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 5: Rude Awakenings
The sun rose the next morning on an empty bed in the Gryffindor sixth year dorm room. Ron wake up, yet lay in his bed half asleep. He could tell it was early morning, but something just didn't feel right. He sat up a little in his bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looked around his room. He propped himself on his elbow and noticed that Harry was not in his bed. He plopped back down on his pillow and closed his eyes again. He did not remember hearing Harry get up in the night, but when nature calls you have to answer. He lay in his bed half awake thinking, 'Should I go looking for him? He could just be in the bathroom...But what if he was sick or something? Hermione would never forgive me if I did not help him and he was sick... I will give him five more minutes then I will look for him.'
Ron lay in his nice warm covers going in and out of sleep, but once 25 minutes past, Ron threw the covers off of him and slid out of bed. He was not fully awake so making walking a difficult task. He kept bumping into things, and missing the doorways causing his shoulder to be hit.
He walked down the flight of stairs to the bathroom, and swung the door open. He shuffled inside with his eyes closed and screamed drossy, "Harry are you okkkkk." There was not an answer. So he stood listening with his eyes closed to see if anyone was there. He stood there for about five minutes until his mind registered that Harry was not in there. He thought, 'Now what should I do? I did try to find him, so I could go back to bed now.' Yet in the back of his mind, he had a nagging feeling that something was not right. This feeling pushed him to go forward though his body told him not to. He thought, 'Ok, if he is not in the common room, I give up, and it will be sleepy time for Ron again.' Ron smiled at his last thought, and slowly shuffled down the stairs.
His feet did not maneuver well down the steep steps and the fact that he did not want to open his eyes did not help. He came around the last turn to the common room, and finally made himself look around.
At first everything was a blur to his sleep filled eyes. He wiped them to look clearly again, but what he saw had to be a dream or a nightmare.
Hermione was in Harry's arms, and she was using his chest as a pillow. Harry had his head down on hers, and in his sleep he was wrapping his arms tightly around her. Ron watched as in her dream state Hermione snuggled closer to Harry with a smile.
Ron wiped his eyes again with a little more vaguer expecting the scene to change again, yet it did not. Ron was in shock. His whole body was awake now, but rather numb. He walked down the stairs still not convinced that this was real. 'It just can't be.' He circled the couch getting a better look at the sleeping couple. It just didn't make since at all. Harry and Hermione were just friends. Hermione was his girl. Ron looked around and saw Harry's invisibility cloak lying carelessly on the floor. 'Does he care at all about anything?'
Then Hermione moaned, "Harry" happily in her sleep. That was the last straw for Ron. He just could not take it.
Just like the water in a pot that hit its boil point, Ron burst out, "What the Hell?"
Sure enough that woke up the two, as well as the whole of the Gryffindor House. Harry and Hermione jumped at the announcement confused looking around trying to find what all the alarm was about.
Hermione was the first to see Ron's wild eyes. She quickly got out of Harry's arms, and tried to compose herself. "Ron it's not as bad as you think."
Ron still screaming replied, "I find that my girl has spent the night with my best friend, and you tell me it's not that bad."
Harry got up from his chair to support Hermione. "Ron, let us explain. Nothing happened really."
"So what happened? You were bringing her up to her bed, and yet you just did not get that far." Ron screamed.
Some of the other students were starting to come out of their rooms trying to find out what all the commotion was about. One after another, they all started descending the steps to look into the common room, yet no one dare go farther then the stairs.
"Yeah, that was pretty much what happened." Harry said honestly.
Ron looked at him confused, "Do you think I was born yesterday Harry? I know what happened."
Harry said to himself, "I have been wondering about that", but Ron did not hear him and he kept going on ranting.
"You had to go after Hermione didn't you. You knew I liked her. You knew I was going to ask her out. You knew that she was mine, yet you still could not let me be happy for once...For once Harry. I would have had someone of my own, but no you had to go after her."
Hermione decided to jump in now. "Ron I am not your girl. Did I not say I would not go out with you today?"
Ron turned to her chest fallen, "Today... Today, you said you could not."
Hermione folded her arms. "Well, I am sorry for making things clear enough for you yesterday."
