The Princesses of Harry Potter
Chapter Five- Help me if you Can
Hermione ran throughout the corridor to Gryffindor tower. The password was spat out in a blur, and she practically threw herself through the portrait hole.
Just on time.
Ron was heading up the staircase to his dorm room, but she was fast enough.
" Hermione, what are you doing?" he yelped when she pulled him backwards by the arm. There were a few spectators watching her drag him behind the spiral staircases.
He saw the tears in her eyes, and the book in her hands, an all to familiar sight. " What is it?" he gave her time to catch her breath.
" Angelina..Johnson" Hermione breathed.
" Yeah, she's right over there" Ron pointed behind them, " do you want me to get her?".
Hermione shook her head, gaining a normal breathing pattern, " Harry is in love with Angelina Johnson".
" What?" he shrieked, " are you mad?".
" No, Ron listen. Wood found me in the library".
" That probably didn't take him long" he commented.
She ignored him, " Harry hasn't been going to Quidditch practice lately, neither has Angelina".
He shrugged, " so, she's probably got a decent excuse".
" But it makes sense!".
" Everything makes sense to you" he replied, " that's why you're Hermione. The answer this time is most likely in a book".
She threw the book onto the floor, " forget books!".
The action seriously surprised Ron, " um, are you feeling..normal?".
Hermione became frantic, " yes, all I want to know is what's happening to him".
" But we don't know, he doesn't even know what's going on" Ron said, " he hasn't got a clue, like his memory's been wiped or something".
What he said had triggered her own memory.
" The potion" she muttered.
Ron raised an eyebrow, " what potion?".
Hermione began to pace in the small area, " Ginny asked me to, help her with a love potion, and".
She ran from behind the staircase, then up them to the girls dormitories.
" Can't you finish your sentences?" Ron followed. All her roommates were down in the common room, he was in no danger going in.
She threw random objects from her trunk at the foot of her bed, books that Ron dodged from.
" Here it is!" she pulled the leather book from the bottom of her trunk.
" Is there actually anything left in there?" he asked.
Hermione ignored his question, opening her book across the bedspread to where the red satin bookmark had been.
" I found it" Ron came next to her, " it's called the Siberian Love Potion, it was made in Ancient Africa. Used to set one into a trance so another could convince them to fall in love. Only a few drops should be used at a time, otherwise, the victim will become ill. They are likely to hallucinate, become delirious, and have no memory of any actions when under the spell".
Ron gaped, " it's like the personal profile of Harry Potter!" he re- read the same page, " that's why he doesn't remember telling Ginny that he loved her".
" But what about Angelina?" she did not expect an answer.
He saw that she was upset, but had to ask, " why did you make that potion for her in the first place?".
Hermione shrugged, " she told me it was for Neville".
" Longbottom!" Ron screamed, " I'm sorry, but you know Ginny's been madly in love with Harry since our first year, not hers, ours".
" I thought she grew out of it!" she cried in near tears.
Ron muttered something sounding like, " you don't spend the summers with her".
Hermione shut the book, " where's Harry?".
" Asleep" it was still early, " still acting weird when he went to bed he was".
She walked out of the room, stepping over the scattered mess of her books. Several students stared at her as she stepped onto the common room floor, Ginny had just come through the portrait hole.
The dorm room was dark compared to hers, very dim light slipped through the closed curtains. Hermione slid onto her knees near the pillow, gently moving strands of hair out from his eyes.
" Hermione?" he muttered, " what are you doing here?".
She had to find out something and he was the best source, for the most part. " Someone's been trying to poison you, Harry".
Harry sat up taking his glasses off the nightstand, " what?" he was more alert.
Ron watched from his position. He didn't want to believe that his sister was a suspect in an unbelievable event, but it was slowly killing his best friend, and the relationship with the only girl he really loved.
" I don't know how to explain it" Hermione told him, " but it may be why you've been acting strange lately".
He still objected, " I haven't been acting any different".
She placed her hand on top of his, " that's the problem, you don't know, you can't remember" Harry still had a confused expression, " what's your earliest memory this month?".
He thought for a moment, " Quidditch practice".
" See, you haven't gone in three weeks".
Harry was stunned, " that's insane, I got every weekend, like Wood...".
" Wood told me in the library that you haven't been showing up in awhile, you and Angelina Johnson".
Ron joined Hermione on his knees at the bedside, " since you cant remember anything, that may be why you don't remember telling Ginny that you love her".
" But I don't love Ginny!" he claimed, looking at Hermione, " I love you".
She rested her bottom onto her heels, " you have strange ways of showing it".
" I'm sorry" Harry said, not even sure why he was apologizing.
Ron glanced between them, " it's not your fault" he sighed, " unless you're a serial killer, then things are your fault" it was a very random thing to say.
" You act so differently when around Ginny or I" Hermione wondered, " it's like there's two of you" she stopped, " give me one night and..".
The boys watched her dash from the room, hearing her shoes on the steps, thinking again of her unfinished sentences.
Ron's eyes were still fixed on the door, " man, I hope she knew I was joking about you being a serial killer".
" I think she did" Harry replied.
" You'd be a bad one, and at this rate, you wouldn't remember killing half your victims".
