Summary: *Sequel to The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch Naturally, Harry thought all would be back to normal once he switched back, but since Voldemort has returned, betray is on the horizon as old friends become new enemies. H/H
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 1: Nice Pants
Harry Potter sat in the common room waiting for his friends to come down for breakfast. An hour had past and he had become quite bored. He was tired of being bored. He had just gotten out of the Hospital wing a couple days ago, and his time there was some of the most irritating. When he was by himself the whole morning, the only thing he had to occupy his time was studying. He was the type of guy that could have a million things to do, yet be bored once his relaxation time came.
Unfortunate for him at Hogwarts, he was the most accident-prone boy in his year, scratch that, his decade, and he seemed as if he was always cooped up in the Hospital Wing. Trouble always seemed to find him no matter what he was doing. For instance, just two weeks ago he had to come up against Voldemort, the most feared wizard of his day, and this was all while everyone thought he was in a coma. Harry had become so accustomed to chaos and commotion, that now he was bored with the norm.
Hermione Granger, his best friend, would always come to keep him company after, before, and even between classes. To put it lightly, she was always with Harry. While Harry was "sleeping", they had become better acquainted, and even a little physical. They both had expressed their feelings about the other to find that the other felt the same, yet Ron did not know about this. For the sake of their friendship, they kept their relationship a secret, and became friends with benefits.
Even though they had become "better" friends, Hermione, a studious person as she was, made sure that Harry kept up with his schoolwork while he was cooped up in his own hospital bed. At the end of the day or when the class was over, she would come to the hospital wing to give Harry his work. They would talk constantly for hours on end, and through there conversation Hermione found out how bored he was. Naturally as a good friend, she made sure he had plenty to do. She kept him up in his studies so well that she got him to be ahead as much as she. This was a deponent 360 from when he was back in the second and third year, but what could he say, it gave him something to do, it prepared him more for the next attack, plus because of his work Hermione liked him more.
Just the other day, Hermione and Harry were studying up in his room, and like a normal guy his mind started to wonder. Harry stared out of the little window in his room and thought, 'Wow, I wish I could be out there on my fire bolt now...You know, I don't think I studied this much the first three years combined.'
Hermione looked up from her work to see that his mind was wondering. She gave a small smile. She really did know how hard this was for him, and she was really proud of his progress. Then an idea hit her, and a little sparkle came to her eye. "Harry? If you study for one more hour I will give you a present." She said in a singsong voice.
Harry instantly turned his head at Hermione's beautiful voice. He asked with a little smile on his face. "What kind of present?"
Hermione bit her bottom lip with a smile tugging it lightly. "Well, you will just have to find out... won't you?"
Harry instantly mirrored Hermione's wicked little grin, and went back to his work with more diligence. Hermione looked at him adoringly for a couple more seconds before going back to her own work.
About an hour or so later, Madame Pomfrey came to escort Hermione out of Hospital Wing because visiting time was over for her. Dumbledore gave Hermione and Ron special visiting privileges. They could come and go as they pleased, but once Madame Pomfrey deemed it time for Harry to rest, then Madame Pomfrey had the right to kick them out. Hermione had been there for almost 5 hours stare. It was about 8:30 by now, and Madame Pomfrey believed it was time for a sick teen to have his rest.
Without even knocking, Madame Pomfrey barged right in the door calling, "Ok, it's time to go..." Harry and Hermione who were sitting right beside each other having a little snug fest instantly separated at her entrance. They tried to play it off as if they were studying, but their red faces and big smirks gave them away.
This was not the first time Madame Pomfrey had caught them together not by a long shot, but she never said a word. She knew that they were good kids, and she did not mind them kissing every once and a while. Actually, she believed that they deserved each other. They had gone through so much in there short lives, that she believed they both deserved a little happiness.
Ignoring their red and embarrassed faces, Madame Pomfrey delivered the message she came to give. "Ms. Granger its time for you to leave." Out of sheer embarrassment, Hermione without complaints picked up her books and said goodbye. Madame Pomfrey pondered, 'Actually, I like it better when I caught them kissing. Hermione always leaves faster without any complaints from either of them.'