Ron turned back on Harry. "See... What you have done? Now you have recruited her too into your little fan club."
Hermione took Harry's hand, yet did not look away from Ron. Harry started to get really angry at Ron's treatment of her, "Ron, you don't understand..." Harry released her hand and started to pass. "I couldn't tell you because you liked her so much. Ron don't you see I wanted to tell you, but well things happened."
Ron scuffed at this "Yeah like tonight." He commented to himself.
Harry continued ignoring his statement. "Ron this has nothing to do with you. It's about me and Hermione." Harry turned to Hermione. "I love her... and if you had just opened your eyes like the rest of the house, you would have known that."
Sound suddenly burst from the stairs at this proclamation. The whole common room was now on the stairs watching the seen play out. Comments were going around. "Are they a couple?" or "Why does she get to have all the fun?" Ginny and some of the other Harry admirers left at this announcement of his affection. Ron started to talk again and the stairs went quite.
Ron still with the same expression stated calmly through gritted teeth. "Well, if you were a real friend, you would have told me this instead of hiding it from me like some coward."
Hermione stepped closer to Ron trying to catch his attention, but he would not even look at her any more. "Ron, we did not tell you because we feared that you would react... you would react like this."
Ron finally turned to Hermione with beady eyes, "So when were you going to tell me when the baby arrived?"
Hermione turned from him in discuss. He did not have to hurt her like that.
The students all started talking at once. "Oh, is she pregnant? Is Harry going to be a father?" It was like watching a Muggle soap opera and they all were interested on trying to find out how it ended.
Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder, "We were going to tell you today. We had discussed it last night."
Ron looked at his hand with disgust, and whipped it off his shoulder like a piece of dirt. "Yes, Harry you did tell me today, and the whole common room. Why don't you let them have a turn questioning you..." Ron raised his voice to announce to the whole common room. "Why you and Hermione slept with each other last night?"
Harry stared daggers at Ron as he retreated out of the common room in a storm. The whole Gryffindor House came down at those words and sure enough everyone wanted a word with him and Hermione. People were poking her, and asking "So when is the baby due?" Hermione twisted and rived under everyone's touch until she could not take it any more and ran up to her room. Harry on the other hand stood strong midst the chaos not letting his eyes stray from his once friend.
*
Ron stomped around the school talking to himself trying to calm down. He did not know where he was going, but he just had to get out of there. He had to do something.
He stormed out onto the Quidditch pitch and started to storm around. "How could they do that? Well, that shows me that I have no friends." Ron kicked a near by quaffle lying around. "Harry Potter... That evil betraying Muggle lover. Why don't you go ahead and take your knife back from out of my back."
He kicked the ball so hard that it hit a near by bush. Ron then went over to the bench that was near by and sat down to wallow in self-pity. "He has taken everything I have ever wanted. He has taken my title of prefect, My title of captain of the Quidditch team, My title to popularity. Now he has taken my girl. I will get him... I will get him good..." An Evil grin spread across his face as million of little ideas of how to get back at him sprung to his mind.
*
Draco was running across the Quidditch pitch away from the forbidden forest. He was holding his right arm, and cursing under his breath. "Why do those meetings have to be so long and so painful?"
Draco stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice near by. He snuck in closer to see who it was, and if he would get in trouble for being out so late. He looked around and saw a red head storming around.
'Weasley... Why are you out so early?" Draco asked to himself while smiling evilly. He decided that he could spare a couple of minutes to find out what Weasley problem was. He always had time to pick on a lower being, and this was one of his favorites. He hid by a near by bush on the side of the pitch and listened on.
"Well, well Harry Potter is now an evil betraying Muggle lover. Isn't this an unexpected blessing?" Then Draco had to duck quickly while a bright red quaffel came headed straight towards him. The ball barley missed him, but this did not seem phase his happiness rather it made him even happier. "That boy has spunk that we could use... Yes he would be a great addition."
Draco quickly got up from the bushes and smoothly walked over to Ron, "Yeah Ron..." He called over the field with an evil grin. He rolled up his sleeves a little and waved to the red head that turned at his name. A black edge of a tattoo peeked out of the right side of Draco's arm.
*
This is where the plot begins. I hope you like.
