Title: Musings of A Tired Mind
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry
Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly
talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells
or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now,
seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if
there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate
just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have
to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's
the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
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Sparkle Tangerine: Did I write about Shippers? Aah! I'm so confused I can't tell who will be with who, sorry!
Michelle Barbajal: You can't help but love his ass!
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Chapter Two: Of Much Unneeded Worries and Sing Songs
Dinner was exceedingly eventful, thanks in part to Dennis Creevey and his
friend Shawn McProth. They had just discovered how to levitate objects, and
decided to put it to good use. Starting with small objects, like grapes, they
soon directed heaps of food to the Slytherin table, only to drop them over
the unaware students. What had started out innocently enough turned into a
full-fledged magical food fight. Only the ceiling came out unscathed.
Seeing as how the teachers couldn't determine who started it, (though
McGonagall glared unmercilessly at the Slytherins) the four houses each got
50 points taken away, and everyone was to stay and clean the Great Hall,
without magic, as punishment, since not everyone could be given detention. Snape, of all the teachers, came out the worst. Some students were even
cleaner than him, though he didn't understand why most food was aimed his
way. It was a Snape lack-of-the-brains-to-figure-out-I''m-a-shit-to- EVERYONE-besides-Potter-moment. He did, though, have the audacity to claim that he saw Harry throw food at him. Heaps of food. I''m talking LOTSA food. Only after Draco informed him of Harry's unconscious body resting in the hospital wing did he relent, and he kept muttering about invisibility
cloaks at that.
After dinner, Hermione and Ron made their was up to the hospital wing
tailed by Draco. They were hoping Harry had waken up during their food feud,
but were sadly disappointed when Madam Pomfrey informed them that he had yet
to wake up. After much begging and pleading they were finally allowed to
enter. Draco hung back in the shadows, not yet wanted to make himself known.
"Maybe Draco's right," Hermione whispered to Ron, speaking in a hushed
tone as if she would disturb Harry if it were to be any louder.
"About what? And since when have we referred to him as 'Draco'?"
"About worrying too much. I mean, its ok to worry about him, but do you
think we're pushing it all the time? We usually fret even when he hurts his
pinky. And since he came to us and apologized profusely, acted friendly, and
tutored Harry on Potions, I think he deserves to be called Draco, not
Malfoy." Hermione gazed around the room and settled on a painting. It was
new. Quite pretty actually. The young girl seemed a bit shy and blushed when
she realized she had Hermione's eyes on her. Keeping her eyes traveling, they
caught a glimmer in the dark corner. If she strained her eyes a bit more, she
could just make out a form. ''Malfoy!'' her mind supplied her, and she smiled
and whispered ''hello'' once he noticed he'd been spotted.
Ron turned to see what had captivated Hermione's attention, but didn't
notice anything out of the ordinary. He practically jumped onto the sleeping
form of Harry when Draco walked out of the shadows, appearing out of nowhere
almost.
"Dammit, Malfoy! Must you do that?" he yelled. Inside his chest, his
heart was beating rapidly from the scare.
"No. But it's highly entertaining."
"Now boys, lets not fight," Hermione intervened.
"But it's so much fun, Granger. Do take a go at it sometime. Weasley is
oh so amusing."
Hermione used all her might to not laugh at Ron. "Oh come off it you two.
Really now. We're supposed to be here for Harry."
"Oh? And here I was hoping I'd get my two kicks. Really Granger, you're a spoil sport." Draco smiled and walked towards Harry's bed. Taking a quite
glance to make sure his friend was comfortable, he turned to Ron, his
features becoming serious. Placing his hand on Ron's shoulder, he said, "The
past does not always pave the way for the future."
Draco then nodded to Hermione, removed his hand from Ron's shoulder, and
left the hospital room. He couldn't help but laugh, however, when he heard
Ron squeak out in the most unmanliest yell ever, "WHAT THE *HELL* WAS THAT?!"
* * *
The lack of Draco's presence left the hospital wing deadly quiet. Ron
tried to engage Hermione in a series of conversations, but they would
eventually lapse into silence. It was a good deal later when murmuring broke
the silence.
From the quiet of Harry's bed, one could make out the faintest whispering
of what sounded like a flow of words in poetic form. "Closure has come to me
at last.." he said silently. Harry then turned over in the bed, pressing the
side of his head into his arms to cradle himself.
"Harry??" Hermione started.
"Go on...confusing this soul..." the whispering continued.
"Harry?" Ron questioned, hesitantly. Was he...singing? " 'Mione...?"
"Yes. I heard it too. He's singing!"
"And a delightful song it is." Both Ron and Hermione jumped up from
their seats at the sound of Dumbledore's voice.
"Sir?" they inquired at the same time.
Dumbledore smiled and instructed them to sit again. "A muggle song, I
believe. From America."
"But..How would Harry know it? Seeing as how he was locked up over the
summer.." Ron trailed off.
"Oh? What's this about being locked up?"
"Well, Harry didn't write over the summer, and the one time he did he
talked of the mistreatment of the Dursleys and being sick. I thought..Well...
I just thought that he was being hurt mentally by them."
