A/N: Here is chapter two of "Seeing Green"! Was the last chapter any good?
I'm proud of it, and I hope everyone else liked it, too! Please review! It
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-PrincessB
Seeing Green
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Chapter Two
The Journey of a Lifetime
Harry Potter watched Hermione from a distance. He couldn't stand seeing her like this. *Come on, Hermione! I've been dead for nine months! Get on with your life!* He mentally ordered. If only she could hear him...
"Mr. Potter, you really shouldn't stay here all day. It will only make it harder when you have to go back." A firm voice stated from behind him.
"Professor?" Harry's jaw dropped as he took in the familiar image of Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore's last comment sunk into his mind. "I have to go back? What does *that* mean?"
Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. "I can only tell you that it wasn't your time to die. They're sending you back."
"But, sir, my body...Shouldn't it be buried by now?" Harry inquired meekly.
"Ah, *that*. Well, you see Harry, no one ever found your body, which is why we can send you back. Nobody on Earth is even *positive* you're dead." Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Besides, I believe Miss Granger would be delighted to see you again."
Harry couldn't smile; he had to be dreaming! *Can you dream in heaven?* The thought struck him as if it was the lightning bolt etched into his forehead.
Upon seeing Harry's less-than-cheerful face, Dumbledore chuckled. "What's the matter, Harry? Too shocked to speak?"
"No, sir, I'm just trying to convince myself that I'm dreaming." Harry replied sheepishly.
"Well you won't need to wake up, my boy! They are sending you back at ten o'clock tonight!"
Harry finally managed a small grin. "Professor?" His voice was smaller than he had intended it too be. "Why haven't I met my parents up here yet?"
Dumbledore frowned, but not out of anger. He looked like he was contemplating his answer. "Did no one tell you what happened when you destroyed Voldemort?"
Harry choked. "S-something *happened*? Wh-what?"
"Anyone that Voldemort had killed with his own wand was sent back to Earth. Your parents are down there now. They are the age they would be now if they hadn't been killed when you were a baby." Dumbledore's tone was low. "They wanted to see you, Harry. Now they'll get to."
"My mum and dad are *alive*?" Harry's voice was soaked in disbelief. "And I get to meet them?" His tone softened to a heavy seriousness. "So I get to see Hermione again, sir?"
Dumbledore smiled yet again. "She's the main reason you are being sent back. As you've seen, she's still in a high state of depression. Just make sure you don't tell her what heaven is like. Since nobody knows you are dead, you'll just have to lie. Repeat after me, 'I never died; I lost my memory for nine months, but when I finally got it back, I came back here right away.'"
Harry grinned at his former headmaster.
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Hermione heard the faint chime of the doorbell. She glanced at the clock by her bed. *11:50. Who in Merlin's name could be here this late at night?* She wondered indignantly. She was in dire need of sleep, and unknown visitors stopping at her door in the middle of the night didn't fit well into her schedule of sleep.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" She shouted as she trudged out of her bedroom and to the front door of her apartment.
She gripped the knob reluctantly and, with a sharp and irritable twist, flung it open. Hermione realized she was staring into the pools of green that had consumed her dreams and nightmares for the past nine months.
"No, I'm not falling for it this time!" She shouted as she slammed the door shut. A soft voice from behind the door startled her.
"Are you Hermione Granger?" It was a woman's voice.
Hermione bit her lip. She couldn't have been imagining that. If it had been Harry, it would naturally his voice. With a blush forming on her cheeks, she opened the door and smiled nervously at the woman. She had auburn hair and...*No!* Hermione screamed silently. *She has Harry's eyes! I *have* to be seeing things. Maybe they are green, but everything green I've seen in the past nine months has made me think of Harry's eyes. Yes, that's it! I am just imagining that her eyes are the same color as Harry's.*
"Miss Granger? Hello, I'm Lily Potter." The woman extended her hand warmly. Hermione, having yet to absorb the woman's name, shook her hand courteously.
"Yes, I'm Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pot..." Every color in Hermione's face drained, leaving it a ghostly white. "Oh no!" She whined as she looked at the ceiling angrily. "Now I'm seeing Harry's mother! Just let me see his dad, so I can get this over with!"
"Hermione, dear, I need to explain a few things to you. First things first, my husband and I are very much alive, and we've been so for the past nine months...since Harry defeated Voldemort." Lily delicately told Hermione. "May I come in?"
Hermione's voice box was not functioning, so she merely nodded and stepped to the side. Lily walked inside, and Hermione led her to the living room. They sat down in a pair of overstuffed armchairs that squarely faced each other.
