Hey Kiddies! I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up! I've been swamped with school work! But I made it a little longer to make up for it okay! ENJOY!
And a disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any Harry Potter related material! No, no I don't indeed.
HARRY
POTTER
AND THE STAFF OF VIGOR
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CHAPTER 9: DISAPPEARANCES
Ellanora went back to ignoring Harry for the following week so he decided to give up trying to be her friend for the time being and instead concentrated on the upcoming Dueling Competition. It was going to begin in three weeks and Hogwarts students were buzzing about the castle with excitement. Ron was especially ecstatic about it, for Harry's sake.
"You are going to win! I don't doubt it for a minute." Ron said for the seventh time that day. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I think he gets that you support him Ron." Hermione told him, but a smile was creeping across her face.
"Who wouldn't? No-one will want to go against the guy whose fought Voldemort numerous times and come out alive." He waited for a reaction about what he'd said and surely enough got one.
"You said it!" Harry and Hermione cried together.
"You said his name. Oh Ron I'm so proud of you." Hermione hugged him tightly. Ron blushed.
"Aw shucks fella's. Tis nothing, really." But he was obviously proud of himself. He hadn't been able to say Voldemort's name his entire life. Harry grinned at him.
"Good on you mate." He patted Ron on the back. Ron shrugged off their praise, a beaming smile upon his face. They walked into the Great Hall where everyone was signing up for the Dueling Competition. Harry made his way over to the list for the sixth year competition. He scanned down the list for names for people he recognized. He spotted Dean, Seamus and Neville's names and was a little disappointed when he saw Malfoy's name jotted down, along with the names of his two cronies: Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry put his quill to the paper but paused. Did he really want to do this? Sure it would be fun but fighting against all of his friends?
"Come on Harry." Hermione urged him, adding her name to the female's list. Ron gave him a nudge and he reluctantly wrote his name down. Harry sighed and turned around running into someone.
"Excuse me." Ellanora pushed him aside and put her name down on the list.
"A bit of a fighter are we?" Pansy Parkinson raised an eyebrow and eyed Ellanora critically, like she was dirt. She had been sitting by the lists watching to see who signed up.
"If it means bringing you down off your high horse then yes, I suppose so." Ellanora observed her wearily.
"A bit of a mouth on you." Pansy sneered. Ellanora shrugged and went to walk by her but Pansy stood in her way and wouldn't let her pass.
"I'm going to be the one bringing you down traitor. Just you wait." Pansy still wouldn't move. Harry rolled his eyes and reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her aside, as Ron moved forward to most likely do the same. Ellanora ignored Harry and walked away.
"Let go of me Potter!" Pansy squealed shrilly. Harry released his grip immediately.
"Is there a problem here?" Snape appeared at Pansy's side. Harry gritted his teeth; he didn't feel like being subjected to Snape's wrath at this particular moment.
"Potter was harassing me Sir." Pansy smirked in Harry's direction.
"Is that so?" Snape looked between Pansy and Harry.
"No," Ron came to Harry's defense, "Pansy was harassing herself."
"I doubt that very much Weasley. Watch your mouth." Snape glared at him. Ron scowled and went to say something again but Hermione pulled him away, knowing all too well how much trouble Ron's temper got him into.
"I didn't do anything. This is ridiculous. Can I just go?" Harry pleaded.
"Ridiculous? You think you're too highly to be treated just as other students are, is that right Potter? Just like your father. Thinking you deserve better than everyone..." He stopped when a delicate hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Certainly Severus it's not that bad." Professor Treen smiled at the group. Snape's face darkened, which looked highly unusual against his pale skin.
"Tracery. You see it first hand. Potter causing trouble." Snape explained. His attitude towards Professor Treen had changed drastically over the past few months. It seemed he was no longer repulsed by her in any way and some rumors were even travelling around the school that Professor Snape fancied Professor Treen, as well as vise versa.
