Lovers by Thought
By Father Hulk
OPENING WORDS: Hello, my children. What do you know! This old man, picked up sticks, and came up with another HP fic… with a knick-knack… oh I'm sorry. Senility is seeping in. ^_^ Anyway, these characters are not mine, nor are they property of the St. Eva Church. Please review after reading. Thank you!
The girl's voice spoke.
Are you as lonely as I am?
"Yes." Harry's brain replied. "I've never found a girl that interested me here."
I'm sure you are a perfect gentleman. If only I was there to meet you.
If Harry were conscious, tears would have formed in his eyes. "I'm sure we could have loved each other." He whispered.
Oh, Harry… I'm going to cry!
"Please don't, Laura, because I'll cry too."
Harry awoke suddenly, sweat on his face. He looked around, blinking a few times to make sure he was back at Hogwarts, then rolled over and went back to sleep.
Chapter 1
Snape's Advice
"Oy, Harry, you don't look well." Ron said as the sixth-years filed into the great hall for breakfast. "Been sleeping well?"
Harry forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, it's just that Fang has been making so much noise at night you can hear him all the way from our tower." He had never told a bigger lie in his life.
Ron seemed to buy this tale, but Hermione was a bit more suspicious.
"You're hiding something from us." She said, which by now, in their sixth year, was as plain as calling the grass green.
"No I'm not." Harry muttered. "Let's eat."
Their breakfast passed in silence, but Harry could not get the voice out of his head. The girl's voice—soft as silk—that had been speaking to him in his dreams almost every night.
Her name, from what she told him, was Laura, and she was very lonely. She lived alone with her mother in an isolated region of Britain, and never went to school or associated with anybody her own age. She was as old as Harry, but had never even had a boy so much as glance in her direction.
Harry couldn't help but feel the same way. He knew Hermione admired him for his bravery, but he didn't think she was really interested in him romantically.
All of his friends had matured a bit… Ron was no longer short and pudgy, but very tall and muscular. Hermione had grown also, in all the ways that girls do. (I really don't think I need to explain, do I? ---M.J.)
But this voice… it was like an angel… soft, clear, and sad. It was bewitching Harry… he couldn't stop thinking of it, and thinking that one day before he died, he HAD to meet her.
After struggling down what would normally be a delicious breakfast of bacon and eggs, Harry made his way to Potions.
After Draco Malfoy had been "dealt with" last year, (read my other HP story, Seduction in the Dungeon. ---M.J.) Professor Snape had somewhat eased up on his strictness and was being almost as nice as some of the other teachers. The Slytherins followed suit, because as they say, children emulate authority.
As a result, Potions was now a much more enjoyable class for everyone.
"Welcome, everyone." Said Snape as the students filed in. "Be seated."
Once everyone had done so, he explained the day's lesson.
"Today we will be learning how to create the Remembrance Potion, which basically reverses Memory Charms. This potion is the ONLY way to reverse a Memory Charm, and so it is good to know the recipe perfectly."
Hermione raised her hand. Snape, instead of shouting her hand right out of the air as he normally would, smiled and said, "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Isn't there a non-magic way to reverse a Memory Charm?"
Snape's eyes softened. "Yes. They say that when the positive feelings in a person's heart exceed the normal limit, the Memory Charm will dissipate on its own. However, nobody has ever accomplished this. Now, on with the lesson!"
After everybody's cauldron was steaming, which meant the potion SHOULD be done, Snape administered a few drops of Neville's potion to a test owl he had in the dungeon. However, Neville must not have done it right, because the Memory Charm didn't disappear, and instead the owl began chasing its tail.
Instead of ridiculing the boy, Snape clucked and gave Neville a B+. As I said, this was now a far more enjoyable class.
On the way out, Snape pulled Harry aside.
"You haven't been yourself these past few weeks, boy."
"You're right, sir."
"Would you care to talk about it?"
Harry smiled. Snape could be a very good counselor on occasion. "Sure."
After Harry was seated before Snape at his desk, he began to tell him about the voices in his head.
"Very interesting." Said Snape, pulling his beard. "My guess would be that you are wishing for a female companion, and thus your mind has manifested some sort of audio hallucination."
"But sir, it's so real! She tells me all about her history, about her mother, and how they were chased from their home and forced to live alone…"
Snape narrowed his eyebrows. "Clearly rubbish." He said hastily. "As far as companionship, I'm surprised you haven't gotten together with Miss Granger by now."
Harry rolled his eyes. "She's too smart for me. I like her, and she's really pretty, but she's not my type."
"What about that Weasely girl?"
"No way. She's too into me."
Snape chuckled. "I used to wonder if that was possible."
"Trust me." Harry assured him.
"Well, give it time, and perhaps it will go away soon."
"Thank you, sir." said Harry as he left the dungeon. He slumped against the wall, lost in thought. Was it all a figment of his imagination? He swore he spoke to her… told her about himself, and she told him about herself… and they both knew that if they could be together, it would be something magnificent. But then again…
"Regain thy senses!" Snapped Sir Cadogan, who had been stationed outside the dungeon. "Keep thy head if thou wants to remain fit!"
"Thank you." Harry muttered, and he walked away quickly, pretending not to hear the knight's invitation to duel the next time they met.
"What did Snape want to talk to you about?" Hermione asked when he had caught up with them.
"Nothing. Come on, let's get to Divination." Refusing to tell them any more, Harry led the way towards Madam Trelawny's tower.