AN: Oh no! I completely forgot about Krum! Thank you so much Tate Moso! I'm going to fit him in...I have a little thing called a plan, hee hee. And just to mention another great reviewer - Laura - your reviews are the kind I need! You must know your Harry Potter books REALLY well! Thank you so much - you better keep reviewing and I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear enough by now but they're in their 5th year - not 1st! If they were in their 1st year that's be pretty demented… I didn't do the list of all the people that reviewed this time - I was too busy (I'm sorry - I still love you all!). Over the spring vacation I worked really hard in between all the other things I had to do (sorry if I'm pestering u all about that). I'm also sorry about the font (seem to be having lots of trouble with that don't I?) I dunno what else to tell you except that in part 13 (or 14) something's gonna be really freaky (and scary) and you'll finally understand what the Wild Dreams are really about. And as for all the guesses about Aurora...I'm proud to announce none of you are right! Yay - I want it to be a big shock, that's all. And besides, I never expected any of you to know, that is, unless you're a mind reader. If you want you want to go back over the end of part 10 because it ended as a kind of cliffhanger. All right, I'll shut up! Well here's the story…

Disclaimer: Now I actually own some stuff: Wild Dreams, Potter Prophecy, Demons, Voicer, Loudspeaker, and (most especially) Aurora! Anything I didn't just mention is J.K.Rowling's.

~Ironic Feelings - Part 11~

Every hint of friendliness towards Aurora left Hermione without a trace. She gritted her teeth and stubborn look crossed her face.

"That's Harry." She said without emotion.

"Oh," Aurora said nodding slowly as if she knew him (which she probably did). Then she turned to Hermione and did a double take.

"What's wrong," she asked with as her smile returned, "you're mad at him or something?"

"No," Hermione said carefully. Sensing that she wasn't keen on the subject Aurora put Harry's picture back where it belonged.

To Hermione's relief Parvati and Lavender rushed into the dormitory, most likely bursting with gossip. The first thing they did was look at Aurora's shoes, which weren't shoes at all.

"Sneakers?" Lavender mouthed to Parvati, the two of them outraged. They were running shoes with a check on them, something Hermione had failed to notice before. Aurora had her back turned, looking throughout one of her several trunks. She only realized Lavender and Parvati were staring at her like a she was some lunatic, when she turned around to pick up a bottle of shampoo she dropped.

Aurora misinterpreted their looks with a familiar, "Hi!"

Parvati forced a smile and Lavender only looked more like Neville anything.

"This is Parvati," Hermione gestured, in a blank sort of way, "And this is Lavender. Parvati, Lavender, this is Aurora…Aurora…" What was her last name?

"Lowell."

"Yeah, Aurora Lowell, a new transfer student staying with us."

"Cool?" Parvati tried her best to share Aurora's look of excitement. Lavender walked out of the room, muttering excitedly something like: "I'm going to come back in two minutes and discover I was hallucinating…" Once Lavender shut the door an awkward silence started and the only noise was Aurora looking through her luggage.

"You guys mind, if I take a shower, or anything? There's a shower in here, right?" Aurora took a look in the bathroom door.

"No problem."

"Go ahead."

"Okay," she said and skipped into the bathroom. The instant the door shut there was a sigh of exasperation from Parvati.

"That girl is weird, Herm. I don't know what I'm goin –" But Parvati stopped short once she saw Hermione wondering over to her dresser, picking up a picture of Harry. Parvati walked over to her, her concerning expression parallel to Harry's moving look. Hermione's breath was shaking and her eyes were glazed over with tears but she kept her injured emotions to herself. She glanced over at Parvati, and then hesitantly looked back at the moving picture of her boyfriend before responding to no one.

"She called him a 'hottie'," There was more a great deal more than a hint of icy anger in Hermione's tone, "Either she means something else or this Aurora girl—" She made wild gestures to the bathroom "—likes Harry."

Parvati was lost for words and opted on giving Hermione the impression to go on. Hermione looked faint and hopeless as she wandered over to her bed with support from her roommate.

"Like I don't have enough obstacles to overcome, you know?" She drew her knees up to her chin on her perfectly made bed. "I have all the same classes as Aurora. I don't know what I'm going to do…" Hermione covered her face and fell back on her bed.

Out of nowhere, the splishing and splashing of the water in a shower turned on. Hermione bolted straight up as if she just had a nightmare, her eyes wide.

Had Aurora been listening to their conversation? Parvati's shocked look seemed to be thinking along the same lines. As if Aurora wanted to break the scandalizing silence, she started singing.

Loud.

