Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for the plot and the name Dylan Stonewell
(a.k.a. Harry Potter, who I don't own).
A/N: Just remember that Dylan is Harry!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 2: Dylan Stonewell
Hermione Granger was sitting alone near a window in the Common Room after dinner. She was just staring at a closed box. No emotion was present on her face.
Ron was watching her from the other side of the room. Lavender sat down next to him. Ron didn't even notice that Lavender was there until she spoke up. "Do you know what's in that box?" She asked.
"Not a clue." He answered. "If I'd ask her, she probably wouldn't even realize I was there. Do you know what's in there?" He looked over at Lavender.
"It's Harry's most prized possessions." Lavender said looking at the box. "Dumbledore gave them to her because there's a note in there addressed to her."
"Do you know what the note says?" Ron asked.
"It talks about the stuff in the box and how Harry feels about Hermione." Lavender said. Ron didn't know how to respond to that. He just watched Hermione stare at the box.
Just then, the Portrait Hole to the Common Room opened. Everyone in the Common Room went quiet and looked to see who had entered. In strode a brown-haired boy with ice-blue eyes.
He looked around the Common Room. He had an urge to walk over to Ron but remembered that Ron didn't know him, well, Dylan Stonewell anyway. Instead he walked over to Hermione. She looked up when he stopped in front of her.
"May I help you?" She asked. She looked into his blue eyes and shivered. She could have sworn that those eyes were like Harry's, only a different color. They even looked at her the same way.
"Um.might you be Hermione Granger?" He asked smiling at her.
"I might be." She smirked. "Why do you ask?" She looked up at him.
"Dylan Stonewell. The headmaster said he talked to you earlier." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"Then, I am Hermione Granger." She shook his hand from her sitting possession. "I hope you found the tower well." She said.
"Yes, of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" Dylan said while sitting down. Then he realized that he hadn't been there. Hermione gave him a look, the look that she gave him, Harry, when she thought he was being dumb. "I mean, Professor Dumbledore told me exactly how to get here."
"Oh.." She said.
"I know it's none of my business, but is there something wrong?" Dylan asked looking right into Hermione's eyes.
"You wouldn't understand." She said looking away from him and back at the box.
"Oh, okay." He said. He left it at that. He, well Harry, knew that she didn't like to be pressured into telling something. He pretended to start to get up.
"Do you really want to know?" She asked. He sat back down and nodded. "Well, you see, my boyfriend just died, and well, I never really got a chance to tell him how I felt." Tears filled up her eyes. A few began to fall down the cheeks.
"I sure that even if you didn't tell him how you felt, he knows. I bet he loves you more than anything in the world." He smiled lightly.
"Thanks." Hermione said, wiping the tears away. "You're really nice." Dylan smiled at her. She shivered again. She knew that smile. It was the smile that Harry reserved just for her.
"Hello Hermione. Who's your new friend?" Someone asked behind her. When Hermione looked up, sure enough Ron and Lavender where standing behind her.
"Dylan Stonewell." He held out his hand for Ron to shake.
"Ron Weasley." He shook his hand. "So, what school did you attend before this one?" Hermione became VERY interested.
"Oh, um," Dylan hesitated. He had to make up something fast. "It really didn't have a shortened name like Hogwarts. It was America's Central School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Never heard of it." Lavender said.
"Well, of course. It's not here in Britain, it's in America." Dylan stated dumbly.
"But," Ron started. He looked rather confused. "You don't have an American accent."
"I was born in right here in Britain." Dylan said. "I was just sent to live with some relatives that live in America." Dylan thought to himself, 'Gosh! I'm not that bad at making up stories!'
"Oh." Ron said, still looking rather confused. "I'm going to bed. Too much for me to take in, in one day." He turned away and began to walk up to the boy's dorms.
Dylan got up also. "Good night." He smiled at Hermione. He followed Ron up to the dorms.
Lavender waits until the boys are out of earshot. "Seems a little, um, off, doesn't he?" Raises an eyebrow at Hermione.
"Which one?" Hermione smiles at Lavender.
"Seriously now. 'America's Central School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'? I mean, I realize I haven't heard of EVERY wizarding school in the world, but." Lavender looks suspicious.
"I guess you're right." Hermione said looking down at the box that is still in front of her. "Want to hear something ridiculous?" Lavender nodded. "Okay. Well, when he looked at me with those eyes, I could have sworn that they looked just like Harry's, only a different color. Then, when he smiled at me, it looked like the same smile Harry gave me."
Lavender looked at Hermione softly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but now that Harry's gone, a lot of stuff is going to look like his." She said this all very slowly.
"I know what I saw." Hermione stated getting a little aggravated.
"But, maybe you're right. Maybe he looks a lot like Harry to someone who knows him inside and out." Lavender gave her a soft smile before retreating off to bed.
