morning person. I didn't mean to snap at you."
"But I shouldn't've have said that," argued Hermione. "You're right, I don't know you. I had no right to say those things. Lavender and Parvati told me not to trust you, because of the way you were dressed. They said that if you would show that much skin in front of a room full of hormonal teenage boys, you would have no qualms about trying to steal Harry from me."
"Believe me," said Peg smiling slightly. "I have no interest in Harry romantically. I never have. We were just best friend that-that...had no other friends. We used to talk about finding true love and things like that. We couldn't be friendly in public, because Dudley would've hurt Harry for daring to have me for a friend. We had to pretend that we were only acquaintences. Then we decided that we didn't want to be alone anymore. We started a secret affair, I suppose you could call it. We were just friend that were trying to be more."
"Why would Dudley have hurt Harry for being your friend?" asked Hermione as they began to get dressed. Lavender and Parvati had already finished and were in the bathroom with the door locked. They never let anyone see them before they had their hair dried. The whir of two hair dryers could be heard through the locked door.
"Because I wouldn't be his friend," answered Peg. "He's had a crush on me as long as I can remember. I just, didn't like him. He was always so mean to the younger kids and people that were different, like Harry and I."
"Why were you different?"
"Because I fought against him," explained Peg. "He hated me, and lusted after my body at the same time. I actually hit him a few times. Destiny was not happy about that."
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Oh, well," said Peg, flushing slightly. "She sorta, brought me up."
"What?" asked Hermione curiously. "How can she've brought you up? I mean, isn't she Harry's mom? Why didn't she help him? Not that you don't deserve it or anything. And how on Earth could she have taken care of you?! She's a spirit, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is a spirit, as you say, but..." said Peg slowly. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain. Destiny is a spirit, but...only on this plane."
"This plain?" asked Hermione, clearly confused. "In case you haven't noticed, Hogwarts isn't exactly on a plain. It's completely-"
"Surrounded by mountains, I know," inturrupted Peg. "But that's not the kind of plane I was talking about. I mean a plane. P-L-A-N-E. This is the Phys. Plane, well, you'd call it the world of the living. I live in the Spi. Plane. The Afterlife. The Elisium. Heaven, Hell, Tartarus. Whatever you want to call it. The world of the non-living."
"So you're...a ghost?" asked Hermione, beginning to sound frightened now.
"Oh Heavens, no!" said Peg. "No pun intended," she added as an afterthought. "No, you see, in the Spi. Plane, Destiny is a solid person. She is as real to me as she was to Harry. But when she comes to this plane, her body is incompatable, because one copy of it is already here, in the Godric's Hollow Cemetery. So only her inner self can be contained here. It's so hard to explain. Maybe you could ask her to help you understand it. I'm sure she can explain it much better than I can."
"OK."
"Well, I suppose we should get back down before they mark us both as dead."
Hermione giggled. "I sp'ose so."
Hermione Granger and Margeret Evans walked down the stairs together, talking and giggling like long-lost buddies. It was this friend ship that saved them and the world only two years
later.
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A/N I am so sorry that this took so long to get up. I've been working mainly on TLAML. It's almost done! Whoo-hoo! TLAML, that is. This trilogy is far from over, and I garauntee a nice, bumpy ride along the way...
Thanks to:
E. C. R. Potter-OK, I'm not sure where or when exactly you said that, but I may have put in the wrong author name. Sorry about that.
HarryHermione4ever-You are very confused. OK, in order: Peg is not dead, she is fully alive. Destiny is the reincarnation of Harry's mom, SHE'S the dead one, and the only one so far.... The reason that she and Harry can't be together will become apparant in either the next chapter, or the one after that. Hermione isn't going to be sacrificed for anyone. I cannot explain more fully without blowing the ending. I'm afraid you'll just hafta read the rest of it. If Harry and Hermione's love is the purest of all loves, than Hermione will not die. If, however, they do not truly love one another, she will die. If you need this to make more sense, then a good fic to start with would be 'Snow' by Fae Princess.
bookworm4ever-This fic may not end up as being very fluffy, but I SWEAR I will try my best to make it chock full of fluffy goodness!
The Mystic Soa-I really like your name, what does it mean? I'm very honoured to be on your fav list, and I hope this chapter will keep me there.
Maiden of Gryffindor-For the last time, HERMIONE WILL NOT DIE TIL THE END, THEN SHE WILL COME BACK TO LIFE. Sorry for yelling. I hope I didn't hurt your ears.
lauriena-Ah, my faithful beta reader. So, what do you think? Should I scrap it? I personally think it's a piece'a crap, but, OK, whatever.