"Hey! Ja-ja-jaded! You gotcha mama's style but yesterday's child to me…so jaded! You think that's where it's at, but is that where it's s'posed to be? You're getting' it all over me – X-RATED!"

She had such a strong, beautiful voice but the song was, well…

"My, my, baby blue; yeah, I been thinkin' 'bout you my, my, baby blue. Yeah your so jaded, and I'm the one the one that jaded you!"

Awful? Parvati placed her hands over her ears and mumbled a few curses. Perhaps she was singing about Harry? Hermione tried to force the thought out of her head but it was no use.

"Hey! Ja-ja-jaded! In all its misery it'll always be what I love…and hated—! And maybe take a ride to the other side we're thinkin' of…we'll slip into the velvet glove – and be jaded!"

Harry wasn't "jaded" was he? What did Aurora know about him anyway? Lavender chose this moment to meander leisurely into the room. She let out a little whoop of relief.

"My, my, baby blue; yeah, I been thinkin' 'bout you my, my, baby blue. Yeah I'm so jaded, and baby I'm afraid a you!"

"You won't believe what I was just hallucinating!" Lavender said as if they'd never guess. She plopped onto Aurora's navy blue bed, being completely inconsiderate but then again she looked pretty drunk: her peach lipstick was smeared everywhere and her breath was absolutely awful.

In the back round, Aurora's voice echoed, "You're thinkin' so complicated – I've had it all up to here! But it's so overrated — love and hate it — wouldn't trade it! Love me jaded!" But Lavender paid no heed to Aurora's ongoing singing. Meanwhile Hermione's head raced insanely; Harry would never love her "jaded" — would he?

"I'm telling you, Professor Trelawney is right about hallucinating infeasible things! I just made out with Ron, and trust me—" Lavender flashed her teeth, smeared with some more peach lipstick. "—he knows how to french! Now, is that impossible or what? Besides, I would never do that with the whole entire common room cheering me on, would I? And I doubt Hogwarts excepts transfer students either!"

And again, somewhere faraway was Aurora's voice in between all the confusion: "Hey! Ja-ja-jaded! There ain't no baby please when I'm shootin' the breeze with her…when everythin' you see is a blur…and ecstasy's what you prefer...!" Hermione now felt like puking.

"Lavender, you made out with Ron?" Parvati said incredulously, shaking her by the shoulders.

"My, my, baby blue! Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you my, my, baby blue! Yeah I been thinkin 'bout you my, my baby blue! Yeah you're so jaded!" Aurora was talking about him…

"I was hallucinating, silly!" Lavender pushed her away, playfully, still giggling outlandishly.

" Jaded!" Hermione put her hands to her head. It was all too much.

"No, you weren't!" Parvati insisted. She had to practically shout over Aurora's singing.

"You're so jaded! 'Cause I'm the one that jaded you!" No…she would never let Aurora be the one who jaded Harry. Never…

"'Course I was!" Lavender said looking woozier than every.

At last Aurora stopped singing. Hermione sighed; she didn't want to hear any more of what Aurora was supposedly singing about Harry.

Lavender rolled off Aurora's bed, still laughing drunkenly into the navy blue sheets she pulled along with her. Parvati and Hermione couldn't get there in time to catch Lavender before her head hit the hard floor with a thump.

There was a gasp from the bathroom door.

Aurora was in a midnight blue bathrobe and her long hair was wrapped up in a midnight blue towel. Her eyes fixed on the unconscious Lavender were the cause of her gasp.

Immediately following Aurora's gasp was Parvati's intake of breath. Her reason was Aurora's abrupt appearance.

Lastly, it was Hermione's turn to gasp because the oxygen emptied her lungs, leaving her with an ineffable gravitational longing. The necklace was glittering, about an inch from below her collarbone. The glass of a wing on the end was glinting and the gold bands shimmered. The mauve potion inside was slowly rotating around in a circular motion, just like the seventh dream.

So Aurora had something to do with the Potter Prophecy. Somewhere in this mess, she was tied in, with Harry and her. Hermione couldn't have cared less about Parvati and Aurora staring at her.

Actually she could. Hermione met her roommate's faces, forced a smile as well as a desperate laugh, and then sharply about faced. She stomped her way back to her bed and forcefully drew the curtains around her. When that was done, she slipped off her shoes and not bothering to change out of her robes, hid under her covers like a little girl she once was.

But this time her problems didn't disappear. Hermione ended up silently crying herself to sleep.

***

Hedwig saw Harry jog towards her, looking quite nervous. It was very late into the night, something must have been wrong. Harry quickly looked at her, but his face hardly showed any relief when he saw Hedwig was awake.