Harry was able to leave the hospital wing after a two-week stay, but when he went back to his life as usual, everyone kept away from him as if he was some kind of disease. Dumbledore had taken the liberty of erasing the student's memories of Neville having Harry's personality, but he was not able to erase the fact that for the past two months everyone believed he was dead. When he walked through the halls, students would pass by him and gawk. The thing that got on his nerves the most was the fact that some of the first years had started come up to him and touching his cloak to make sure he was real and not some ghost.
Neville, on the other hand, was pleased with the new response people were giving him. Even though Neville was still his shy and quit self, he now had a new found respect from the rest of the student body. People would speak to him in the halls, and he even gained a new group of friends that he could hang out with. Best of all, Malfoy would not come near him with a ten foot pole.
The days after his release were quite pleasant. Even though the rest of the student population became unspeakable, he and his three friends became inseparable. They ate together, studied together, and relaxed together. Every once in awhile, Harry and Hermione would sneak off together to go 'study' some more on 'other subjects'.
Now that the two did not have the privacy of the hospital room, they had found other locations to be alone. Everyone in the whole of Gryffindor house knew of their attraction to one another, except Ron, and it appeared that he was not going to open his eyes anytime soon.
Ron had admitted his attraction to Hermione back in the fifth year, but he had not yet had the courage to say anything. This little bit of information plagued Harry's mind constantly. The fact that Ron had the gumption to tell Harry about this feeling for her was a really big step for him, and now that Harry could not return the favor made him feel even worse.
Ron finally came down the stairs dressed in a nice pair of kakis and a nice polo shirt. He had his school robes over his clothes and his finger laying over his left shoulder trying to do the GQ look. Ron was starting to become as bad as a girl with the amount of time he spent in the bathroom. He was always trying to make sure he looked perfect, but unbeknownst to him, the girl he was trying to impress only had eyes for another.
Ron came to the bottom step of the stairs and without even a daily greeting he struck a pose and asked, "How do I look?"
Harry could not stop himself from laughing. While trying to put on a similarly serious expression of worry, he asked through chuckles, "You know you are turning into a girl right?"
Ron finally released himself from his pose, and put down his books by the chair Harry was sitting in. "Harry I am serious. How do I look...Dateable?"
"Sorry Ron. I don't swing that way." Harry said through more laughter.
"Not for you, you prat. Hermione. Do you think she would like it?"
Harry leaned back in his chair. "Well, she did always have a thing for guys out of uniform. Why are you all of a sudden worried about what she thinks."
Ron took in a deep breath then let it out. "Today is the day."
Harry started to laugh at his seriousness. "What are you going to propose are something?"
"Not quite, I am going to ask her out..."
Instantly he stopped laughing, and his face went pale. He sat up in his chair, and in a note of panic he stated. "What?"
"That's right I am going to ask out Hermione today. I have it all planed out perfect. First I am going to invite her to take a walk with me after classes...."
While Ron drowned on and on, Harry's mind wondered back to what he said. This could not be happening. Harry kept thinking, 'How could he be so dense?'
"Then I am going to invite her to this fancy restaurant in Hogsmead. Since tomorrow is Hogsmead weekend, I thought today would be perfect for me to ask. Well, how does that sound. Do you think she would say yes?" Ron waited anxiously for reassurance by his best friend.
"Ahh.. ummm... I don't.." Harry stumbled over his words trying to find the best way to say something to discourage what he was about to do, but he could not think of anything.
"Wow, I have made the great Harry Potter speechless. I know it's a little much, but she is worth it all."
Before Harry could dispute him any more, Hermione came bouncing down the stairs. She was in good mood, and gave everyone a quick "Morning", before reaching the bottom step.
Harry still in shock flashed her a forced grin to wish her morning too.
Noticing his pale complexion, Hermione went straight to Harry total ignoring Ron's prompts for her to comment on how he was dressed. "Oh Harry, Are you all right. Do you feel sick? You look so pale." She instantly went up to him, and pressed her palm on his forehead to make sure he did not have a fever.
The fact that Hermione was total preoccupied by Harry caused Ron to be even more jealous. He thought, 'This kind of thing will all go away once she is with me.' Harry took her hands off his face, and while still holding them he said softly, "Don't worry Hermione, I feel quite fine. Let's just go ahead to Breakfast, I just need some food."
