Chapter 5: Defeat At Last
"Hey, guess what guys?!" asked Ron, breaking the silence.
"What?" asked Harry, still looking at Hermoine.
"Since Percy's gone, and Fred and George have the joke shop, we can each have our own rooms!"
"That's cool Ron!" said Hermoine, "Would you like to show me where mine is so I can drop off all of this stuff?"
"Ok, sure lets go." Said Ron, grabbing some of her luggage and heading upstairs. Harry insisted on taking the rest her things upstairs, even though Hermoine protested. As she grasped her hand around the last suitcase to carry it upstairs, Harry tried to get it. For a second, his strong hand was on top of her hand. They both looked down at their hands, one on top of the other, and Harry jerked his hand back, and Hermoine dropped the suitcase. They both blushed and smiled awkwardly at each other. Needless to say, Harry got the suitcase. "Hey? Are you guys coming or not?" Ron yelled, standing at the top of the stairs.
"We're coming!" said Harry, as they headed upstairs, toward Ron. The rest of the day was spent in Ron's room, talking about everything from broomsticks to Professor Snape. Finally, after a great dinner and more chatting, Hermoine rose from Ron's floor and said,
"Its getting late, I better head for bed."
"Yeah, me too," said Harry, "Good night Ron."
"Goodnight," said Hermoine, as Harry held open the door and they both stepped into the hallway as Harry gently closed the door behind them. They walked in silence down the hall until the came to Hermoine's room.
"Hermoine?" asked Harry.
"Yes?" said Hermoine, her heart pounding.
"Ummm," said Harry, faltering as Hermoine looked at him expectantly, "Well, good night."
"Goodnight Harry. I'll see you in the morning." Said Hermoine, stepping into her room. She softly closed the door, then leaned on it, taking a deep breath, knowing full well that Harry had wanted to say more.
Meanwhile, Harry leaned on the other side of Hermoine's door, furious at himself for not telling her how he felt.
For almost two weeks, life at the Burrow was great. The three spent their days playing quidditch in the field, talking, and eating Mrs. Weasley's good food. Hermoine was settled into her new way of life, and hoped it would stay that way. She and Harry were still extremely nervous around each other, but Harry decided he WOULD talk to her, he just had to get his guts up. Being around Hermoine made him feel so good, that he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
One Sunday night, during dinner, Harry announced that he would be leaving for quidditch in the morning. "I"ll be gone all week, but home for the weekend." He said, rather sullenly, as he didn't want to leave Hermoine. Hermoine felt awful, she didn't want to be without him for that long!
However much Harry and Hermoine wished against it, the next morning came. "Have fun! And good luck!" said Mr. Weasley.
"Good bye, Harry." Said Ron, and they shook hands.
"G-Goodbye, Harry," said Hermoine, faltering, trying to hold back the tears.
"Come here, Hermoine." Said Harry, as she walked over to him. He hugged her. Long, gentle, lovingly. She hugged back, burying her face in his strong chest. They didn't want it to end, but it had to, as all of the Weasley family was standing right there.
"Be careful." Hermoine said, feeling something in her chest that told her this was not a good idea.
"I will, I promise." Said Harry. Poof! He was gone, apparating into the beginning of his new career, yet into the hands of something much, much worse.
Harry spent his first day at training missing Hermoine and doing what he loved. It went very smoothly, and before they dismissed for the day, the captain, Angus Chamberlain told Harry he was the best seeker the Cannons had ever seen.
"Thank you, Sir," said Harry.
"Ok, go get dressed Team!" said Angus. As Harry headed in, he suddenly heard an icy voice.
"Well, well, well. We meet at last." Said Voldemort. As fear jerked through Harry, he knew it was now or never. Kill Voldemort, or die trying. "Come on, little Potter, let me finish you off."
"Then let the duel begin!" yelled Harry, spinning around. And so it did, the two muttering curses and hexes back and forth. Finally, Harry knew something had to be done, or it would go on forever. "AVADA KADAVRA!" Harry roared, and a rush of green light came flying out of his wand, hitting Voldemort square in the heart. As Voldemort slumped over, Harry's last words were, "At last." Before he too, slumped, passed out by all of the curses' force.
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"Harry. Harry, time to wake up now," said Albus Dumbledore gently. When Harry woke, he blinked, not knowing where he was. Then, he realized he was at St. Mungos. "Harry. Congratulations. You defeated Voldemort! Well done, my son." Said Dumbledore, "All is peace. You have succeeded. Now, there are some people here to see you." In walked the Weasley's. There were hugs, squeals, and tears all passed around. After everyone had congratulated him, they all left except for Ron.
"Hey, Ron, where is Hermoine?" asked Harry, noticing she hadn't come in.
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I noticed something was going on with you two, so after you left, I asked her about it. Man, she likes you!!!!! A lot! But she's afraid to tell you, because she just started having these feelings. When we found out about..all this, she was devastated. No one can cheer her up, except maybe you."
"WHERE IS SHE???????" yelled Harry.
` "She's in the waiting room, sobbing her eyes out!" said Ron.
"Oh my god!" yelled Harry, so happy his heart could burst, "Please, have her come in!"
"Ok, my man, go get her!" said Ron as he rushed out.