Chapter Five- Help me if you Can
Hermione ran throughout the corridor to Gryffindor tower. The password was spat out in a blur, and she practically threw herself through the portrait hole.
Just on time.
Ron was heading up the staircase to his dorm room, but she was fast enough.
" Hermione, what are you doing?" he yelped when she pulled him backwards by the arm. There were a few spectators watching her drag him behind the spiral staircases.
He saw the tears in her eyes, and the book in her hands, an all to familiar sight. " What is it?" he gave her time to catch her breath.
" Angelina..Johnson" Hermione breathed.
" Yeah, she's right over there" Ron pointed behind them, " do you want me to get her?".
Hermione shook her head, gaining a normal breathing pattern, " Harry is in love with Angelina Johnson".
" What?" he shrieked, " are you mad?".
" No, Ron listen. Wood found me in the library".
" That probably didn't take him long" he commented.
She ignored him, " Harry hasn't been going to Quidditch practice lately, neither has Angelina".
He shrugged, " so, she's probably got a decent excuse".
" But it makes sense!".
" Everything makes sense to you" he replied, " that's why you're Hermione. The answer this time is most likely in a book".
She threw the book onto the floor, " forget books!".
The action seriously surprised Ron, " um, are you feeling..normal?".
Hermione became frantic, " yes, all I want to know is what's happening to him".
" But we don't know, he doesn't even know what's going on" Ron said, " he hasn't got a clue, like his memory's been wiped or something".
What he said had triggered her own memory.
" The potion" she muttered.
Ron raised an eyebrow, " what potion?".
Hermione began to pace in the small area, " Ginny asked me to, help her with a love potion, and".
She ran from behind the staircase, then up them to the girls dormitories.
" Can't you finish your sentences?" Ron followed. All her roommates were down in the common room, he was in no danger going in.
She threw random objects from her trunk at the foot of her bed, books that Ron dodged from.
" Here it is!" she pulled the leather book from the bottom of her trunk.
" Is there actually anything left in there?" he asked.
Hermione ignored his question, opening her book across the bedspread to where the red satin bookmark had been.
" I found it" Ron came next to her, " it's called the Siberian Love Potion, it was made in Ancient Africa. Used to set one into a trance so another could convince them to fall in love. Only a few drops should be used at a time, otherwise, the victim will become ill. They are likely to hallucinate, become delirious, and have no memory of any actions when under the spell".
Ron gaped, " it's like the personal profile of Harry Potter!" he re- read the same page, " that's why he doesn't remember telling Ginny that he loved her".
" But what about Angelina?" she did not expect an answer.
He saw that she was upset, but had to ask, " why did you make that potion for her in the first place?".
Hermione shrugged, " she told me it was for Neville".
" Longbottom!" Ron screamed, " I'm sorry, but you know Ginny's been madly in love with Harry since our first year, not hers, ours".
" I thought she grew out of it!" she cried in near tears.
Ron muttered something sounding like, " you don't spend the summers with her".
Hermione shut the book, " where's Harry?".
" Asleep" it was still early, " still acting weird when he went to bed he was".
She walked out of the room, stepping over the scattered mess of her books. Several students stared at her as she stepped onto the common room floor, Ginny had just come through the portrait hole.
The dorm room was dark compared to hers, very dim light slipped through the closed curtains. Hermione slid onto her knees near the pillow, gently moving strands of hair out from his eyes.
" Hermione?" he muttered, " what are you doing here?".
She had to find out something and he was the best source, for the most part. " Someone's been trying to poison you, Harry".
Harry sat up taking his glasses off the nightstand, " what?" he was more alert.
Ron watched from his position. He didn't want to believe that his sister was a suspect in an unbelievable event, but it was slowly killing his best friend, and the relationship with the only girl he really loved.
" I don't know how to explain it" Hermione told him, " but it may be why you've been acting strange lately".
He still objected, " I haven't been acting any different".
She placed her hand on top of his, " that's the problem, you don't know, you can't remember" Harry still had a confused expression, " what's your earliest memory this month?".
He thought for a moment, " Quidditch practice".
" See, you haven't gone in three weeks".
Harry was stunned, " that's insane, I got every weekend, like Wood...".
" Wood told me in the library that you haven't been showing up in awhile, you and Angelina Johnson".
Ron joined Hermione on his knees at the bedside, " since you cant remember anything, that may be why you don't remember telling Ginny that you love her".
" But I don't love Ginny!" he claimed, looking at Hermione, " I love you".
She rested her bottom onto her heels, " you have strange ways of showing it".
" I'm sorry" Harry said, not even sure why he was apologizing.
Ron glanced between them, " it's not your fault" he sighed, " unless you're a serial killer, then things are your fault" it was a very random thing to say.
" You act so differently when around Ginny or I" Hermione wondered, " it's like there's two of you" she stopped, " give me one night and..".
The boys watched her dash from the room, hearing her shoes on the steps, thinking again of her unfinished sentences.
Ron's eyes were still fixed on the door, " man, I hope she knew I was joking about you being a serial killer".
" I think she did" Harry replied.
" You'd be a bad one, and at this rate, you wouldn't remember killing half your victims".