"I saw nothing of the sort first hand. I saw Pansy, " She smiled at Pansy kindly, "Having a little bit of fun with that...um...Egon girl."
Snape's expression changed abruptly.
"You were harassing Miss Egon? That's it Miss Parkinson! Fifty points from Slytherin." He growled.
"But Professor..." Pansy lowered her eyes and sulked.
"Fifty points? Oh Severus, that's a bit harsh." Professor Treen pointed out. Snape sighed.
"Thirty points." He decided.
"Severus..." Professor Treen started again.
"Fine. Ten points. You watch how you treat other students." He turned and left them. Professor Treen winked at the students before following Snape out of the Great Hall.
"I said it before and I'll say it again. Something is going on with those two." Harry shook his head in disbelief. Snape and a woman. Maybe it was plausible. Hermione giggled and Ron grinned. Pansy even suppressed a smile for a moment as they all watched the Professor's leave the Great Hall. When they had disappeared Pansy turned to Harry and looked at him disgustedly.
"Since when do you hold an interest for Egon, Potter?" She spat. Over her shoulder Harry saw Malfoy crossing the hall towards them. Great, he thought, another interrogation.
"He doesn't!" Ron said angrily. Hermione sighed.
"It seems highly evident that he does," Pansy took a step towards Harry, "I'd watch it Potter. Hanging out with the likes of that thing can get you into trouble."
"Since when are you worried about my welfare?" Harry inquired spitefully. Pansy bit her lip and went red.
"I'm not! I couldn't care less what happened to you. I'm just saying that…" She looked up relieved as Malfoy reached them.
"Problem Pansy?" He asked mildly. Ron and Harry glared at him. Hermione watched him curiously.
"No Draco," She turned and slipped her hand into his arm, "They're just being a bloody nuisance as usual."
"Why don't you tell me about it?" He offered. She smiled up at him fondly and Harry thought he saw Malfoy shudder.
"I was just ridding myself of their irritating presence anyway." Pansy informed him.
"Ah." It was the only word Malfoy uttered before guiding Pansy out of the Hall.
"Anyone would think he'd come and taken her away from us on purpose." Ron shook his head. Hermione, still gazing after Malfoy curiously, raised an eyebrow at his comment.
"Yes. You might think that wouldn't you." She said, a small smile flitting across her face.
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Harry was lying in his dorm room bed a few days later with another headache. His headaches were getting increasingly worse and Harry concluded that if the pain increased he'd be telling someone how bad they got. He shook his head trying to banish his thoughts as they traveled back to that of the cave.
He was still having the dreams about the cave, nearly every night now. He'd do exactly the same thing in the dream as he did the first time he'd had it but he'd wake up before he'd be able to grasp what he was looking for, Malfoy still at his side. He hadn't worked out his enemy's part in the dream yet. Then again, he hadn't worked out a lot of things about the dream.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something that would get his mind off his headache. He thought mildly about the Dueling contest- hoping he would win -and considered a little who he would ask to the Christmas Ball. There was a tapping on his window and he turned to find a small ball of light floating above his windowsill. Frowning, he walked over to it and opened the window. The ball flew past him, bringing with it the scent of rain, and landed on his bed.
"A fairy?" Harry wondered walking over to it. The light on it dimmed and it looked up at him. He turned his head to the side confused.
"Is it Edward? Is Ellanora alright?" He asked it. No, they were fine.
"What are you doing here?" But he already knew. It was for him to study for his Care of Magical Creatures assignment. Harry grinned and got out a few pieces of parchment. He sat down across from it on his bed and it continued to gaze up at him. God they're beautiful, he thought. The fairy seemed to read his mind for it showed off then, spinning around and shooting out sprays of crystal dust.
He grinned at the display and began to question the fairy on numerous things about how it lived and its history. The fairy didn't answer him in speaking terms but before Harry's questions had even left his mouth he knew the answers to them. He looked down at his three pages of notes and smiled, he surely had enough information to get an Outstanding grade now.