"Ah. I see. Well, Harry kept in contact with Sirius and myself over the
summer. He reassured us that everything was quite all right. However, if you
find this questionable..."
"No, no! We wouldn't question you, sir! I guess Harry was too
preoccupied to write..." Hermione replied sadly.
"Well Miss Granger. I have a job for you." Dumbledore changed the topic,
hoping to lighten the mood.
"Sir?"
"We have a new student; no, not a 1st year. She's your age. I'd like you
to show her around Hogwarts. That is, if you can pry yourself from Mr.
Potter's side."
"Yes, sure. Um, why didn't you introduce her at dinner?" Hermione asked,
curiously.
"Well, there was a bit of a...distraction, wouldn't you agree?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled looking at their still food-covered outfits.
"You wouldn't happen to know who started that fiasco, would you?"
Ron and Hermione bowed their heads and muttered an unconvincing 'no'.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Very well," he continued. "Miss Granger, if you
will, she's waiting for you outside. It's best if you went and got some rest
too, Ron. Off you go."
Once they disappeared from site, Dumbledore turned sad eyes to Harry's
still form. "What horrors did this summer bring Harry?" The boy's eyebrow's knotted together and a bead of sweat dripped onto his cheek, looking like a tear in the dark candle-lit room.
"He's getting worse and worse, Albus. I worry," Madam Pomfrey said,
appearing behind Dumbledore.
"Do you know what he has?" Dumbledore inquired.
"That's what worries me. His symptoms are that odd. If you looked them
up, he has the flue. A normal muggle occurrence. But..."
"Since I set a spell on Harry protecting him from those afflictions, he
can't have acquired the flu..." Dumbledore added in a hushed tone.
"Exactly. There's a great aura of magic around him too, but it's not
harming him in any way. Rather, it's acting like a blanket and keeping him
from further harm. I don't know what it all means!" Madam Pomfrey threw her hands up in the air in frustration and sat down in a char next to Harry's bed.
"Now, now. Don't excite yourself. It will all be figured out soon
enough." Dumbledore stood and moved to the window. Looking upon his face, old
lines of age trailed his eyes, which were filled with wisdom and troubled
matters. He sighed and a puff of steam clouded the cold window. "Maybe she
would know," he spoke softly to himself.
"She who?"
"Oh no one, Poppy. No one." He turned towards Madam Pomfrey. "I
should be going. Work to do and all. Watch him well, Poppy. Watch him well."
"Of course," she replied, standing also. "Good night."
"Good night."
~End of Chapter Two! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All
accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
**Boost My Muse: Make A Donation to the 'I Need Your Thoughts Association'.**
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry
Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly
talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells
or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now,
seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if
there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate
just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have
to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's
the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^
Sparkle Tangerine: Did I write about Shippers? Aah! I'm so confused I can't tell who will be with who, sorry!
Michelle Barbajal: You can't help but love his ass!
**************************************************************************** **
Chapter Two: Of Much Unneeded Worries and Sing Songs
Dinner was exceedingly eventful, thanks in part to Dennis Creevey and his
friend Shawn McProth. They had just discovered how to levitate objects, and
decided to put it to good use. Starting with small objects, like grapes, they
soon directed heaps of food to the Slytherin table, only to drop them over
the unaware students. What had started out innocently enough turned into a
full-fledged magical food fight. Only the ceiling came out unscathed.
Seeing as how the teachers couldn't determine who started it, (though
McGonagall glared unmercilessly at the Slytherins) the four houses each got
50 points taken away, and everyone was to stay and clean the Great Hall,
without magic, as punishment, since not everyone could be given detention. Snape, of all the teachers, came out the worst. Some students were even
cleaner than him, though he didn't understand why most food was aimed his
way. It was a Snape lack-of-the-brains-to-figure-out-I''m-a-shit-to- EVERYONE-besides-Potter-moment. He did, though, have the audacity to claim that he saw Harry throw food at him. Heaps of food. I''m talking LOTSA food. Only after Draco informed him of Harry's unconscious body resting in the hospital wing did he relent, and he kept muttering about invisibility
cloaks at that.
After dinner, Hermione and Ron made their was up to the hospital wing
tailed by Draco. They were hoping Harry had waken up during their food feud,
but were sadly disappointed when Madam Pomfrey informed them that he had yet
to wake up. After much begging and pleading they were finally allowed to
enter. Draco hung back in the shadows, not yet wanted to make himself known.
"Maybe Draco's right," Hermione whispered to Ron, speaking in a hushed
tone as if she would disturb Harry if it were to be any louder.
"About what? And since when have we referred to him as 'Draco'?"
"About worrying too much. I mean, its ok to worry about him, but do you
think we're pushing it all the time? We usually fret even when he hurts his
pinky. And since he came to us and apologized profusely, acted friendly, and
tutored Harry on Potions, I think he deserves to be called Draco, not
Malfoy." Hermione gazed around the room and settled on a painting. It was
new. Quite pretty actually. The young girl seemed a bit shy and blushed when
she realized she had Hermione's eyes on her. Keeping her eyes traveling, they
caught a glimmer in the dark corner. If she strained her eyes a bit more, she
could just make out a form. ''Malfoy!'' her mind supplied her, and she smiled
and whispered ''hello'' once he noticed he'd been spotted.
