Summary: After being hit by the killing curse for the second time in his young life, Harry finds himself trapped in another body. He finally gets the chance to see how his life would have been like without his popularity, and where is friends loyalties lie.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 17: Preoccupied
The next morning at breakfast, Harry was very preoccupied. Hermione looked up from her scrambled eggs, and noticed Harry worried expression. "Neville, what's wrong?"
Harry poking at his food looked up at her. "I have been thinking a lot about what Ron was saying last night?"
Hermione put down her fork. "Yeah, I know what you mean, but we can't do anything about the fact that he is a git."
Harry gave her a very sarcastic look. " Hermione, can't you see he was my best friend, and I really did treat him wrong." There was an awkward silence, yet Harry continued to speak. "I feel like I should have told him about this from the beginning... The way he has been acting could be the result of losing his friend. Common this is Ron we are talking about. He could not have done a total 360 in a couple of weeks."
Hermione finally spoke up, "Yeah, you are probably right. This did all start when you were believed to be dead."
Harry continued, "It was not his fault that he was my second in everything. You know I should be happy that Ron received my position as prefect and captain. He was the best one for the job."
Hermione poked her food some more with vengeance, and ask with out look up, "Then why was he so mean to everyone else and... me? You know I lost a friend too."
A large smile crept on Harry's face, "I know why he has been acting all funny around you."
Hermione impatiently asked, "Why then? What could ever make a guy be so mean as to scare away any and everyone that comes near me? Did you know that every time a guy would try to comfort me, Ron would have a little talk with them causing them to never come near me again? You know I think he wants to punish me. I think he wants me to be an outcast."
Harry still with the small smile on his face said, "I think he is jealous."
Hermione laughed a little, "Jealous, Ron is jealous of me."
"No, Ron is not jealous of you. He is jealous of the other guys that you were gets near. You know he has quite a crush on our little Hermione."
Hermione still with a disbelieve expression asked, "Well, if he has a crush on me, he as a real funny way of showing his affection. Plus, I know you have noticed that he as gotten a lot worse since you came back. At least then he was somewhat tolerable, but now he is just down right annoying. Who could he be that jealous of to make him like this."
Harry appeared thoughtful then his eyes became cloudy. After a couple of minutes past without him speaking, she whispered, "Harry, Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry looked straight into Hermione's eyes giving her the chills. "I know why he has been acting the way he has. He jealous of me...His best friend as taken everything he ever wanted with out even noticing."
Hermione asked in confusion, "What?"
Harry continued, but would not look her in the eye again, "In our first year, he told me that he always wanted to be head boy, Quidditch caption, and famous. Since I came around, I have taken position enabling him to reach any of his dreams." Harry with a thoughtful expression continued, "I have stolen all my best friends dreams, and now I am taking you away from him too."
Hermione could not stay silent any longer to Harry's little pity party. "Harry look at me. You have earned everything you have received. Ron had the same chance to become prefect as well as Quidditch captain just as you, but he did not try hard enough. Its not your fault he is not as nice, smart, and hansom as you." This brought a smile to Harry's face. While placing her hands on her hips, Hermione continued. "Besides, I am not a trophy to be won. I give my affection to hum every I deem worthy, and Ron is just not one of the chosen ones. So, Ron can go right along and be jealous."
Harry gave another small smile, but replied, "If he would learn to control his temper every once in a while, we would not even be having this conversation. I would have told him straight away and we could be laughing at something that Malfoy had said. But, I guess I should have told him anyway. I do owe him that much. I would not be alive without both of you as my friends...."
Hermione looked at him with a small smile, "Why are you telling me this when the real person you need to talk to is standing just down the table?"
Harry started pouting like a little boy. "Well, he is responsible too. Why should I have to start the talking?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, with a small, "boys." "You should initiate it because you recognized that you were wrong. Common now, I don't want this to turn into another one of those long drown out fight like back in the fourth year. If I have too, I will personal make sure that you two talk."
"Well if Ron is not going to do anything about it, I guess I will, but when, pray tell, would you suggest I have this little confrontation?"
"How about after class? Then we want be missed if it takes longer then we expect."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "We... You are going to come to."
Hermione smiled wickedly, "Of course I am coming. Did you think you were going to have all the fun alone? If you like it are not, you need me, Harry Potter."
Harry laughed, "Me need help, ha ha ha. I laugh in the face of danger."
Hermione laughed too, "Yeah and danger always slaps you in the face when you do that too. Like in first year when you were in the hospital wing for a couple of weeks. Then second year you almost died from the fang of that Basilisk. Ohh, Who could forget third year when you were almost given that dementors kiss... and"
"Ok, ok I get your point. You can come, but if any Basilisk or dementors show up, just leave them to me." Harry said cheekily.
Hermione grinned widely, "I would have never dreamed of denying you the pleaser of those creators company. What do you take me for... a witch?"
Harry said sarcastically, "If the world only knew the really Hermione Granger." Hermione play slapped Harry's shoulder, and Harry starting to dramatically act like he was dieing from pain. "AAAaah, my shoulder, I can never use it again."
