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Jammie: ya I noticed that too after I posted it -_- I just added that sentence in. Neville didn't need to know all that information
August wynd: well thank you for being into my story! I'm glad you like it!
Lucy-Liza (x9): wow lots of reviews! I'm glad someone is fussing about Harry ;)
Christy: thank you so much!
Harry Potter and His Fifth Year
Chapter 10 Fights
Two weeks later, Harry was released from the hospital, although he knew if Madam Pomprey had her way he's still be there for another month. He still had a few bruises here and there.
Harry had not received any dreams, letter, or encounters with Voldemort since the letter from his dorm. He knew Sirius still had his doubts about the truth behind the letter but was forced back into hiding after a student almost saw him.
"I don't know how you're going to catch up Harry. The professors have been giving us loads of homework," Ron complained as the group sat by the fire.
"It hasn't been that much Ron. Honestly, you complain too much, Hermione replied.
Ron opened his mouth to say something back but Harry cut in, "How was your holiday Hermione?" By the way Ron groaned Harry knew this wasn't going to be a good conversation.
"Well, I went to Bulgaria and met up with Viktor. It was breathtaking up there. Viktor took me around the wizard town. It's very different than Hogsmeade. Viktor even took me to his Qudditch practice. He's brilliant at it." Ron huffed. Hermione rolled her eyes. "And before I left he gave me a kiss on the cheek." Hermione blushed a deep red.
"He what?!" Ron exclaimed.
"He gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye."
"The nerve of him. . ."
"Oh shut up Ron! Stop being such a jealous prat!"
"I'm not jealous!"
"Then why do you always complain when I mention Viktor?"
"I don't complain about him!"
"Yes you do!"
"Do not!"
"Shut up the both of you!" Harry yelled. Then in a quieter voice, "I'm going to bed. I'm starting to get a headache." He slowly got up holding his head as he walked toward the dorms.
"Look what you did!"
"What I did? You yelled first!"
Harry rolled his eyes as he went up the stairs. His head wasn't really hurting him, just the usual throbbing, he just couldn't stand Hermione and Ron bickering. He enjoyed the quiet of the boy's dorm.
Harry slowly took off his shirt. He looked at the mirror and bit back a cry. He was skinner than last time he looked. Faint bruises marks were visible. His whole upper body was filled with scars. Madam Pomprey said in a week she could remove them all. But one scar stood out on the crook of his right arm. He touched it and flinched as if it was still fresh. Tears came to his eyes. Harry quickly finished dressing and jumped into bed. He hugged his pillow close to him and sobbed into it.
Harry's sobs grew quieter as his heard footsteps on the stairs. "Harry are you still awake?" It was Ron. "Guess not. Good night Harry."
When Harry heard Ron's deep breathing, he got out the small vial that Madam Pomprey had given him. Dreamless sleep potion. Harry drank it all and fell asleep.
"Wake up Harry Potter," a cruel voice said.
Harry's scar started to burn. He opened his eyes. "No. . . this can't be true. No!"
"Hello Harry," Voldemort said.
"But I took a dreamless sleep poti. . ."
"This isn't a dream Harry. If this was a dream, could I do this?" He grabbed Harry's throat and pushed him against the wall Harry choked and sputtered. He tried to pry the fingers off but he was so tired. Voldemort dropped him. "This isn't a dream Harry. So, you've moved back to the dorms. Your 'friends' don't care about you very much do they?"
In a hoarse voice, Harry replied," Yes they do. What would you know about friends anyway?"
Voldemort growled," Crucio!" Harry withed on the ground. "If they're your friends, then why do they ignore you?! Because they're too involved in themselves! Their lives don't include you Harry! Voldemort lifted the curse.
"You liar! Ron and Hermione are my best friends," Harry said weakly.
Voldemort crouched down to Harry. He caressed Harry's cheek. Harry tried to move away but the pain in his scar was unbearable. "if that's what you think. Don't tell anyone about our little meeting tonight. It makes me mad and then I want to kill someone. Well good night Harry. Love you."
Harry sat up in his bed gasping for breath. He was still shaking from the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He kept trying to tell himself Ron and Hermione were his friends but Voldemort's words were stuck in his head.
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Anaticulapraecantrix
*** If you would like to join the updating list for this story please leave your email address in a review or email me at thecam97@aol.com and please put fanfiction.net in the subject line. Thanks **
Lei Dumbledore: thanks (
Jammie: ya I noticed that too after I posted it -_- I just added that sentence in. Neville didn't need to know all that information
August wynd: well thank you for being into my story! I'm glad you like it!
