Chapter 3: Sister Troubles
Hannah ran up to her room after the feast. She was upset, really upset. she had waited all her life to finally meet Harry, and thought she would be happy when she did. But she wasn't happy, she felt as if she were lost. Since she was six, she dreamedd of her brother and his friends. But yesterday, she soon found out that being with them didn't feel right. It didn't feel like she was herself during the feast. Trying to laugh in all the right places, trying to talk in some conversations, even though she didn't know what the hell they were talking about, which made her seem like a complete idiot.
So she sat on her new bed, head in arms, crying. Why did she even have to meet her stupid brother and his stupid friends? It wasn't like Voldemort would be hurting her in America! So why did she think every thing would be alright, coming to Hogwarts to save her git of a brother and his sorry excuses for friends? Why did everything have to happen to her? Her parents died, she was separated from her twin, she was recently separated from her best friend, Angel McCartney, and now she just made a fool out of herself in front of the cutest guy she had ever seen, Ron Weasley.
So, she just sat there, crying. Not knowing what time it was. Not knowing if anyone noticed she was gone. And not knowing if Ron had even remembered her from tonight.
Then, suddenly, someone ran into the room. It was Hermione, followed by Harry and Ron. She turned so her back was to the door and stopped crying.
"Hannah! Come on!" She heard Harry yell. "Come down to the common room with us."
"No." She said, trying to keep her voice calm, but let out a little sob with her answer.
"Hannah? Are you okay?" Came the soothing voice of Hermione.
"No." Said Hannah, giving up and crying into her arms again. She immediatly heard the three of them rush by her side. Harry obviously in the lead, because he reached her first. He moved in front of her and lookeed at her with sypathetic eyes.
"What's wrong, Hannah?" Harry asked.
"Like you would care!" She shouted at him, getting up and running out of the room. Half-way down the stairs, she ran into the Head Boy, George Weasley.
"Hannah? What's wrong?" George said, looking behind Hannah. Hannah turned around and saw Ron. Only Ron.
"Where are Harry and Hermione?" Hannah asked.
"Well, Harry is saying it's all his fault, and Hermione is saying he's being to hard on himself. What do you think?" Ron asked Hannah.
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Hannah had a pleading look in her eyes that Ron couldn't ignore. To his great suprise, he reached forward and kissed her.
"I best be on my way then." Ron heard George saying.
But before George left, Ron heard Fred saying while climbing the stairs, "Oy! Ron! How about a game of chess? Maybe not." He said as he reached the spot where George, Hannah and him were. Then Fred and George left, making fun of Ron. The next thing he knew, he was pulled away from Hannah and pushed against the wall.
"Ahhh!" Ron screamed, as he dodged a punch from Harry. He could hear George and Fred running back up the stairs.
"Oy! What's going on here?" George said. But Harry just ignored him, pinning Ron against the wall. Fred quickly pulled him off.
"Why were you kissing my sister?!" Harry yelled at Ron, struggling against Fred and George's holds on him. 'Probably wants to punch me again.' Ron thought.
"At least you found out about me and Ginny through her notebook! Not us kissing!" Harry yelled.
"WHAT?!?!" Fred screamed at Harry, taking a swing at him, but missed. Ron had pushed him so he wouldn't hurt his best friend. Even if Harry did try to punch him, he had a point.
"Sorry, Harry." Ron said sheepishly.
But Ron knew by the way Harry was looking at him, that everything was alright between them.
"Hannah, can I talk to you?" Harry asked, still staring at Ron, his eyes suddenly ablaze with fire. Maybe they weren't okay.
Hannah followed Harry into the common room, and out the portrait hole. But rather reluctantly, in Ron's opinion.
He decided to go back upstairs to Hermione's room. He walked in and saw her crying on her bed.
"Mione?" Ron said softly. "What's wrong?"
"I can't beleive it!" She cried, looking up at Ron through teary eyes.
"Can't beleive what?" Ron asked, sitting next to her and rubbing her back.
"I was just trying to comfort him, telling himit wasn't his fault, and he yelled at me, practiacally screamed at me!" Hermione cried again.
"Who's 'he'?" Ron asked. hermione just pointed towards her forehead, to upset to speak. "Harry?" Ron asked, and Hermione nodded. "Oh my god! I'll go talk to him for you! I owe him a puch anyway, for what he did to me a minute ago!"
"No!" Hermione screamed, finally calming down. "He's just upset because of Hannah!" Ron gave her a look that said, 'Well, he still shouldn't have yelled at you!'. "I know he shouldn't have yelled, but he just needs time!"
