Disclaimer: Two reasons I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with it-1) Do I really look all that much like JK Rowling? 2) Would I really be writing fanfiction if I owned the original story?
And...I couldn't makre a profit off of any of my fanfiction stories, even if I wanted to!
A/N: I'd just like to take this oppurtunity to thank my friend Dena (celestial princess) for getting me to work on this story again! It's so much fun!
Chapter Four: An Unexpected Meeting
Harry stayed in his room all morning, waiting for Hedwig to return so he could send out Hermione's letter. For Harry, it was a form of torture; horrible images of Sirius lying bloody and hurt in a deserted alley kept on flashing through his mind. He wondered what on Earth an owl-a nocturnal bird-was doing in the middle of the day if it was not sleeping.
Finally, a little before lunchtime, Harry got such a case of cabin fever that he left his room with the vague idea of sitting out in the front yard to get some fresh air.
"You-boy!" Barked a familiar voice as Harry reached for the doorknob. "Where are you going?"
"Outside," Harry told Uncle Vernon promptly.
Uncle Vernon glared at him for a moment before responding. "Well, while you're at it, go the store and pick up the necessities," he said, thrusting a handful of bills into Harry's hand.
The "necessities" in the Dursley home were chocolate ice cream, potato chips, donuts, and various other assorted junk food-the only kind Dudley would eat. His diet of the previous summer had been abandoned long ago.
Harry was surprised that Uncle Vernon had trusted him with money and the task of getting Dudley's food, but he took advantage of the oppurtunity to get out of the house and into the sunshine. Even though the scent of flowers began to clear his head, in the back of his mind somewhere there was the nagging worry about his godfather.
Taking his time and walking slowly down the street, Harry suddenly realized how much he really cared about Sirius, and how much he really missed him ever since he left after the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. He was the only person Harry could ever remember caring about him in a familial way.
Except Mrs. Weasley, Harry reminded himself, but he couldn't help thinking that she didn't really count all that much. She was really great and all, but she was his friend's mother, not his own. Even though the Weasleys cared about him and enjoyed his presence, Harry couldn't help feeling like a bit of an outsider-like a black colored raven tossed into the midst of brightly colored tropical birds. Even so, the Burrow and Hogwarts were the only places Harry had ever felt accepted.
And the Dursleys...they didn't count at all. They had never cared for him in the least, and Harry didn't care about them. Sirius...he was the only family Harry had left. If something were to happen to him...Harry tried not to think about it, because as he did a sick feeling began to fill up the empty hole in his heart.
Still lost in thought, Harry turned the corner-and immediately bumped into another person on the sidewalk.
Harry gasped in surprise, seeing the other person's bag lying on the ground. "Oh-oh, I'm sorry!" The other person cried in surprise.
"No, I'm sorry, it was my fault," said Harry, blushing bright red as he bent to pick up the other person's bag, noticing with a jolt that the other person was a girl, and carefully trying to cover his face. "I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry..."
He looked up from kneeling on the ground to see the other person staring down at him. The sun was glaring from behind her and he couldn't see who she was, but she seemed to know him...Harry was beginning to get a headache. What was going on here?
Harry quickly stood up, clutching the bag in his hand--but not before the girl spoke.
"Harry?" She said, disbelieving.
Harry looked to see who it was, and his mouth dropped open at the sight of looking Hermione Granger.
"Herm...Hermi...Hermione?" He couldn't have been more surprised if he had seen Remus Lupin strolling down the street. "Wait a second, what on Earth...?"
But Harry was unable to get another word in, though, when Hermione cried out, "Oh, Harry!", burst into tears, and pulled him into a tight hug.
Harry was too surprised to return the hug, and was even more dumbfounded as Hermione, still crying, released the hug and stepped back, holding Harry at arm's length, her hands tight on his shoulders. Getting a good look at his friend, Harry could see that her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying long before he had arrived. Her hair was bushier then it usually was-which, considering it's average bushiness, was saying something--and she seemed to radiate an aura of frustration and sadness.
"Hermione, what's wrong? What's going on?"
She shook her head and let go of his shoulders, covering her face with her hands, tears dropping through her fingers.
"Hermione-what is it?"
"No...no...no..." She sobbed through her hands.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Harry cried, beginning to get nervous. The last time he had seen Hermione this distressed was when he had been thrown of his broom in a Quidditch game in his first year. "I swear, if you don't tell me what's going on..."
She removed her face from her hands and stared at him, her sobs quieting. "You don't know, do you?"
Harry shook his head slowly, staring at his friend. Fear was beginning to creep into him.
