I've got two fics. I removed another two. Ron's twin and She's all that
are the ones I have left.
Anyways, if there are any people out there that might think that this fic may concern them, please read and review this.
Dreams and news
Someone was wise.
Someone told me so.
Someone died.
I was low.
I had a heart.
I had a mind.
I had a power within.
The Power showed signs.
The Power was strong.
The Power was unbreakable.
The Power was there.
Love is untouchable.
Love is pure.
Love is within.
My love was Hermione.
Deliver this message Merlin.
"Ron!"
Ron's roommate shook his head to reality.
"You got to get to bed."
The celebrity friend looked down at Ron with his green worried eyes.
"What about you?" asked Ron. He folded his paper.
"Ron, writing poems again aren't going to help you bring Hermione alive."
"She's not dead," said Ron shakily.
"She is. Accept it. I'm hurt too." He patted his friend on the shoulder, but Ron's angry arms pushed it away. "What's wrong with you Ron?"
Ron's eyes hardened. "I didn't tell her I loved her. She did tell me, but I didn't admit it. I'm such a coward."
Harry's eyes softened. "She knew it. She knew you were shy."
"No she didn't. If she did, she would expect me to admit it. She's gone. It's my fault she died without a boyfriend."
Ron woke with a start.
Tracing the vivid dream, he remembered why he had such a dream.
He felt guilty that he hadn't told Hermione his feelings. He was scared she was ask why he never told her, or she will never see him the same way again.
He just didn't want their friendship ruined.
And Harry's.
What is Harry liked her?
It was the summer before Ron's fifth year at Hogwarts, in which his brothers teased him about being a prefect. Fred and George made sure that either of them would never make it to be prefects, as they thought best of their prankster business. Harry was coming tomorrow, so he could talk to him about it.
But Harry wouldn't understand what Ron was going through.
Ron thought at this. Harry would have felt how he felt once.
Guilty that Cedric was dead, and Harry couldn't do anything.
Harry was feeling very guilty.
But Ron saw that Harry was a great and brave best friend. He was glad he was his best friend, not just because he's a celebrity or hero.
It was his friendship that kept Ron going.
~~~~~
Harry woke up with a start.
As The Boy Who Lived fingered his scar, he went over his dark dream.
Voldemort was involved, and he was with Snape.
So that's what Snape did.
He went to spy.
He remembered Snape's words. "My allegiance and loyalty is to you."
"Excellent," hissed Voldemort. "Young Wormtail shall suffer the consequences."
Wormtail's eyes went watery. "M-Master . . ."
"Enough said Pettigrew," hissed Voldemort. "Let the dark mark scar you. You are no longer in my service. Now go into that world, and if you still bring Harry Potter to me I will still kill you." Voldemort's mouth widened into an evil smile. "Nothing will let you come back into the service. If you try any way to rejoin, we shall kill you in a slow death. By living death." Voldemort clicked his fingers. "Now off with you, you are no use to anyone and everyone. Especially me and that mudblood loving fool, Dumbledore."
Pettigrew's silver hand disappeared, and a human one was replaced.
"Go," said Voldemort, raising his wand. "Flee to Hogwarts for all I care. You know nothing."
Pettigrew fled, in his rat form.
"Now Severus. We have work to do." Voldemort swung his cloak, in which Harry's dream came to an ending.
Still sitting up on his bed, he fingered his blood red scar that he had carried for 14 years.
Almost 14 years in fact, as it was his birthday today. It was 15 years since he was born.
He slid his round glasses on, and looked around his room. His dear godfather was sitting there, just apparated from where he was originally.
Sirius put a finger of his mouth, showing Harry to be quiet. He walked over to Harry's bed. "Look at this," he whispered.
Pettigrew found
Sirius Black, known to be a death eater and master of dark arts has been released. He may go about as freely as he wants as Peter Pettigrew has been found, telling his story on how he got away from the dark lord under the conscience of a truth potion.
Sirius, who is his godfather, will visit Harry Potter, a wizard who is turning 15 today. Harry will be given the choice to live with his relatives or Sirius. Knowing how the Dursleys are, and what some research as told us about them, Harry would pick Sirius.
Harry smiled. "This has got to be fake,"
Sirius grinned sheepishly and rubbed his newly shaved chin. "No, even though it is very easy to make a copy, knowing me to be the right hand man to a prankster."