Finally reclaiming her verbal skills, Hermione whispered, "So you are Harry's mum?"
"That's correct. I was sent here by a friend of mine, Sirius Black. I'm sorry for an intrusion so late at night," Lily began with a smile, but it faded into a frown, "but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible what happened to Harry."
Hermione looked at her hands. They were placed on her lap, her fingers entwined. "I know what happened to Harry; he died during his battle with Voldemort."
A brief smile flickered on Lily's face, and it deeply upset Hermione. *How can this woman be smiling when the son she had barely ever seen is dead?* Hermione thought bitterly. Lily must have seen something in Hermione's eyes because her bright face quickly dimmed. "I'm sorry that I'm smiling, but I must ask: did you ever receive *official* word that Harry is truly dead?"
Hermione suddenly realized that she had simply assumed that Harry was dead. "N-no, I didn't. No one did...but that doesn't mean he's alive. He would have come back if he was still alive! He promised me!" Hermione's voice shook with emotion. Lily wasn't affected by Hermione's outburst. Her green eyes held a mystery that Hermione prayed would soon be revealed.
"Well, I'm glad that I can tell you: Harry is *not* dead. He lost his memory for nine months, but he finally has it back now. He is at James' and mine house. He only arrived a few hours ago, but he is very eager to see you again." Lily beamed at the dazed look that spread over Hermione's face.
"Harry? My Harry is alive?" Hermione choked on her words. "Can I see him please?" She begged frantically. "I *need* to see him as soon as possible!"
Lily chuckled at Hermione's pleading. "That's why I came here. Come with me, and I'll take you to him right away."
Hermione leapt out of her chair as Lily stood up. They left Hermione's apartment together and immediately apparated to the front door of the Potter's house.
The door burst open and Hermione ran into the waiting arms of her Harry.
A/N: Thank you to my reviewers! It really means a lot to me when people tell me what they think of my stories! If you like this story, please read my other one, "New Lessons"!
~Someone Reading: You were right! When I started writing this, I had planned on bringing Harry back to life. I could never make Hermione suffer *that* much! Thank you for giving my story such a great review!
~MissLexiRe: Is this a good way to keep going? Thanks for reviewing my story!
~hermione_smarts23: Thanks for saying "Yes" to all my questions! I was scared myself when Hermione was seeing Harry's eyes everywhere! Thank you for reviewing!
Seeing Green
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Chapter Two
The Journey of a Lifetime
Harry Potter watched Hermione from a distance. He couldn't stand seeing her like this. *Come on, Hermione! I've been dead for nine months! Get on with your life!* He mentally ordered. If only she could hear him...
"Mr. Potter, you really shouldn't stay here all day. It will only make it harder when you have to go back." A firm voice stated from behind him.
"Professor?" Harry's jaw dropped as he took in the familiar image of Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore's last comment sunk into his mind. "I have to go back? What does *that* mean?"
Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. "I can only tell you that it wasn't your time to die. They're sending you back."
"But, sir, my body...Shouldn't it be buried by now?" Harry inquired meekly.
"Ah, *that*. Well, you see Harry, no one ever found your body, which is why we can send you back. Nobody on Earth is even *positive* you're dead." Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Besides, I believe Miss Granger would be delighted to see you again."
Harry couldn't smile; he had to be dreaming! *Can you dream in heaven?* The thought struck him as if it was the lightning bolt etched into his forehead.
Upon seeing Harry's less-than-cheerful face, Dumbledore chuckled. "What's the matter, Harry? Too shocked to speak?"
"No, sir, I'm just trying to convince myself that I'm dreaming." Harry replied sheepishly.
"Well you won't need to wake up, my boy! They are sending you back at ten o'clock tonight!"
Harry finally managed a small grin. "Professor?" His voice was smaller than he had intended it too be. "Why haven't I met my parents up here yet?"
Dumbledore frowned, but not out of anger. He looked like he was contemplating his answer. "Did no one tell you what happened when you destroyed Voldemort?"
Harry choked. "S-something *happened*? Wh-what?"
"Anyone that Voldemort had killed with his own wand was sent back to Earth. Your parents are down there now. They are the age they would be now if they hadn't been killed when you were a baby." Dumbledore's tone was low. "They wanted to see you, Harry. Now they'll get to."
"My mum and dad are *alive*?" Harry's voice was soaked in disbelief. "And I get to meet them?" His tone softened to a heavy seriousness. "So I get to see Hermione again, sir?"
