Harry Potter and the Harsh Truth
By Ruby Star
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they're all a product of the wonderful mind of J .K. Rowling, and I merely play with them.
Chapter One-
Sitting up in his bed looking out the window, Harry Potter The-Boy-Who- Lived stared at the bright full moon. It seemed extra large tonight, not unlike the last time he'd woken up in the middle of the night. He seemed to do that a lot. Tonight it was his scar, again. What else? The dream he'd had. It was telling him something, but what? There had been a large mirror and it said to him, not verbally, more through his mind, that there was an answer to his problems. What problems though? Everything had been going smoothly the past couple weeks, now that he was back at Hogwarts. Quidditch had started and he was on the team again. Professor McGonagall had actually named him team captain! That had been one of the most wonderful days of his life.
"Potter! Come here!"
Harry remembered himself saying, "Yes Professor, I'm coming!"
"Potter, it seems since Wood has graduated we are in need of a team captain and I think I know who it might be."
"Who Professor? One of the Weasley twins?"
She had laughed at him and said, "Potter don't play dumb with me- the new captain is YOU!"
He had stared at her, dumbfounded. He wasn't sure it was for real; he had had so many crazy dreams that summer. And yet it had been, he was truly Quidditch captain. He could see all his dreams slowly falling into place around him.
As the memory subsided and the room came back into focus, he remembered his dream, but just barely. It felt like he wasn't supposed to remember it. Whatever had put it in his mind had snatched it away and all he could recall now was that mirror telling him the answers were near and his problems could be solved.
What problems though?! He was going crazy trying to figure that out. It wasn't helping his sleeping at all either. He really needed his sleep for practice tomorrow, too. He lay down and tried not to think of all the things going on in his life at the moment. He had to sleep, he needed his sleep. Gotta get to sleep.
He did drift off eventually, but the dream came back.
The answers are coming. You will be happy again soon, the mirror told him.
Tell me what? He asked in a daze.
Tell you the answers. The love is coming back.
The love, wha.? Explain what you mean.
But the mirror had slowly retreated into the light in front of him and was gone. Harry felt like stone all of a sudden, like he could never move again. He wondered what it felt like to move at all. He couldn't remember.
The dream slowly faded away as Harry woke from Ron shaking him. Harry, Harry, wake up! He could hear Ron saying. As his vision de-blurred itself, Ron came into view. He had a worried look on his face, like he'd seen Voldemort resurrect himself or something. What was wrong with him? He wouldn't stop shaking Harry, forcing him into consciousness. And he was screaming, screaming at the top of his lungs for Harry to help him.
"Okay already Ron, I'm awake! Geeze," cried Harry.
"Harry! You're okay! I mean you aren't dead!" exclaimed Ron.
"How nice of you to notice Ron. Nothing gets by you these days, does it?" Harry was not in a very good mood, because of being rudely awakened twice that night. Oh wait, it was morning already.
"Harry! You were screaming and you were shaking and sweating. You kept asking what the answer was. Then suddenly you were very still, almost like. Harry you really scared me."
Harry stared at him, incredulous. Could he really have done all that, he wondered. He lay still for a second thinking about it when,
"HARRY!"
"What Ron, I'm awake already. I didn't go back to sleep. But thanks for waking me up. I know it was just a dream, but I really felt like, I don't know, a statue- rock hard and just as heavy. It was scary, but I wasn't scared. I don't know." he drifted off.
"Well it's over now. What say we go to breakfast?"
"Good idea."
And the two boys walked downstairs to the Great Hall where they feast daily. Ron ate as though he had never eaten before in his life. Harry ate little.
Just then Malfoy came over. He sneered at Harry, who was still sweating and whose face was contorted so that he looked as though he was making fun of Malfoy. Harry was thinking about how awful the dream had been.
Then Malfoy noticed Ron's eating habits- shoveling bite after bite into his mouth as fast as possible, barely chewing and swallowing at all. Malfoy grinned evilly at the sight.
"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Ron.
"Have you ever eaten in your entire life Weasle? I bet you just put more into your mouth with that fork then you have ever eaten total at your own house. This is the high life for ya, huh Ron? An entire bowl of cereal? I guess ya gotta eat when ya can."
"Malfoy, you dirty, rotten--" started Ron.
"Watch your tongue Weasle. Wouldn't want to say anything bad about your good friend Draco now would you?" he sneered.
"Malfoy that was low and you know it. You jerk, can't you just stay out of our lives for once?! We don't like you, so go away!" yelled Harry.
"Say, where's you little mudblood friend? Isn't she always by your side Potter? Isn't she your fan club? Where'd she go to?" asked Malfoy.
"You @$$hole, get the hell away from us!" screamed Harry's voice getting louder and louder with each word, until the whole Gryffindor table was watching them.
"Is there a problem here boys?" says Professor McGonagall sharply.
"There's obviously a problem Professor. Malfoy is calling Hermione some pretty bad stuff. And she's not even hear to stick up for herself!" replied Harry.
"But Harry, I'm right here silly. What are you yelling about?" asked Hermione as she walked in, totally oblivious, with someone Ron and Harry didn't recognize.
A/N: who is this mysterious person? A new Gryffindor perhaps? And what will happen to Malfoy? What's Harry's problem that he needs solved? Guess you'll have to wait until the next chapter. Please r&r!! What do you want to happen? What do you think will happen? How's my writing? Sorry it took so long to put up, my internet was down for waaaaay too long!!!!!
