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CHAPTER 10: Glorious Reunion
The following mornings were a most awkward silence. Ron wasn't talking because he was still confused and sad about the whole Hermione situation. Malfoy was confused with the whole Selma situation and seemed to have a lot on his mind and Harry didn't want to speak with Ron because it wouldn't be helpful and he had nothing to say to Malfoy. Then one night, Greg informed them that Selma was there to talk to Harry.
Harry looked at Malfoy, who hid his face behind a book, and got up. He walked outside and sat at the water fountain by Selma. It was quiet.
Selma turned to Harry. "I liked him- before Lisa ever met him... I continued to for some years, and then I- held it no longer. We kissed... he rejected me, think he was confused, so I showed Draco Lisa's diaries. He understood and for the first time, I think he actually loved me in return."
Harry played with dirt.
"But- I was with you at the time. Harry, I really like you, I really do." Selma said trying to take his hand, but Harry kept pulling them back. "But- I love- him."
Harry looked at her bemused and irritated. "Him? Filthy lying Slytherin-" Harry was trying to name all the bad things ignoring Selma's replies. "Do you remember him at Hogwarts? God, he looked ready to Avada Kedavra all the muggle borns-" This was a time Harry remembered why he hated Malfoy so much. How had he won on love?
"Harry- Draco has this side to him that not many people have seen. Just his determination, his passion. Look I'm not going to explain it but he had never lied about his wife and feelings, he truly felt pain."
Harry looked at her. Everything was falling apart. "He still wears his ring." Selma looked back at him. "I do not expect Draco will forget her... and I do not want to take her place. He just needs to know that she's gone, and finish any business dealing with her." Selma got up. "It's late, I have to go. We will- still hang out, sometimes, possibly?"
Harry closed his eyes and did a slight nod and she turned to leave. As she was walking Harry called, "His business- what do you mean?"
Selma looked at him and opened her mouth. Her eyes looked guilty and frightened. Then she closed her mouth and walked away.
Harry sat there for a while. He wanted to go home. He thought angrily that this was the worst year ever. What life was this, he didn't understand it, didn't understand why everything was going so wrong. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts as a student, back to 17 before all this ever happened. Harry knew it was only going to get worse.
Then Harry heard yelling and quickly jumped up. It was coming from Malfoy's room and he rushed into it. When he entered he saw Malfoy against the wall, Ron pushing him against it grabbing his shirt.
"Ron!" Harry said. "I thought we all weren't talking now you're fighting." Harry said shaking his head.
"You don't know the reason!" Ron yelled as he held Malfoy against the wall and pointed on the bed.
Harry took one look at the page and knew what it was. Malfoy was the one causing those dreams Hermione was having.
"Spill! Spill, you dirty bastard!" Ron said, holding him tighter. Malfoy punched him but then Ron got him again.
"Spill what?" Malfoy asked. He turned to Harry. "You know what my life has been- I had nothing else to resort too. I had to cause her some pain, because I wasn't ready to actually do it."
"So you thought you turn all secret and smart and read some books- think you could expose me by catching me going to her house in the act! Who's been helping you, I know you're a thick when it comes to these things." Ron demanded. Harry's mind was racing as Malfoy grabbed hold of Ron's hair and pushed him back.
"Selma." Harry said.
Ron looked at Harry as Malfoy stood by the corner, shirt lose and parts unbuttoned. He started fixing it.
"The day we bumped into each other- you had those books didn't you? You were at the park that one day, probably talking to Selma before I bumped into her- at the chess game you had a sack- filled with your wife's diaries. You read it then something in it must of made you realize something because then you went to Selma to apologize." Harry looked at Malfoy. "It doesn't matter if you guys were mad at each other- she was still helping you- with these stupid dream books that clearly could be mastered if you were in a Divination class which Selma went into at Hogwarts!"
"That's right. She never wanted to hurt Granger a lot, but Lisa was her best friend and she felt she had to do something." Malfoy smirked. "There. Happy now? No more mysteries."
********
Clearly, none of them were in the mood to going back to the ruins of Hogwarts and meeting old classmates. But all of them dressed nicely, ties, used floo powder to go into Hagrid's old cottage.