"Fine!" Ron yelled, leaving to go back to his room to sleep.
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Harry lead Hannah to the Prefects Tower that evening to talk about what she said earlier. Harry couldn't understand why she felt the way she did. She thought Harry didn't care?
"Even though I haven't know you for that long, I still would care!" Harry tried to convince Hannah. "Now tell me, what's wrong?"
"I just feel out of place at Hogwarts! I feel like I shouldn't be hear!" She cried, tears flowwing down her face. Harry wiped them away. "If I wasn't here for a reason, I'd go back to Andrews with Angel! I miss my best friend!"
"What reason are you hear for?" Harry asked her, interested.
"Dumbledore said your not supposed to know yet!" Hannah cried again.
"HANNAH! Calm down! Please." Harry said, giving her the puppy dog pout face. It always worked on him when Ron did it. Maybe it would work on Hannah, too. Hannah gave in and calmed down.
"How'd you know that would work on me?" Hannah asked Harry, curiosity in her voice.
"Well, it always works on me when Ron does it. I figured it would work on you, too." Harry said, smiling at Hannah. Hannah smiled back. Harry noticed Hannah's smile was identical to his. "We have the same smile, also." That comment made Hannah smile even bigger. "Hannah, me and the gang will make you feel welcome at Hogwarts. Though I think Ron already has." They both laughed slightly at that comment. "But my point is," Harry went on. "that you'll never feel out of place again. I'll personally make sure of that. I promise."
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That night, Harry had a dream that was the worst of the whole lot of them put together, (A/N: I'm trying to sound a little British. But I'm American.)but he knew it hadn't happened yet, and that he was seeing it to prevent it.
(DREAM)
"Harry! Harry, help me!" Came the voice of Ronald Weasley. He was standing in a room. Wormtail was sitting inthe corner farthest away from Ron, and Voldemort was sitting in a chair between the two.
"Foolish boy! He cannot save you! Potter doesn't even know you're gone! he's too busy paying attention to that sister of his!" Came Voldemort's cold, evil voice.
"Harry will notice! He has to!" Ron cried, tears flowwing down his cheeks.
"Do not judge me! Crucio!" Ron started screaming in pain.
(DREAM OVER-FOR NOW)
"Ron. Ron! RON!" Harry screamed in his sleep in the Prefects Tower. Hermione quickly ran to the Gryffindor House room.
"Password?" Asked the Fat Lady, half-asleep, looking annoyed.
"WaterBeetle!" Hermione quickly ran up the stairs to the boys' room so get Ron. "Ron! Get up! NOW!"
"Mione? Your not supposed to be in here!" Ron said, but he got up anyway.
"I don't care! Harry's having a nightmare! And he's screaming your name!"
"The git's probably still just mad at me!" Ron said, getting back in bed.
"No, Ron! I could tell it was something much bigger than that!" At that, Ron quickly got out of bed and ran over to the door. Hermione led the way to the Prefect Tower, stopping in front of a wall. Ron just stared at her, confused.
"Dumbledore!" Hermione shouted. The next thing Ron knew, the wall opened and revieled another chammber. Hermione led Ron to the second door on the right. Before she even opened it, Ron heard Harry screaming inside.
"RON! NO! RON! AHH! NO! RON!" Harry screamed. Ron tried to wake him up, but it was no use.
(DREAM-AGAIN)
Ron fell to the floor, gasping for breath, his eyes teary. "Harry! Help!" Ron cried out, hoping that Harry would notice he was gone.
"Oh, do I frighted you, Mr. Weasley? Do you want me to stop?" Volemort asked, his voice full of amusment.
"Leave me alone!" Ron screamed, though he knew it was no use.
"Do not tell me what to do! Crucio!" Ron started screaming in pain again.
(DREAM OVER-REALLY, IT IS)
"Ron! Ron! NO!" Harry cried in his sleep, tears flowing down his face. Ron looked worriedly at his friend. What could he possible be dreaming about? What was happening to Ron that was so horrible? But at the same time, he deffinately knew that Harry had forgave him, the way he was screaming his name.
"Harry! Wake up!" Ron shouted in his ear.
Harry jerked awake almost immediatly. "Ron!" He cried, tears still running down his face. "You're alright!" Harry hugged him.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked Harry, patting him akwardly on the back. "I'm fine Harry. Stop crying. Now, tell me what your dream was about." Ron said, pulling Harry right up, and wiping away his tears.