"Thanks." Harry smiled down at it. The fairy smiled back at him and flew up around his head before flying out the open window and out of sight. Harry rubbed his temples as he watched it disappear into the distance, he felt dizzy and disorientated but his headache was somehow gone now. He couldn't remember feeling this happy in a long time. Harry made his way over to his bed and was about to hop in it when loud voices drew him to the top of his dormitory staircase. He strained his ears and could make out Hermione's incensed voice followed by Ron's. They were fighting again.
"I'd better go break that up then." Harry said to himself cheerfully. He walked steadily down the staircase until he came to his two best friends. Hermione was red in the face from either embarrassment or anger or both. Ron looked flustered.
"What appears to be the dilemma here?" Harry inquired, grinning at them.
"Hermione's got a problem with me." Ron groaned. Hermione glared at him.
"He's taking Ellanora to the Christmas Ball Harry, did you know?" She said angrily. Harry laughed. Was that really all?
"Good on you Ron. Don't worry Hermione. You don't need a partner to go." Harry smiled at her.
"I know that Harry. What I'm saying is..." She trailed off, forgetting her point.
"See! You don't even know! You just don't like her, that's the only reason you don't want me going with her!" Ron thumped his fist on a nearby table.
"Whoa! Ron! Temper, temper." Harry giggled. Ron looked at him curiously.
"That is not the only reason Ron. You said you'd take me to this one...I want a partner and I don't want to go with some stranger." Hermione explained, eyeing Harry who was watching them with a lopsided grin.
"I never said I'd take you. Where did you get that from?" Ron wondered. Hermione went pink.
"You said...in fourth year with the Yule Ball. You got into a huff and I said take me to the next one..." She stopped herself. Ron gave her an apologetic look.
"You said it Hermione. Not me. I'm really sorry. If I'd known you didn't want to go alone..." He paused as Harry walked over to Hermione groggily, still smiling foolishly.
"I'll take you Hermione," He offered turning around a kicking out his feet a bit, "I like to dance."
"Harry what on earth?" Hermione gave him a withering look. Ron grinned and then looked back at Hermione.
"There you go. Problem solved. Harry's not some stranger." He said happily, glad to be escaping her unpleasant mood.
"Yes-" She began.
"Don't worry, it's not a date. I don't like you like that." Harry patted her shoulder reassuringly. Hermione nodded.
"I know that Harry but-" She was cut off by Ron this time.
"If you don't want to go with Harry don't worry. You still have what? Six weeks to find someone." He said helpfully.
"Fine," Hermione snapped huffily, "I'll go with Harry. You go with Ellanora and we'll have fun."
"That's the spirit old girl." Harry hugged her. Hermione pushed him off and stared at him.
"You been into a bit of Old Hodgen's Firewhisky mate?" Ron came over to Harry and grabbed his arms to steady him.
"Nah. I don't know. I'm really happy." He shrugged. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Firewhisky." She said, agreeing he'd been drinking some. Harry jumped out of Ron's grip.
"C'mon. I wouldn't. It was...it was a fairy...it flew in my window so I could write about it. Yeah, it was so teeny tiny!" He put his hands together and then drew them slightly apart to show his friends how small the fairy had been.
"A fairy flew into your window? Honestly Harry, you should be able to come up with better stories than that. Fairies avoid people at all costs." Hermione stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Harry put his head to the side.
"No lie...really." He insisted, smiling still. Hermione patted him on the head patronizingly.
"If you say so. Goodnight Harry." She gave Ron one last aggravated look and disappeared up into the girl's dorms. Ron shook his head and dragged Harry up to their room.
"A fairy. Mate, the Basilisk I believe. The Giant Spider I believe. Man, if you told me you fought a Dragon this morning I'd believe it...it's more common that a fairy approaching...a..." He trailed off as he frowned at Harry's bed where Harry had interviewed the fairy. There was clear, sparkling dust on it and their dorm room smelt like rain. Harry picked up the dust and showed it to Ron.
