Driven
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I just own the plot and anybody you aren't familiar with.
Summary: Harry is an angst-ridden teenager that has been through many traumatizing events. His best friends are the world to him...but one of them is much more...H/HR,R/HR.
Acknowledgement: Ellen, the author, who showed that "sometimes there's no happily ever after, but there is happiness" with her story, "Hard Love". [Not like fantasy but more than just a game] [Gio & M]. Thanks.
Hermione woke up, expecting Ron to be beside her on the armchair. Instead, there was nobody but her in the common room. She could vaguely recall what had happened last night, but a headache was building, crumbling her training of thoughts. Brushing herself off, she examined the windows and realized the sky was still darkened, but it was surely morning. She began walking slowly up the steps.
***
Harry was beside himself in startled shock. Perhaps it was a mistake - but was it possible he had made an error making the Polyjuice Potion? No, it was impossible. He had done it, and seen it done so many times that he was practically the expert of it. In fact, Harry remembered that yesterday, Snape was grumbling about giving him a higher grade on his success. So what was wrong?
The only person that would know would be Hermione, but he couldn't ask her that. Surely she would figure it out. His touch, and kiss was much more different than Ron's, and she had already emphasized greatly on that. He didn't want to make her any more suspicious.
His head went through all the possibilities: it was possible he had made a tiny mistake. A bad amount of an important ingredient, perhaps. But he had checked so many times. Still possible, however. It was also possible that it was something else. Maybe he should've read the fine print much more clearly. But it said nothing about this, did it? A nervewrecking expense made his knees buckled underneath him. What if he stayed like this forever? The chaos, the uproar of the situation began to tumble across him. He took a deep breath knowing the only person to go to: Dumbledore.
***
Ron shifted in his sleep. The vivid dream was crossing his mind:
He was at The Burrow again. Ginny was pestering him on when Harry would come back, yes that was it. Hermione finally managed to sneak Ron away, and they were kissing...she was pulling on his shirt buttons, and he didn't stop her. There was no way he could. There was no control at all...
And then, his mother's voice yelled from downstairs, "Ron! Harry's here!"
Hermione let go and hurried downstairs. Ron followed her, watching as she embraced Harry and kissed him. But they wouldn't stop...
"Stop it," he kept yelling. "She's mine, she's mine..."
"Not anymore," Harry was saying, and he was pulling her more tightly into his embrace...
Ron yelled as he awoke, and felt his legs and arms feel as if they had never made a movement. Struggling to get up, he realized he was in a cupboard of some sort...there was only darkness, and very little space. He frantically pushed against the door, and to his utter relief, it fell open. Crawling out, he shut the door, and realized the door had vanished - he widened his eyes, but shook himself and began walking, looking over his shoulder every so often. As he crossed one of the familiar corridors leading to the Gryffindor Common Room, he hurried across the hall - and he saw a figure pass by him, running. Ron looked back, and a gasp caught in his throat as he saw flaming red hair on the figure - he shook himself.
He was seeing things. But why did the person have such a resemblence to him? He turned back, and gave the password, and proceeded to walk through the potrait hole.
***
Harry was dazed as he stepped forward. Hadn't he seen someone that looked just like Ron pass by? But what would Ron be doing this early in the morning -?
"Mr. Weasley!"
Harry didn't turn at first, but when the command was repeated, he suddenly realized he was the one being spoken to and turned around. It was Dumbledore.
"Oh, Headmaster..." he started to say.
"What're you doing so early?"
"I need to speak to you." Harry almost debated on whether or not he should ask Dumbledore the same question.
"Alright, Mr. Weasley. Come along," he said, motioning him forward. Harry followed Dumbledore until he stopped in front of an unused classroom. He stared.
"Alohomora!"
The door swung open. Soon, Dumbledore and Harry were both seated across from each other in a round table.
"Err...Headmaster?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?"
"Wouldn't it be more comfortable in your office?"
"Why go through all the trouble? Go on, Mr. Weasley, you wanted to speak to me?"
"Err...yes. It's about my friend. I can't tell you who, but my friend sort of...used Polyjuice Potion to become an imposter, and now he can't change back even though hours has...passed." Harry looked down at his knees.
There was a slight pause before Dumbledore spoke. "I see, Mr. Weasley. Well, well. I suppose the only reason the Polyjuice Potion - that I can think of - hasn't worn off yet is because, the person has such a feirce ambition to stay where he or she is."
"What?"
Dumbledore leaned forward, clearing his throat. "Before you get accepted at Hogwarts, you are shown of some magical ability. Such as moving things as a toddler, or perhaps making somethings happen by strongly thinking it. Whoever your friend is, they have to have succeeded their goal if they have one using Polyjuice Potion, or want to get out."
"But...my friend does want to get out."
"Well, then, I don't know what to say to you, Mr. Weasley."
"There's nothing else- my friend can do? To prevent...it being permanet?"
"They can do very little. Unless his or her mind is upon thinking they have succeeded their goal and need to go back, then it is likely the person might be stuck; the longest I can say is a couple of weeks."
"A couple of weeks?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes."
"But...but..."
"Tell your friend to be patient, Mr. Weasley. Anything else?"
"No," Harry mumbled, distraught.
"Alright. Head off now."
Harry obeyed, but just as he was opening the door, he heard Dumbledore say, "Oh, and good luck..., Harry."
Harry left the room hurriedly, but couldn't help but gaping when he left.
***
Sorry I forgot how Dumbledore's office is and what kind of statue is in front of it and I am too lazy to check. Anyways, there's no H/HR in this chapter, but be patient. Harry will learn his goal soon.
Thanks for all the encouraging reviews!!! Remember to leave another one! Love, S.A. Court
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I just own the plot and anybody you aren't familiar with.