"My dad?" asked Harry, seeing Sirius' nod. "Well, it's about seven now, so the Dursleys should be waking up."
"HARRY! WAKE UP POTTER OR YOU'LL BE LOCKED IN THE CUPBOARD TIL CHRISTMAS!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Not if my godfather's here," he called back.
"WHAT?" Vernon Dursley's purple face was seen at the door.
"Hello Vernon. Remember me?"
"Hell do I remember you. James Potter's filthy sidekick."
"Filthy wizard sidekick?" said Sirius, stretching a grin with a slight of evil in it.
Vernon's head suddenly turned raspberry. "Er,"
"Well, I have been released so I'm here to take Harry," he said, seeing Vernon's face.
Dudley turned up at the door, and ran away screaming like a girl. "SIRIUS BLACK! SIRIUS BLACK! MUMMY!"
Harry burst into laughter, ignoring his uncle's stare. "Doesn't everyone say that?" he said. "Just missing the mummy part."
"Yeah, I'm Sirius Black all right," said Sirius, who walked over to the raspberry faced man, and held his hand for him to shake it.
Vernon didn't take it, and stood rigid petrified. "Sirius Black?" he said hoarsely.
"Wondering why they were so persistent to find me? Now you know." He sat back down on Harry's chair.
Harry was still on his bed, smiling as Hermes hung around his window.
"Hermes," said Harry rolling his eyes. Hermes came in, bringing a parcel feebly.
Harry, Happy Birthday! Didn't think I'd forget did you?
Harry forgot. Ron had attached this to Hermes, who was now sitting on Hedwig's cage getting water. Hedwig welcomed Hermes.
Vernon stared at the strange post, expecting the postman to bring it. Sirius took it as normal, as if it was a phone call.
"You'd think that they didn't post it this time," said Harry. "They wanted to use the normal way." Vernon walked slowly downstairs. There, Petunia was hugging her son to calm down.
"Lovely bunch, crying and shouting every morning," said Sirius, raising his eyebrows. "So what does Ron say?"
Harry read the letter out aloud.
Hermione and I are prefects. I heard what she had to say.
I know you're coming today, and as Sirius told me he was going to visit you the morning before, he is welcome to stay too, dog form if possible. Ginny loves dogs.
Ginny has been getting owls from Neville. She sends letters back, but she had no idea why he owled her in the first place, and she knows the reason why now. Knowing Neville, he might like her.
Sirius burst into laughter at this point.
Fred and George are inventing again, but more than usual. They gave me really nice dress robes for some reason, but they didn't say any comment on it. They said that they felt embarrassed that their own brother came in horrible dress robes, and as it is the Christmas Ball this year, they felt obliged to get me nice ones. They're like a nice purple colour, and it isn't maroon.
Dad's gone up in the ministry. Percy is moving out, thank god. Fred and George are moving out after Hogwarts, so we'll have more money, as there would be two people to educate rather than four. It'll be dead quiet though.
Charlie's been having fun. He's taking care of this Hungarian horntail, which is only a baby. He is only good to Charlie. It is a surprise it's behaving itself. He sets fire to other people, but the hut Charlie lives in hasn't caught fire yet. The dragon is called Blast, way better than Norbert, don't you think?
Bill's having his arguments about his hairstyle with mum. "Let me give it a trim" and "oh come on, a nice robe would be nice wouldn't it?" - Bill's really not happy. He likes him as the way he is, and he's cool that way.
There's someone to see you at the house, apart from the family and Hermione.
All yes, that reminds me. I need to chat to you about something.
Anyways, see you at the house, and these cakes might get you going,
Ron
Harry looked up.
"Caldron cakes. Thanks a lot Ron." Harry smiled happily as he opened the box, which was feather light thanks to magic.
Lying to the table, there was a letter from Hogwarts. Hermes saw that Harry was finished with the letter, and flew off with a barn owl.
Dear Mr Potter, You have been happily made a prefect. This letter will have a badge attached, and the list for your school supplies.
And congratulations on having your godfather staying with you. He will be will you for us long as he can during the summer, which you will move into his house.
Professor Dumbledore.
"Prefect?" said Sirius. "When James was made a prefect along with me, we were disappointed. We wanted our prankster days to go on. So, we handed it to Bill Weasley when we left school. He wasn't as good as us mind you. No boasting."
~~~~~
Hermione did not wake up with a start.
She woke up refreshed. I'm going to see Ron and Harry today, she thought.