Quickly he flattened out some crumpled parchment against the wall and set a quill and a bottle of ink on a nearby ledge. Messily, he wrote a hasty letter, filling his quill with too much ink, that his letter stared to run.

Quickly waving it through the air and overlooking the possibility of folding the letter, he tied it to Hedwigs's ankle. Still ignoring her questioning look he told Hedwig,

"Give this to Hermione, as fast as you can!" Reaching out to push her along, Hedwig moved away from Harry's inky hand. She didn't want to get her snowy coat dirty. Hedwig took off, throwing him back a frustrating hoot along the way. She flew around the castle until she found the window known as Hermione's dormitory.

The windows were closed. But something stopped him from tapping on the window.

Inside was a girl with long black hair and dark blue eyes. She was writing in a little book with faint lines drawn across the pages. Hedwig knew Hermione might be asleep, judging by the curtains around her bed.

Perhaps she should go back to Harry? But the girl immediately looked up, probably because Hedwig stood out against the dark sky. She walked over and pulled open the window.

Hedwig brushed past the girl and over to Hermione's bed.

"Stop," the girl whispered urgently. Her eyes were wide and her hand was outstretched to stop Hedwig. "Don't wake her up, I'll give her the letter."

Hesitantly, Hedwig held out her leg. The girl untied the letter from her ankle and walked over to the open window. She held it open for Hedwig in order to let her out. Hedwig flew into the night but didn't go back to the Owlery.

———

Aurora was about to lay the letter on Hermione's dresser when she noticed the words, "transfer student".

She stopped. Aurora knew it'd be mean to interfere with other people's stuff, but what if this was important? Or something she needed to know? It was a very short letter: how harmful could it be?

Checking to see that her new roommates were asleep she read Hermione's letter:

Hermione —

Are you okay? I have a bad feeling about that transfer student. I don't know… I'm really worried about you. What happened in the common room? Please write back soon.

Love,

Harry

Aurora's heart raced as she read over and over: Love, Harry. Oh no, Aurora thought, so Hermione has more than a crush on Harry — they're probably boyfriend and girlfriend. She traced her fingers over the words, before she could realize the letter must have been written recently. Aurora looked back and forth at her smeared with ink index finger and the Love, Harry that was now a huge inkblot.

Frantically trying to remember a spell to undo something, Aurora found her wand.

"Reparo," she murmured and the inkblot was gone like it had never been there. "Yes!" Aurora exclaimed in a low voice, with her wand in one hand and the parchment in the other. The letter ignited in the far right corner.

Perhaps she was a little too enthusiastic? Panicking that someone might wake up, Aurora tried stifling the fire because for all she knew, the repairing spell might not work on it. By the time the she managed to put it out completely, she accidentally ripped the parchment into two separate pieces. Despite that the ink was everywhere.

Hopelessly, Aurora tried the Repairing Spell but it seemed beyond that. She noticed something fluttering around and saw the snowy white owl, looking betrayed. Aurora ran to the windows, desperate to make something right but the owl flew away. That must be Harry's owl, she thought overwhelmingly. Aurora pressed her forehead against the glass for a while before turning around.

Aurora tried to stay strong as she without a better idea, ripped up the letter. Slowly, neat little squares, trashed the floor. She felt she was doing a horrible job: using the wrong approach on Hermione with Harry and now ruining her letter, when she was supposed to be gaining her trust. And even Harry sensed she had a secret, when he hadn't even talked to her.

Aurora must have made a lot of noise because the girl that fell earlier, Lavender, was tossing her covers around. Though she wasn't injured after she fell off her bed because of her being drunk, her fall must have caused her to sleep lightly. Before Lavender could fully wake up, Aurora quickly shredded the remnants of the letter and stuffed them under her bed with her foot.

"Where're you going?" Lavender asked stupidly. Aurora let out a sigh of relief before answering.

"To the bathroom." By the time Aurora finished her sentence, Lavender already nodded off. Aurora went to the bathroom to wash off her hands from the ink. Aurora pulled the curtains around her new bed and got in her nice covers.

Too bad disposing the torn up letter didn't appear as on option to Aurora. After that she drifted off with one last thought on her mind: this is going to be harder than I thought…

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AN: Kinda short – I know but look at how long the last part was! Before you all go! Here's the link to my Draco/Ginny story: FanFiction.Net I need as many reviews for that as this one! I need to know what you all think! I'll probably put all your names in the next part! Sorry I didn't this time! You gotta review! You must review! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you! Have a very nice day!