YearSix-Chapter5
It was two in the morning Thursday and Harry has once again woken from a nightmare and as usual can't get back to sleep. The only plus side he could see was he dosen't wake up screaming like the scar induced Voldemort dreams, so he didn't wake his dormmates. After a half hour of laying there, he put on his glasses, grabbed his wand and a few books and headed down to the common room.
At around three, Hermione came down.
"Harry, what are you doing down here?"
"I should be asking you the same question."
"Couldn't sleep, you?"
"Me neither, why couldn't you sleep, cause of the Arithmancy quiz tommorow, I mean today?"
"No."
"Then, why?"
"I'm worried about someone, why aren't you asleep?"
"Dreams... Nightmares, who are you worried about?"
"What are they about? Sirius... Voldemort?"
"Who are you worried about?"
"Harry, talk to me, you never sleep anymore, or much, anyway."
"Who are you worried about?"
"Ron, he's been acting odd and You."
"Now, why would you worry about me?"
"Harry."
"Hmm?"
"Please talk to me, it'll help."
"Why?"
"Please Harry, your suffering."
"I'm fine, fine."
"Your lying."
"Am not."
"Yes you are, your barrying yourself in books, talk to me."
"I am not.... I like to read."
"You may, but still talk to me, maybe it'll help."
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"Harry, I'm fine, I'm here, talk to me, please."
"Everythings my fault, everything rests on me..."
"Harry, Sirius is not your fault."
"Yeah he is, my parents are, Cedric, Wormtail free..."
"Harry, it's not your fault, there's no one to blame but Voldemort, not you him, he's the reason you've lost so much, It's NOT your fault, Harry."
"But it is, all because of that damned propecy, it could have been Neville, it could have been him, instead of me."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Do you promise not to tell a soul, Hermione, no one, not even Ron."
"Yes Harry, you have my word." He put a charm on both of them, so no one could eavesdrop.
"The propecy Voldemort was after, the propecy from the Department of Mysteries, that Neville destroyed."
"Yeah."
"It could have been Neville or me, both of our parents thrice defied Voldemort, both of us were born July thirty-first, the difference, he's a pureblood, I'm a half blood, like Voldemort, that's why he chose me over Neville, that Halloween, he attacked me, unbeknowest to anyone, it caused his downfall, but by attacking me he set the propecy in motion."
"But what does the propecy entail?"
"Either Voldemort or me must kill eachother, only I can destroy him, no one else."
"Are you saying that the only way to defeat him is for you to kill him?"
"Yes, or he kills me and all is lost."
"Oh, Harry no wonder your going insane, so much comes down to you and there's nothing you can do to change it, but Harry, you can do it, if anyone can you can, you've overcome so much, you'll do it Harry, you will defeat him and I'll help you, anyway I can, I'll do anything to make you suceed, anything."
"Thanks Hermione, that... you mean so much to me, I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't Harry."
"You don't know that."
"I don't, but I'll try to stay safe and strong to help you."
"Thanks, now what's up with Ron?" He asked changing the subject, and he took the charm off, "Finate Incantum."
"I'm not sure, I was hoping you knew."
"Not the foggiest idea, he sure is disappearing alot though."
"That he is, hmm, he'll tell us eventually, huh?"
"Usually he does."
"Yeah, nothing to fret over."
"Do you want to study for Arithmancy?"
"Yeah, we are wide awake."
"Happy Birthday, Hermione, it is today now."
"Thanks Harry."
"Accio Hermione's present." Down floated a rather large wrapped something.
"What's this, Harry?"
"Your birthday present, Happy sixteenth Birthday!" He said, giving her the gift. She ripped open the wrappings and box.
"Harry, you shouldn't have!" she exclaimed seeing the present.
"I knew you'd love it, we're even mentioned in it, our early adventures."
"We're in Hogwarts, A History!"
"Yep."
"I love it!" and she hugged him.
They read the crazy overexagerated things the book said about their early years and studied for Arithmancy, before falling asleep around four.
"Are my best friends trying to hide something from me and the rest of the house?" Ron walked over and said overly loud to his sleeping friends, waking them up, Hermione's head on Harry's shoulder, Harry's head on her head.
"What are you talking about, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Think about the position your in." With those words Harry and Hermione bolted apart, not realizing before.
"Oh, I guess not, you both seem overly uncomfortable now," Ron joked.
"You both might want to get dressed, it's seven thirty, Happy Birthday, 'Mione!" He handed her a box. Which upon open was all of Hermione's favorite Honeydukes sweets and a few jokes.