Ron could tell Harry didn't want to tell him, and he knew why, so he gave him the puppy dog pout, and fake crying at the same time.
"I know it's some thing bad about me," Ron 'cried'. "or else you wouldn't have been screaming my name like bloody mad. But I want to know!"
Harry smiled at him, and Ron knew that he had cheered him up, because he knew that Ron had just been faking.
"Hey!" Ron shouted suddenly, looking around. "You've got a better room than me! and you don't have to share it, either. Wait! Where'd Hermione go? Oh, well. just tell me about the dream.
So Harry told Ron about the dream, stopping at parts to see how Ron was taking it, even the part about Harry not even knowing that he was missing.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said. Ron saw that his eyes were getting teary again.
"It's okay, Harry, it was just a dream." Ron said, in a rather high voice.
"Not just the dream, about last night as well. I had no right to act the way I did." Harry said, a single tear running down his cheek. Ron wiped it away.(A/N: No, they're not gay! They have girlfriends, remember? They're just really good best friends.)
"It's okay, Harry. I freaked out about you and Ginny, too."
"Not as much as me."
"True." Ron agreed. They both just sat there laughing for a few minutes.
'Doesn't Harry's dreams always come true?' Ron asked himself.
Harry must have snsed what Ron was thinking, because he said, "Don't worry, Ron. I won't let it happen."
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The next afternoon was wore than last night, if that's even possible.
After Potions class had ended, Harry and Ron found themselves in another argument in the library. Luckily, they were the only one's there.
"No! This isn't about Hannah, Ron! It's about you kissing her!" Harry yelled.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't have kissed her if you weren't going out with Ginny!" Ron screamed back. He threw a puch at Harry and got his fist all bloody. Harry and Ron began to fight, and only stopped when Ron yelled at Harry.
"You have the perfect life, so you think you can boss others around! Well, guess what?" Ron yelled at Harry. "YOU CAN'T!"
"I have the perfect life, do I?" Harry questioned Ron. ron gave hima a confused look.Harry took off his shirt shirt to reveal scars. "The Durley's have beaten me since I can remember! And look at this!" harry said, showing Ron marks on his wrists. "I've tried to commit suicide more than once!"
At that, he quickly put his shirt on and stormed out of the library.
Hannah ran up to her room after the feast. She was upset, really upset. she had waited all her life to finally meet Harry, and thought she would be happy when she did. But she wasn't happy, she felt as if she were lost. Since she was six, she dreamedd of her brother and his friends. But yesterday, she soon found out that being with them didn't feel right. It didn't feel like she was herself during the feast. Trying to laugh in all the right places, trying to talk in some conversations, even though she didn't know what the hell they were talking about, which made her seem like a complete idiot.
So she sat on her new bed, head in arms, crying. Why did she even have to meet her stupid brother and his stupid friends? It wasn't like Voldemort would be hurting her in America! So why did she think every thing would be alright, coming to Hogwarts to save her git of a brother and his sorry excuses for friends? Why did everything have to happen to her? Her parents died, she was separated from her twin, she was recently separated from her best friend, Angel McCartney, and now she just made a fool out of herself in front of the cutest guy she had ever seen, Ron Weasley.
So, she just sat there, crying. Not knowing what time it was. Not knowing if anyone noticed she was gone. And not knowing if Ron had even remembered her from tonight.
Then, suddenly, someone ran into the room. It was Hermione, followed by Harry and Ron. She turned so her back was to the door and stopped crying.
"Hannah! Come on!" She heard Harry yell. "Come down to the common room with us."
"No." She said, trying to keep her voice calm, but let out a little sob with her answer.
"Hannah? Are you okay?" Came the soothing voice of Hermione.
"No." Said Hannah, giving up and crying into her arms again. She immediatly heard the three of them rush by her side. Harry obviously in the lead, because he reached her first. He moved in front of her and lookeed at her with sypathetic eyes.
"What's wrong, Hannah?" Harry asked.
"Like you would care!" She shouted at him, getting up and running out of the room. Half-way down the stairs, she ran into the Head Boy, George Weasley.
"Hannah? What's wrong?" George said, looking behind Hannah. Hannah turned around and saw Ron. Only Ron.
"Where are Harry and Hermione?" Hannah asked.
"Well, Harry is saying it's all his fault, and Hermione is saying he's being to hard on himself. What do you think?" Ron asked Hannah.
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Hannah had a pleading look in her eyes that Ron couldn't ignore. To his great suprise, he reached forward and kissed her.