"We sure do a lot of floo powder when people can't apparate." Malfoy commented. No one said anything and they walked out.
Harry heard the sudden sound of strong trumpets and talking. Harry asked Ron to stay back awhile while Malfoy went ahead.
"Look, I hope you don't act all gloomy because of the Hermione situation." Harry said softly.
"I'll be fine." Ron said.
"I mean you guys were in love, but at least you weren't too attached, right?" Harry asked. "It's time we all move on." Harry wanted to move to his own world.
Ron sighed. "Harry- I lied. About the sleeping over thing," Ron face looked guilty. Harry frowned. "It's just, I know you have a memory charm and all but- if you didn't you would of gone berserk if you even heard we were together, I didn't want to imagine how you'd react when you found out that we were together- like *that*. I'm sorry, Harry."
Harry felt disgusted. Inside and out. Inside, where the 22 year old still lived was disgusted because his best friend had lied to him. On the outside, where 16 year old Harry lived was disgusted because he again had the popping thought of Ron and Hermione kissing avidly, removing each others clothes...
"Harry, are you okay? Do you understand what I'm saying?" Ron asked with a serious and concerned face.
"Yeah. I do." Harry said. "But then- If you love her so much, then maybe you should go back to her house, go see her, tell her how you feel, get all the info and make up. I mean I know with Hermione's records that you may never live together happily and free but there are other ways." Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Who cares about others, do what you want, do what you need."
Ron looked up. He smiled slightly. "Yeah, you're right."
They started walking. "Aren't I always?" Harry said smiling. "Sometimes we base our actions on passion and pain. We must learn to live peacefully." Harry looked down. What he didn't know that peace would not exist the next days of his journey.
**
"Welcome to the five year reunion." The woman smiled and handed both Ron and Harry a brochure. "You may tour the ruins, or have some drinks with your old school friends."
Ron and Harry nodded as they caught notice of the trumpet players. "She sounded weird." Harry said as he heard her say the exact same things in the same tone and everything.
"Well of course, she's a Volunteer Muggle."
"A what?"
Ron looked at Harry. "A Volunteer Muggle. You know, like Greg and Georgia? Don't you notice when I clap a certain way Greg immediately comes and does chores and Georgia does it as well? When people don't want little house elves hanging around, they see if any muggles had volunteered to be one, pretty sad that they would throw away their lives like that. They're better at keeping your secrets."
Harry frowned. Greg and Georgia seemed so real... but yet they never seemed to have pure personality.
"See, that's why I could tell them about Hannah and all. Don't feel sorry for them, they did volunteer to do so and it's not painful at all the potion they have to drink."
Harry raised his eyebrows and got some punch.
"Ronald Weasley, long time no see." Harry looked up and saw Dean Thomas slapping hands with Ron. Then he looked at Harry. "Harry Potter? Even more longer time no see." He shook Harry's hand.
"So- where's Hannah?" Dean said, winking.
"Dean saw Hannah and me dancing when we traveled to Spain." Ron explained. Then he turned to Dean. "I thought it was only Hogwarts students that could come?"
"No, no, see right there talking to Parvati Patil? Fiancé." Harry smiled as he saw a tall black woman with long hair gently hit Parvati in a playful way, laughing her head off.
"Quite gloomy really." Dean said getting a sad expression on his face. "Barely any Gryffindor's here. Parvati stands the only girl and we the three boys."
Harry was about to ask about Seamus and Lavender, but Ron gave him a look.
"Look, I'll catch up with you later, When Sheila starts laughing, she never stops." Dean smiled and went over to them.
"Seamus and Lavender were killed on the last day, after class when You- Know- Who attacked."
"Oh." Harry said. That's depressing. Harry saw some Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Malfoy was standing arms crossed as Goyle and Crabbe stood together talking. They looked like wrestlers. Harry also saw other people and children; he supposed that some people had families. Then Harry noticed a pack of reporters and no other then Percy Weasley talking to them.
"Not much to see." Ron said, then he noticed Percy and quickly suggested they explore the castle.
They walked and saw it wasn't as large as it use to be. The Great Hall looked good, with tables set neatly. There was one room by a large window that had a bunch of pretty clean for their age. Many people stopped to say hi, whom some they didn't know, asking Ron for his autograph and being shocked that Harry Potter was there (and asking for autographs sometimes as well.)
