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Summery: Everyone thinks that Lavender is a gossiper, but what they don't know is that she tells things before they happen. Lavender Brown is psychic , and she is just what Harry needs. Voldemort is dead, but now someone else is after Harry. Ron becomes Lavender's boyfriend so that he can get her to tell him who is trying to hurt Harry. But he falls in love with her. What will happen when she finds out he was using her to get information? Who is really trying to hurt Harry? Will they have time to save him?
Ron/Lavender PG-13 Romance (with a little adventure)
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything. If I was J. K. R. then I would fill my pool with chocolate pudding and whip cream. But that's just me. (how much do you want to bet she has already done that?)
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Chapter 1: New Discovery
"I'm telling you, Katie and George are going out." Lavender whispered to her best friend Parvati. Just then, George and Katie walked through the Great Hall double door, holding hands.
"Lavender is such a gossip." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"She does seem to know everything." Harry said. "Remember? She told us that we didn't have to worry about Voldemort anymore, and then the next day he was killed."
"I still can't believe that Dumbledore killed Voldemort." Hermione said.
"Will you stop saying that name?!" Ron said, sounding annoyed and scared.
"He's dead Ron. Honestly, it's just a name." Hermione said. Just then, hundreds of owls came swooping in, signaling the arrival of mail.
A letter dropped onto Harry's plate. He looked at it curiously, he never got mail. Except from Hagrid, but this handwriting was neater.
Harry,
Don't feel so lucky. Voldemort might be gone, but you have something bigger and stronger after you now. Me.
"What is it?" Hermione asked, noticing the shocked look on Harry's face.
"I. I don't know." Harry said, not sure if the letter was a joke or not. He handed the letter to Ron and Hermione. They read it, and had about the same reaction.
"You can't be serious. This has got to be a joke." Ron said, laughing but looking scared.
It wasn't a joke. That threat was followed by at least two more, a day. After three days Hermione started to freak out.
"Who could be writing it?!" She said one day in the common room. Harry shushed her, they didn't want anyone else to know.
"It's got to be someone in the school. The last few letters had a Hogwarts seal on the envelope. And they are sent by the school owls." Harry said, trying not to panic too much. He had been so happy when Voldemort had died. He finally got to live like a normal boy, as normal as being a wizard is.
"I bet it's Snape." Ron said wildly. Hermione sighed loudly.
"Oh please. He might hate Harry, but I'm almost sure he would never hurt him." Hermione said.
"Almost?" Harry said, his face dropping. "That doesn't exactly rule him out."
The next day, in Transfiguration, the Gryffindors were learning how to turn their books into backpacks, which was quite difficult. Especially for Neville.
"Ms. Granger, could you please assist Mr. Longbottom?" Professor McGonagall asked, giving up on helping his student.
"It's easy Neville." Hermione said, it had only taken her two tries to get the spell right. "All you have to do is pronounce it correctly. Try it again."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Lavender said, a few seats away.
"Would you shut up Lavender? He can do it." Hermione said harshly. She couldn't stand Lavender.
"No, it's not that. It's just." Lavender said, trying to find the right words. "He's going to blow it up."
"Shut up. Go on Neville." Hermione said, ignoring Lavender. Neville picked up his wand, but Lavender interrupted.
"No, stop! He's going to blow it up, fall backward, and get knocked out!" She said. No one believed her. Neville started doing the spell and she yelled, "He'll be in the hospital for a week!" But Neville ignored her. He waved his wand, and his book blew up. Neville, surprised by the blast, toppled over backwards in his chair. There was a terrible crash, and he laid there, unconscious.
"How did she know that?" Ron whispered to Harry as Neville was carried to the hospital wing.
"I don't know, it's like she's psychic or something." Harry said.
"Or just a really good guesser." Ron said, but was interrupted by Hermione. She looked pale.
"I have to talk to you guys. In the common room. After Charms." She whispered, then quickly went back to her seat. Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks, as they always did whenever Hermione said something they didn't understand, which was often.
After Charms, just like Hermione told them to, they met her in the common room. Some of the color seemed to have come back into her face.
The first thing she said was, "Lavender's psychic."
"Yeah, I know." Ron said with a laugh, not taking her seriously. "How weird was that?"
"No, really. She's psychic. I didn't think it was possible, but she can see the future." Hermione said, but Ron and Harry just looked at her suspiciously. "How do you think she knew exactly what was going to happen to Neville?"
"Lucky guess?" Ron said, but was beginning to understand what she was saying.
"It's not just that. You know how she always seems to be the first person to know all of the gossip? That's because she sees it before it happens!" Hermione exclaimed.
"So what are you getting at?" Harry asked.
"I bet everything that she knows who's been writing you those threats!" She told Harry.
"So what do we do? Just ask her? I don't think that will go over very well. 'Hey Lavender. How are you? Have you been having any premonitions about random people writing Harry threatening letters? Just wondering.'" Ron said.
"Well, she doesn't tell everyone about her premonitions, just her close friends. And we aren't exactly close." Hermione said, frowning.
"No kidding." Ron laughed. "You hate Lavender. Harry has talked to her once. And I don't think I have even made eye contact with her."
"One of us will just have to change that. We'll have to be friends with her." Harry said.
"Not me!" Hermione said quickly.
"Me neither." Harry said. Ron glared at him. "Sorry Ron. I just don't think I could stand to listen to Lavender talk about shoes for very long without killing her."
"Fine." Ron sighed. He was not looking forward to what was coming.
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A/N: Do you like it? REVIEW and tell me! But no flames please (I asked politely). All flames will ricochet off of my personal bubble and hit you (hee hee). REMINDER: I am rubber and you are glue. Whatever you say (or type) will bounce off of me and stick to you! And you think I'm immature, silly goose.
