THE WORLD'S HERO
I don't own Harry Potter. But I do like to kidnap his friends and him to star in my plights of fantasy.
Hermione Granger set bolt upright in her bed, clutching her chest, breathing deeply. Her nightgown clung to the subtle curves of her body due to the cold sweat produced from her nightmare. She looked around the dormatory. All the other 6th year girls were there with the exception of Pavarti Patril. She was home consulling her greiving mother after her father died as a peice of the World Trade center crushed him. He was an Auror trying to keep the building from killing all those people.
Hermione imagined Pavarti and her mother sitting around the table sipping tea, the atmosphere filled with mourning and heart ache. The back door flinging open all of the sudden, a pair of Deatheaters, wands raised screaming Avadra Kadavar!
Hermione shook the images of her dormmate and her mothers death from her head and stood from the warm four poster, creeping quietly to the door leading down the stair way to the Gryfindor common room.
But instead of going down, Miss Granger opted to go up and into the boys dorm, seeking reasurance from her best friend. She opened the door silently and stepped in, surprised to see the one she sought out for comfort sitting shirtless on the edge of his bed. His upper body shone with sweat and his raven hair was matted against his forehead as he hid his face in his hands.
Hermione didn't seek comfort from her best friend anymore. She sought to comfort him.
Moving gracefully to his bed, she sat down on it, giving him a jolt. He had fallen asleep with his face in his hands.
"'Mione..."
"Sorry Harry."
He didn't reply, just through his arms around her, clutching onto her. She embraced him back, whispering reassurance in his ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I had a nightmare..."
"World Trade Center?"
He only nodded against her.
"You had it too? Your nightgown's soaked with sweat..."
It was her turn to nod and also blush at his realization.
"I saw everyone die. Moody, other aurors, Pomfrey, Snape, Dumbledore..."
"It's okay." she cooed. "Snape and Dumbldore made it out alive."
"Moody and Pomfrey didn't. I got to know her so well with all the time I logged in the hospital wing..." Harry chuckled and Hermione tryed to lay him back down on his bed. He resisted.
"Harry, you need to sleep. Stop protesting."
"All that happens when I sleep is images of pain and suffering. I don't want to see that. I want happiness, peace."
Hermione couldent help but give her friend of five years a warm smile.
"I'm glad you feel that way because your the only one that can make it happen."
Harry cringed and stiffend in the embrace.
"I'm not a hero or a savior. I'm a 16 year old boy with a scar on his head who's plauged by nightmares and is on the receiving end of Voldemort's grudge. I just want to be normal. Have a normal life. I don't want to carry the world on my shoulders. I can't."
"I'm sorry Harry, But you are a Hero. You are a savior and you do have the weight of the world on your shoulders. I know it's hard. Your still just a child. A child that's never had a childhood, but grew up far to quickly. You are not alone, Harry. I will help you carry this blessed burden. I will be your support. The strong's strength. Because you will destroy Voldemort and shine light through the world in these dark times. Your the beakin of every wizards hope."
Harry hugged her tighter. She truley was his best friend. He cared about her more then anyone else. He would destroy Voldemort just so she wouldent have to see the world like this.
"Thank you, Hermione, but it is not your burden to bear. It's my resposibility, weather I want it or not its mine.
"How dare you!" She snuggled into his neck, her actions giving a far diffrent meaning then her words. "I would never let you do this alone. Not the person I care the most about."
Harry leaned away from his long time friend and studied her. Had she really just said that?
Hermione blinked at him. "Did I say something wrong?"
Harry gathered her up in his arms, hugging her just like before.
"The contrary. You said what I've been wanting to hear you say since I was eleven."
"Come on, Harry! I've always felt this way about you. You mean everything to me. Unfourtunatly you mean everything to everyone."
Harry leaned in slowly, his eyes dancing with something she'd never seen there before, but was sure her eyes were radiating the same feeling. then his lips brushed against hers, lingering for what in there world was only a second, but in reality had been minutes.
He pulled away, gazing into her eyes the entire time. Something was there. Lust? Love? Perhaps both?
Hermione opened her mouth to speak "Harry, I..." but he placed his finger against her lips and pulled her down to the bed with him, never breaking there tight embrace. He soon drifted off while she layed awake, pondering the kiss, the direction there life would take and why he didnt want to hear her confession of love, before finally falling asleep her self in the arms of the World's Hero.
If I get 10 reviews (20 would be nice...I'm an Author, sorta, so I can create elaborate acts of fantasy, hah hah.) I'll post the Prolog.