"Thanks, Ron," and she hurried upstairs with her presents.
"Gotta go, Ron," and Harry to, hurried upstairs to get dressed.
Down at breakfast, the Divination twins, Dean and Seamus rounded on Harry and Hermione.
"Why were you both sleeping in the common room?"
"Bad dreams," Harry answered.
"Coulden't sleep," Hermione answered.
"Should we really believe them?"
"What did you do last night, then?"
"Study Arithmancy," they said together. The four cocked disbelieving eyebrows at this.
"Okay, Okay quit the interogation, you should have seen how fast they broke apart this morning, very amusing," Ron piped up, ending the questioning.
"Happy Birthday, Hermione!" Ginny said from next to Dean, handing her a package. Hermiuone opened it.
"I got Colin to give me some of the pictures he's took of you three."
"Thanks, Ginny, these are great!" Hermione exclaimed looking through the pictures of Ron, Harry and her. Harry and Ron looking over her shoulder.
The first Potions lesson of October had an unexpected surprise, okay, not that unexpected, but the result was embarrising.
"Hello Class," Snape greeted evily, "Today at the end of the lesson you will all test your Polyjuice Potion and go to your next class as your lab partner."
"But Professor, that means some of us boys will be in skirts," said a Ravenclaw boy.
"I know, but it's all to see whether you pass or fail, you would like to pass, would you not, Mr. Boot?"
"Yes, Sir, I want to pass," he answered sullenly.
"You will all swap outer robes and shoes before you take your potions."
Last five minutes of class.
"Drop your partners hair into your goblet and drink up."
"Bottoms up, Harry."
"At least this time your not a cat and I'm not Crabbe, or was it Goyle?"
"Who cares, I get to be Harry Potter in a skirt!"
"Your really making me feel better about this, maybe I'll have to ruin your reputation?"
She gives him an evil look. "I'm only kidding."
"Stop the chit chat and drink your Potions, NOW," roared Snape.
Next period in Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and other Gryfindors. Ron asked the one who appeared to be Harry,
"Uh, Harry, why are you wearing a skirt?"
"Uh, Harry, I can't see," said the one who apeared to be Harry.
"Sorry, Hermione, hears my glasses," said the one who appeared to be Hermione.
"Harry, why are you wearing a skirt?" Ron asked again.
"Uh, Ron, I'm Harry," said the one who looked like Hermione.
"Then who's that?" Ron asked.
The Harry look alike said, " Ron, I'm Hermione."
"What? What? How?" Ron asked.
"Polyjuice Potion," answered the Hermione look alike, who is Harry.
Roll Call: "Hannah Abbot," the one who looked like Ernie raised his, I mean her hand.
"Mr. McMillian, why are you raising your hand?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Because I'm Hannah Abbot, Professor."
"Then why do you look like Ernie?"
"Polyjuice Potion in Potions, ma'am," answered the Harry look alike.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter."
"Actually, I'm Hermione Granger."
"Then who is she?"
"Harry Potter," answered the Hermione look alike.
"I guess that explains the skirts," mumbled Professor Sprout.
Just before the end of class, the four students changed back into themselves.
"Uh, Hermione, can I have my shoes back, yours are too small," Harry grimaced, "and my glasses, I can't see."
"Yeah, here's your robe, too, can I have mine back?"
"Absolutely."
The scenes in Herbology and other sixth year classes had the entire school in fits of laughter during lunch. Boys in skirts and changing back to the girl they should be mid class, and vice versa, what could be more amusing? None of the pre N.E.W.T's Potions students could live it down for quite awhile, especially those who's partner was a girl.
In early November, Harry got a letter from Fred and George, which they dubbed a mock Howler. When Harry opened it, The twins voices roared "Congradulations, Harry ." then went down to a normal voice and said, "You have recieved a mock howler. Harry for your past contributions to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, you are now one third owner of three w's, congradulations, use your gift for practicl and fun reasons, Welcome to the business, pal." Then the letter shredded and burned to nothingness, like normal Howlers.
"What was that?" asked Colin Creevey.
"A mock Howler, a product of the Weasley twins," Harry answered.
"Cool!" said Dean.
"Wicked, Harry, your part owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Ron said.
"Yeah, it is awesome, and I did finance it, still surprised though," Harry replied.