Her words traced over the first name, Ron . . .
She shook her head.
After what happened last year at the Yule Ball, she knew that he wouldn't want to go out with her after all. He didn't have feelings for her. As she thought.
And she had feelings for her, troubled by Hermione's confidence to tell Ron.
But what if Harry liked her? Everything would be different. But she didn't think Ron liked her, so it showed no difference.
She took off her covers, finding Crookshanks was playing in the garden, chasing after butterflies. Hermione slid her wand in her pocket.
Knowing these times were dark times, she had her wand wherever she went, knowing she'd be in danger.
She was Harry's friend.
She didn't blame Harry for this. She would be at Harry's side at all times, no matter what. He didn't want Hermione in danger. Neither did he want Ron in danger.
But was Ron as protective over Hermione as he was to Ginny?
Hermione looked herself in her mirror, and brushed her once bushy hair back. It was sleek and straight after using sleekeazy's everyday. It seemed that her hair could be straight for weeks by five sprays. She only used one spray for that evening of the ball.
And she traced over the horrible thoughts of the Yule Ball.
Her boyfriend, Viktor Krum, had broken up with her in the summer. They wanted to do it for ages, but couldn't tell it to each other, Viktor with Quidditch, Hermione with school, and the age difference seemed to get in the way of their relationship, and so they wanted to be friends.
Of course, Hermione told Harry and Ron.
But Ron didn't seem as disappointed as she thought he would be.
She put on a pair of jeans, in which she set off to the garden to work. They were almost the thing she always wanted wear. They were worn, and extremely comfortable. Her other jeans were for more casual times, as it had many decorations on it. Those were the ones she loved to wear.
And they were pretty new, so she wanted to dazzle the people at Hogwarts.
Taking her cat out of the way for where she wanted to plant a rose, she dug the earth with a small spade. She planted a pretty rose and muttered 'it was nice for Viktor to give this to me'.
But then she remembered something.
Krum didn't give it to her.
She wished that he did though.
Ron did, which made her wish less. He blushed as he gave it to her at the beginning of the summer holidays, saying that it would be nice if she had it in her garden. Harry was with Ginny around the front, not knowing this.
Now the foursome was going to meet at Ron's.
Hermione sat down once she was finished, taking a sip of her early orange juice.
Anyways, if there are any people out there that might think that this fic may concern them, please read and review this.
Dreams and news
Someone was wise.
Someone told me so.
Someone died.
I was low.
I had a heart.
I had a mind.
I had a power within.
The Power showed signs.
The Power was strong.
The Power was unbreakable.
The Power was there.
Love is untouchable.
Love is pure.
Love is within.
My love was Hermione.
Deliver this message Merlin.
"Ron!"
Ron's roommate shook his head to reality.
"You got to get to bed."
The celebrity friend looked down at Ron with his green worried eyes.
"What about you?" asked Ron. He folded his paper.
"Ron, writing poems again aren't going to help you bring Hermione alive."
"She's not dead," said Ron shakily.
"She is. Accept it. I'm hurt too." He patted his friend on the shoulder, but Ron's angry arms pushed it away. "What's wrong with you Ron?"
Ron's eyes hardened. "I didn't tell her I loved her. She did tell me, but I didn't admit it. I'm such a coward."
Harry's eyes softened. "She knew it. She knew you were shy."
"No she didn't. If she did, she would expect me to admit it. She's gone. It's my fault she died without a boyfriend."
Ron woke with a start.
Tracing the vivid dream, he remembered why he had such a dream.
He felt guilty that he hadn't told Hermione his feelings. He was scared she was ask why he never told her, or she will never see him the same way again.
He just didn't want their friendship ruined.
And Harry's.
What is Harry liked her?
It was the summer before Ron's fifth year at Hogwarts, in which his brothers teased him about being a prefect. Fred and George made sure that either of them would never make it to be prefects, as they thought best of their prankster business. Harry was coming tomorrow, so he could talk to him about it.
But Harry wouldn't understand what Ron was going through.
Ron thought at this. Harry would have felt how he felt once.
Guilty that Cedric was dead, and Harry couldn't do anything.
Harry was feeling very guilty.
But Ron saw that Harry was a great and brave best friend. He was glad he was his best friend, not just because he's a celebrity or hero.
It was his friendship that kept Ron going.
~~~~~
Harry woke up with a start.
As The Boy Who Lived fingered his scar, he went over his dark dream.