"I best be on my way then." Ron heard George saying.
But before George left, Ron heard Fred saying while climbing the stairs, "Oy! Ron! How about a game of chess? Maybe not." He said as he reached the spot where George, Hannah and him were. Then Fred and George left, making fun of Ron. The next thing he knew, he was pulled away from Hannah and pushed against the wall.
"Ahhh!" Ron screamed, as he dodged a punch from Harry. He could hear George and Fred running back up the stairs.
"Oy! What's going on here?" George said. But Harry just ignored him, pinning Ron against the wall. Fred quickly pulled him off.
"Why were you kissing my sister?!" Harry yelled at Ron, struggling against Fred and George's holds on him. 'Probably wants to punch me again.' Ron thought.
"At least you found out about me and Ginny through her notebook! Not us kissing!" Harry yelled.
"WHAT?!?!" Fred screamed at Harry, taking a swing at him, but missed. Ron had pushed him so he wouldn't hurt his best friend. Even if Harry did try to punch him, he had a point.
"Sorry, Harry." Ron said sheepishly.
But Ron knew by the way Harry was looking at him, that everything was alright between them.
"Hannah, can I talk to you?" Harry asked, still staring at Ron, his eyes suddenly ablaze with fire. Maybe they weren't okay.
Hannah followed Harry into the common room, and out the portrait hole. But rather reluctantly, in Ron's opinion.
He decided to go back upstairs to Hermione's room. He walked in and saw her crying on her bed.
"Mione?" Ron said softly. "What's wrong?"
"I can't beleive it!" She cried, looking up at Ron through teary eyes.
"Can't beleive what?" Ron asked, sitting next to her and rubbing her back.
"I was just trying to comfort him, telling himit wasn't his fault, and he yelled at me, practiacally screamed at me!" Hermione cried again.
"Who's 'he'?" Ron asked. hermione just pointed towards her forehead, to upset to speak. "Harry?" Ron asked, and Hermione nodded. "Oh my god! I'll go talk to him for you! I owe him a puch anyway, for what he did to me a minute ago!"
"No!" Hermione screamed, finally calming down. "He's just upset because of Hannah!" Ron gave her a look that said, 'Well, he still shouldn't have yelled at you!'. "I know he shouldn't have yelled, but he just needs time!"
"Fine!" Ron yelled, leaving to go back to his room to sleep.
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Harry lead Hannah to the Prefects Tower that evening to talk about what she said earlier. Harry couldn't understand why she felt the way she did. She thought Harry didn't care?
"Even though I haven't know you for that long, I still would care!" Harry tried to convince Hannah. "Now tell me, what's wrong?"
"I just feel out of place at Hogwarts! I feel like I shouldn't be hear!" She cried, tears flowwing down her face. Harry wiped them away. "If I wasn't here for a reason, I'd go back to Andrews with Angel! I miss my best friend!"
"What reason are you hear for?" Harry asked her, interested.
"Dumbledore said your not supposed to know yet!" Hannah cried again.
"HANNAH! Calm down! Please." Harry said, giving her the puppy dog pout face. It always worked on him when Ron did it. Maybe it would work on Hannah, too. Hannah gave in and calmed down.
"How'd you know that would work on me?" Hannah asked Harry, curiosity in her voice.
"Well, it always works on me when Ron does it. I figured it would work on you, too." Harry said, smiling at Hannah. Hannah smiled back. Harry noticed Hannah's smile was identical to his. "We have the same smile, also." That comment made Hannah smile even bigger. "Hannah, me and the gang will make you feel welcome at Hogwarts. Though I think Ron already has." They both laughed slightly at that comment. "But my point is," Harry went on. "that you'll never feel out of place again. I'll personally make sure of that. I promise."
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That night, Harry had a dream that was the worst of the whole lot of them put together, (A/N: I'm trying to sound a little British. But I'm American.)but he knew it hadn't happened yet, and that he was seeing it to prevent it.
(DREAM)
"Harry! Harry, help me!" Came the voice of Ronald Weasley. He was standing in a room. Wormtail was sitting inthe corner farthest away from Ron, and Voldemort was sitting in a chair between the two.
"Foolish boy! He cannot save you! Potter doesn't even know you're gone! he's too busy paying attention to that sister of his!" Came Voldemort's cold, evil voice.
"Harry will notice! He has to!" Ron cried, tears flowwing down his cheeks.
"Do not judge me! Crucio!" Ron started screaming in pain.
