~Harry's Glasses~
Hermione let out a long yawn as she stretched her arms above her head. Harry and her and been working on that one potion project for seven hours straight. Harry had fallen asleep about 15 minutes ago and Hermione had no intentions of waking him. He looked at peace with the world when he slept. Well most of the time. On nights when Voldemort plagues his dreams he looks troubled but tonight he looked like just an average boy that was tired of school.
As Hermione rubbed her sore eyes she had an idea. She wondered what it was like to wear glasses. With curiosity over coming her she very slowly lends forward, took both of her hands and slipped Harry's glasses off of his head.
Hermione looked around one last time to make sure no one was in the common room and since it was 1:30 in the morning nobody was even doing homework. Harry wouldn't have been in there either if Hermione hadn't nagged about their work. Once she put the glasses on her nose and around her ears she couldn't see anything clear. Harry had very bad eyesight without his glasses. Suddenly with the change of vision Hermione felt like she wouldn't be able to stay awake a moment longer. She laid her head down on the pillow that was on the edge of the couch and closed her eyes.
While Hermione started to dose off she heard something. It sounded like a glass vase had just shattered into a million pieces. Hermione sat back up with fright. But to her utter surprise she was no longer in the Gyffindor Common room. Instead she was in a graveyard. Farther more the glasses no longer made her vision blurry. She now couldn't see without them! "What's going on?" thought Hermione as she looked around. Hermione was deep in thought when a person beside her spoke. "Wands out, d'you reckon?" asked none other then Cedric Diggory. Hermione was too shocked to say anything. But she heard words come out of her mouth. Well not exactly her mouth but Harry's mouth. Hermione was in Harry's body! Hermione was about to protest when she felt a sudden explosion of pain. Her body or Harry's body is more like it, fell to the ground. As Hermione screamed through the pain she heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare." Hermione knew exactly what that meant and hearing, "Avada Kedavra," only confirmed it. Cedric was killed. As Hermione went threw the events of that rememberable night she never thought she would feel such pain or agony. She watched Voldemort come back to power. She saw the Death Eaters come back to their master. And she met all of Voldemort's last victims as she fought him. The moment the cup and Cedric was in her hands she felt the pull of the Portkey. She was expecting to feel her feet hit the ground but she didn't. Instead Harry taking his glasses off of her pulled her out of her dream.
Hermione jumped awake and grabbed a hold of Harry's arms and that was in between them. Harry jumped too at her sudden wake. "Hey it's just me. I was just getting my glasses," he said with a bit of a laugh. Hermione was wet with sweat and she felt weak. "Are you OK?" asked Harry looking at her odd as he put on his glasses. Hermione had been looking around the room to make sure it was just a dream. Finally she calmed herself down and took a deep breath. "I'm fine I just had a bad dream," she said. "Did you have fun wearing my glasses?" asked Harry who still had a bit of a laugh to him. Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry I tired them on last night and must of fell asleep wearing them," she said. "It's OK. But we still have to get this project done. Do you want to work some more on it?" asked Harry now back to his regular tone. "No let's just do this at lunch before Potion," she said. "I have to go to the library." Hermione picked up some of her stuff and walked out of the common room without another word. As soon as she was sure it was safe she laid back on a wall and slid down it. She had been Harry for one night. She had felt his pain and saw what he sees. Her body felt like it had just come back from a 30-mile hike. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Harry how do you do it?" she asked Harry even though he was no where near. Hermione was sure that no matter what she did she would never look at her friend the same way again. She had been him for a night. He is himself all the time.
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Hermione let out a long yawn as she stretched her arms above her head. Harry and her and been working on that one potion project for seven hours straight. Harry had fallen asleep about 15 minutes ago and Hermione had no intentions of waking him. He looked at peace with the world when he slept. Well most of the time. On nights when Voldemort plagues his dreams he looks troubled but tonight he looked like just an average boy that was tired of school.
As Hermione rubbed her sore eyes she had an idea. She wondered what it was like to wear glasses. With curiosity over coming her she very slowly lends forward, took both of her hands and slipped Harry's glasses off of his head.
Hermione looked around one last time to make sure no one was in the common room and since it was 1:30 in the morning nobody was even doing homework. Harry wouldn't have been in there either if Hermione hadn't nagged about their work. Once she put the glasses on her nose and around her ears she couldn't see anything clear. Harry had very bad eyesight without his glasses. Suddenly with the change of vision Hermione felt like she wouldn't be able to stay awake a moment longer. She laid her head down on the pillow that was on the edge of the couch and closed her eyes.
While Hermione started to dose off she heard something. It sounded like a glass vase had just shattered into a million pieces. Hermione sat back up with fright. But to her utter surprise she was no longer in the Gyffindor Common room. Instead she was in a graveyard. Farther more the glasses no longer made her vision blurry. She now couldn't see without them! "What's going on?" thought Hermione as she looked around. Hermione was deep in thought when a person beside her spoke. "Wands out, d'you reckon?" asked none other then Cedric Diggory. Hermione was too shocked to say anything. But she heard words come out of her mouth. Well not exactly her mouth but Harry's mouth. Hermione was in Harry's body! Hermione was about to protest when she felt a sudden explosion of pain. Her body or Harry's body is more like it, fell to the ground. As Hermione screamed through the pain she heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare." Hermione knew exactly what that meant and hearing, "Avada Kedavra," only confirmed it. Cedric was killed. As Hermione went threw the events of that rememberable night she never thought she would feel such pain or agony. She watched Voldemort come back to power. She saw the Death Eaters come back to their master. And she met all of Voldemort's last victims as she fought him. The moment the cup and Cedric was in her hands she felt the pull of the Portkey. She was expecting to feel her feet hit the ground but she didn't. Instead Harry taking his glasses off of her pulled her out of her dream.
Hermione jumped awake and grabbed a hold of Harry's arms and that was in between them. Harry jumped too at her sudden wake. "Hey it's just me. I was just getting my glasses," he said with a bit of a laugh. Hermione was wet with sweat and she felt weak. "Are you OK?" asked Harry looking at her odd as he put on his glasses. Hermione had been looking around the room to make sure it was just a dream. Finally she calmed herself down and took a deep breath. "I'm fine I just had a bad dream," she said. "Did you have fun wearing my glasses?" asked Harry who still had a bit of a laugh to him. Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry I tired them on last night and must of fell asleep wearing them," she said. "It's OK. But we still have to get this project done. Do you want to work some more on it?" asked Harry now back to his regular tone. "No let's just do this at lunch before Potion," she said. "I have to go to the library." Hermione picked up some of her stuff and walked out of the common room without another word. As soon as she was sure it was safe she laid back on a wall and slid down it. She had been Harry for one night. She had felt his pain and saw what he sees. Her body felt like it had just come back from a 30-mile hike. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Harry how do you do it?" she asked Harry even though he was no where near. Hermione was sure that no matter what she did she would never look at her friend the same way again. She had been him for a night. He is himself all the time.
**Rated R for future chapters. Please review!!!