Hermione just nodded her head hesitantly, but still kept an eye on him. She knew him well enough to know he was keeping something from her, and it was not a good thing. They both headed to the exit of the common room when the heard a loud "Great" from behind them. They turned to see Ron looking through all his pockets. This finally brought to Hermione attention that Ron was wearing something different then usual.
Ron looked again through his robe pockets before speaking. "I left my wand upstairs. I will be right back." Ron started to run up the stairs, but he paused when he heard Hermione calling his name. Ron looked down at her standing right beside Harry, and answered, "Yes."
She smiled wickedly at him and said, "Nice pants."
Ron's ears started to turn red, and he turned to leave before she could see that his whole face was starting to turn that color.
Once Ron was totally out of ear shoot, Hermione turned back to Harry. "So what's up?"
Harry took her hands in his looked around. "We don't have too much time, but I just wanted to do this before the day starts." He leaned in closer and stole a sweet kiss from Hermione.
When they broke apart, she looked to him worriedly. "Harry, you are acting very strange. What's going on?"
"I need to speak with you alone." Harry's look of worry bore into Hermione giving her a bad feeling.
Hermione kept her eyes locked with his. "About what, please tell me what happened?"
Ron started to come down the stairs again. "Sorry it took so long. I had a hard time find it..."
Harry looked Hermione straight in the eye seriously. "Meet me in the room behind the spiny newt on the third floor before lunch starts."
Hermione nodded her head quickly, and gave his hands a squeeze before letting it go.
Ron came around the corner and continued to speak. "That little buger was hiding underneath my bed. It must have slipped off in the night stand because you know how much I try to take care of my wand. I don't want anything to happen to it like second year."
Harry forced a little chuckle. "Yeah, we would not want that to happen."
While putting on his school robes, Ron asked, "Ready to go?"
Harry replied, "Yeah lets go."
With that they all started to head out of the common room again together, but Hermione lagged behind, as worry started to seep into her thoughts.
*
I know it's slow in the beginning, but just wait, its going to get good. :)
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 1: Nice Pants
Harry Potter sat in the common room waiting for his friends to come down for breakfast. An hour had past and he had become quite bored. He was tired of being bored. He had just gotten out of the Hospital wing a couple days ago, and his time there was some of the most irritating. When he was by himself the whole morning, the only thing he had to occupy his time was studying. He was the type of guy that could have a million things to do, yet be bored once his relaxation time came.
Unfortunate for him at Hogwarts, he was the most accident-prone boy in his year, scratch that, his decade, and he seemed as if he was always cooped up in the Hospital Wing. Trouble always seemed to find him no matter what he was doing. For instance, just two weeks ago he had to come up against Voldemort, the most feared wizard of his day, and this was all while everyone thought he was in a coma. Harry had become so accustomed to chaos and commotion, that now he was bored with the norm.
Hermione Granger, his best friend, would always come to keep him company after, before, and even between classes. To put it lightly, she was always with Harry. While Harry was "sleeping", they had become better acquainted, and even a little physical. They both had expressed their feelings about the other to find that the other felt the same, yet Ron did not know about this. For the sake of their friendship, they kept their relationship a secret, and became friends with benefits.
Even though they had become "better" friends, Hermione, a studious person as she was, made sure that Harry kept up with his schoolwork while he was cooped up in his own hospital bed. At the end of the day or when the class was over, she would come to the hospital wing to give Harry his work. They would talk constantly for hours on end, and through there conversation Hermione found out how bored he was. Naturally as a good friend, she made sure he had plenty to do. She kept him up in his studies so well that she got him to be ahead as much as she. This was a deponent 360 from when he was back in the second and third year, but what could he say, it gave him something to do, it prepared him more for the next attack, plus because of his work Hermione liked him more.
Just the other day, Hermione and Harry were studying up in his room, and like a normal guy his mind started to wonder. Harry stared out of the little window in his room and thought, 'Wow, I wish I could be out there on my fire bolt now...You know, I don't think I studied this much the first three years combined.'