Ron yawned. "Pretty boring, just a bit." After a few minutes they went to the Great Hall and ate by Dean and Parvati's families. Parvati turned out to be married to a man in the ministry and they had two boys, one four one five, who played a lot, breaking their glasses. Sheila talked a lot, laughing at the simplest things and kissing Dean on the cheek often. But one thing caught Harry's attention.
"Look. It was my grandmothers, always scared that someone would come and attack her." Sheila held up a small gold box. "Very powerful and rare. All you have to do is open it in front of an evil opponent and he'll disappear into this box."
"Scary. Any accidents?" Ron asked.
"Well yeah. But it only sucks people who want to destroy things and become extremely powerful."
"Best not to open that near any Slytherins." Harry commented.
Sheila burst into loud fits of laughter and everyone else at the table chuckled a little.
"I wonder why there are no teachers." Parvati wondered suddenly. Then at that moment, about 20 'Volunteer Muggles' went up.
"Welcome! I hope that you are having fun." Said one of them. People exchanged glances. "Quite a small crowd, those gone got a taste of Voldemort didn't they?"
Ron and Harry exchanged glances.
"But we all must start small, especially if you were put in an ice cube for the past five years." The woman smiled.
Harry stood up abruptly and the woman and him stared at each other. Harry glanced at the people.
People stood up, unsure what to do then all of the Volunteer muggles took of their suits and revealed wands and ropes. Then they split into two, making a space for someone to walk through. Then someone tall walked into it. People screamed. Voldemort.
He smiled. The doors closed. "You believed teachers would set up such a stupid reunion? But it's not stupid is it?" Voldemort got out his wand. "It's a Glorious Reunion."
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you should have expected he'd come!
And I don't expect any of you to really feel the relationship of Malfoy and Selma but I may write a story bout him and Selma being his love interest.
Also if any of you guys were suspicious with malfoy saying things like 'I know what *you* are' and Ron clapping the back of his hands and all that stuff you now know what they are!
CHAPTER 10: Glorious Reunion
The following mornings were a most awkward silence. Ron wasn't talking because he was still confused and sad about the whole Hermione situation. Malfoy was confused with the whole Selma situation and seemed to have a lot on his mind and Harry didn't want to speak with Ron because it wouldn't be helpful and he had nothing to say to Malfoy. Then one night, Greg informed them that Selma was there to talk to Harry.
Harry looked at Malfoy, who hid his face behind a book, and got up. He walked outside and sat at the water fountain by Selma. It was quiet.
Selma turned to Harry. "I liked him- before Lisa ever met him... I continued to for some years, and then I- held it no longer. We kissed... he rejected me, think he was confused, so I showed Draco Lisa's diaries. He understood and for the first time, I think he actually loved me in return."
Harry played with dirt.
"But- I was with you at the time. Harry, I really like you, I really do." Selma said trying to take his hand, but Harry kept pulling them back. "But- I love- him."
Harry looked at her bemused and irritated. "Him? Filthy lying Slytherin-" Harry was trying to name all the bad things ignoring Selma's replies. "Do you remember him at Hogwarts? God, he looked ready to Avada Kedavra all the muggle borns-" This was a time Harry remembered why he hated Malfoy so much. How had he won on love?
"Harry- Draco has this side to him that not many people have seen. Just his determination, his passion. Look I'm not going to explain it but he had never lied about his wife and feelings, he truly felt pain."
Harry looked at her. Everything was falling apart. "He still wears his ring." Selma looked back at him. "I do not expect Draco will forget her... and I do not want to take her place. He just needs to know that she's gone, and finish any business dealing with her." Selma got up. "It's late, I have to go. We will- still hang out, sometimes, possibly?"
Harry closed his eyes and did a slight nod and she turned to leave. As she was walking Harry called, "His business- what do you mean?"
Selma looked at him and opened her mouth. Her eyes looked guilty and frightened. Then she closed her mouth and walked away.
Harry sat there for a while. He wanted to go home. He thought angrily that this was the worst year ever. What life was this, he didn't understand it, didn't understand why everything was going so wrong. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts as a student, back to 17 before all this ever happened. Harry knew it was only going to get worse.