By Ruby Star
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they're all a product of the wonderful mind of J .K. Rowling, and I merely play with them.
Chapter One-
Sitting up in his bed looking out the window, Harry Potter The-Boy-Who- Lived stared at the bright full moon. It seemed extra large tonight, not unlike the last time he'd woken up in the middle of the night. He seemed to do that a lot. Tonight it was his scar, again. What else? The dream he'd had. It was telling him something, but what? There had been a large mirror and it said to him, not verbally, more through his mind, that there was an answer to his problems. What problems though? Everything had been going smoothly the past couple weeks, now that he was back at Hogwarts. Quidditch had started and he was on the team again. Professor McGonagall had actually named him team captain! That had been one of the most wonderful days of his life.
"Potter! Come here!"
Harry remembered himself saying, "Yes Professor, I'm coming!"
"Potter, it seems since Wood has graduated we are in need of a team captain and I think I know who it might be."
"Who Professor? One of the Weasley twins?"
She had laughed at him and said, "Potter don't play dumb with me- the new captain is YOU!"
He had stared at her, dumbfounded. He wasn't sure it was for real; he had had so many crazy dreams that summer. And yet it had been, he was truly Quidditch captain. He could see all his dreams slowly falling into place around him.
As the memory subsided and the room came back into focus, he remembered his dream, but just barely. It felt like he wasn't supposed to remember it. Whatever had put it in his mind had snatched it away and all he could recall now was that mirror telling him the answers were near and his problems could be solved.
What problems though?! He was going crazy trying to figure that out. It wasn't helping his sleeping at all either. He really needed his sleep for practice tomorrow, too. He lay down and tried not to think of all the things going on in his life at the moment. He had to sleep, he needed his sleep. Gotta get to sleep.
He did drift off eventually, but the dream came back.
The answers are coming. You will be happy again soon, the mirror told him.
Tell me what? He asked in a daze.
Tell you the answers. The love is coming back.
The love, wha.? Explain what you mean.
But the mirror had slowly retreated into the light in front of him and was gone. Harry felt like stone all of a sudden, like he could never move again. He wondered what it felt like to move at all. He couldn't remember.
The dream slowly faded away as Harry woke from Ron shaking him. Harry, Harry, wake up! He could hear Ron saying. As his vision de-blurred itself, Ron came into view. He had a worried look on his face, like he'd seen Voldemort resurrect himself or something. What was wrong with him? He wouldn't stop shaking Harry, forcing him into consciousness. And he was screaming, screaming at the top of his lungs for Harry to help him.
"Okay already Ron, I'm awake! Geeze," cried Harry.
"Harry! You're okay! I mean you aren't dead!" exclaimed Ron.
"How nice of you to notice Ron. Nothing gets by you these days, does it?" Harry was not in a very good mood, because of being rudely awakened twice that night. Oh wait, it was morning already.
"Harry! You were screaming and you were shaking and sweating. You kept asking what the answer was. Then suddenly you were very still, almost like. Harry you really scared me."
Harry stared at him, incredulous. Could he really have done all that, he wondered. He lay still for a second thinking about it when,
"HARRY!"
"What Ron, I'm awake already. I didn't go back to sleep. But thanks for waking me up. I know it was just a dream, but I really felt like, I don't know, a statue- rock hard and just as heavy. It was scary, but I wasn't scared. I don't know." he drifted off.
"Well it's over now. What say we go to breakfast?"
"Good idea."
And the two boys walked downstairs to the Great Hall where they feast daily. Ron ate as though he had never eaten before in his life. Harry ate little.
Just then Malfoy came over. He sneered at Harry, who was still sweating and whose face was contorted so that he looked as though he was making fun of Malfoy. Harry was thinking about how awful the dream had been.
Then Malfoy noticed Ron's eating habits- shoveling bite after bite into his mouth as fast as possible, barely chewing and swallowing at all. Malfoy grinned evilly at the sight.
"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Ron.
"Have you ever eaten in your entire life Weasle? I bet you just put more into your mouth with that fork then you have ever eaten total at your own house. This is the high life for ya, huh Ron? An entire bowl of cereal? I guess ya gotta eat when ya can."
"Malfoy, you dirty, rotten--" started Ron.
"Watch your tongue Weasle. Wouldn't want to say anything bad about your good friend Draco now would you?" he sneered.
"Malfoy that was low and you know it. You jerk, can't you just stay out of our lives for once?! We don't like you, so go away!" yelled Harry.
"Say, where's you little mudblood friend? Isn't she always by your side Potter? Isn't she your fan club? Where'd she go to?" asked Malfoy.
"You @$$hole, get the hell away from us!" screamed Harry's voice getting louder and louder with each word, until the whole Gryffindor table was watching them.
"Is there a problem here boys?" says Professor McGonagall sharply.
"There's obviously a problem Professor. Malfoy is calling Hermione some pretty bad stuff. And she's not even hear to stick up for herself!" replied Harry.
"But Harry, I'm right here silly. What are you yelling about?" asked Hermione as she walked in, totally oblivious, with someone Ron and Harry didn't recognize.
A/N: who is this mysterious person? A new Gryffindor perhaps? And what will happen to Malfoy? What's Harry's problem that he needs solved? Guess you'll have to wait until the next chapter. Please r&r!! What do you want to happen? What do you think will happen? How's my writing? Sorry it took so long to put up, my internet was down for waaaaay too long!!!!!