"Told you," He laughed, "Told you so!"
"Fine." Ron laughed with him and put him in his bed. Harry was already dozing off as Ron exited the room. He sighed happily and soon dropped off to sleep, only to be met with the darkness of a cave that smelt of death and doom.
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"Hello my crazy friend." Hermione greeted him as he came down to the dorm room the following morning. Harry pulled a face.
"What?" He shook his head, "I feel weird."
"Yes well a headache would be normal wouldn't it? You were pretty tipsy last night." She gave him a displeasing look.
"Not a headache. I feel, I don't know...light. And I wasn't tipsy last night. There was a fairy in my room and it must have done something to me." He frowned at her. Hermione shrugged, not believing him. They waited several more minutes before Ron appeared. Hermione went a little pink and wouldn't look at him, clearly embarrassed from last night. Ron felt a little strange too so the conversation on the way to Transfiguration was limited. When they entered the room they were surprised to find the classroom empty.
"This is...strange." Harry glanced around the room.
"I bet they've gone somewhere," Hermione scowled at her friends, "This is because you both took so long getting ready. We're incredibly late you know!"
"Oh give it a rest." Ron admonished. Hermione sighed irritably and went and sat on one of the class stools. Ron and Harry joined her and they all waited for half an hour. Ron stood up impatiently.
"I'll go and see if I can find someone." He told them, leaving the room. Hermione glared after him.
"I wonder who he's going to try and find." She said huffily. Harry remained quiet, feeling it best not to comment. Another half an hour passed and still Ron hadn't returned.
"Think he's forgotten us?" Harry wondered.
"If he's preoccupied elsewhere then most probably." Hermione sulked. Harry rolled his eyes. This was getting to be quite annoying. He opened his mouth to tell her so when Malfoy walked past the classroom door. They both jumped up.
"Malfoy!" They yelled. He took a few steps back and eyed them gingerly.
"What is it?" He demanded sharply. They ignored his tone.
"Where is everyone?" Hermione asked. Malfoy sneered.
"Avoiding you I don't doubt." He said in reply.
"What? Why?" Harry pulled a face. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"He's kidding Harry. Malfoy where is everyone?" She asked him very sharply this time.
"If you don't know, then I'm not going to..." He began. Hermione, quickly fed up, groaned and poked him in the chest.
"When will you get sick of this act!" She exclaimed. His face remained impassive.
"What act Granger?" He raised an eyebrow.
"This 'I hate everyone and everyone will hate me' act," She lowered her voice unsuccessfully, "Ginny's told me about you, so there is no use pretending around us."
Harry looked on confused as Malfoy's stony gaze disappeared and was replaced with one of worry.
"There's a problem," He told them, managing to keep his tone unfriendly despite his discomfort, "Dumbledore's gone missing and so have several students."
"Ohmigod!" Hermione gasped. Harry's heart began to beat fast.
"Gone?" Harry repeated the word to himself, "Gone?"
"Yes Potter, surely you know the meaning of the word." Malfoy said spitefully. Harry glared at him.
"What students?" Hermione inquired, her voice barely a whisper.
"Various ones. Different years, different Houses. There's only one relationship really." Malfoy looked ashamed.
"What?" Hermione's voice was crazed. Harry remained silent.
"They're children...of people that betrayed Voldemort. They're traitors and it seems that the Dark Lord is punishing the parents through their children." Malfoy avoided their gaze. Harry's heart accelerated even more so. He'd heard people being called that word...traitor.
"How do you..." He began but stopped.
"I'm sure my father's alternative profession is well known," Malfoy said darkly, raising his head to look at Harry, "Especially thanks to you Potter."
"Oh stop it." Hermione leaned weakly against a desk and was very pale. Harry wrapped his arm her shoulder.
"This is awful Harry. Dumbledore...students...it's never happened like this before." Hermione whispered. Harry just squeezed her shoulder in what he hoped was a supportive manner. Malfoy turned to leave but fell back as Ron practically flew into the classroom. They both landed on the floor with a thud.
