Harry Potter and the Harsh Truth
By Ruby Star
Last time: The girls looked put out so Hermione said, "I promise I'll tell you as soon as it's okay. First I need to find out what's going on and--"
"And you need to go eat with Lessa and Amy while I go talk to Harry." He walked out of the room quickly and turned around sharply to make sure they weren't following him. "I mean it!" He called back to them and vanished.
There's nothing the girls could do, but sit back down and eat. I mean, they could not have followed Ron to the Gryffindor common room, Harry would probably be in the boys' room anyway. Therefore, they sat down, but they did not like it. They didn't eat. They were just too worried.
"Maybe it's nothing. Maybe we're just imagining it was as bad as we thought it was," suggested Amy hopefully, "I mean Ron will take care of it, right? I'm sure Harry's fine." What she meant was she hoped.
"Yea maybe," replied Lessa.
"Maybe, but I don't think so," put in Hermione.
"Yea neither do I," said Lessa.
"It can't be good. You guys saw his face. He was horrified," commented Amy.
"And he's never acted like that before. He's never been that upset. You girls don't know him like I do," cried Hermione. "I'm going to go see what's wrong. I cannot just sit here like this. Harry is my best friend." With that, she got up and ran out of the room, Lessa and Amy just standing there, staring after her.
The three girls were not the only ones who had witnessed Harry's escape. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid had seen, too. Hagrid looked worried at once and McGonagall's face fell somewhat. They wanted to go see what the matter was with the boys, but Professor Dumbledore would not let them.
"This is a matter between Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Let us leave them to it. If they need help, they will ask. They always have before." And that was, as they say, that.
That afternoon was nothing short of torture of Harry and Hermione. In care of magical creatures, Hagrid kept staring at Harry and forgetting to teach. Professor McGonagall kept starting to say something to him every time she came near him, but she would remember Dumbledore's words and stop. The worst of them was Hermione, because she tried unceasingly to talk to him, but the poor boy was just so embarrassed he turned away. Ron stopped her anyway.
That night Harry sat in the common room, just thinking, when Hermione came in. She had been in the library with Ron, when she told him she had to go to the bathroom. Then she came to find Harry.
When Harry saw her, he got up to leave. She would not let him.
"Harry, wait, will you just talk to me?"
All she got was a gruff, "No."
"Harry Potter, you talk to me this instant. Do not walk away form me Harry, I thought I was one of your best friends. Talk to me!"
He turned slowly and stared at her for a second. Should I? He thought. Should I tell her? It would be so embarrassing.
"Harry," she started tentatively, not wanting to hurt his feelings, "is this about, us? I mean, as more than friends?"
"Of course, you knew." Harry plopped down on the easy chair, and his face turned a slight shade of red.
"Yeah, of course, I mean, how do you know? I'm sorry I can't help feeling how I do, but if you really don't-"
Harry cut her off quickly with, "Hermione what ARE you talking about?"
"About me- wait, what? You don't know?"
"You don't know, do you?"
"And you don't know?" They stared at each other, and then laughed.
"We are so lost!" They laughed harder, but inside each knew what the other had meant and each was elated. Now, how to share those feelings?
"STOP TRYING TO FIND THE ANSWER! I TOLD YOU WHAT IT IS AND IT WILL NOT HELP YOU!" screamed the mirror. Harry sat up and screamed too. It had been so scary, so real. As he looked around, he noticed sheepishly that he had awoken every boy in the dormitory and the girls, led by Hermione, were coming in to what was the matter. (They figured it was all right to go in the boys' dormitory if an ear shattering scream like that had awoken them all up anyway.) They all stared at him. "Harry, mind telling us what just happened?" asked Ron, a little shakily.
"Yes I do mind, and no I won't tell you. Good night," he said very curtly. Harry turned over and pretended he was going back to sleep. Hermione quietly urged all the girls back to bed, and told them she would tell them what happened in the morning at breakfast, if she knew. Ron was doing much the same thing with the boys. The two friends walked over to Harry's bedside then.
"Harry, you are having nightmares more and more often now. I think you know why that is. Maybe we should all go to Dumbledore and get this straightened out?" asked Hermione.
There was Hermione for you. Always, straight to Dumbledore. If he was not available right away, consult a book. Then go to him later. And sure enough.