"You don't...you don't know! You really-" Sob. "-don't-" Sob. "-know!" Hermione cried. She now broke down completely, positively wailing as she pulled him into a tighter hug then the first one.
Harry was really scared by now. Resisting the urge to shake the information out of the girl, he pulled himself out of her grip, fixing a stare on her face. She looked at him, her eyes wide.
"Hermione." Harry said in a distinctively would-be-calm voice. "What. Don't. I. Know." As much as he tried to conceal it, his voice shook as he spoke.
"Oh, Harry! You-Know-Who...Sirius...hurt...caught...Fudge..."
Harry could have sworn that his heart had stopped beating for a few seconds. Filled with dread, he slipped to the ground, grabbing a still crying Hermione's arm and pulling her down with him. His voice thick, he managed to force out four words.
"Tell me what happened."
A/N: Oh my goodness I'm getting such good reviews, thanks, all of you! Reviews rock, I've begun to check for them all the time...I think I'm beginning to live off of them, their my food, like I absorb them through some photosynthesis-like process from off the computer. Hmmm...
There might be a period of time in a few days where I won't be able to update for a few days because my dad's friend is going to sell us a laptop if my dad says it's okay (pray for me!)-so if I do get that laptop, it might take a little bit to transfer EVERYTHING from this computer to that one...I dunno though, we'll see, I don't know anything about laptops.
Once again, a short chapter. Sorry, everyone! Does this chapter seem like it's not going anywhere? It seems kind of repetitive to me, and like it's moving slowly.
Lady Python: Yeah, poor Sirius! I never though I'd be doing bad things to him, he's one of my favorite characters.
Neutral: No problem, I was really excited when I posted the first chapter, I felt like emailing the whole world...Ideas for details in chapters just seem to flow from my head onto the computer screen without ever passing through my fingers or the keyboard, and all that stuff about Sirius's thoughts just sort of came out of no where. Yeah, I though it was funny about Harry talking to Hedwig...I talk to my cats sometimes when I'm alone in the house. Thanks a bunch!
Lily Potter: This story is going to unfold into a LOT, trust me...thanks a lot...everyone is saying that this story is off to a good start, I guess it must be! :)
Anonymous: Merci beacoup (that's "Thanks a lot" in French)
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Yeah, this chapter is pretty short, they get longer though.
Wellduh... :Your wish has been granted!
And...I couldn't makre a profit off of any of my fanfiction stories, even if I wanted to!
A/N: I'd just like to take this oppurtunity to thank my friend Dena (celestial princess) for getting me to work on this story again! It's so much fun!
Chapter Four: An Unexpected Meeting
Harry stayed in his room all morning, waiting for Hedwig to return so he could send out Hermione's letter. For Harry, it was a form of torture; horrible images of Sirius lying bloody and hurt in a deserted alley kept on flashing through his mind. He wondered what on Earth an owl-a nocturnal bird-was doing in the middle of the day if it was not sleeping.
Finally, a little before lunchtime, Harry got such a case of cabin fever that he left his room with the vague idea of sitting out in the front yard to get some fresh air.
"You-boy!" Barked a familiar voice as Harry reached for the doorknob. "Where are you going?"
"Outside," Harry told Uncle Vernon promptly.
Uncle Vernon glared at him for a moment before responding. "Well, while you're at it, go the store and pick up the necessities," he said, thrusting a handful of bills into Harry's hand.
The "necessities" in the Dursley home were chocolate ice cream, potato chips, donuts, and various other assorted junk food-the only kind Dudley would eat. His diet of the previous summer had been abandoned long ago.
Harry was surprised that Uncle Vernon had trusted him with money and the task of getting Dudley's food, but he took advantage of the oppurtunity to get out of the house and into the sunshine. Even though the scent of flowers began to clear his head, in the back of his mind somewhere there was the nagging worry about his godfather.
Taking his time and walking slowly down the street, Harry suddenly realized how much he really cared about Sirius, and how much he really missed him ever since he left after the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. He was the only person Harry could ever remember caring about him in a familial way.
Except Mrs. Weasley, Harry reminded himself, but he couldn't help thinking that she didn't really count all that much. She was really great and all, but she was his friend's mother, not his own. Even though the Weasleys cared about him and enjoyed his presence, Harry couldn't help feeling like a bit of an outsider-like a black colored raven tossed into the midst of brightly colored tropical birds. Even so, the Burrow and Hogwarts were the only places Harry had ever felt accepted.