"Hey, guess what guys?!" asked Ron, breaking the silence.
"What?" asked Harry, still looking at Hermoine.
"Since Percy's gone, and Fred and George have the joke shop, we can each have our own rooms!"
"That's cool Ron!" said Hermoine, "Would you like to show me where mine is so I can drop off all of this stuff?"
"Ok, sure lets go." Said Ron, grabbing some of her luggage and heading upstairs. Harry insisted on taking the rest her things upstairs, even though Hermoine protested. As she grasped her hand around the last suitcase to carry it upstairs, Harry tried to get it. For a second, his strong hand was on top of her hand. They both looked down at their hands, one on top of the other, and Harry jerked his hand back, and Hermoine dropped the suitcase. They both blushed and smiled awkwardly at each other. Needless to say, Harry got the suitcase. "Hey? Are you guys coming or not?" Ron yelled, standing at the top of the stairs.
"We're coming!" said Harry, as they headed upstairs, toward Ron. The rest of the day was spent in Ron's room, talking about everything from broomsticks to Professor Snape. Finally, after a great dinner and more chatting, Hermoine rose from Ron's floor and said,
"Its getting late, I better head for bed."
"Yeah, me too," said Harry, "Good night Ron."
"Goodnight," said Hermoine, as Harry held open the door and they both stepped into the hallway as Harry gently closed the door behind them. They walked in silence down the hall until the came to Hermoine's room.
"Hermoine?" asked Harry.
"Yes?" said Hermoine, her heart pounding.
"Ummm," said Harry, faltering as Hermoine looked at him expectantly, "Well, good night."
"Goodnight Harry. I'll see you in the morning." Said Hermoine, stepping into her room. She softly closed the door, then leaned on it, taking a deep breath, knowing full well that Harry had wanted to say more.
Meanwhile, Harry leaned on the other side of Hermoine's door, furious at himself for not telling her how he felt.
For almost two weeks, life at the Burrow was great. The three spent their days playing quidditch in the field, talking, and eating Mrs. Weasley's good food. Hermoine was settled into her new way of life, and hoped it would stay that way. She and Harry were still extremely nervous around each other, but Harry decided he WOULD talk to her, he just had to get his guts up. Being around Hermoine made him feel so good, that he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
One Sunday night, during dinner, Harry announced that he would be leaving for quidditch in the morning. "I"ll be gone all week, but home for the weekend." He said, rather sullenly, as he didn't want to leave Hermoine. Hermoine felt awful, she didn't want to be without him for that long!
However much Harry and Hermoine wished against it, the next morning came. "Have fun! And good luck!" said Mr. Weasley.
"Good bye, Harry." Said Ron, and they shook hands.
"G-Goodbye, Harry," said Hermoine, faltering, trying to hold back the tears.
"Come here, Hermoine." Said Harry, as she walked over to him. He hugged her. Long, gentle, lovingly. She hugged back, burying her face in his strong chest. They didn't want it to end, but it had to, as all of the Weasley family was standing right there.
"Be careful." Hermoine said, feeling something in her chest that told her this was not a good idea.
"I will, I promise." Said Harry. Poof! He was gone, apparating into the beginning of his new career, yet into the hands of something much, much worse.
Harry spent his first day at training missing Hermoine and doing what he loved. It went very smoothly, and before they dismissed for the day, the captain, Angus Chamberlain told Harry he was the best seeker the Cannons had ever seen.
"Thank you, Sir," said Harry.
"Ok, go get dressed Team!" said Angus. As Harry headed in, he suddenly heard an icy voice.
"Well, well, well. We meet at last." Said Voldemort. As fear jerked through Harry, he knew it was now or never. Kill Voldemort, or die trying. "Come on, little Potter, let me finish you off."
"Then let the duel begin!" yelled Harry, spinning around. And so it did, the two muttering curses and hexes back and forth. Finally, Harry knew something had to be done, or it would go on forever. "AVADA KADAVRA!" Harry roared, and a rush of green light came flying out of his wand, hitting Voldemort square in the heart. As Voldemort slumped over, Harry's last words were, "At last." Before he too, slumped, passed out by all of the curses' force.
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"Harry. Harry, time to wake up now," said Albus Dumbledore gently. When Harry woke, he blinked, not knowing where he was. Then, he realized he was at St. Mungos. "Harry. Congratulations. You defeated Voldemort! Well done, my son." Said Dumbledore, "All is peace. You have succeeded. Now, there are some people here to see you." In walked the Weasley's. There were hugs, squeals, and tears all passed around. After everyone had congratulated him, they all left except for Ron.
"Hey, Ron, where is Hermoine?" asked Harry, noticing she hadn't come in.
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I noticed something was going on with you two, so after you left, I asked her about it. Man, she likes you!!!!! A lot! But she's afraid to tell you, because she just started having these feelings. When we found out about..all this, she was devastated. No one can cheer her up, except maybe you."
"WHERE IS SHE???????" yelled Harry.
` "She's in the waiting room, sobbing her eyes out!" said Ron.
"Oh my god!" yelled Harry, so happy his heart could burst, "Please, have her come in!"
"Ok, my man, go get her!" said Ron as he rushed out.