Summery: Everyone thinks that Lavender is a gossiper, but what they don't know is that she tells things before they happen. Lavender Brown is psychic , and she is just what Harry needs. Voldemort is dead, but now someone else is after Harry. Ron becomes Lavender's boyfriend so that he can get her to tell him who is trying to hurt Harry. But he falls in love with her. What will happen when she finds out he was using her to get information? Who is really trying to hurt Harry? Will they have time to save him?
Ron/Lavender PG-13 Romance (with a little adventure)
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything. If I was J. K. R. then I would fill my pool with chocolate pudding and whip cream. But that's just me. (how much do you want to bet she has already done that?)
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Chapter 1: New Discovery
"I'm telling you, Katie and George are going out." Lavender whispered to her best friend Parvati. Just then, George and Katie walked through the Great Hall double door, holding hands.
"Lavender is such a gossip." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"She does seem to know everything." Harry said. "Remember? She told us that we didn't have to worry about Voldemort anymore, and then the next day he was killed."
"I still can't believe that Dumbledore killed Voldemort." Hermione said.
"Will you stop saying that name?!" Ron said, sounding annoyed and scared.
"He's dead Ron. Honestly, it's just a name." Hermione said. Just then, hundreds of owls came swooping in, signaling the arrival of mail.
A letter dropped onto Harry's plate. He looked at it curiously, he never got mail. Except from Hagrid, but this handwriting was neater.
Harry,
Don't feel so lucky. Voldemort might be gone, but you have something bigger and stronger after you now. Me.
"What is it?" Hermione asked, noticing the shocked look on Harry's face.
"I. I don't know." Harry said, not sure if the letter was a joke or not. He handed the letter to Ron and Hermione. They read it, and had about the same reaction.
"You can't be serious. This has got to be a joke." Ron said, laughing but looking scared.
It wasn't a joke. That threat was followed by at least two more, a day. After three days Hermione started to freak out.
"Who could be writing it?!" She said one day in the common room. Harry shushed her, they didn't want anyone else to know.
"It's got to be someone in the school. The last few letters had a Hogwarts seal on the envelope. And they are sent by the school owls." Harry said, trying not to panic too much. He had been so happy when Voldemort had died. He finally got to live like a normal boy, as normal as being a wizard is.
"I bet it's Snape." Ron said wildly. Hermione sighed loudly.
"Oh please. He might hate Harry, but I'm almost sure he would never hurt him." Hermione said.
"Almost?" Harry said, his face dropping. "That doesn't exactly rule him out."
The next day, in Transfiguration, the Gryffindors were learning how to turn their books into backpacks, which was quite difficult. Especially for Neville.
"Ms. Granger, could you please assist Mr. Longbottom?" Professor McGonagall asked, giving up on helping his student.
"It's easy Neville." Hermione said, it had only taken her two tries to get the spell right. "All you have to do is pronounce it correctly. Try it again."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Lavender said, a few seats away.
"Would you shut up Lavender? He can do it." Hermione said harshly. She couldn't stand Lavender.
"No, it's not that. It's just." Lavender said, trying to find the right words. "He's going to blow it up."
"Shut up. Go on Neville." Hermione said, ignoring Lavender. Neville picked up his wand, but Lavender interrupted.
"No, stop! He's going to blow it up, fall backward, and get knocked out!" She said. No one believed her. Neville started doing the spell and she yelled, "He'll be in the hospital for a week!" But Neville ignored her. He waved his wand, and his book blew up. Neville, surprised by the blast, toppled over backwards in his chair. There was a terrible crash, and he laid there, unconscious.
"How did she know that?" Ron whispered to Harry as Neville was carried to the hospital wing.
"I don't know, it's like she's psychic or something." Harry said.
"Or just a really good guesser." Ron said, but was interrupted by Hermione. She looked pale.
"I have to talk to you guys. In the common room. After Charms." She whispered, then quickly went back to her seat. Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks, as they always did whenever Hermione said something they didn't understand, which was often.
After Charms, just like Hermione told them to, they met her in the common room. Some of the color seemed to have come back into her face.
The first thing she said was, "Lavender's psychic."
"Yeah, I know." Ron said with a laugh, not taking her seriously. "How weird was that?"
"No, really. She's psychic. I didn't think it was possible, but she can see the future." Hermione said, but Ron and Harry just looked at her suspiciously. "How do you think she knew exactly what was going to happen to Neville?"
"Lucky guess?" Ron said, but was beginning to understand what she was saying.
"It's not just that. You know how she always seems to be the first person to know all of the gossip? That's because she sees it before it happens!" Hermione exclaimed.
"So what are you getting at?" Harry asked.
"I bet everything that she knows who's been writing you those threats!" She told Harry.
"So what do we do? Just ask her? I don't think that will go over very well. 'Hey Lavender. How are you? Have you been having any premonitions about random people writing Harry threatening letters? Just wondering.'" Ron said.
"Well, she doesn't tell everyone about her premonitions, just her close friends. And we aren't exactly close." Hermione said, frowning.
"No kidding." Ron laughed. "You hate Lavender. Harry has talked to her once. And I don't think I have even made eye contact with her."
"One of us will just have to change that. We'll have to be friends with her." Harry said.
"Not me!" Hermione said quickly.
"Me neither." Harry said. Ron glared at him. "Sorry Ron. I just don't think I could stand to listen to Lavender talk about shoes for very long without killing her."
"Fine." Ron sighed. He was not looking forward to what was coming.
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A/N: Do you like it? REVIEW and tell me! But no flames please (I asked politely). All flames will ricochet off of my personal bubble and hit you (hee hee). REMINDER: I am rubber and you are glue. Whatever you say (or type) will bounce off of me and stick to you! And you think I'm immature, silly goose.
