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CHAPTER 6: One Full Week
A little more conversation with Selma and when Hermione and Ron arrived at the picnic blanket Harry reminded them on the time and they left after saying bye to Selma, who had got a good look at Hermione but didn't seem to recognize her.
"I got more books on future and past things in the basement."
The three walked into Hermione's house and Hermione went by a desk and lifted a rug that was in front of it. There in the floor was a square door. Hermione turned the knob around as if to do a combination and then opened to door. Hermione smiled before getting in the square and then fall.
"What does she fall on?" Harry asked looking down and seeing only darkness.
"You'll see." Ron pushed Harry through the square.
Harry fell and after a second he landed on what seemed to be a large soft pillow. Harry crawled off it onto the smooth stone and then saw Hermione opening another door.
Harry then heard Ron yelling and he landed flat on his back, only his feet had landed on the pillow.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled angrily. "How many times do I have to tell you not to fall horizontally?"
"Its fun." Ron murmured.
Hermione shook her head then opened the door. It was brightly lit by many candles, and looked pretty good for a basement. The wall had wallpaper that was of books, which made the scene even more confusing. It was like a library. Shelves full of big books, small books, thin books, thick books.
Hermione jumped onto the bed that was there and opened a book. "Harry, won't you help? Find anything in those pile of books that talk about the future and maybe time travelers that you can use."
Harry grabbed a book and sat on a chair nearby the bed. "Why do you have a bed in the basement?"
"Sometimes I'm to tired to go up to my room." Hermione answered, as Ron sat next her skimming through a book.
Harry nodded and then looked at his book.
*TIME TRAVELERS THROUGH REALITY AND MIND*
Harry sighed and opened the book. The book looked pretty old and Harry skimmed through the book sighting pictures of clocks, hourglasses and people who were half young and half old. Time travelers you can use, time travelers you can use. Harry eyes feel upon an old looking man, who reminded Harry strongly of Albus Dumbledore; only his eyes were more dangerous. It turned out to be a wizard with a very long name who showed the people the outcome of the future and giving the people a choice to have a better future. Harry wondered if this man was Pred, Pred himself had said that he changes his appearance. Put Harry could not imagine such a wild spirit in this old, grave man.
Harry looked more through the book reading about Otheslis, creatures like the old man only he showed the better future and persuaded the people to take the more worse one, a monster that planted small glimpses of the future and more wizards, time travelers, and creatures. He found a few that seemed to fit Hermione's situation but Hermione had found was around it.
After looking through the pile of books, Hermione closed the last one shut and looked very irritated.
"It's really late, honey, maybe you should get some sleep." Ron said massaging her shoulders. Hermione nodded and Ron and Harry left through a different door in the corner, which had stairs that led to a closet, which they opened and found themselves in the living room.
"Weird use for a closet." Ron said closing the door.
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For the rest of the week, Ron hung out with Hermione and Harry as much as he could but was at work most of the weekdays. Harry was left to explore Ron's mansion a little more and keep an eye on Malfoy, though Greg and Georgia watched him closely.
Malfoy seemed busy writing things and planning, having frequent owl posts and used an empty room with a fireplace to talk to people. Whenever he talked or wrote he would be locked in a room, afraid that Harry had an interest to find out what he was doing. And whenever owl post came Malfoy had snatched them out of sight. It was as if he were doing something bad.
But Malfoy too had a job to get to and his room was always locked but Georgia opened it frequent and Harry had once heard her mumbling about hidden things. Harry only had short glances into his room and he never saw anything, as if Malfoy hid everything in his wardrobe.
Harry also enjoyed riding Harold, who liked to wander off if Harry was lost in thought. He even got to see the Nifflers underground home. Ron owned 20 or so Nifflers, cages against the wall and a large bowl full of their food. Glittery things littered the place and there were a bunch of holes.
"Once a day I lock them in their cages and they watch me put more gold into their holes and covering them up. Some of them get a chance to use the sandbox." Greg told Harry once, as he dropped things in their 20 ft or so holes. And Harry was sure Malfoy had a hard time sleeping because once they were let out they shook out of their cages and started digging, some eating and some clanking the cages where they did their business.
When Harry was bored, he would work out a little and Harry knew at once that with all the weights, mats and wizarding and muggle exercise tools that Ron must have a buff figure. Harry even sometimes saw Ron working out almost every day for half an hour.