I don't own Harry Potter. But I do like to kidnap his friends and him to star in my plights of fantasy.
Hermione Granger set bolt upright in her bed, clutching her chest, breathing deeply. Her nightgown clung to the subtle curves of her body due to the cold sweat produced from her nightmare. She looked around the dormatory. All the other 6th year girls were there with the exception of Pavarti Patril. She was home consulling her greiving mother after her father died as a peice of the World Trade center crushed him. He was an Auror trying to keep the building from killing all those people.
Hermione imagined Pavarti and her mother sitting around the table sipping tea, the atmosphere filled with mourning and heart ache. The back door flinging open all of the sudden, a pair of Deatheaters, wands raised screaming Avadra Kadavar!
Hermione shook the images of her dormmate and her mothers death from her head and stood from the warm four poster, creeping quietly to the door leading down the stair way to the Gryfindor common room.
But instead of going down, Miss Granger opted to go up and into the boys dorm, seeking reasurance from her best friend. She opened the door silently and stepped in, surprised to see the one she sought out for comfort sitting shirtless on the edge of his bed. His upper body shone with sweat and his raven hair was matted against his forehead as he hid his face in his hands.
Hermione didn't seek comfort from her best friend anymore. She sought to comfort him.
Moving gracefully to his bed, she sat down on it, giving him a jolt. He had fallen asleep with his face in his hands.
"'Mione..."
"Sorry Harry."
He didn't reply, just through his arms around her, clutching onto her. She embraced him back, whispering reassurance in his ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I had a nightmare..."
"World Trade Center?"
He only nodded against her.
"You had it too? Your nightgown's soaked with sweat..."
It was her turn to nod and also blush at his realization.
"I saw everyone die. Moody, other aurors, Pomfrey, Snape, Dumbledore..."
"It's okay." she cooed. "Snape and Dumbldore made it out alive."
"Moody and Pomfrey didn't. I got to know her so well with all the time I logged in the hospital wing..." Harry chuckled and Hermione tryed to lay him back down on his bed. He resisted.
"Harry, you need to sleep. Stop protesting."
"All that happens when I sleep is images of pain and suffering. I don't want to see that. I want happiness, peace."
Hermione couldent help but give her friend of five years a warm smile.
"I'm glad you feel that way because your the only one that can make it happen."
Harry cringed and stiffend in the embrace.
"I'm not a hero or a savior. I'm a 16 year old boy with a scar on his head who's plauged by nightmares and is on the receiving end of Voldemort's grudge. I just want to be normal. Have a normal life. I don't want to carry the world on my shoulders. I can't."
"I'm sorry Harry, But you are a Hero. You are a savior and you do have the weight of the world on your shoulders. I know it's hard. Your still just a child. A child that's never had a childhood, but grew up far to quickly. You are not alone, Harry. I will help you carry this blessed burden. I will be your support. The strong's strength. Because you will destroy Voldemort and shine light through the world in these dark times. Your the beakin of every wizards hope."
Harry hugged her tighter. She truley was his best friend. He cared about her more then anyone else. He would destroy Voldemort just so she wouldent have to see the world like this.
"Thank you, Hermione, but it is not your burden to bear. It's my resposibility, weather I want it or not its mine.
"How dare you!" She snuggled into his neck, her actions giving a far diffrent meaning then her words. "I would never let you do this alone. Not the person I care the most about."
Harry leaned away from his long time friend and studied her. Had she really just said that?
Hermione blinked at him. "Did I say something wrong?"
Harry gathered her up in his arms, hugging her just like before.
"The contrary. You said what I've been wanting to hear you say since I was eleven."
"Come on, Harry! I've always felt this way about you. You mean everything to me. Unfourtunatly you mean everything to everyone."
Harry leaned in slowly, his eyes dancing with something she'd never seen there before, but was sure her eyes were radiating the same feeling. then his lips brushed against hers, lingering for what in there world was only a second, but in reality had been minutes.
He pulled away, gazing into her eyes the entire time. Something was there. Lust? Love? Perhaps both?
Hermione opened her mouth to speak "Harry, I..." but he placed his finger against her lips and pulled her down to the bed with him, never breaking there tight embrace. He soon drifted off while she layed awake, pondering the kiss, the direction there life would take and why he didnt want to hear her confession of love, before finally falling asleep her self in the arms of the World's Hero.
If I get 10 reviews (20 would be nice...I'm an Author, sorta, so I can create elaborate acts of fantasy, hah hah.) I'll post the Prolog.