Summary: Harry is an angst-ridden teenager that has been through many traumatizing events. His best friends are the world to him...but one of them is much more...H/HR,R/HR.
Acknowledgement: Ellen, the author, who showed that "sometimes there's no happily ever after, but there is happiness" with her story, "Hard Love". [Not like fantasy but more than just a game] [Gio & M]. Thanks.
Hermione woke up, expecting Ron to be beside her on the armchair. Instead, there was nobody but her in the common room. She could vaguely recall what had happened last night, but a headache was building, crumbling her training of thoughts. Brushing herself off, she examined the windows and realized the sky was still darkened, but it was surely morning. She began walking slowly up the steps.
***
Harry was beside himself in startled shock. Perhaps it was a mistake - but was it possible he had made an error making the Polyjuice Potion? No, it was impossible. He had done it, and seen it done so many times that he was practically the expert of it. In fact, Harry remembered that yesterday, Snape was grumbling about giving him a higher grade on his success. So what was wrong?
The only person that would know would be Hermione, but he couldn't ask her that. Surely she would figure it out. His touch, and kiss was much more different than Ron's, and she had already emphasized greatly on that. He didn't want to make her any more suspicious.
His head went through all the possibilities: it was possible he had made a tiny mistake. A bad amount of an important ingredient, perhaps. But he had checked so many times. Still possible, however. It was also possible that it was something else. Maybe he should've read the fine print much more clearly. But it said nothing about this, did it? A nervewrecking expense made his knees buckled underneath him. What if he stayed like this forever? The chaos, the uproar of the situation began to tumble across him. He took a deep breath knowing the only person to go to: Dumbledore.
***
Ron shifted in his sleep. The vivid dream was crossing his mind:
He was at The Burrow again. Ginny was pestering him on when Harry would come back, yes that was it. Hermione finally managed to sneak Ron away, and they were kissing...she was pulling on his shirt buttons, and he didn't stop her. There was no way he could. There was no control at all...
And then, his mother's voice yelled from downstairs, "Ron! Harry's here!"
Hermione let go and hurried downstairs. Ron followed her, watching as she embraced Harry and kissed him. But they wouldn't stop...
"Stop it," he kept yelling. "She's mine, she's mine..."
"Not anymore," Harry was saying, and he was pulling her more tightly into his embrace...
Ron yelled as he awoke, and felt his legs and arms feel as if they had never made a movement. Struggling to get up, he realized he was in a cupboard of some sort...there was only darkness, and very little space. He frantically pushed against the door, and to his utter relief, it fell open. Crawling out, he shut the door, and realized the door had vanished - he widened his eyes, but shook himself and began walking, looking over his shoulder every so often. As he crossed one of the familiar corridors leading to the Gryffindor Common Room, he hurried across the hall - and he saw a figure pass by him, running. Ron looked back, and a gasp caught in his throat as he saw flaming red hair on the figure - he shook himself.
He was seeing things. But why did the person have such a resemblence to him? He turned back, and gave the password, and proceeded to walk through the potrait hole.
***
Harry was dazed as he stepped forward. Hadn't he seen someone that looked just like Ron pass by? But what would Ron be doing this early in the morning -?
"Mr. Weasley!"
Harry didn't turn at first, but when the command was repeated, he suddenly realized he was the one being spoken to and turned around. It was Dumbledore.
"Oh, Headmaster..." he started to say.
"What're you doing so early?"
"I need to speak to you." Harry almost debated on whether or not he should ask Dumbledore the same question.
"Alright, Mr. Weasley. Come along," he said, motioning him forward. Harry followed Dumbledore until he stopped in front of an unused classroom. He stared.
"Alohomora!"
The door swung open. Soon, Dumbledore and Harry were both seated across from each other in a round table.
"Err...Headmaster?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?"
"Wouldn't it be more comfortable in your office?"
"Why go through all the trouble? Go on, Mr. Weasley, you wanted to speak to me?"
"Err...yes. It's about my friend. I can't tell you who, but my friend sort of...used Polyjuice Potion to become an imposter, and now he can't change back even though hours has...passed." Harry looked down at his knees.
There was a slight pause before Dumbledore spoke. "I see, Mr. Weasley. Well, well. I suppose the only reason the Polyjuice Potion - that I can think of - hasn't worn off yet is because, the person has such a feirce ambition to stay where he or she is."
"What?"
Dumbledore leaned forward, clearing his throat. "Before you get accepted at Hogwarts, you are shown of some magical ability. Such as moving things as a toddler, or perhaps making somethings happen by strongly thinking it. Whoever your friend is, they have to have succeeded their goal if they have one using Polyjuice Potion, or want to get out."
"But...my friend does want to get out."
"Well, then, I don't know what to say to you, Mr. Weasley."
"There's nothing else- my friend can do? To prevent...it being permanet?"
"They can do very little. Unless his or her mind is upon thinking they have succeeded their goal and need to go back, then it is likely the person might be stuck; the longest I can say is a couple of weeks."
"A couple of weeks?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes."
"But...but..."
"Tell your friend to be patient, Mr. Weasley. Anything else?"
"No," Harry mumbled, distraught.
"Alright. Head off now."
Harry obeyed, but just as he was opening the door, he heard Dumbledore say, "Oh, and good luck..., Harry."
Harry left the room hurriedly, but couldn't help but gaping when he left.
***
Sorry I forgot how Dumbledore's office is and what kind of statue is in front of it and I am too lazy to check. Anyways, there's no H/HR in this chapter, but be patient. Harry will learn his goal soon.
Thanks for all the encouraging reviews!!! Remember to leave another one! Love, S.A. Court