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That was chapter five, maybe next chapter I'll go more into, the secret of Ron, and probably a Quidditich match, review please, please, this fic will probably turn out to be a general, humor, romance, angst fic, or that what it looks lkike in my head, I think, review please-ears91
It was two in the morning Thursday and Harry has once again woken from a nightmare and as usual can't get back to sleep. The only plus side he could see was he dosen't wake up screaming like the scar induced Voldemort dreams, so he didn't wake his dormmates. After a half hour of laying there, he put on his glasses, grabbed his wand and a few books and headed down to the common room.
At around three, Hermione came down.
"Harry, what are you doing down here?"
"I should be asking you the same question."
"Couldn't sleep, you?"
"Me neither, why couldn't you sleep, cause of the Arithmancy quiz tommorow, I mean today?"
"No."
"Then, why?"
"I'm worried about someone, why aren't you asleep?"
"Dreams... Nightmares, who are you worried about?"
"What are they about? Sirius... Voldemort?"
"Who are you worried about?"
"Harry, talk to me, you never sleep anymore, or much, anyway."
"Who are you worried about?"
"Ron, he's been acting odd and You."
"Now, why would you worry about me?"
"Harry."
"Hmm?"
"Please talk to me, it'll help."
"Why?"
"Please Harry, your suffering."
"I'm fine, fine."
"Your lying."
"Am not."
"Yes you are, your barrying yourself in books, talk to me."
"I am not.... I like to read."
"You may, but still talk to me, maybe it'll help."
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"Harry, I'm fine, I'm here, talk to me, please."
"Everythings my fault, everything rests on me..."
"Harry, Sirius is not your fault."
"Yeah he is, my parents are, Cedric, Wormtail free..."
"Harry, it's not your fault, there's no one to blame but Voldemort, not you him, he's the reason you've lost so much, It's NOT your fault, Harry."
"But it is, all because of that damned propecy, it could have been Neville, it could have been him, instead of me."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Do you promise not to tell a soul, Hermione, no one, not even Ron."
"Yes Harry, you have my word." He put a charm on both of them, so no one could eavesdrop.
"The propecy Voldemort was after, the propecy from the Department of Mysteries, that Neville destroyed."
"Yeah."
"It could have been Neville or me, both of our parents thrice defied Voldemort, both of us were born July thirty-first, the difference, he's a pureblood, I'm a half blood, like Voldemort, that's why he chose me over Neville, that Halloween, he attacked me, unbeknowest to anyone, it caused his downfall, but by attacking me he set the propecy in motion."
"But what does the propecy entail?"
"Either Voldemort or me must kill eachother, only I can destroy him, no one else."
"Are you saying that the only way to defeat him is for you to kill him?"
"Yes, or he kills me and all is lost."
"Oh, Harry no wonder your going insane, so much comes down to you and there's nothing you can do to change it, but Harry, you can do it, if anyone can you can, you've overcome so much, you'll do it Harry, you will defeat him and I'll help you, anyway I can, I'll do anything to make you suceed, anything."
"Thanks Hermione, that... you mean so much to me, I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't Harry."
"You don't know that."
"I don't, but I'll try to stay safe and strong to help you."
"Thanks, now what's up with Ron?" He asked changing the subject, and he took the charm off, "Finate Incantum."
"I'm not sure, I was hoping you knew."
"Not the foggiest idea, he sure is disappearing alot though."
"That he is, hmm, he'll tell us eventually, huh?"
"Usually he does."
"Yeah, nothing to fret over."
"Do you want to study for Arithmancy?"
"Yeah, we are wide awake."
"Happy Birthday, Hermione, it is today now."
"Thanks Harry."
"Accio Hermione's present." Down floated a rather large wrapped something.
"What's this, Harry?"
"Your birthday present, Happy sixteenth Birthday!" He said, giving her the gift. She ripped open the wrappings and box.
"Harry, you shouldn't have!" she exclaimed seeing the present.
"I knew you'd love it, we're even mentioned in it, our early adventures."
"We're in Hogwarts, A History!"
"Yep."
"I love it!" and she hugged him.
They read the crazy overexagerated things the book said about their early years and studied for Arithmancy, before falling asleep around four.
"Are my best friends trying to hide something from me and the rest of the house?" Ron walked over and said overly loud to his sleeping friends, waking them up, Hermione's head on Harry's shoulder, Harry's head on her head.
"What are you talking about, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Think about the position your in." With those words Harry and Hermione bolted apart, not realizing before.
"Oh, I guess not, you both seem overly uncomfortable now," Ron joked.
"You both might want to get dressed, it's seven thirty, Happy Birthday, 'Mione!" He handed her a box. Which upon open was all of Hermione's favorite Honeydukes sweets and a few jokes.