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 5: Rude Awakenings
The sun rose the next morning on an empty bed in the Gryffindor sixth year dorm room. Ron wake up, yet lay in his bed half asleep. He could tell it was early morning, but something just didn't feel right. He sat up a little in his bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looked around his room. He propped himself on his elbow and noticed that Harry was not in his bed. He plopped back down on his pillow and closed his eyes again. He did not remember hearing Harry get up in the night, but when nature calls you have to answer. He lay in his bed half awake thinking, 'Should I go looking for him? He could just be in the bathroom...But what if he was sick or something? Hermione would never forgive me if I did not help him and he was sick... I will give him five more minutes then I will look for him.'
Ron lay in his nice warm covers going in and out of sleep, but once 25 minutes past, Ron threw the covers off of him and slid out of bed. He was not fully awake so making walking a difficult task. He kept bumping into things, and missing the doorways causing his shoulder to be hit.
He walked down the flight of stairs to the bathroom, and swung the door open. He shuffled inside with his eyes closed and screamed drossy, "Harry are you okkkkk." There was not an answer. So he stood listening with his eyes closed to see if anyone was there. He stood there for about five minutes until his mind registered that Harry was not in there. He thought, 'Now what should I do? I did try to find him, so I could go back to bed now.' Yet in the back of his mind, he had a nagging feeling that something was not right. This feeling pushed him to go forward though his body told him not to. He thought, 'Ok, if he is not in the common room, I give up, and it will be sleepy time for Ron again.' Ron smiled at his last thought, and slowly shuffled down the stairs.
His feet did not maneuver well down the steep steps and the fact that he did not want to open his eyes did not help. He came around the last turn to the common room, and finally made himself look around.
At first everything was a blur to his sleep filled eyes. He wiped them to look clearly again, but what he saw had to be a dream or a nightmare.
Hermione was in Harry's arms, and she was using his chest as a pillow. Harry had his head down on hers, and in his sleep he was wrapping his arms tightly around her. Ron watched as in her dream state Hermione snuggled closer to Harry with a smile.
Ron wiped his eyes again with a little more vaguer expecting the scene to change again, yet it did not. Ron was in shock. His whole body was awake now, but rather numb. He walked down the stairs still not convinced that this was real. 'It just can't be.' He circled the couch getting a better look at the sleeping couple. It just didn't make since at all. Harry and Hermione were just friends. Hermione was his girl. Ron looked around and saw Harry's invisibility cloak lying carelessly on the floor. 'Does he care at all about anything?'
Then Hermione moaned, "Harry" happily in her sleep. That was the last straw for Ron. He just could not take it.
Just like the water in a pot that hit its boil point, Ron burst out, "What the Hell?"
Sure enough that woke up the two, as well as the whole of the Gryffindor House. Harry and Hermione jumped at the announcement confused looking around trying to find what all the alarm was about.
Hermione was the first to see Ron's wild eyes. She quickly got out of Harry's arms, and tried to compose herself. "Ron it's not as bad as you think."
Ron still screaming replied, "I find that my girl has spent the night with my best friend, and you tell me it's not that bad."
Harry got up from his chair to support Hermione. "Ron, let us explain. Nothing happened really."
"So what happened? You were bringing her up to her bed, and yet you just did not get that far." Ron screamed.
Some of the other students were starting to come out of their rooms trying to find out what all the commotion was about. One after another, they all started descending the steps to look into the common room, yet no one dare go farther then the stairs.
"Yeah, that was pretty much what happened." Harry said honestly.
Ron looked at him confused, "Do you think I was born yesterday Harry? I know what happened."
Harry said to himself, "I have been wondering about that", but Ron did not hear him and he kept going on ranting.
"You had to go after Hermione didn't you. You knew I liked her. You knew I was going to ask her out. You knew that she was mine, yet you still could not let me be happy for once...For once Harry. I would have had someone of my own, but no you had to go after her."
Hermione decided to jump in now. "Ron I am not your girl. Did I not say I would not go out with you today?"
Ron turned to her chest fallen, "Today... Today, you said you could not."
Hermione folded her arms. "Well, I am sorry for making things clear enough for you yesterday."