Hermione looked up from her work to see that his mind was wondering. She gave a small smile. She really did know how hard this was for him, and she was really proud of his progress. Then an idea hit her, and a little sparkle came to her eye. "Harry? If you study for one more hour I will give you a present." She said in a singsong voice.
Harry instantly turned his head at Hermione's beautiful voice. He asked with a little smile on his face. "What kind of present?"
Hermione bit her bottom lip with a smile tugging it lightly. "Well, you will just have to find out... won't you?"
Harry instantly mirrored Hermione's wicked little grin, and went back to his work with more diligence. Hermione looked at him adoringly for a couple more seconds before going back to her own work.
About an hour or so later, Madame Pomfrey came to escort Hermione out of Hospital Wing because visiting time was over for her. Dumbledore gave Hermione and Ron special visiting privileges. They could come and go as they pleased, but once Madame Pomfrey deemed it time for Harry to rest, then Madame Pomfrey had the right to kick them out. Hermione had been there for almost 5 hours stare. It was about 8:30 by now, and Madame Pomfrey believed it was time for a sick teen to have his rest.
Without even knocking, Madame Pomfrey barged right in the door calling, "Ok, it's time to go..." Harry and Hermione who were sitting right beside each other having a little snug fest instantly separated at her entrance. They tried to play it off as if they were studying, but their red faces and big smirks gave them away.
This was not the first time Madame Pomfrey had caught them together not by a long shot, but she never said a word. She knew that they were good kids, and she did not mind them kissing every once and a while. Actually, she believed that they deserved each other. They had gone through so much in there short lives, that she believed they both deserved a little happiness.
Ignoring their red and embarrassed faces, Madame Pomfrey delivered the message she came to give. "Ms. Granger its time for you to leave." Out of sheer embarrassment, Hermione without complaints picked up her books and said goodbye. Madame Pomfrey pondered, 'Actually, I like it better when I caught them kissing. Hermione always leaves faster without any complaints from either of them.'
Harry was able to leave the hospital wing after a two-week stay, but when he went back to his life as usual, everyone kept away from him as if he was some kind of disease. Dumbledore had taken the liberty of erasing the student's memories of Neville having Harry's personality, but he was not able to erase the fact that for the past two months everyone believed he was dead. When he walked through the halls, students would pass by him and gawk. The thing that got on his nerves the most was the fact that some of the first years had started come up to him and touching his cloak to make sure he was real and not some ghost.
Neville, on the other hand, was pleased with the new response people were giving him. Even though Neville was still his shy and quit self, he now had a new found respect from the rest of the student body. People would speak to him in the halls, and he even gained a new group of friends that he could hang out with. Best of all, Malfoy would not come near him with a ten foot pole.
The days after his release were quite pleasant. Even though the rest of the student population became unspeakable, he and his three friends became inseparable. They ate together, studied together, and relaxed together. Every once in awhile, Harry and Hermione would sneak off together to go 'study' some more on 'other subjects'.
Now that the two did not have the privacy of the hospital room, they had found other locations to be alone. Everyone in the whole of Gryffindor house knew of their attraction to one another, except Ron, and it appeared that he was not going to open his eyes anytime soon.
Ron had admitted his attraction to Hermione back in the fifth year, but he had not yet had the courage to say anything. This little bit of information plagued Harry's mind constantly. The fact that Ron had the gumption to tell Harry about this feeling for her was a really big step for him, and now that Harry could not return the favor made him feel even worse.
Ron finally came down the stairs dressed in a nice pair of kakis and a nice polo shirt. He had his school robes over his clothes and his finger laying over his left shoulder trying to do the GQ look. Ron was starting to become as bad as a girl with the amount of time he spent in the bathroom. He was always trying to make sure he looked perfect, but unbeknownst to him, the girl he was trying to impress only had eyes for another.
Ron came to the bottom step of the stairs and without even a daily greeting he struck a pose and asked, "How do I look?"
Harry could not stop himself from laughing. While trying to put on a similarly serious expression of worry, he asked through chuckles, "You know you are turning into a girl right?"
Ron finally released himself from his pose, and put down his books by the chair Harry was sitting in. "Harry I am serious. How do I look...Dateable?"