"You guys!" Ron jumped up, "The worst thing has..."
"We heard." Harry told him. Ron was wild-eyed. He glanced down at Malfoy and his face darkened a little despite his crazed behaviour.
"I see." He said. Ron then bent down and did something entirely out of fashion for him, he offered his hand to Malfoy to help him up. Malfoy eyed it cautiously for a moment before allowing Ron to pick him up. He didn't waste another minute in their presence however and immediately exited the room.
"Is anyone we know missing?" Harry asked. Ron turned to stare at the wall and reminded Harry instantly of Ellanora.
"A few seventh years and there's one second year and about three fourth years. And...and there's one sixth year." He closed his eyes regretfully. Hermione grabbed Ron's hands and got him to look at her.
"Who Ron? Who?" She asked gently. Ron sighed.
"Neville. Neville's gone." He muttered. Hermione put a hand to her mouth before wrapping her arms around Ron's neck and crying quietly.
"Oh poor Neville..." She murmured. Ron placed his arms around her and spoke soothingly into her ear. Harry's mood changed from worry to anger quickly. Neville was a good friend of all of theirs and they'd been through quite a bit together. His parents were at St Mungo's because Deatheater's had driven them insane. Hadn't Voldemort done enough harm to Neville?
"Voldemort." Harry growled. He turned and walked angrily out of the classroom. A few moments later and Ron and Hermione's footsteps could be heard behind him.
"Everyone's in the Great Hall Harry." Ron informed him, appearing at his side. Harry stopped. What was he thinking? He couldn't just leave Hogwarts and seek out Voldemort. He had no idea where the Dark Wizard was. He could be anywhere. He turned and looked at Ron and Hermione who were eyeing him expectantly.
"Another day. Another day I'll do it." He said taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. He turned around and headed in the opposite direction; to the Great Hall.
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Harry closed his eyes in front of the Gryffindor fire and sighed. This had been one of the hardest days he'd had in a long time. Hermione, who was sitting next to him, patted his hand.
"I thought you were the one that needed comforting?" Ron asked from the other side of her. Hermione rubbed her swollen eyes momentarily.
"I do. We all do." She leant back into the couch. They were all tired it seemed.
"It's late, go to bed." Ron told her gently. Hermione shook her head.
"No, I want to stay. I don't want to go up there. All the girls are crying." She muttered, sounding half-irritated and half-sad.
"Understood. When girls cry it is so annoying." Ron said, earning a hit on the arm from Hermione. He grinned at her weakly.
"Dumbledore is probably out looking for the students." Harry concluded, out of the blue. Ron and Hermione looked at him.
"It's possible. It all happened so fast that no-one knows if he's missing or if he's left." Hermione offered. They basked in the warm glow of the fire silently and a few hours passed by warily as they each dissected their thoughts.
"This is ridiculous. How can students just go missing! There are magical spells of protection all over the school!" Hermione exclaimed, making Ron and Harry jump.
"Dark magic Hermione. Who knows what it can do." Ron told her.
"But it…it's Dumbledore. How can he go missing? Yes Harry, I know he might have gone looking for the students but to leave no warning or message about it? It just isn't logical." Hermione threw her hands up in the air.
"Not everything is Hermione." Harry muttered.
Hermione sighed and nodded and the Trio became silent for the third time that night.
"It's not fair that we have to go to class." Harry mumbled, opting for some light conversation. He saw Ron nod out of the corner of his eye while Hermione remained motionless. Okay, so no one wanted to talk then.
"Who cares about class?" Hermione said, surprising them yet again, "All I can think about is Neville and those other students and...and what they are doing and how they are and if their hurt or...or..."
"Dead." Harry finished gloomily. Hermione wiped away a few fresh tears and shot him a reproachful stare. Ron put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to him. Hermione thankfully accepted the comfort and placed her head on his chest. It was moments like this that made Harry feel left out so he decided to leave them alone.