Ron turned back on Harry. "See... What you have done? Now you have recruited her too into your little fan club."
Hermione took Harry's hand, yet did not look away from Ron. Harry started to get really angry at Ron's treatment of her, "Ron, you don't understand..." Harry released her hand and started to pass. "I couldn't tell you because you liked her so much. Ron don't you see I wanted to tell you, but well things happened."
Ron scuffed at this "Yeah like tonight." He commented to himself.
Harry continued ignoring his statement. "Ron this has nothing to do with you. It's about me and Hermione." Harry turned to Hermione. "I love her... and if you had just opened your eyes like the rest of the house, you would have known that."
Sound suddenly burst from the stairs at this proclamation. The whole common room was now on the stairs watching the seen play out. Comments were going around. "Are they a couple?" or "Why does she get to have all the fun?" Ginny and some of the other Harry admirers left at this announcement of his affection. Ron started to talk again and the stairs went quite.
Ron still with the same expression stated calmly through gritted teeth. "Well, if you were a real friend, you would have told me this instead of hiding it from me like some coward."
Hermione stepped closer to Ron trying to catch his attention, but he would not even look at her any more. "Ron, we did not tell you because we feared that you would react... you would react like this."
Ron finally turned to Hermione with beady eyes, "So when were you going to tell me when the baby arrived?"
Hermione turned from him in discuss. He did not have to hurt her like that.
The students all started talking at once. "Oh, is she pregnant? Is Harry going to be a father?" It was like watching a Muggle soap opera and they all were interested on trying to find out how it ended.
Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder, "We were going to tell you today. We had discussed it last night."
Ron looked at his hand with disgust, and whipped it off his shoulder like a piece of dirt. "Yes, Harry you did tell me today, and the whole common room. Why don't you let them have a turn questioning you..." Ron raised his voice to announce to the whole common room. "Why you and Hermione slept with each other last night?"
Harry stared daggers at Ron as he retreated out of the common room in a storm. The whole Gryffindor House came down at those words and sure enough everyone wanted a word with him and Hermione. People were poking her, and asking "So when is the baby due?" Hermione twisted and rived under everyone's touch until she could not take it any more and ran up to her room. Harry on the other hand stood strong midst the chaos not letting his eyes stray from his once friend.
*
Ron stomped around the school talking to himself trying to calm down. He did not know where he was going, but he just had to get out of there. He had to do something.
He stormed out onto the Quidditch pitch and started to storm around. "How could they do that? Well, that shows me that I have no friends." Ron kicked a near by quaffle lying around. "Harry Potter... That evil betraying Muggle lover. Why don't you go ahead and take your knife back from out of my back."
He kicked the ball so hard that it hit a near by bush. Ron then went over to the bench that was near by and sat down to wallow in self-pity. "He has taken everything I have ever wanted. He has taken my title of prefect, My title of captain of the Quidditch team, My title to popularity. Now he has taken my girl. I will get him... I will get him good..." An Evil grin spread across his face as million of little ideas of how to get back at him sprung to his mind.
*
Draco was running across the Quidditch pitch away from the forbidden forest. He was holding his right arm, and cursing under his breath. "Why do those meetings have to be so long and so painful?"
Draco stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice near by. He snuck in closer to see who it was, and if he would get in trouble for being out so late. He looked around and saw a red head storming around.
'Weasley... Why are you out so early?" Draco asked to himself while smiling evilly. He decided that he could spare a couple of minutes to find out what Weasley problem was. He always had time to pick on a lower being, and this was one of his favorites. He hid by a near by bush on the side of the pitch and listened on.
"Well, well Harry Potter is now an evil betraying Muggle lover. Isn't this an unexpected blessing?" Then Draco had to duck quickly while a bright red quaffel came headed straight towards him. The ball barley missed him, but this did not seem phase his happiness rather it made him even happier. "That boy has spunk that we could use... Yes he would be a great addition."
Draco quickly got up from the bushes and smoothly walked over to Ron, "Yeah Ron..." He called over the field with an evil grin. He rolled up his sleeves a little and waved to the red head that turned at his name. A black edge of a tattoo peeked out of the right side of Draco's arm.
*
This is where the plot begins. I hope you like.
Monday