Disclaimer: These people don't belong to me...wish they did, but I can't write as well with them as Joanne K. Rowling does. I just own this little scene:
Harry honestly did NOT want a bat-bogey face. Instead, he walked away, sat on his bed, and looked into the empty portrait that was Sirius's great great grandfater's. It was snoring in a smooth, sleepy way, and Harry wanted to lie down and listen to the rythmic sounds.
Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all walked over, their wands at the floor. Ginny took a seat beside Harry, Ron crossed over to his own bed, and Hermione sat at his feet.
"Come ON, Harry. Shouldn't we just...try not to...you know..." Hermione was saying.
"I'm not hungry," Harry said, looking at the floor. "I don't want to eat."
"Harry, what is it? Why won't you eat...or even leave this room? We could go see Buckbeak if you'd like," Hermione answered promptly.
"It's just...that prophecy..." Harry was saying. He felt like he couldn't hold it's contents any longer.
"What about it? You told us it broke, didn't you? When Neville's robes tore? So what? No one heard it and we don't know anything about it," Ginny said instantly.
"Yeah, it broke, but...someone heard it that night. And we do know something about it..." Harry mumbled.
"What? Who heard it? Bellatrix? Malfoy?" Ron was saying, panicky.
"I heard it...not when it broke," he added, when he saw Hermione's doubtful face. "I heard it in Dumbledore's office. He showed me the prophecy in his Pensieve..."
"But--but what was it then?" Ginny whispered.
"It's...well, it went like this..." Harry said, having a dream of the prophecy nearly every week now, he had it memorized. He told them every line, and repeated a few for their benefit.
"Neither can live..." Ginny was saying, her eyes closed as though holding back tears.
"While the other survives," Harry said with a sigh. It felt good and bad telling his friends about the prophecy. He supposed that he could talk to them about it now, but since he was telling them, it was like learning it again...
"But--but that means--" Ron was saying.
"That either I'll be a murderer or be murdered," Harry said.
Hermione was sitting, deep in thought.
"Harry..." Ginny was saying. She did something she'd never done before, and hugged him around the neck. She stayed there for a few minutes, then, slowly, she sat leaning over, her posture defeated and her head hanging. Her elbows were on her knees and her hands were dangling limply in front of her.
Hermione stood up, hugged Harry as well, and sat on his other side. Ron got up from his bed and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"You'll be alright, mate. I know you will..." he said.
Harry honestly did NOT want a bat-bogey face. Instead, he walked away, sat on his bed, and looked into the empty portrait that was Sirius's great great grandfater's. It was snoring in a smooth, sleepy way, and Harry wanted to lie down and listen to the rythmic sounds.
Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all walked over, their wands at the floor. Ginny took a seat beside Harry, Ron crossed over to his own bed, and Hermione sat at his feet.
"Come ON, Harry. Shouldn't we just...try not to...you know..." Hermione was saying.
"I'm not hungry," Harry said, looking at the floor. "I don't want to eat."
"Harry, what is it? Why won't you eat...or even leave this room? We could go see Buckbeak if you'd like," Hermione answered promptly.
"It's just...that prophecy..." Harry was saying. He felt like he couldn't hold it's contents any longer.
"What about it? You told us it broke, didn't you? When Neville's robes tore? So what? No one heard it and we don't know anything about it," Ginny said instantly.
"Yeah, it broke, but...someone heard it that night. And we do know something about it..." Harry mumbled.
"What? Who heard it? Bellatrix? Malfoy?" Ron was saying, panicky.
"I heard it...not when it broke," he added, when he saw Hermione's doubtful face. "I heard it in Dumbledore's office. He showed me the prophecy in his Pensieve..."
"But--but what was it then?" Ginny whispered.
"It's...well, it went like this..." Harry said, having a dream of the prophecy nearly every week now, he had it memorized. He told them every line, and repeated a few for their benefit.
"Neither can live..." Ginny was saying, her eyes closed as though holding back tears.
"While the other survives," Harry said with a sigh. It felt good and bad telling his friends about the prophecy. He supposed that he could talk to them about it now, but since he was telling them, it was like learning it again...
"But--but that means--" Ron was saying.
"That either I'll be a murderer or be murdered," Harry said.
Hermione was sitting, deep in thought.
"Harry..." Ginny was saying. She did something she'd never done before, and hugged him around the neck. She stayed there for a few minutes, then, slowly, she sat leaning over, her posture defeated and her head hanging. Her elbows were on her knees and her hands were dangling limply in front of her.
Hermione stood up, hugged Harry as well, and sat on his other side. Ron got up from his bed and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"You'll be alright, mate. I know you will..." he said.