Lucy-Liza (x9): wow lots of reviews! I'm glad someone is fussing about Harry ;)
Christy: thank you so much!
Harry Potter and His Fifth Year
Chapter 10 Fights
Two weeks later, Harry was released from the hospital, although he knew if Madam Pomprey had her way he's still be there for another month. He still had a few bruises here and there.
Harry had not received any dreams, letter, or encounters with Voldemort since the letter from his dorm. He knew Sirius still had his doubts about the truth behind the letter but was forced back into hiding after a student almost saw him.
"I don't know how you're going to catch up Harry. The professors have been giving us loads of homework," Ron complained as the group sat by the fire.
"It hasn't been that much Ron. Honestly, you complain too much, Hermione replied.
Ron opened his mouth to say something back but Harry cut in, "How was your holiday Hermione?" By the way Ron groaned Harry knew this wasn't going to be a good conversation.
"Well, I went to Bulgaria and met up with Viktor. It was breathtaking up there. Viktor took me around the wizard town. It's very different than Hogsmeade. Viktor even took me to his Qudditch practice. He's brilliant at it." Ron huffed. Hermione rolled her eyes. "And before I left he gave me a kiss on the cheek." Hermione blushed a deep red.
"He what?!" Ron exclaimed.
"He gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye."
"The nerve of him. . ."
"Oh shut up Ron! Stop being such a jealous prat!"
"I'm not jealous!"
"Then why do you always complain when I mention Viktor?"
"I don't complain about him!"
"Yes you do!"
"Do not!"
"Shut up the both of you!" Harry yelled. Then in a quieter voice, "I'm going to bed. I'm starting to get a headache." He slowly got up holding his head as he walked toward the dorms.
"Look what you did!"
"What I did? You yelled first!"
Harry rolled his eyes as he went up the stairs. His head wasn't really hurting him, just the usual throbbing, he just couldn't stand Hermione and Ron bickering. He enjoyed the quiet of the boy's dorm.
Harry slowly took off his shirt. He looked at the mirror and bit back a cry. He was skinner than last time he looked. Faint bruises marks were visible. His whole upper body was filled with scars. Madam Pomprey said in a week she could remove them all. But one scar stood out on the crook of his right arm. He touched it and flinched as if it was still fresh. Tears came to his eyes. Harry quickly finished dressing and jumped into bed. He hugged his pillow close to him and sobbed into it.
Harry's sobs grew quieter as his heard footsteps on the stairs. "Harry are you still awake?" It was Ron. "Guess not. Good night Harry."
When Harry heard Ron's deep breathing, he got out the small vial that Madam Pomprey had given him. Dreamless sleep potion. Harry drank it all and fell asleep.
"Wake up Harry Potter," a cruel voice said.
Harry's scar started to burn. He opened his eyes. "No. . . this can't be true. No!"
"Hello Harry," Voldemort said.
"But I took a dreamless sleep poti. . ."
"This isn't a dream Harry. If this was a dream, could I do this?" He grabbed Harry's throat and pushed him against the wall Harry choked and sputtered. He tried to pry the fingers off but he was so tired. Voldemort dropped him. "This isn't a dream Harry. So, you've moved back to the dorms. Your 'friends' don't care about you very much do they?"
In a hoarse voice, Harry replied," Yes they do. What would you know about friends anyway?"
Voldemort growled," Crucio!" Harry withed on the ground. "If they're your friends, then why do they ignore you?! Because they're too involved in themselves! Their lives don't include you Harry! Voldemort lifted the curse.
"You liar! Ron and Hermione are my best friends," Harry said weakly.
Voldemort crouched down to Harry. He caressed Harry's cheek. Harry tried to move away but the pain in his scar was unbearable. "if that's what you think. Don't tell anyone about our little meeting tonight. It makes me mad and then I want to kill someone. Well good night Harry. Love you."
Harry sat up in his bed gasping for breath. He was still shaking from the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He kept trying to tell himself Ron and Hermione were his friends but Voldemort's words were stuck in his head.
Copyrighter© 2002
Anaticulapraecantrix
*** If you would like to join the updating list for this story please leave your email address in a review or email me at thecam97@aol.com and please put fanfiction.net in the subject line. Thanks **