And on few of the days, Harry met with Selma and he enjoyed their long conversations. She was so full of ambition, and strength and kindness and also had a side of her that was sad and mysterious which she always tried to stay clear of. When she laughed, Harry did, when she looked so sad when remembering things Harry felt it too. When she was feeling adventurous and outdoorsy, when she felt romantic or funny or wild Harry felt it all and he was enjoying the ride.
When Selma talked about things like love and romance Harry's heart would always give a leap. The words that poured out of her lips only wanted Harry for it to keep spilling, wanted to understand its meaning, wanted to kiss those lips. But Selma always snapped back to reality when she got to poetic and meaningful and Harry's heart would return to it's normal beat. There was something about her that was kept secret from Harry, he knew it, saw it all in her penetrating eyes but it surprised him how much he didn't feel bothered by it.
On Friday afternoon while they were having coffee at Café Soleil, Selma mentioned the Chess Championship that was the next day. Harry knew, for Ron had found some way for it to come up in conversation and played Harry. (Where Harry always lost badly.)
"It's going to be great. Hamlet Lousse is a very good player," Selma said pouring herself more coffee. "He lost to Ron about two years ago, only because he had made a wrong move. They say he's rising back up, he's been playing small chess tournaments in France."
"Ron's pretty good though. four-five times in a row champ?" Harry said.
Selma nodded. "So you want to meet there?"
Harry smiled. "Sure. I don't know what seat I have-"
"You probably have Private box. Those are the best seats; they're almost on the board. You know, since Ron is your friend."
"Oh-well what seats do you have?" Harry asked. He remembered that Ron had told him it would be like an enlarged board like the one that was guarding the stone in their first year. It was probably exciting, having heard of the large stadium.
"Public, 2nd row. It is the best seats that I have ever gotten, I'm still pretty up close." Selma looked very happy with her seats. "Oh I just can't wait! Though I'll probably be late, because I get off work late. But still, I'll see you there." Selma worked at Flourish and Blotts.
Harry smiled as Selma checked her watch. "Wow, it's late. I have to go Harry, thank you for the coffee."
"No problem."
Selma smiled. Harry smiled. They had a moment where they just smiled at each other. Selma broke it. "Okay, bye." She waved and left and Harry saw her disapparate outside his window.
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next chapter I am pleased to pronounce will be the Chess Tournament. This is another chapter that talked more about relationships and there are some little things you should remember in this chapter and the one before it.
CHAPTER 6: One Full Week
A little more conversation with Selma and when Hermione and Ron arrived at the picnic blanket Harry reminded them on the time and they left after saying bye to Selma, who had got a good look at Hermione but didn't seem to recognize her.
"I got more books on future and past things in the basement."
The three walked into Hermione's house and Hermione went by a desk and lifted a rug that was in front of it. There in the floor was a square door. Hermione turned the knob around as if to do a combination and then opened to door. Hermione smiled before getting in the square and then fall.
"What does she fall on?" Harry asked looking down and seeing only darkness.
"You'll see." Ron pushed Harry through the square.
Harry fell and after a second he landed on what seemed to be a large soft pillow. Harry crawled off it onto the smooth stone and then saw Hermione opening another door.
Harry then heard Ron yelling and he landed flat on his back, only his feet had landed on the pillow.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled angrily. "How many times do I have to tell you not to fall horizontally?"
"Its fun." Ron murmured.
Hermione shook her head then opened the door. It was brightly lit by many candles, and looked pretty good for a basement. The wall had wallpaper that was of books, which made the scene even more confusing. It was like a library. Shelves full of big books, small books, thin books, thick books.
Hermione jumped onto the bed that was there and opened a book. "Harry, won't you help? Find anything in those pile of books that talk about the future and maybe time travelers that you can use."
Harry grabbed a book and sat on a chair nearby the bed. "Why do you have a bed in the basement?"
"Sometimes I'm to tired to go up to my room." Hermione answered, as Ron sat next her skimming through a book.
Harry nodded and then looked at his book.
*TIME TRAVELERS THROUGH REALITY AND MIND*
Harry sighed and opened the book. The book looked pretty old and Harry skimmed through the book sighting pictures of clocks, hourglasses and people who were half young and half old. Time travelers you can use, time travelers you can use. Harry eyes feel upon an old looking man, who reminded Harry strongly of Albus Dumbledore; only his eyes were more dangerous. It turned out to be a wizard with a very long name who showed the people the outcome of the future and giving the people a choice to have a better future. Harry wondered if this man was Pred, Pred himself had said that he changes his appearance. Put Harry could not imagine such a wild spirit in this old, grave man.