Dumbledore smiled yet again. "She's the main reason you are being sent back. As you've seen, she's still in a high state of depression. Just make sure you don't tell her what heaven is like. Since nobody knows you are dead, you'll just have to lie. Repeat after me, 'I never died; I lost my memory for nine months, but when I finally got it back, I came back here right away.'"
Harry grinned at his former headmaster.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione heard the faint chime of the doorbell. She glanced at the clock by her bed. *11:50. Who in Merlin's name could be here this late at night?* She wondered indignantly. She was in dire need of sleep, and unknown visitors stopping at her door in the middle of the night didn't fit well into her schedule of sleep.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" She shouted as she trudged out of her bedroom and to the front door of her apartment.
She gripped the knob reluctantly and, with a sharp and irritable twist, flung it open. Hermione realized she was staring into the pools of green that had consumed her dreams and nightmares for the past nine months.
"No, I'm not falling for it this time!" She shouted as she slammed the door shut. A soft voice from behind the door startled her.
"Are you Hermione Granger?" It was a woman's voice.
Hermione bit her lip. She couldn't have been imagining that. If it had been Harry, it would naturally his voice. With a blush forming on her cheeks, she opened the door and smiled nervously at the woman. She had auburn hair and...*No!* Hermione screamed silently. *She has Harry's eyes! I *have* to be seeing things. Maybe they are green, but everything green I've seen in the past nine months has made me think of Harry's eyes. Yes, that's it! I am just imagining that her eyes are the same color as Harry's.*
"Miss Granger? Hello, I'm Lily Potter." The woman extended her hand warmly. Hermione, having yet to absorb the woman's name, shook her hand courteously.
"Yes, I'm Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pot..." Every color in Hermione's face drained, leaving it a ghostly white. "Oh no!" She whined as she looked at the ceiling angrily. "Now I'm seeing Harry's mother! Just let me see his dad, so I can get this over with!"
"Hermione, dear, I need to explain a few things to you. First things first, my husband and I are very much alive, and we've been so for the past nine months...since Harry defeated Voldemort." Lily delicately told Hermione. "May I come in?"
Hermione's voice box was not functioning, so she merely nodded and stepped to the side. Lily walked inside, and Hermione led her to the living room. They sat down in a pair of overstuffed armchairs that squarely faced each other.
Finally reclaiming her verbal skills, Hermione whispered, "So you are Harry's mum?"
"That's correct. I was sent here by a friend of mine, Sirius Black. I'm sorry for an intrusion so late at night," Lily began with a smile, but it faded into a frown, "but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible what happened to Harry."
Hermione looked at her hands. They were placed on her lap, her fingers entwined. "I know what happened to Harry; he died during his battle with Voldemort."
A brief smile flickered on Lily's face, and it deeply upset Hermione. *How can this woman be smiling when the son she had barely ever seen is dead?* Hermione thought bitterly. Lily must have seen something in Hermione's eyes because her bright face quickly dimmed. "I'm sorry that I'm smiling, but I must ask: did you ever receive *official* word that Harry is truly dead?"
Hermione suddenly realized that she had simply assumed that Harry was dead. "N-no, I didn't. No one did...but that doesn't mean he's alive. He would have come back if he was still alive! He promised me!" Hermione's voice shook with emotion. Lily wasn't affected by Hermione's outburst. Her green eyes held a mystery that Hermione prayed would soon be revealed.
"Well, I'm glad that I can tell you: Harry is *not* dead. He lost his memory for nine months, but he finally has it back now. He is at James' and mine house. He only arrived a few hours ago, but he is very eager to see you again." Lily beamed at the dazed look that spread over Hermione's face.
"Harry? My Harry is alive?" Hermione choked on her words. "Can I see him please?" She begged frantically. "I *need* to see him as soon as possible!"
Lily chuckled at Hermione's pleading. "That's why I came here. Come with me, and I'll take you to him right away."
Hermione leapt out of her chair as Lily stood up. They left Hermione's apartment together and immediately apparated to the front door of the Potter's house.
The door burst open and Hermione ran into the waiting arms of her Harry.
A/N: Thank you to my reviewers! It really means a lot to me when people tell me what they think of my stories! If you like this story, please read my other one, "New Lessons"!
~Someone Reading: You were right! When I started writing this, I had planned on bringing Harry back to life. I could never make Hermione suffer *that* much! Thank you for giving my story such a great review!
~MissLexiRe: Is this a good way to keep going? Thanks for reviewing my story!
~hermione_smarts23: Thanks for saying "Yes" to all my questions! I was scared myself when Hermione was seeing Harry's eyes everywhere! Thank you for reviewing!