AN: ummmmm let me think about the Prophecy... just read it - you wont really get it, because you're not supposed too...in other words you'll find out in later parts. And the Wild Dreams is practically an engagement cuz like that means whoever you had the same dream as means that u belong together... and thats it... pleeeeeeeze review at the end! I'll stop pestering you when you start reviewing! Now for the answer to cliffhanger...most (raises eyebrows) ironic. Mwahahaha!


Disclaimer: I own the Potter Prophecy, Wild Dreams, voicer, and (most important) the louspeaker! lol! and the rest belongs to J.K.Rowling.

Ironic Feelings - Part 4


Minerva McGonagall was just waiting for all of this to happen. It was so obvious, how come she never told Harry ahead of time? She sighed knowing she had no choice.

Minerva headed back to her office and quietly opened the door hoping Remus wasn't waiting for her inside. She didn't need his help explaining this situation to Harry, it would only make her frustrated. Nope, her office was completely empty to her relief.

The professor sat down, taking off the invisibility cloak, knowing this wasn't going to be easy, not at all. She grabbed the microphone, turning it on, trying to remain calm.

"Mr. Potter please report to Professor McGonagall's office, I repeat, Mr. Potter please report to Professor McGonagall's office." She quickly switched it off praying Remus wouldn't come and that Harry would.

Five minutes passed by before anyone came to visit her.

It was Remus.

"Minerva-" he started but she stopped him.

"I do not need your help, Remus! How many times do I have to tell you this?!" Minerva insisted. "To many times-" Remus said getting mad but was interrupted by someone else. Harry timidly walked in closing the door behind him. He looked back and forth at his two professors. Good he doesn't have Hermione with him, she thought, they need to hear the news separately.

"Harry-" Remus started calmly, but was interrupted yet again.

"Sit!" Minerva demanded. "Both of you." she added. They sat down.

"Can I please not be stopped this time?" Remus asked impatient this time.

"Fine. Do what ever you want. I don't care anymore." She said stared down at her nails for a while then back up at a bewildered Harry.

"Thank you" Remus absently ran his fingers through his hair and turned to Harry. Minerva put her head in her hands. Remus took a deep sigh.

"I'm quite sure you've never heard of the Potter Prophecy, have you?" Remus asked, his voice shaking. Harry shook his head, sensing some harmful truth was coming.

"Well it's a lot of divination and it is a Prophecy," Remus continued glancing at Minerva, "so there may be some way of stopping it-"

"Just tell him what it is already, Remus! He hasn't a clue what the stupid Prophecy is!"

"Sybill would have your head for that saying that." He remarked despite Harry was sitting there baffled as can be. Minerva scoffed.

"Think I care?!" she shouted then turned to Harry, "Look the Prophecy isn't accurate and that's why we're her to warn you about it and maybe even go against the odds and stop it. The Prophecy is that…you know how the Dark Lord murdered your parents? Well your father was - err - more of a trouble maker and your mother was very smart, if you get married and that girl just happens to be very smart like…" she trailed off lost of words. This is gonna be tougher then I assumed, she thought to herself, why can't I just say: Don't marry Hermione!

"Like Hermione?" Harry said, slightly knowing where this conversation was heading.

"Precisely. Now if you two were to get married, in the near future, the chances of you two having a child, a very, very dominant child - the chances are too great. And without a doubt the Dark Lord will come after you and kill you and your child, not Hermione because she doesn't have Potter blood, does this make any sense at all to you?" she asked him.

Remus was dazed staring out the window his head resting on his hand looking sorrowful. Harry was horrified, now out of his chair and backed up against the wall. Remus turned around who seemed to have been holding back tears in his eyes. A wave of guilt washed over her for being so mean before.

"Look, it's up you, Harry. If you're are planning to let go or fight against Voldemort," Remus said as Minerva winced, "it's up to you." Harry just nodded reaching to the handle of the door. What if he was having the Wild Dreams already, she thought…

"Did you already have the Wild Dreams, yet?" she blurted out. Remus glared at her. Harry looked uneasily around the office as he nodded.
And he left. Minerva started sobbing. Remus at this point had been wiping away his tears. He placed a reassuring hand on Minerva's back and for once she didn't shove it off.

***

"So, what happened?" Hermione asked at dinner. Harry aimlessly looked ahead…at a wall.

"What's wrong, Harry?" she questioned, sounding concerned. It hurt him to see her like that, or even for the least part say his name. "Is about Ron?" she asked in a hushed voice. He just shook his head playing around with the food in his plate with a fork. 'Did you already have the wild dreams yet' Professor McGonagall's words echoed through his head over and over… it was too late. But he didn't want to put her in danger. Yes, he loved her…and couldn't bring himself to say what had just happened.

From the corner of his eye he could see Malfoy standing up ready to make an announcement. This couldn't be good.

"I want you all too know that this year WE, Slytherins will win the cup!" Malfoy yelled holding up his glass. The Slytherins cheered as the Fred, George, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet stood up defensively. Harry sat there thinking of how much longer he could stand this. Hermione looked at him with deep interest as the other Gyffindor's in his year glanced sideways at him. All except for Ron, who had a very smug, look on his face.

Harry got up and walked out of the hall, nobody noticing but his two best friends. Or rather his girlfriend and ex-best friend, now.

***

Hermione had to jog to keep up with his strides.

"Harry, really what's going on?" she asked him. "Please, you can tell me anything. I swear." She said grabbing his shoulder. He stopped, looking down at his feet.

"Look, Hermione, it would only upset you - really." He said not even looking at her. They began walking again to the Gryffindor tower, this time.

"No, but now that you won't tell me it only upsets me more!" she complained. "Is that your not allowed to tell me? Is it about Snuffles? Do the Professors know?" she said tying to guess it out of him. Harry hesitated then ignored her questions as he told the Fat Lady the password. Is it that bad, she wondered, why is he ignoring me?

"Please tell me…since when have we kept secrets from each other, Harry?" she pleaded. They were in the common room now.

"This isn't a secret." He said somewhat harshly, "I can't tell you, because…it'll just hurt you."

"What? That doesn't make any sense!" she protested.

"Nothing makes sense anymore." Harry said eyeing the staircase up to the boys' dormitories. He started climbing the stairs, without doubt towards him dorm.

Hermione sighed hopelessly as he turned out of sight. Does this have to do with the Wild Dreams? Does he not love me, like he said? Hermione fell asleep on the couch, with too much on her mind.

***

He spotted Hermione on the couch lying down, sleeping. Ron hurried over next to her. Dean, Neville, and Seamus wouldn't be here for a while and the Common Room was completely empty. Perfect!

Ron quickly kneeled down next to her as he opened his knapsack. He took out a pinkish liquid in a container (he had fixed it the day before) and unscrewed the cap. The aroma instantly took place: flower petals, chubby cupids, and shiny, magenta hearts floated to his mind.

He roughly pulled out a few fiery strands of hair and dropped it into the Potion.

Ron placed it down on the floor as he checked to see if Hermione was in deep sleep - if she weren't, the love potion wouldn't work. He opened her mouth carefully and poured some of the fluid in her mouth. He whispered a spell for to swallow it, she did but started to stir. He quickly ran out the portrait hole, unnoticed.

***

AN: Dont kill me - the next part you'll realize that Ron... no! Im not giving it away... you'll just have to wait...lol. yes i know im evil. Oh yeah - please review!!! (constructive critism's welcome - I'm bound to make mistakes!) =)