"Thanks, Ron," and she hurried upstairs with her presents.
"Gotta go, Ron," and Harry to, hurried upstairs to get dressed.
Down at breakfast, the Divination twins, Dean and Seamus rounded on Harry and Hermione.
"Why were you both sleeping in the common room?"
"Bad dreams," Harry answered.
"Coulden't sleep," Hermione answered.
"Should we really believe them?"
"What did you do last night, then?"
"Study Arithmancy," they said together. The four cocked disbelieving eyebrows at this.
"Okay, Okay quit the interogation, you should have seen how fast they broke apart this morning, very amusing," Ron piped up, ending the questioning.
"Happy Birthday, Hermione!" Ginny said from next to Dean, handing her a package. Hermiuone opened it.
"I got Colin to give me some of the pictures he's took of you three."
"Thanks, Ginny, these are great!" Hermione exclaimed looking through the pictures of Ron, Harry and her. Harry and Ron looking over her shoulder.
The first Potions lesson of October had an unexpected surprise, okay, not that unexpected, but the result was embarrising.
"Hello Class," Snape greeted evily, "Today at the end of the lesson you will all test your Polyjuice Potion and go to your next class as your lab partner."
"But Professor, that means some of us boys will be in skirts," said a Ravenclaw boy.
"I know, but it's all to see whether you pass or fail, you would like to pass, would you not, Mr. Boot?"
"Yes, Sir, I want to pass," he answered sullenly.
"You will all swap outer robes and shoes before you take your potions."
Last five minutes of class.
"Drop your partners hair into your goblet and drink up."
"Bottoms up, Harry."
"At least this time your not a cat and I'm not Crabbe, or was it Goyle?"
"Who cares, I get to be Harry Potter in a skirt!"
"Your really making me feel better about this, maybe I'll have to ruin your reputation?"
She gives him an evil look. "I'm only kidding."
"Stop the chit chat and drink your Potions, NOW," roared Snape.
Next period in Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and other Gryfindors. Ron asked the one who appeared to be Harry,
"Uh, Harry, why are you wearing a skirt?"
"Uh, Harry, I can't see," said the one who apeared to be Harry.
"Sorry, Hermione, hears my glasses," said the one who appeared to be Hermione.
"Harry, why are you wearing a skirt?" Ron asked again.
"Uh, Ron, I'm Harry," said the one who looked like Hermione.
"Then who's that?" Ron asked.
The Harry look alike said, " Ron, I'm Hermione."
"What? What? How?" Ron asked.
"Polyjuice Potion," answered the Hermione look alike, who is Harry.
Roll Call: "Hannah Abbot," the one who looked like Ernie raised his, I mean her hand.
"Mr. McMillian, why are you raising your hand?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Because I'm Hannah Abbot, Professor."
"Then why do you look like Ernie?"
"Polyjuice Potion in Potions, ma'am," answered the Harry look alike.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter."
"Actually, I'm Hermione Granger."
"Then who is she?"
"Harry Potter," answered the Hermione look alike.
"I guess that explains the skirts," mumbled Professor Sprout.
Just before the end of class, the four students changed back into themselves.
"Uh, Hermione, can I have my shoes back, yours are too small," Harry grimaced, "and my glasses, I can't see."
"Yeah, here's your robe, too, can I have mine back?"
"Absolutely."
The scenes in Herbology and other sixth year classes had the entire school in fits of laughter during lunch. Boys in skirts and changing back to the girl they should be mid class, and vice versa, what could be more amusing? None of the pre N.E.W.T's Potions students could live it down for quite awhile, especially those who's partner was a girl.
In early November, Harry got a letter from Fred and George, which they dubbed a mock Howler. When Harry opened it, The twins voices roared "Congradulations, Harry ." then went down to a normal voice and said, "You have recieved a mock howler. Harry for your past contributions to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, you are now one third owner of three w's, congradulations, use your gift for practicl and fun reasons, Welcome to the business, pal." Then the letter shredded and burned to nothingness, like normal Howlers.
"What was that?" asked Colin Creevey.
"A mock Howler, a product of the Weasley twins," Harry answered.
"Cool!" said Dean.
"Wicked, Harry, your part owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Ron said.
"Yeah, it is awesome, and I did finance it, still surprised though," Harry replied.
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That was chapter five, maybe next chapter I'll go more into, the secret of Ron, and probably a Quidditich match, review please, please, this fic will probably turn out to be a general, humor, romance, angst fic, or that what it looks lkike in my head, I think, review please-ears91