Then Harry heard yelling and quickly jumped up. It was coming from Malfoy's room and he rushed into it. When he entered he saw Malfoy against the wall, Ron pushing him against it grabbing his shirt.
"Ron!" Harry said. "I thought we all weren't talking now you're fighting." Harry said shaking his head.
"You don't know the reason!" Ron yelled as he held Malfoy against the wall and pointed on the bed.
Harry took one look at the page and knew what it was. Malfoy was the one causing those dreams Hermione was having.
"Spill! Spill, you dirty bastard!" Ron said, holding him tighter. Malfoy punched him but then Ron got him again.
"Spill what?" Malfoy asked. He turned to Harry. "You know what my life has been- I had nothing else to resort too. I had to cause her some pain, because I wasn't ready to actually do it."
"So you thought you turn all secret and smart and read some books- think you could expose me by catching me going to her house in the act! Who's been helping you, I know you're a thick when it comes to these things." Ron demanded. Harry's mind was racing as Malfoy grabbed hold of Ron's hair and pushed him back.
"Selma." Harry said.
Ron looked at Harry as Malfoy stood by the corner, shirt lose and parts unbuttoned. He started fixing it.
"The day we bumped into each other- you had those books didn't you? You were at the park that one day, probably talking to Selma before I bumped into her- at the chess game you had a sack- filled with your wife's diaries. You read it then something in it must of made you realize something because then you went to Selma to apologize." Harry looked at Malfoy. "It doesn't matter if you guys were mad at each other- she was still helping you- with these stupid dream books that clearly could be mastered if you were in a Divination class which Selma went into at Hogwarts!"
"That's right. She never wanted to hurt Granger a lot, but Lisa was her best friend and she felt she had to do something." Malfoy smirked. "There. Happy now? No more mysteries."
********
Clearly, none of them were in the mood to going back to the ruins of Hogwarts and meeting old classmates. But all of them dressed nicely, ties, used floo powder to go into Hagrid's old cottage.
"We sure do a lot of floo powder when people can't apparate." Malfoy commented. No one said anything and they walked out.
Harry heard the sudden sound of strong trumpets and talking. Harry asked Ron to stay back awhile while Malfoy went ahead.
"Look, I hope you don't act all gloomy because of the Hermione situation." Harry said softly.
"I'll be fine." Ron said.
"I mean you guys were in love, but at least you weren't too attached, right?" Harry asked. "It's time we all move on." Harry wanted to move to his own world.
Ron sighed. "Harry- I lied. About the sleeping over thing," Ron face looked guilty. Harry frowned. "It's just, I know you have a memory charm and all but- if you didn't you would of gone berserk if you even heard we were together, I didn't want to imagine how you'd react when you found out that we were together- like *that*. I'm sorry, Harry."
Harry felt disgusted. Inside and out. Inside, where the 22 year old still lived was disgusted because his best friend had lied to him. On the outside, where 16 year old Harry lived was disgusted because he again had the popping thought of Ron and Hermione kissing avidly, removing each others clothes...
"Harry, are you okay? Do you understand what I'm saying?" Ron asked with a serious and concerned face.
"Yeah. I do." Harry said. "But then- If you love her so much, then maybe you should go back to her house, go see her, tell her how you feel, get all the info and make up. I mean I know with Hermione's records that you may never live together happily and free but there are other ways." Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Who cares about others, do what you want, do what you need."
Ron looked up. He smiled slightly. "Yeah, you're right."
They started walking. "Aren't I always?" Harry said smiling. "Sometimes we base our actions on passion and pain. We must learn to live peacefully." Harry looked down. What he didn't know that peace would not exist the next days of his journey.
**
"Welcome to the five year reunion." The woman smiled and handed both Ron and Harry a brochure. "You may tour the ruins, or have some drinks with your old school friends."
Ron and Harry nodded as they caught notice of the trumpet players. "She sounded weird." Harry said as he heard her say the exact same things in the same tone and everything.
"Well of course, she's a Volunteer Muggle."
"A what?"