Voldemort was involved, and he was with Snape.
So that's what Snape did.
He went to spy.
He remembered Snape's words. "My allegiance and loyalty is to you."
"Excellent," hissed Voldemort. "Young Wormtail shall suffer the consequences."
Wormtail's eyes went watery. "M-Master . . ."
"Enough said Pettigrew," hissed Voldemort. "Let the dark mark scar you. You are no longer in my service. Now go into that world, and if you still bring Harry Potter to me I will still kill you." Voldemort's mouth widened into an evil smile. "Nothing will let you come back into the service. If you try any way to rejoin, we shall kill you in a slow death. By living death." Voldemort clicked his fingers. "Now off with you, you are no use to anyone and everyone. Especially me and that mudblood loving fool, Dumbledore."
Pettigrew's silver hand disappeared, and a human one was replaced.
"Go," said Voldemort, raising his wand. "Flee to Hogwarts for all I care. You know nothing."
Pettigrew fled, in his rat form.
"Now Severus. We have work to do." Voldemort swung his cloak, in which Harry's dream came to an ending.
Still sitting up on his bed, he fingered his blood red scar that he had carried for 14 years.
Almost 14 years in fact, as it was his birthday today. It was 15 years since he was born.
He slid his round glasses on, and looked around his room. His dear godfather was sitting there, just apparated from where he was originally.
Sirius put a finger of his mouth, showing Harry to be quiet. He walked over to Harry's bed. "Look at this," he whispered.
Pettigrew found
Sirius Black, known to be a death eater and master of dark arts has been released. He may go about as freely as he wants as Peter Pettigrew has been found, telling his story on how he got away from the dark lord under the conscience of a truth potion.
Sirius, who is his godfather, will visit Harry Potter, a wizard who is turning 15 today. Harry will be given the choice to live with his relatives or Sirius. Knowing how the Dursleys are, and what some research as told us about them, Harry would pick Sirius.
Harry smiled. "This has got to be fake,"
Sirius grinned sheepishly and rubbed his newly shaved chin. "No, even though it is very easy to make a copy, knowing me to be the right hand man to a prankster."
"My dad?" asked Harry, seeing Sirius' nod. "Well, it's about seven now, so the Dursleys should be waking up."
"HARRY! WAKE UP POTTER OR YOU'LL BE LOCKED IN THE CUPBOARD TIL CHRISTMAS!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Not if my godfather's here," he called back.
"WHAT?" Vernon Dursley's purple face was seen at the door.
"Hello Vernon. Remember me?"
"Hell do I remember you. James Potter's filthy sidekick."
"Filthy wizard sidekick?" said Sirius, stretching a grin with a slight of evil in it.
Vernon's head suddenly turned raspberry. "Er,"
"Well, I have been released so I'm here to take Harry," he said, seeing Vernon's face.
Dudley turned up at the door, and ran away screaming like a girl. "SIRIUS BLACK! SIRIUS BLACK! MUMMY!"
Harry burst into laughter, ignoring his uncle's stare. "Doesn't everyone say that?" he said. "Just missing the mummy part."
"Yeah, I'm Sirius Black all right," said Sirius, who walked over to the raspberry faced man, and held his hand for him to shake it.
Vernon didn't take it, and stood rigid petrified. "Sirius Black?" he said hoarsely.
"Wondering why they were so persistent to find me? Now you know." He sat back down on Harry's chair.
Harry was still on his bed, smiling as Hermes hung around his window.
"Hermes," said Harry rolling his eyes. Hermes came in, bringing a parcel feebly.
Harry, Happy Birthday! Didn't think I'd forget did you?
Harry forgot. Ron had attached this to Hermes, who was now sitting on Hedwig's cage getting water. Hedwig welcomed Hermes.
Vernon stared at the strange post, expecting the postman to bring it. Sirius took it as normal, as if it was a phone call.
"You'd think that they didn't post it this time," said Harry. "They wanted to use the normal way." Vernon walked slowly downstairs. There, Petunia was hugging her son to calm down.
"Lovely bunch, crying and shouting every morning," said Sirius, raising his eyebrows. "So what does Ron say?"
Harry read the letter out aloud.
Hermione and I are prefects. I heard what she had to say.
I know you're coming today, and as Sirius told me he was going to visit you the morning before, he is welcome to stay too, dog form if possible. Ginny loves dogs.