(DREAM OVER-FOR NOW)
"Ron. Ron! RON!" Harry screamed in his sleep in the Prefects Tower. Hermione quickly ran to the Gryffindor House room.
"Password?" Asked the Fat Lady, half-asleep, looking annoyed.
"WaterBeetle!" Hermione quickly ran up the stairs to the boys' room so get Ron. "Ron! Get up! NOW!"
"Mione? Your not supposed to be in here!" Ron said, but he got up anyway.
"I don't care! Harry's having a nightmare! And he's screaming your name!"
"The git's probably still just mad at me!" Ron said, getting back in bed.
"No, Ron! I could tell it was something much bigger than that!" At that, Ron quickly got out of bed and ran over to the door. Hermione led the way to the Prefect Tower, stopping in front of a wall. Ron just stared at her, confused.
"Dumbledore!" Hermione shouted. The next thing Ron knew, the wall opened and revieled another chammber. Hermione led Ron to the second door on the right. Before she even opened it, Ron heard Harry screaming inside.
"RON! NO! RON! AHH! NO! RON!" Harry screamed. Ron tried to wake him up, but it was no use.
(DREAM-AGAIN)
Ron fell to the floor, gasping for breath, his eyes teary. "Harry! Help!" Ron cried out, hoping that Harry would notice he was gone.
"Oh, do I frighted you, Mr. Weasley? Do you want me to stop?" Volemort asked, his voice full of amusment.
"Leave me alone!" Ron screamed, though he knew it was no use.
"Do not tell me what to do! Crucio!" Ron started screaming in pain again.
(DREAM OVER-REALLY, IT IS)
"Ron! Ron! NO!" Harry cried in his sleep, tears flowing down his face. Ron looked worriedly at his friend. What could he possible be dreaming about? What was happening to Ron that was so horrible? But at the same time, he deffinately knew that Harry had forgave him, the way he was screaming his name.
"Harry! Wake up!" Ron shouted in his ear.
Harry jerked awake almost immediatly. "Ron!" He cried, tears still running down his face. "You're alright!" Harry hugged him.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked Harry, patting him akwardly on the back. "I'm fine Harry. Stop crying. Now, tell me what your dream was about." Ron said, pulling Harry right up, and wiping away his tears.
Ron could tell Harry didn't want to tell him, and he knew why, so he gave him the puppy dog pout, and fake crying at the same time.
"I know it's some thing bad about me," Ron 'cried'. "or else you wouldn't have been screaming my name like bloody mad. But I want to know!"
Harry smiled at him, and Ron knew that he had cheered him up, because he knew that Ron had just been faking.
"Hey!" Ron shouted suddenly, looking around. "You've got a better room than me! and you don't have to share it, either. Wait! Where'd Hermione go? Oh, well. just tell me about the dream.
So Harry told Ron about the dream, stopping at parts to see how Ron was taking it, even the part about Harry not even knowing that he was missing.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said. Ron saw that his eyes were getting teary again.
"It's okay, Harry, it was just a dream." Ron said, in a rather high voice.
"Not just the dream, about last night as well. I had no right to act the way I did." Harry said, a single tear running down his cheek. Ron wiped it away.(A/N: No, they're not gay! They have girlfriends, remember? They're just really good best friends.)
"It's okay, Harry. I freaked out about you and Ginny, too."
"Not as much as me."
"True." Ron agreed. They both just sat there laughing for a few minutes.
'Doesn't Harry's dreams always come true?' Ron asked himself.
Harry must have snsed what Ron was thinking, because he said, "Don't worry, Ron. I won't let it happen."
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The next afternoon was wore than last night, if that's even possible.
After Potions class had ended, Harry and Ron found themselves in another argument in the library. Luckily, they were the only one's there.
"No! This isn't about Hannah, Ron! It's about you kissing her!" Harry yelled.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't have kissed her if you weren't going out with Ginny!" Ron screamed back. He threw a puch at Harry and got his fist all bloody. Harry and Ron began to fight, and only stopped when Ron yelled at Harry.
"You have the perfect life, so you think you can boss others around! Well, guess what?" Ron yelled at Harry. "YOU CAN'T!"
"I have the perfect life, do I?" Harry questioned Ron. ron gave hima a confused look.Harry took off his shirt shirt to reveal scars. "The Durley's have beaten me since I can remember! And look at this!" harry said, showing Ron marks on his wrists. "I've tried to commit suicide more than once!"
At that, he quickly put his shirt on and stormed out of the library.