And the Dursleys...they didn't count at all. They had never cared for him in the least, and Harry didn't care about them. Sirius...he was the only family Harry had left. If something were to happen to him...Harry tried not to think about it, because as he did a sick feeling began to fill up the empty hole in his heart.
Still lost in thought, Harry turned the corner-and immediately bumped into another person on the sidewalk.
Harry gasped in surprise, seeing the other person's bag lying on the ground. "Oh-oh, I'm sorry!" The other person cried in surprise.
"No, I'm sorry, it was my fault," said Harry, blushing bright red as he bent to pick up the other person's bag, noticing with a jolt that the other person was a girl, and carefully trying to cover his face. "I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry..."
He looked up from kneeling on the ground to see the other person staring down at him. The sun was glaring from behind her and he couldn't see who she was, but she seemed to know him...Harry was beginning to get a headache. What was going on here?
Harry quickly stood up, clutching the bag in his hand--but not before the girl spoke.
"Harry?" She said, disbelieving.
Harry looked to see who it was, and his mouth dropped open at the sight of looking Hermione Granger.
"Herm...Hermi...Hermione?" He couldn't have been more surprised if he had seen Remus Lupin strolling down the street. "Wait a second, what on Earth...?"
But Harry was unable to get another word in, though, when Hermione cried out, "Oh, Harry!", burst into tears, and pulled him into a tight hug.
Harry was too surprised to return the hug, and was even more dumbfounded as Hermione, still crying, released the hug and stepped back, holding Harry at arm's length, her hands tight on his shoulders. Getting a good look at his friend, Harry could see that her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying long before he had arrived. Her hair was bushier then it usually was-which, considering it's average bushiness, was saying something--and she seemed to radiate an aura of frustration and sadness.
"Hermione, what's wrong? What's going on?"
She shook her head and let go of his shoulders, covering her face with her hands, tears dropping through her fingers.
"Hermione-what is it?"
"No...no...no..." She sobbed through her hands.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Harry cried, beginning to get nervous. The last time he had seen Hermione this distressed was when he had been thrown of his broom in a Quidditch game in his first year. "I swear, if you don't tell me what's going on..."
She removed her face from her hands and stared at him, her sobs quieting. "You don't know, do you?"
Harry shook his head slowly, staring at his friend. Fear was beginning to creep into him.
"You don't...you don't know! You really-" Sob. "-don't-" Sob. "-know!" Hermione cried. She now broke down completely, positively wailing as she pulled him into a tighter hug then the first one.
Harry was really scared by now. Resisting the urge to shake the information out of the girl, he pulled himself out of her grip, fixing a stare on her face. She looked at him, her eyes wide.
"Hermione." Harry said in a distinctively would-be-calm voice. "What. Don't. I. Know." As much as he tried to conceal it, his voice shook as he spoke.
"Oh, Harry! You-Know-Who...Sirius...hurt...caught...Fudge..."
Harry could have sworn that his heart had stopped beating for a few seconds. Filled with dread, he slipped to the ground, grabbing a still crying Hermione's arm and pulling her down with him. His voice thick, he managed to force out four words.
"Tell me what happened."
A/N: Oh my goodness I'm getting such good reviews, thanks, all of you! Reviews rock, I've begun to check for them all the time...I think I'm beginning to live off of them, their my food, like I absorb them through some photosynthesis-like process from off the computer. Hmmm...
There might be a period of time in a few days where I won't be able to update for a few days because my dad's friend is going to sell us a laptop if my dad says it's okay (pray for me!)-so if I do get that laptop, it might take a little bit to transfer EVERYTHING from this computer to that one...I dunno though, we'll see, I don't know anything about laptops.
Once again, a short chapter. Sorry, everyone! Does this chapter seem like it's not going anywhere? It seems kind of repetitive to me, and like it's moving slowly.
Lady Python: Yeah, poor Sirius! I never though I'd be doing bad things to him, he's one of my favorite characters.
Neutral: No problem, I was really excited when I posted the first chapter, I felt like emailing the whole world...Ideas for details in chapters just seem to flow from my head onto the computer screen without ever passing through my fingers or the keyboard, and all that stuff about Sirius's thoughts just sort of came out of no where. Yeah, I though it was funny about Harry talking to Hedwig...I talk to my cats sometimes when I'm alone in the house. Thanks a bunch!
Lily Potter: This story is going to unfold into a LOT, trust me...thanks a lot...everyone is saying that this story is off to a good start, I guess it must be! :)
Anonymous: Merci beacoup (that's "Thanks a lot" in French)
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Yeah, this chapter is pretty short, they get longer though.
Wellduh... :Your wish has been granted!