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I hope you like. See you tomorrow.
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 17: Preoccupied
The next morning at breakfast, Harry was very preoccupied. Hermione looked up from her scrambled eggs, and noticed Harry worried expression. "Neville, what's wrong?"
Harry poking at his food looked up at her. "I have been thinking a lot about what Ron was saying last night?"
Hermione put down her fork. "Yeah, I know what you mean, but we can't do anything about the fact that he is a git."
Harry gave her a very sarcastic look. " Hermione, can't you see he was my best friend, and I really did treat him wrong." There was an awkward silence, yet Harry continued to speak. "I feel like I should have told him about this from the beginning... The way he has been acting could be the result of losing his friend. Common this is Ron we are talking about. He could not have done a total 360 in a couple of weeks."
Hermione finally spoke up, "Yeah, you are probably right. This did all start when you were believed to be dead."
Harry continued, "It was not his fault that he was my second in everything. You know I should be happy that Ron received my position as prefect and captain. He was the best one for the job."
Hermione poked her food some more with vengeance, and ask with out look up, "Then why was he so mean to everyone else and... me? You know I lost a friend too."
A large smile crept on Harry's face, "I know why he has been acting all funny around you."
Hermione impatiently asked, "Why then? What could ever make a guy be so mean as to scare away any and everyone that comes near me? Did you know that every time a guy would try to comfort me, Ron would have a little talk with them causing them to never come near me again? You know I think he wants to punish me. I think he wants me to be an outcast."
Harry still with the small smile on his face said, "I think he is jealous."
Hermione laughed a little, "Jealous, Ron is jealous of me."
"No, Ron is not jealous of you. He is jealous of the other guys that you were gets near. You know he has quite a crush on our little Hermione."
Hermione still with a disbelieve expression asked, "Well, if he has a crush on me, he as a real funny way of showing his affection. Plus, I know you have noticed that he as gotten a lot worse since you came back. At least then he was somewhat tolerable, but now he is just down right annoying. Who could he be that jealous of to make him like this."
Harry appeared thoughtful then his eyes became cloudy. After a couple of minutes past without him speaking, she whispered, "Harry, Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry looked straight into Hermione's eyes giving her the chills. "I know why he has been acting the way he has. He jealous of me...His best friend as taken everything he ever wanted with out even noticing."
Hermione asked in confusion, "What?"
Harry continued, but would not look her in the eye again, "In our first year, he told me that he always wanted to be head boy, Quidditch caption, and famous. Since I came around, I have taken position enabling him to reach any of his dreams." Harry with a thoughtful expression continued, "I have stolen all my best friends dreams, and now I am taking you away from him too."
Hermione could not stay silent any longer to Harry's little pity party. "Harry look at me. You have earned everything you have received. Ron had the same chance to become prefect as well as Quidditch captain just as you, but he did not try hard enough. Its not your fault he is not as nice, smart, and hansom as you." This brought a smile to Harry's face. While placing her hands on her hips, Hermione continued. "Besides, I am not a trophy to be won. I give my affection to hum every I deem worthy, and Ron is just not one of the chosen ones. So, Ron can go right along and be jealous."
Harry gave another small smile, but replied, "If he would learn to control his temper every once in a while, we would not even be having this conversation. I would have told him straight away and we could be laughing at something that Malfoy had said. But, I guess I should have told him anyway. I do owe him that much. I would not be alive without both of you as my friends...."
Hermione looked at him with a small smile, "Why are you telling me this when the real person you need to talk to is standing just down the table?"
Harry started pouting like a little boy. "Well, he is responsible too. Why should I have to start the talking?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, with a small, "boys." "You should initiate it because you recognized that you were wrong. Common now, I don't want this to turn into another one of those long drown out fight like back in the fourth year. If I have too, I will personal make sure that you two talk."
"Well if Ron is not going to do anything about it, I guess I will, but when, pray tell, would you suggest I have this little confrontation?"
"How about after class? Then we want be missed if it takes longer then we expect."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "We... You are going to come to."
Hermione smiled wickedly, "Of course I am coming. Did you think you were going to have all the fun alone? If you like it are not, you need me, Harry Potter."
Harry laughed, "Me need help, ha ha ha. I laugh in the face of danger."
Hermione laughed too, "Yeah and danger always slaps you in the face when you do that too. Like in first year when you were in the hospital wing for a couple of weeks. Then second year you almost died from the fang of that Basilisk. Ohh, Who could forget third year when you were almost given that dementors kiss... and"
"Ok, ok I get your point. You can come, but if any Basilisk or dementors show up, just leave them to me." Harry said cheekily.
Hermione grinned widely, "I would have never dreamed of denying you the pleaser of those creators company. What do you take me for... a witch?"
Harry said sarcastically, "If the world only knew the really Hermione Granger." Hermione play slapped Harry's shoulder, and Harry starting to dramatically act like he was dieing from pain. "AAAaah, my shoulder, I can never use it again."
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I hope you like. See you tomorrow.
Monday