Harry looked more through the book reading about Otheslis, creatures like the old man only he showed the better future and persuaded the people to take the more worse one, a monster that planted small glimpses of the future and more wizards, time travelers, and creatures. He found a few that seemed to fit Hermione's situation but Hermione had found was around it.
After looking through the pile of books, Hermione closed the last one shut and looked very irritated.
"It's really late, honey, maybe you should get some sleep." Ron said massaging her shoulders. Hermione nodded and Ron and Harry left through a different door in the corner, which had stairs that led to a closet, which they opened and found themselves in the living room.
"Weird use for a closet." Ron said closing the door.
***********
For the rest of the week, Ron hung out with Hermione and Harry as much as he could but was at work most of the weekdays. Harry was left to explore Ron's mansion a little more and keep an eye on Malfoy, though Greg and Georgia watched him closely.
Malfoy seemed busy writing things and planning, having frequent owl posts and used an empty room with a fireplace to talk to people. Whenever he talked or wrote he would be locked in a room, afraid that Harry had an interest to find out what he was doing. And whenever owl post came Malfoy had snatched them out of sight. It was as if he were doing something bad.
But Malfoy too had a job to get to and his room was always locked but Georgia opened it frequent and Harry had once heard her mumbling about hidden things. Harry only had short glances into his room and he never saw anything, as if Malfoy hid everything in his wardrobe.
Harry also enjoyed riding Harold, who liked to wander off if Harry was lost in thought. He even got to see the Nifflers underground home. Ron owned 20 or so Nifflers, cages against the wall and a large bowl full of their food. Glittery things littered the place and there were a bunch of holes.
"Once a day I lock them in their cages and they watch me put more gold into their holes and covering them up. Some of them get a chance to use the sandbox." Greg told Harry once, as he dropped things in their 20 ft or so holes. And Harry was sure Malfoy had a hard time sleeping because once they were let out they shook out of their cages and started digging, some eating and some clanking the cages where they did their business.
When Harry was bored, he would work out a little and Harry knew at once that with all the weights, mats and wizarding and muggle exercise tools that Ron must have a buff figure. Harry even sometimes saw Ron working out almost every day for half an hour.
And on few of the days, Harry met with Selma and he enjoyed their long conversations. She was so full of ambition, and strength and kindness and also had a side of her that was sad and mysterious which she always tried to stay clear of. When she laughed, Harry did, when she looked so sad when remembering things Harry felt it too. When she was feeling adventurous and outdoorsy, when she felt romantic or funny or wild Harry felt it all and he was enjoying the ride.
When Selma talked about things like love and romance Harry's heart would always give a leap. The words that poured out of her lips only wanted Harry for it to keep spilling, wanted to understand its meaning, wanted to kiss those lips. But Selma always snapped back to reality when she got to poetic and meaningful and Harry's heart would return to it's normal beat. There was something about her that was kept secret from Harry, he knew it, saw it all in her penetrating eyes but it surprised him how much he didn't feel bothered by it.
On Friday afternoon while they were having coffee at Café Soleil, Selma mentioned the Chess Championship that was the next day. Harry knew, for Ron had found some way for it to come up in conversation and played Harry. (Where Harry always lost badly.)
"It's going to be great. Hamlet Lousse is a very good player," Selma said pouring herself more coffee. "He lost to Ron about two years ago, only because he had made a wrong move. They say he's rising back up, he's been playing small chess tournaments in France."
"Ron's pretty good though. four-five times in a row champ?" Harry said.
Selma nodded. "So you want to meet there?"
Harry smiled. "Sure. I don't know what seat I have-"
"You probably have Private box. Those are the best seats; they're almost on the board. You know, since Ron is your friend."
"Oh-well what seats do you have?" Harry asked. He remembered that Ron had told him it would be like an enlarged board like the one that was guarding the stone in their first year. It was probably exciting, having heard of the large stadium.
"Public, 2nd row. It is the best seats that I have ever gotten, I'm still pretty up close." Selma looked very happy with her seats. "Oh I just can't wait! Though I'll probably be late, because I get off work late. But still, I'll see you there." Selma worked at Flourish and Blotts.
Harry smiled as Selma checked her watch. "Wow, it's late. I have to go Harry, thank you for the coffee."
"No problem."
Selma smiled. Harry smiled. They had a moment where they just smiled at each other. Selma broke it. "Okay, bye." She waved and left and Harry saw her disapparate outside his window.
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next chapter I am pleased to pronounce will be the Chess Tournament. This is another chapter that talked more about relationships and there are some little things you should remember in this chapter and the one before it.