Ron turned to see what had captivated Hermione's attention, but didn't
notice anything out of the ordinary. He practically jumped onto the sleeping
form of Harry when Draco walked out of the shadows, appearing out of nowhere
almost.
"Dammit, Malfoy! Must you do that?" he yelled. Inside his chest, his
heart was beating rapidly from the scare.
"No. But it's highly entertaining."
"Now boys, lets not fight," Hermione intervened.
"But it's so much fun, Granger. Do take a go at it sometime. Weasley is
oh so amusing."
Hermione used all her might to not laugh at Ron. "Oh come off it you two.
Really now. We're supposed to be here for Harry."
"Oh? And here I was hoping I'd get my two kicks. Really Granger, you're a spoil sport." Draco smiled and walked towards Harry's bed. Taking a quite
glance to make sure his friend was comfortable, he turned to Ron, his
features becoming serious. Placing his hand on Ron's shoulder, he said, "The
past does not always pave the way for the future."
Draco then nodded to Hermione, removed his hand from Ron's shoulder, and
left the hospital room. He couldn't help but laugh, however, when he heard
Ron squeak out in the most unmanliest yell ever, "WHAT THE *HELL* WAS THAT?!"
* * *
The lack of Draco's presence left the hospital wing deadly quiet. Ron
tried to engage Hermione in a series of conversations, but they would
eventually lapse into silence. It was a good deal later when murmuring broke
the silence.
From the quiet of Harry's bed, one could make out the faintest whispering
of what sounded like a flow of words in poetic form. "Closure has come to me
at last.." he said silently. Harry then turned over in the bed, pressing the
side of his head into his arms to cradle himself.
"Harry??" Hermione started.
"Go on...confusing this soul..." the whispering continued.
"Harry?" Ron questioned, hesitantly. Was he...singing? " 'Mione...?"
"Yes. I heard it too. He's singing!"
"And a delightful song it is." Both Ron and Hermione jumped up from
their seats at the sound of Dumbledore's voice.
"Sir?" they inquired at the same time.
Dumbledore smiled and instructed them to sit again. "A muggle song, I
believe. From America."
"But..How would Harry know it? Seeing as how he was locked up over the
summer.." Ron trailed off.
"Oh? What's this about being locked up?"
"Well, Harry didn't write over the summer, and the one time he did he
talked of the mistreatment of the Dursleys and being sick. I thought..Well...
I just thought that he was being hurt mentally by them."
"Ah. I see. Well, Harry kept in contact with Sirius and myself over the
summer. He reassured us that everything was quite all right. However, if you
find this questionable..."
"No, no! We wouldn't question you, sir! I guess Harry was too
preoccupied to write..." Hermione replied sadly.
"Well Miss Granger. I have a job for you." Dumbledore changed the topic,
hoping to lighten the mood.
"Sir?"
"We have a new student; no, not a 1st year. She's your age. I'd like you
to show her around Hogwarts. That is, if you can pry yourself from Mr.
Potter's side."
"Yes, sure. Um, why didn't you introduce her at dinner?" Hermione asked,
curiously.
"Well, there was a bit of a...distraction, wouldn't you agree?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled looking at their still food-covered outfits.
"You wouldn't happen to know who started that fiasco, would you?"
Ron and Hermione bowed their heads and muttered an unconvincing 'no'.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Very well," he continued. "Miss Granger, if you
will, she's waiting for you outside. It's best if you went and got some rest
too, Ron. Off you go."
Once they disappeared from site, Dumbledore turned sad eyes to Harry's
still form. "What horrors did this summer bring Harry?" The boy's eyebrow's knotted together and a bead of sweat dripped onto his cheek, looking like a tear in the dark candle-lit room.
"He's getting worse and worse, Albus. I worry," Madam Pomfrey said,
appearing behind Dumbledore.
"Do you know what he has?" Dumbledore inquired.
"That's what worries me. His symptoms are that odd. If you looked them
up, he has the flue. A normal muggle occurrence. But..."
"Since I set a spell on Harry protecting him from those afflictions, he
can't have acquired the flu..." Dumbledore added in a hushed tone.
"Exactly. There's a great aura of magic around him too, but it's not
harming him in any way. Rather, it's acting like a blanket and keeping him
from further harm. I don't know what it all means!" Madam Pomfrey threw her hands up in the air in frustration and sat down in a char next to Harry's bed.
"Now, now. Don't excite yourself. It will all be figured out soon
enough." Dumbledore stood and moved to the window. Looking upon his face, old
lines of age trailed his eyes, which were filled with wisdom and troubled
matters. He sighed and a puff of steam clouded the cold window. "Maybe she
would know," he spoke softly to himself.
"She who?"
"Oh no one, Poppy. No one." He turned towards Madam Pomfrey. "I
should be going. Work to do and all. Watch him well, Poppy. Watch him well."
"Of course," she replied, standing also. "Good night."
"Good night."
~End of Chapter Two! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All
accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
**Boost My Muse: Make A Donation to the 'I Need Your Thoughts Association'.**