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"Dylan!" A voice yelled next to his bed. Ron was standing over him with a pillow. "Come on! Get up! Breakfast!" He threw the pillow at Dylan before reaching for his Prefect badge.
"Yeah, yeah." Dylan said, sitting up slowly.
"Gees! You move as slow as H-." Ron started but couldn't finish. He walked over to the window and looked out. "Sorry. We just usually don't say his name anymore. Not out loud anyway." He sighs as he looks for his other shoe.
"Why not?" Dylan asks. He feels his heart drop. He never imagined how much he meant to people.
"It just, I don't know, causes someone or other to cry." Ron replied from inside his trunk. "We couldn't get passed the first week without everyone feeling horrible. It's lasts longer on some people, like Hermione, for example. I don't think she'll ever get over the pain. That's why everyone is being nice to her."
"Oh." Dylan looks away.
"Anyway," Ron said while tying his shoe. "Let's get down to the Great Hall before Lavender and Hermione start a search-and-rescue. Can't be late to anything or Hermione will start to hyperventilate."
******
"I was getting worried." Hermione said as Dylan and Ron walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"I told you not to get worried over me." Ron said sitting down. "You have enough to worry about." He pats her hand gently. "Gosh, I'm hungry!" He piles bacon, eggs, and toast on his plate.
"Easy now, Ron." Lavender says across from him. "It's not going to disappear THAT fast." She smirks.
"I know that." Ron says smiling at her. Lavender smiles back.
"Aren't you hungry, Dylan?" Hermione asked. "At least have some -." She didn't get a chance to finish because Ron cuts her off.
"Hermione!" Ron says. "Maybe he's not hungry."
"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "I'll stop." She looks down at a box that sits on her lap.
Dylan smiles to himself. He hoped that that box of his would be loved. He started to think about when he gathered all those items together and wrote that note.
"Dylan!" Lavender yelled at him from across the table, disturbing his thoughts. "You've got mail." She points to the tawny owl in front of him.
Dylan takes the letter from the jumpy owl, which takes off immediately. The note read,
Dylan,
I would like to see you in my office before you head off to classes.
Professor Dumbledore
"Looks like someone is in trouble." Ron laughs after reading the note.
~*~*~*That's all for now! Be sure to REVIEW! I would also like to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter!~*~*~*
*~*~*~I know this really isn't my best chapter but I promise the next will be better!~*~*~*
A/N: Just remember that Dylan is Harry!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 2: Dylan Stonewell
Hermione Granger was sitting alone near a window in the Common Room after dinner. She was just staring at a closed box. No emotion was present on her face.
Ron was watching her from the other side of the room. Lavender sat down next to him. Ron didn't even notice that Lavender was there until she spoke up. "Do you know what's in that box?" She asked.
"Not a clue." He answered. "If I'd ask her, she probably wouldn't even realize I was there. Do you know what's in there?" He looked over at Lavender.
"It's Harry's most prized possessions." Lavender said looking at the box. "Dumbledore gave them to her because there's a note in there addressed to her."
"Do you know what the note says?" Ron asked.
"It talks about the stuff in the box and how Harry feels about Hermione." Lavender said. Ron didn't know how to respond to that. He just watched Hermione stare at the box.
Just then, the Portrait Hole to the Common Room opened. Everyone in the Common Room went quiet and looked to see who had entered. In strode a brown-haired boy with ice-blue eyes.
He looked around the Common Room. He had an urge to walk over to Ron but remembered that Ron didn't know him, well, Dylan Stonewell anyway. Instead he walked over to Hermione. She looked up when he stopped in front of her.
"May I help you?" She asked. She looked into his blue eyes and shivered. She could have sworn that those eyes were like Harry's, only a different color. They even looked at her the same way.
"Um.might you be Hermione Granger?" He asked smiling at her.
"I might be." She smirked. "Why do you ask?" She looked up at him.
"Dylan Stonewell. The headmaster said he talked to you earlier." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"Then, I am Hermione Granger." She shook his hand from her sitting possession. "I hope you found the tower well." She said.
"Yes, of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" Dylan said while sitting down. Then he realized that he hadn't been there. Hermione gave him a look, the look that she gave him, Harry, when she thought he was being dumb. "I mean, Professor Dumbledore told me exactly how to get here."
"Oh.." She said.
"I know it's none of my business, but is there something wrong?" Dylan asked looking right into Hermione's eyes.
"You wouldn't understand." She said looking away from him and back at the box.
"Oh, okay." He said. He left it at that. He, well Harry, knew that she didn't like to be pressured into telling something. He pretended to start to get up.
"Do you really want to know?" She asked. He sat back down and nodded. "Well, you see, my boyfriend just died, and well, I never really got a chance to tell him how I felt." Tears filled up her eyes. A few began to fall down the cheeks.