"I don't think there's anything in the book of Magical Cures about nightmares. What do we do now?" She was at a loss without her two scapegoats.
"Okay Harry," said Ron, "It's time to let us in on exactly what goes on in your head at night. Why don't we just talk it over and see if we can solve the mystery so it will go away?" He remained incredibly calm, not at all like himself. He was just over tired and grouchy, but his two best friends didn't know that.
Harry nodded. "Oaky, well." He explained the entire dream and the ones before that too. They turned the dream over repeatedly, trying to figure it out. They HAD to figure it out.
"A book. . .from a friend. . . about someone you loved. . .not the Dursleys obviously. . .a problem. . .that can be solved. . .but isn't worth solving. . .because of greater risk. . .and a mirror that talks and shows you what you want. . ." mumbled Harry.
"A mirror? A mirror that shows you what you want? Duh! The Mirror of Erised! That shows us what we want and not need. What did you see in the mirror! Harry, what did you see?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't think I ever really looked IN the mirror, just AT it. I was a little scared you know!" Harry could not believe he just admitted so willingly he was afraid. Hermione didn't notice.
"Well, next time, look in the mirror. Then we can solve this problem of the problem you can solve but shouldn't!" she said bubbily (She was bubbly because she had figured it out once again and this was the only way she could gloat and not be mean about it. It worked for her purpose).
"How does she do it? How does she always figure it out?" Ron said grumpily. "Now, can we all go back to sleep and Hermione, you aren't even supposed to be in here, you know."
"I think the teachers would allow it if they only knew."
"Knowing them, and especially Dumbledore, they know. They always know."
A/N: Yay! I finally finished chapter six! Only took me. . .how many months? LoL Sorry about that for anyone who may have been waiting on it. The next one will come faster, cause I'm on break right now. About the story. . . sorry if it got a little corny there for a while, I try not to do that too much. And to let you know, the whole liking Hermione thing DIDN'T blow over, it was just momentarily forgotten! Enjoy. . .
Oh, and tell me if I made enough spelling/grammar mistakes for it to be distracting, I can always change em!
By Ruby Star
Last time: The girls looked put out so Hermione said, "I promise I'll tell you as soon as it's okay. First I need to find out what's going on and--"
"And you need to go eat with Lessa and Amy while I go talk to Harry." He walked out of the room quickly and turned around sharply to make sure they weren't following him. "I mean it!" He called back to them and vanished.
There's nothing the girls could do, but sit back down and eat. I mean, they could not have followed Ron to the Gryffindor common room, Harry would probably be in the boys' room anyway. Therefore, they sat down, but they did not like it. They didn't eat. They were just too worried.
"Maybe it's nothing. Maybe we're just imagining it was as bad as we thought it was," suggested Amy hopefully, "I mean Ron will take care of it, right? I'm sure Harry's fine." What she meant was she hoped.
"Yea maybe," replied Lessa.
"Maybe, but I don't think so," put in Hermione.
"Yea neither do I," said Lessa.
"It can't be good. You guys saw his face. He was horrified," commented Amy.
"And he's never acted like that before. He's never been that upset. You girls don't know him like I do," cried Hermione. "I'm going to go see what's wrong. I cannot just sit here like this. Harry is my best friend." With that, she got up and ran out of the room, Lessa and Amy just standing there, staring after her.
The three girls were not the only ones who had witnessed Harry's escape. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid had seen, too. Hagrid looked worried at once and McGonagall's face fell somewhat. They wanted to go see what the matter was with the boys, but Professor Dumbledore would not let them.
"This is a matter between Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Let us leave them to it. If they need help, they will ask. They always have before." And that was, as they say, that.
That afternoon was nothing short of torture of Harry and Hermione. In care of magical creatures, Hagrid kept staring at Harry and forgetting to teach. Professor McGonagall kept starting to say something to him every time she came near him, but she would remember Dumbledore's words and stop. The worst of them was Hermione, because she tried unceasingly to talk to him, but the poor boy was just so embarrassed he turned away. Ron stopped her anyway.
That night Harry sat in the common room, just thinking, when Hermione came in. She had been in the library with Ron, when she told him she had to go to the bathroom. Then she came to find Harry.
