My Friend
That day, after school, Harry was walking home as usual. Of course he was not 'aloud' to ride the bus, according to Dudley. Dudley, that name infuriated Harry. After what he had done today, Harry could never look at him in a nice or even neutral way. Every time he saw that pig, he had to frown. Dudley had found Hermione to be a threat to his authority. So, like he always does, he tried to scare her away. She stormed off, and Harry thought that Dudley had succeeded, but in truth he had only made her more interested in Harry.
So he was on his five mile (yes, I live in America, I'm going to use miles, lol) journey home. He usually ran it, since it helped him stay fit, so he could easily outrun Dudley when the time came, but today he was rather sad and felt like wallowing in his own depression. He saw the last bus pull away, and sighed. Then he heard someone yelling for the bus to stop. Rather bad luck because the meanest driver around (you have to hate those kind of drivers, lol) drove that bus, and she just sped up. Harry looked around to see Hermione running after the bus. He knew or rather felt that she was going to fall, and sprinted toward her, dropping his bag. He sometimes could tell when things were going to happen, and had learned to react fast. He reached her just as she tripped, and caught her before she hit the ground. Even though he caught her, her books all toppled to the ground. He set her up right and went to picking up her books.
"H-How d-d-did you kn-know I was g-g-going to f-fall?" She asked in a not-that-scared-but-very-amazed tone. He finished picking the books up and gave them to her.
"I tell you a secret," he said. Then he whispered in her ear, "I just did. Sometimes I just know when things are going to happen." Then he started walking home. She quickly caught up to him.
"Are you physic?" she asked, "I've read about."
"Too much," Harry finished for her. She glared at him a second.
"For your information." she began.
"You like reading and know more than all the other people in our grade combined, besides me since I have nothing else to do at home besides absorb any knowledge thrown at me, and could easily just skip to high school, but you don't want to feel like an outsider," said Harry very quickly. "Like me," He said in a tone that could bring a demon to tears.
She just looked at him with a blank expression. She didn't know what to think. Didn't know weather to be sorrowful or angry at his comment. "How- How did you know that," she said in almost a whisper.
"I'm cursed," he said not knowing how true that was, "with knowledge I don't want."
They walked in silence for a few minuets, before Hermione spoke up. "What do you mean, you think your smarter than me?" Harry had to smile.
"In certain ways, yes" he said grinning.
"Are you sure?" she said more than asked, "I know far more then."
"I could possibly guess?" he asked, sarcasm eminent in his voice.
"Stop doing that!" she cried, "it's getting very annoying."
Harry laughed to himself; "You're the only person it is fun to use on. My uncle and aunt ground me, Dudley beats me up, and if I do it to anyone one else it usually ends in one of the previous ways." She suddenly felt great pity for him. "Awa, come on, don't look at me like that," said Harry. He didn't want pity.
"Sorry," she said, then trying to cheer him up said, "What is your happiest memory?" It was like he had run into a brick wall. He stopped dead in his tracks. She quickly realized the way his life sounded he didn't have any, but then he smiled.
"Right now," was his simple reply. They looked at each other and smiled. The rest of the way to his house they got to know each other better.
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I'm sorry I have to stop. My mom'll kill me if I stay up ant longer. Just wanted to thank Promy, my biggest fan lol. Oh, and can't forget to thank Saphire, TotallyMe, and Katzztar. If y'all like this story, you should definitely check out my other HP fic. Good night,
~CFX~
That day, after school, Harry was walking home as usual. Of course he was not 'aloud' to ride the bus, according to Dudley. Dudley, that name infuriated Harry. After what he had done today, Harry could never look at him in a nice or even neutral way. Every time he saw that pig, he had to frown. Dudley had found Hermione to be a threat to his authority. So, like he always does, he tried to scare her away. She stormed off, and Harry thought that Dudley had succeeded, but in truth he had only made her more interested in Harry.
So he was on his five mile (yes, I live in America, I'm going to use miles, lol) journey home. He usually ran it, since it helped him stay fit, so he could easily outrun Dudley when the time came, but today he was rather sad and felt like wallowing in his own depression. He saw the last bus pull away, and sighed. Then he heard someone yelling for the bus to stop. Rather bad luck because the meanest driver around (you have to hate those kind of drivers, lol) drove that bus, and she just sped up. Harry looked around to see Hermione running after the bus. He knew or rather felt that she was going to fall, and sprinted toward her, dropping his bag. He sometimes could tell when things were going to happen, and had learned to react fast. He reached her just as she tripped, and caught her before she hit the ground. Even though he caught her, her books all toppled to the ground. He set her up right and went to picking up her books.
"H-How d-d-did you kn-know I was g-g-going to f-fall?" She asked in a not-that-scared-but-very-amazed tone. He finished picking the books up and gave them to her.
"I tell you a secret," he said. Then he whispered in her ear, "I just did. Sometimes I just know when things are going to happen." Then he started walking home. She quickly caught up to him.
"Are you physic?" she asked, "I've read about."
"Too much," Harry finished for her. She glared at him a second.
"For your information." she began.
"You like reading and know more than all the other people in our grade combined, besides me since I have nothing else to do at home besides absorb any knowledge thrown at me, and could easily just skip to high school, but you don't want to feel like an outsider," said Harry very quickly. "Like me," He said in a tone that could bring a demon to tears.
She just looked at him with a blank expression. She didn't know what to think. Didn't know weather to be sorrowful or angry at his comment. "How- How did you know that," she said in almost a whisper.
"I'm cursed," he said not knowing how true that was, "with knowledge I don't want."
They walked in silence for a few minuets, before Hermione spoke up. "What do you mean, you think your smarter than me?" Harry had to smile.
"In certain ways, yes" he said grinning.
"Are you sure?" she said more than asked, "I know far more then."
"I could possibly guess?" he asked, sarcasm eminent in his voice.
"Stop doing that!" she cried, "it's getting very annoying."
Harry laughed to himself; "You're the only person it is fun to use on. My uncle and aunt ground me, Dudley beats me up, and if I do it to anyone one else it usually ends in one of the previous ways." She suddenly felt great pity for him. "Awa, come on, don't look at me like that," said Harry. He didn't want pity.
"Sorry," she said, then trying to cheer him up said, "What is your happiest memory?" It was like he had run into a brick wall. He stopped dead in his tracks. She quickly realized the way his life sounded he didn't have any, but then he smiled.
"Right now," was his simple reply. They looked at each other and smiled. The rest of the way to his house they got to know each other better.
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I'm sorry I have to stop. My mom'll kill me if I stay up ant longer. Just wanted to thank Promy, my biggest fan lol. Oh, and can't forget to thank Saphire, TotallyMe, and Katzztar. If y'all like this story, you should definitely check out my other HP fic. Good night,
~CFX~