"I sure that even if you didn't tell him how you felt, he knows. I bet he loves you more than anything in the world." He smiled lightly.
"Thanks." Hermione said, wiping the tears away. "You're really nice." Dylan smiled at her. She shivered again. She knew that smile. It was the smile that Harry reserved just for her.
"Hello Hermione. Who's your new friend?" Someone asked behind her. When Hermione looked up, sure enough Ron and Lavender where standing behind her.
"Dylan Stonewell." He held out his hand for Ron to shake.
"Ron Weasley." He shook his hand. "So, what school did you attend before this one?" Hermione became VERY interested.
"Oh, um," Dylan hesitated. He had to make up something fast. "It really didn't have a shortened name like Hogwarts. It was America's Central School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Never heard of it." Lavender said.
"Well, of course. It's not here in Britain, it's in America." Dylan stated dumbly.
"But," Ron started. He looked rather confused. "You don't have an American accent."
"I was born in right here in Britain." Dylan said. "I was just sent to live with some relatives that live in America." Dylan thought to himself, 'Gosh! I'm not that bad at making up stories!'
"Oh." Ron said, still looking rather confused. "I'm going to bed. Too much for me to take in, in one day." He turned away and began to walk up to the boy's dorms.
Dylan got up also. "Good night." He smiled at Hermione. He followed Ron up to the dorms.
Lavender waits until the boys are out of earshot. "Seems a little, um, off, doesn't he?" Raises an eyebrow at Hermione.
"Which one?" Hermione smiles at Lavender.
"Seriously now. 'America's Central School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'? I mean, I realize I haven't heard of EVERY wizarding school in the world, but." Lavender looks suspicious.
"I guess you're right." Hermione said looking down at the box that is still in front of her. "Want to hear something ridiculous?" Lavender nodded. "Okay. Well, when he looked at me with those eyes, I could have sworn that they looked just like Harry's, only a different color. Then, when he smiled at me, it looked like the same smile Harry gave me."
Lavender looked at Hermione softly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but now that Harry's gone, a lot of stuff is going to look like his." She said this all very slowly.
"I know what I saw." Hermione stated getting a little aggravated.
"But, maybe you're right. Maybe he looks a lot like Harry to someone who knows him inside and out." Lavender gave her a soft smile before retreating off to bed.
******
"Dylan!" A voice yelled next to his bed. Ron was standing over him with a pillow. "Come on! Get up! Breakfast!" He threw the pillow at Dylan before reaching for his Prefect badge.
"Yeah, yeah." Dylan said, sitting up slowly.
"Gees! You move as slow as H-." Ron started but couldn't finish. He walked over to the window and looked out. "Sorry. We just usually don't say his name anymore. Not out loud anyway." He sighs as he looks for his other shoe.
"Why not?" Dylan asks. He feels his heart drop. He never imagined how much he meant to people.
"It just, I don't know, causes someone or other to cry." Ron replied from inside his trunk. "We couldn't get passed the first week without everyone feeling horrible. It's lasts longer on some people, like Hermione, for example. I don't think she'll ever get over the pain. That's why everyone is being nice to her."
"Oh." Dylan looks away.
"Anyway," Ron said while tying his shoe. "Let's get down to the Great Hall before Lavender and Hermione start a search-and-rescue. Can't be late to anything or Hermione will start to hyperventilate."
******
"I was getting worried." Hermione said as Dylan and Ron walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"I told you not to get worried over me." Ron said sitting down. "You have enough to worry about." He pats her hand gently. "Gosh, I'm hungry!" He piles bacon, eggs, and toast on his plate.
"Easy now, Ron." Lavender says across from him. "It's not going to disappear THAT fast." She smirks.
"I know that." Ron says smiling at her. Lavender smiles back.
"Aren't you hungry, Dylan?" Hermione asked. "At least have some -." She didn't get a chance to finish because Ron cuts her off.
"Hermione!" Ron says. "Maybe he's not hungry."
"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "I'll stop." She looks down at a box that sits on her lap.
Dylan smiles to himself. He hoped that that box of his would be loved. He started to think about when he gathered all those items together and wrote that note.
"Dylan!" Lavender yelled at him from across the table, disturbing his thoughts. "You've got mail." She points to the tawny owl in front of him.
Dylan takes the letter from the jumpy owl, which takes off immediately. The note read,
Dylan,
I would like to see you in my office before you head off to classes.
Professor Dumbledore
"Looks like someone is in trouble." Ron laughs after reading the note.
~*~*~*That's all for now! Be sure to REVIEW! I would also like to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter!~*~*~*
*~*~*~I know this really isn't my best chapter but I promise the next will be better!~*~*~*