"Sorry Ron. I don't swing that way." Harry said through more laughter.
"Not for you, you prat. Hermione. Do you think she would like it?"
Harry leaned back in his chair. "Well, she did always have a thing for guys out of uniform. Why are you all of a sudden worried about what she thinks."
Ron took in a deep breath then let it out. "Today is the day."
Harry started to laugh at his seriousness. "What are you going to propose are something?"
"Not quite, I am going to ask her out..."
Instantly he stopped laughing, and his face went pale. He sat up in his chair, and in a note of panic he stated. "What?"
"That's right I am going to ask out Hermione today. I have it all planed out perfect. First I am going to invite her to take a walk with me after classes...."
While Ron drowned on and on, Harry's mind wondered back to what he said. This could not be happening. Harry kept thinking, 'How could he be so dense?'
"Then I am going to invite her to this fancy restaurant in Hogsmead. Since tomorrow is Hogsmead weekend, I thought today would be perfect for me to ask. Well, how does that sound. Do you think she would say yes?" Ron waited anxiously for reassurance by his best friend.
"Ahh.. ummm... I don't.." Harry stumbled over his words trying to find the best way to say something to discourage what he was about to do, but he could not think of anything.
"Wow, I have made the great Harry Potter speechless. I know it's a little much, but she is worth it all."
Before Harry could dispute him any more, Hermione came bouncing down the stairs. She was in good mood, and gave everyone a quick "Morning", before reaching the bottom step.
Harry still in shock flashed her a forced grin to wish her morning too.
Noticing his pale complexion, Hermione went straight to Harry total ignoring Ron's prompts for her to comment on how he was dressed. "Oh Harry, Are you all right. Do you feel sick? You look so pale." She instantly went up to him, and pressed her palm on his forehead to make sure he did not have a fever.
The fact that Hermione was total preoccupied by Harry caused Ron to be even more jealous. He thought, 'This kind of thing will all go away once she is with me.' Harry took her hands off his face, and while still holding them he said softly, "Don't worry Hermione, I feel quite fine. Let's just go ahead to Breakfast, I just need some food."
Hermione just nodded her head hesitantly, but still kept an eye on him. She knew him well enough to know he was keeping something from her, and it was not a good thing. They both headed to the exit of the common room when the heard a loud "Great" from behind them. They turned to see Ron looking through all his pockets. This finally brought to Hermione attention that Ron was wearing something different then usual.
Ron looked again through his robe pockets before speaking. "I left my wand upstairs. I will be right back." Ron started to run up the stairs, but he paused when he heard Hermione calling his name. Ron looked down at her standing right beside Harry, and answered, "Yes."
She smiled wickedly at him and said, "Nice pants."
Ron's ears started to turn red, and he turned to leave before she could see that his whole face was starting to turn that color.
Once Ron was totally out of ear shoot, Hermione turned back to Harry. "So what's up?"
Harry took her hands in his looked around. "We don't have too much time, but I just wanted to do this before the day starts." He leaned in closer and stole a sweet kiss from Hermione.
When they broke apart, she looked to him worriedly. "Harry, you are acting very strange. What's going on?"
"I need to speak with you alone." Harry's look of worry bore into Hermione giving her a bad feeling.
Hermione kept her eyes locked with his. "About what, please tell me what happened?"
Ron started to come down the stairs again. "Sorry it took so long. I had a hard time find it..."
Harry looked Hermione straight in the eye seriously. "Meet me in the room behind the spiny newt on the third floor before lunch starts."
Hermione nodded her head quickly, and gave his hands a squeeze before letting it go.
Ron came around the corner and continued to speak. "That little buger was hiding underneath my bed. It must have slipped off in the night stand because you know how much I try to take care of my wand. I don't want anything to happen to it like second year."
Harry forced a little chuckle. "Yeah, we would not want that to happen."
While putting on his school robes, Ron asked, "Ready to go?"
Harry replied, "Yeah lets go."
With that they all started to head out of the common room again together, but Hermione lagged behind, as worry started to seep into her thoughts.
*
I know it's slow in the beginning, but just wait, its going to get good. :)
Monday