Ginny has been getting owls from Neville. She sends letters back, but she had no idea why he owled her in the first place, and she knows the reason why now. Knowing Neville, he might like her.
Sirius burst into laughter at this point.
Fred and George are inventing again, but more than usual. They gave me really nice dress robes for some reason, but they didn't say any comment on it. They said that they felt embarrassed that their own brother came in horrible dress robes, and as it is the Christmas Ball this year, they felt obliged to get me nice ones. They're like a nice purple colour, and it isn't maroon.
Dad's gone up in the ministry. Percy is moving out, thank god. Fred and George are moving out after Hogwarts, so we'll have more money, as there would be two people to educate rather than four. It'll be dead quiet though.
Charlie's been having fun. He's taking care of this Hungarian horntail, which is only a baby. He is only good to Charlie. It is a surprise it's behaving itself. He sets fire to other people, but the hut Charlie lives in hasn't caught fire yet. The dragon is called Blast, way better than Norbert, don't you think?
Bill's having his arguments about his hairstyle with mum. "Let me give it a trim" and "oh come on, a nice robe would be nice wouldn't it?" - Bill's really not happy. He likes him as the way he is, and he's cool that way.
There's someone to see you at the house, apart from the family and Hermione.
All yes, that reminds me. I need to chat to you about something.
Anyways, see you at the house, and these cakes might get you going,
Ron
Harry looked up.
"Caldron cakes. Thanks a lot Ron." Harry smiled happily as he opened the box, which was feather light thanks to magic.
Lying to the table, there was a letter from Hogwarts. Hermes saw that Harry was finished with the letter, and flew off with a barn owl.
Dear Mr Potter, You have been happily made a prefect. This letter will have a badge attached, and the list for your school supplies.
And congratulations on having your godfather staying with you. He will be will you for us long as he can during the summer, which you will move into his house.
Professor Dumbledore.
"Prefect?" said Sirius. "When James was made a prefect along with me, we were disappointed. We wanted our prankster days to go on. So, we handed it to Bill Weasley when we left school. He wasn't as good as us mind you. No boasting."
~~~~~
Hermione did not wake up with a start.
She woke up refreshed. I'm going to see Ron and Harry today, she thought.
Her words traced over the first name, Ron . . .
She shook her head.
After what happened last year at the Yule Ball, she knew that he wouldn't want to go out with her after all. He didn't have feelings for her. As she thought.
And she had feelings for her, troubled by Hermione's confidence to tell Ron.
But what if Harry liked her? Everything would be different. But she didn't think Ron liked her, so it showed no difference.
She took off her covers, finding Crookshanks was playing in the garden, chasing after butterflies. Hermione slid her wand in her pocket.
Knowing these times were dark times, she had her wand wherever she went, knowing she'd be in danger.
She was Harry's friend.
She didn't blame Harry for this. She would be at Harry's side at all times, no matter what. He didn't want Hermione in danger. Neither did he want Ron in danger.
But was Ron as protective over Hermione as he was to Ginny?
Hermione looked herself in her mirror, and brushed her once bushy hair back. It was sleek and straight after using sleekeazy's everyday. It seemed that her hair could be straight for weeks by five sprays. She only used one spray for that evening of the ball.
And she traced over the horrible thoughts of the Yule Ball.
Her boyfriend, Viktor Krum, had broken up with her in the summer. They wanted to do it for ages, but couldn't tell it to each other, Viktor with Quidditch, Hermione with school, and the age difference seemed to get in the way of their relationship, and so they wanted to be friends.
Of course, Hermione told Harry and Ron.
But Ron didn't seem as disappointed as she thought he would be.
She put on a pair of jeans, in which she set off to the garden to work. They were almost the thing she always wanted wear. They were worn, and extremely comfortable. Her other jeans were for more casual times, as it had many decorations on it. Those were the ones she loved to wear.
And they were pretty new, so she wanted to dazzle the people at Hogwarts.
Taking her cat out of the way for where she wanted to plant a rose, she dug the earth with a small spade. She planted a pretty rose and muttered 'it was nice for Viktor to give this to me'.
But then she remembered something.
Krum didn't give it to her.
She wished that he did though.
Ron did, which made her wish less. He blushed as he gave it to her at the beginning of the summer holidays, saying that it would be nice if she had it in her garden. Harry was with Ginny around the front, not knowing this.
Now the foursome was going to meet at Ron's.
Hermione sat down once she was finished, taking a sip of her early orange juice.