When Harry saw her, he got up to leave. She would not let him.
"Harry, wait, will you just talk to me?"
All she got was a gruff, "No."
"Harry Potter, you talk to me this instant. Do not walk away form me Harry, I thought I was one of your best friends. Talk to me!"
He turned slowly and stared at her for a second. Should I? He thought. Should I tell her? It would be so embarrassing.
"Harry," she started tentatively, not wanting to hurt his feelings, "is this about, us? I mean, as more than friends?"
"Of course, you knew." Harry plopped down on the easy chair, and his face turned a slight shade of red.
"Yeah, of course, I mean, how do you know? I'm sorry I can't help feeling how I do, but if you really don't-"
Harry cut her off quickly with, "Hermione what ARE you talking about?"
"About me- wait, what? You don't know?"
"You don't know, do you?"
"And you don't know?" They stared at each other, and then laughed.
"We are so lost!" They laughed harder, but inside each knew what the other had meant and each was elated. Now, how to share those feelings?
"STOP TRYING TO FIND THE ANSWER! I TOLD YOU WHAT IT IS AND IT WILL NOT HELP YOU!" screamed the mirror. Harry sat up and screamed too. It had been so scary, so real. As he looked around, he noticed sheepishly that he had awoken every boy in the dormitory and the girls, led by Hermione, were coming in to what was the matter. (They figured it was all right to go in the boys' dormitory if an ear shattering scream like that had awoken them all up anyway.) They all stared at him. "Harry, mind telling us what just happened?" asked Ron, a little shakily.
"Yes I do mind, and no I won't tell you. Good night," he said very curtly. Harry turned over and pretended he was going back to sleep. Hermione quietly urged all the girls back to bed, and told them she would tell them what happened in the morning at breakfast, if she knew. Ron was doing much the same thing with the boys. The two friends walked over to Harry's bedside then.
"Harry, you are having nightmares more and more often now. I think you know why that is. Maybe we should all go to Dumbledore and get this straightened out?" asked Hermione.
There was Hermione for you. Always, straight to Dumbledore. If he was not available right away, consult a book. Then go to him later. And sure enough.
"I don't think there's anything in the book of Magical Cures about nightmares. What do we do now?" She was at a loss without her two scapegoats.
"Okay Harry," said Ron, "It's time to let us in on exactly what goes on in your head at night. Why don't we just talk it over and see if we can solve the mystery so it will go away?" He remained incredibly calm, not at all like himself. He was just over tired and grouchy, but his two best friends didn't know that.
Harry nodded. "Oaky, well." He explained the entire dream and the ones before that too. They turned the dream over repeatedly, trying to figure it out. They HAD to figure it out.
"A book. . .from a friend. . . about someone you loved. . .not the Dursleys obviously. . .a problem. . .that can be solved. . .but isn't worth solving. . .because of greater risk. . .and a mirror that talks and shows you what you want. . ." mumbled Harry.
"A mirror? A mirror that shows you what you want? Duh! The Mirror of Erised! That shows us what we want and not need. What did you see in the mirror! Harry, what did you see?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't think I ever really looked IN the mirror, just AT it. I was a little scared you know!" Harry could not believe he just admitted so willingly he was afraid. Hermione didn't notice.
"Well, next time, look in the mirror. Then we can solve this problem of the problem you can solve but shouldn't!" she said bubbily (She was bubbly because she had figured it out once again and this was the only way she could gloat and not be mean about it. It worked for her purpose).
"How does she do it? How does she always figure it out?" Ron said grumpily. "Now, can we all go back to sleep and Hermione, you aren't even supposed to be in here, you know."
"I think the teachers would allow it if they only knew."
"Knowing them, and especially Dumbledore, they know. They always know."
A/N: Yay! I finally finished chapter six! Only took me. . .how many months? LoL Sorry about that for anyone who may have been waiting on it. The next one will come faster, cause I'm on break right now. About the story. . . sorry if it got a little corny there for a while, I try not to do that too much. And to let you know, the whole liking Hermione thing DIDN'T blow over, it was just momentarily forgotten! Enjoy. . .
Oh, and tell me if I made enough spelling/grammar mistakes for it to be distracting, I can always change em!