Ron looked at Harry. "A Volunteer Muggle. You know, like Greg and Georgia? Don't you notice when I clap a certain way Greg immediately comes and does chores and Georgia does it as well? When people don't want little house elves hanging around, they see if any muggles had volunteered to be one, pretty sad that they would throw away their lives like that. They're better at keeping your secrets."
Harry frowned. Greg and Georgia seemed so real... but yet they never seemed to have pure personality.
"See, that's why I could tell them about Hannah and all. Don't feel sorry for them, they did volunteer to do so and it's not painful at all the potion they have to drink."
Harry raised his eyebrows and got some punch.
"Ronald Weasley, long time no see." Harry looked up and saw Dean Thomas slapping hands with Ron. Then he looked at Harry. "Harry Potter? Even more longer time no see." He shook Harry's hand.
"So- where's Hannah?" Dean said, winking.
"Dean saw Hannah and me dancing when we traveled to Spain." Ron explained. Then he turned to Dean. "I thought it was only Hogwarts students that could come?"
"No, no, see right there talking to Parvati Patil? Fiancé." Harry smiled as he saw a tall black woman with long hair gently hit Parvati in a playful way, laughing her head off.
"Quite gloomy really." Dean said getting a sad expression on his face. "Barely any Gryffindor's here. Parvati stands the only girl and we the three boys."
Harry was about to ask about Seamus and Lavender, but Ron gave him a look.
"Look, I'll catch up with you later, When Sheila starts laughing, she never stops." Dean smiled and went over to them.
"Seamus and Lavender were killed on the last day, after class when You- Know- Who attacked."
"Oh." Harry said. That's depressing. Harry saw some Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Malfoy was standing arms crossed as Goyle and Crabbe stood together talking. They looked like wrestlers. Harry also saw other people and children; he supposed that some people had families. Then Harry noticed a pack of reporters and no other then Percy Weasley talking to them.
"Not much to see." Ron said, then he noticed Percy and quickly suggested they explore the castle.
They walked and saw it wasn't as large as it use to be. The Great Hall looked good, with tables set neatly. There was one room by a large window that had a bunch of pretty clean for their age. Many people stopped to say hi, whom some they didn't know, asking Ron for his autograph and being shocked that Harry Potter was there (and asking for autographs sometimes as well.)
Ron yawned. "Pretty boring, just a bit." After a few minutes they went to the Great Hall and ate by Dean and Parvati's families. Parvati turned out to be married to a man in the ministry and they had two boys, one four one five, who played a lot, breaking their glasses. Sheila talked a lot, laughing at the simplest things and kissing Dean on the cheek often. But one thing caught Harry's attention.
"Look. It was my grandmothers, always scared that someone would come and attack her." Sheila held up a small gold box. "Very powerful and rare. All you have to do is open it in front of an evil opponent and he'll disappear into this box."
"Scary. Any accidents?" Ron asked.
"Well yeah. But it only sucks people who want to destroy things and become extremely powerful."
"Best not to open that near any Slytherins." Harry commented.
Sheila burst into loud fits of laughter and everyone else at the table chuckled a little.
"I wonder why there are no teachers." Parvati wondered suddenly. Then at that moment, about 20 'Volunteer Muggles' went up.
"Welcome! I hope that you are having fun." Said one of them. People exchanged glances. "Quite a small crowd, those gone got a taste of Voldemort didn't they?"
Ron and Harry exchanged glances.
"But we all must start small, especially if you were put in an ice cube for the past five years." The woman smiled.
Harry stood up abruptly and the woman and him stared at each other. Harry glanced at the people.
People stood up, unsure what to do then all of the Volunteer muggles took of their suits and revealed wands and ropes. Then they split into two, making a space for someone to walk through. Then someone tall walked into it. People screamed. Voldemort.
He smiled. The doors closed. "You believed teachers would set up such a stupid reunion? But it's not stupid is it?" Voldemort got out his wand. "It's a Glorious Reunion."
**********************
you should have expected he'd come!
And I don't expect any of you to really feel the relationship of Malfoy and Selma but I may write a story bout him and Selma being his love interest.
Also if any of you guys were suspicious with malfoy saying things like 'I know what *you* are' and Ron clapping the back of his hands and all that stuff you now know what they are!