)Hi! I say CoS yesterday and it was really cool and I liked it a lot and
it was really fun and the spiders were so cool, and and and.
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Sorry bout that. I passed out from lack of oxygen. Anyway, dis is de seventh chapter of my story, and it will probably be the last. If you like it enough, I may write some sort of sequel.
Heh heh heh.
By the way, the song in the last story was written by me.
))Disclaimer: JK owns everything. I own nothing. *Sob* Are you happy now? *Runs away and cries in a corner.*
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"Harry? Harry, please wake up. We all need you. Ron is.Ron's a mess. He keeps thinks he was too late, too late to." the voice stopped, and Harry could hear sobbing.
Harry finally realized who was talking to him. Hermione. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at her. Her head was on his bed, and her unruly hair covered her face entirely.
" 'Mione?" Harry said, his voice cracked.
She suddenly stopped crying, and looked slowly up at him, her eyes red and puffy. It looked like she had been crying a lot.
"I'm sorry I went away." Harry said quietly.
Hermione stared at him, hardly daring to believe her eyes.
"Uh, are you ok?" Harry asked.
"Am I." she repeated. "Oh Harry!" she cried, and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "We thought you were going to die."
"Ack." Harry said.
"Oh, sorry bout that." She said, and let go of him.
"It's so good to see you." She said. "Well, go to see you conscious."
"How long have I been out?" Harry asked.
"It's been three days since Ron found you." She said, then looked away. "Why did you want to go away, Harry? Why did you want to leave us?"
"I never did." Harry said. "Cho's death really messed me up. I thought the world would be better off without me." He glanced upward. "But apparently things would have been a lot worse."
Hermione looked at him oddly, but said nothing. The she jumped up. "I've got to go tell Ron!" she said, and started to walked out.
"Hermione!" Harry called. She turned. "Don't take too long." He said, a mischievous look in his eye.
Hermione blushed, then smiled. "Got it." She said, and walked out the door.
Harry leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes briefly.
"Harry?" he heard a quiet voice say. Harry opened his eyes. Dumbledore was stting in a chair next to Harry's bed. The Headmaster's eyes still had that familiar sparkle, but there was a sadness about him that Harry couldn't throw.
"I'm back." Harry said.
Dumbledore smiled. "I think you needed a break. And a change in perspective."
"Sir, while I was asleep. Cho Chang spoke to me. She told me that I was the hope of the world. Is that true?"
"Harry, I don't know. But most of the wizarding world looks up to you as our last hope. You are the only one to survive the killing curse." Dumbledore stood. "I think I should take my leave now. I know Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Granger are coming to see you." Then he walked out.
A few minutes later, Ron and Hermione walked in. Ron didn't look very good. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he was very pale.
"Harry!" Ron cried, and some of his color returned. He ran forward and hugged Harry, realized he was hugging a GUY, and quickly pulled away. "I'm so glad you're ok."
"Ron, thank you for saving my life." Harry said. "If you hadn't saved me, I'd be dead. How did you get there in time?"
"Well." Hermione said, looking at the floor.
"We thought you would do something stupid, so Hermione charmed your bed to send us an alarm if you moved." Ron said very quickly.
"Hmm." Harry said. "I would be angry and indignant, but you guys did save my life."
Suddenly Madame Pomfrey appeared. "Out! This boy is in a very fragile condition! His blood count is still much too low. Out!"
Ron and Hermione dashed out waving to Harry as they caught each other's hands.
Harry settled back in his bed, sleep finally overtaking him. For the first time, he looked at his wrists. They were bandaged up, and Harry could tell he had stitches.
Never again, he thought as sleep overtook him. Never again.
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Yay! I think this will be the end of this story, unless you bitch and moan about it to me, and I'll make a sequel. Review!
Thump.
Sorry bout that. I passed out from lack of oxygen. Anyway, dis is de seventh chapter of my story, and it will probably be the last. If you like it enough, I may write some sort of sequel.
Heh heh heh.
By the way, the song in the last story was written by me.
))Disclaimer: JK owns everything. I own nothing. *Sob* Are you happy now? *Runs away and cries in a corner.*
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"Harry? Harry, please wake up. We all need you. Ron is.Ron's a mess. He keeps thinks he was too late, too late to." the voice stopped, and Harry could hear sobbing.
Harry finally realized who was talking to him. Hermione. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at her. Her head was on his bed, and her unruly hair covered her face entirely.
" 'Mione?" Harry said, his voice cracked.
She suddenly stopped crying, and looked slowly up at him, her eyes red and puffy. It looked like she had been crying a lot.
"I'm sorry I went away." Harry said quietly.
Hermione stared at him, hardly daring to believe her eyes.
"Uh, are you ok?" Harry asked.
"Am I." she repeated. "Oh Harry!" she cried, and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "We thought you were going to die."
"Ack." Harry said.
"Oh, sorry bout that." She said, and let go of him.
"It's so good to see you." She said. "Well, go to see you conscious."
"How long have I been out?" Harry asked.
"It's been three days since Ron found you." She said, then looked away. "Why did you want to go away, Harry? Why did you want to leave us?"
"I never did." Harry said. "Cho's death really messed me up. I thought the world would be better off without me." He glanced upward. "But apparently things would have been a lot worse."
Hermione looked at him oddly, but said nothing. The she jumped up. "I've got to go tell Ron!" she said, and started to walked out.
"Hermione!" Harry called. She turned. "Don't take too long." He said, a mischievous look in his eye.
Hermione blushed, then smiled. "Got it." She said, and walked out the door.
Harry leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes briefly.
"Harry?" he heard a quiet voice say. Harry opened his eyes. Dumbledore was stting in a chair next to Harry's bed. The Headmaster's eyes still had that familiar sparkle, but there was a sadness about him that Harry couldn't throw.
"I'm back." Harry said.
Dumbledore smiled. "I think you needed a break. And a change in perspective."
"Sir, while I was asleep. Cho Chang spoke to me. She told me that I was the hope of the world. Is that true?"
"Harry, I don't know. But most of the wizarding world looks up to you as our last hope. You are the only one to survive the killing curse." Dumbledore stood. "I think I should take my leave now. I know Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Granger are coming to see you." Then he walked out.
A few minutes later, Ron and Hermione walked in. Ron didn't look very good. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he was very pale.
"Harry!" Ron cried, and some of his color returned. He ran forward and hugged Harry, realized he was hugging a GUY, and quickly pulled away. "I'm so glad you're ok."
"Ron, thank you for saving my life." Harry said. "If you hadn't saved me, I'd be dead. How did you get there in time?"
"Well." Hermione said, looking at the floor.
"We thought you would do something stupid, so Hermione charmed your bed to send us an alarm if you moved." Ron said very quickly.
"Hmm." Harry said. "I would be angry and indignant, but you guys did save my life."
Suddenly Madame Pomfrey appeared. "Out! This boy is in a very fragile condition! His blood count is still much too low. Out!"
Ron and Hermione dashed out waving to Harry as they caught each other's hands.
Harry settled back in his bed, sleep finally overtaking him. For the first time, he looked at his wrists. They were bandaged up, and Harry could tell he had stitches.
Never again, he thought as sleep overtook him. Never again.
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Yay! I think this will be the end of this story, unless you bitch and moan about it to me, and I'll make a sequel. Review!