"I'm going to go to bed." He stood up.
"So early?" Ron wondered looking up at him.
"Headache." Harry shrugged and left them. He was tired and he didn't want to think about the students and Dumbledore anymore. Who knew what Neville was getting into or if he was even still alive? Harry wanted to shut out any bad thoughts about his friend and sleeping and venturing into the dark, evil cave seemed like the best option.
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As he entered Potions class a few days later he noticed that the effect of the missing students and Headmaster was still heavily on the students minds as it had been days before. Every day that passed seemed agonizing as everyone waited for some sort of news. There were many groups of Auror's out searching for the missing but it did little to comfort everyone. Harry made his way over to Ellanora. He hadn't bothered waiting for Ron this morning, he just didn't feel like talking to anyone.
"Morning." Ellanora was resting her head on her arms. Harry ignored her.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked turning to look at him. He still ignored her. Ellanora tried several more times to talk to him before finally rolling her eyes.
"Don't tell me we've switched roles now? I'm the annoying, talkative one and you're the brooding, depressive one?" She smiled a little. Harry sighed.
"How can you fine with all of this?" He gestured nowhere in particular but assumed she knew he meant the students.
"Who says I am? I deal differently to you." Ellanora said mildly.
"God! What is with you?" He snapped. Her eyes widened a little.
"What?"
"You hate me and won't talk to me or anyone else and all of a sudden you're making conversation? Has Ron really had that much of an affect on you?" He folded his arms over his chest and glared at her.
"Maybe." She said nonchalantly.
"I don't think you really care." Harry mumbled. Ellanora leant in closer to him.
"Don't get the wrong impression of me over this student mess Harry. I'm not fine…" She started but Harry was already annoyed.
"You are fine. But why wouldn't you be? You don't have a friend missing," Before he could stop himself he added, "You don't have any friends full stop."
"There's reasons why things happen Harry." Ellanora said quietly. Harry eyed her critically.
"You believe that?" He pulled a face.
"Yes. Everything in my entire life will happen for a reason. I'll just have to work it out. Same with you." She shrugged. Snape entered the room and addressed the class.
"I know you aren't all feeling up to work still," He looked very tired, "But I'm going to have to go through the curriculum process nevertheless."
Ron walked into the classroom distractedly. He was late but it didn't seem like he cared.
"Weasley." Snape nodded his head for Ron to sit down. Even Ron looked surprised at this gesture, he'd expected detention.
"Your Deliberative Potion's have finished brewing and you will be using them today. You are to record the results of the Potion and write an essay on it based around the thesis you draw from the Potion. Collect your vials and begin." Snape went and sat at his desk. Harry collected his Potion and brought it back to Ellanora. She looked at it frowning.
"I'm worried what it will do." She gave a Harry a quick worried look.
"Me too." Harry agreed sitting down next to her feeling bad about how he had spoken to her before. Ellanora closed her eyes for a moment before picking up the vial and drinking half the contents before Harry could stop her.
"Wait!" He exclaimed watching her. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine." She said. You stupid twit.
"I am not." Harry snapped. Harry picked up the Potion and drank the remaining contents. Ellanora looked confused. What on earth is the matter with you?
"Nothing." Harry looked closely at her mouth. Is there something on my face?
No, you look great, Harry thought. He opened is mouth to tell her nothing was on her face when Ellanora nodded slightly. I think I know what this Potion does.
Let's you read someone's mind, Harry assumed blushing slightly at his previous thought. Ellanora agreed. I don't like this. I don't want you knowing what I think. It's evasive. Stop looking at me!
Fine, Harry turned away. He can't read my thoughts...he'll know all my secrets...oh I wish we'd been warned about this stupid Potion!
Yeah I know, Harry sighed. Stop reading my thoughts! Gosh you irritate me!
"Well its not like I can help it!" Harry turned back to face her. I told you to stop looking at me!
Well sometimes I can't help it, Harry shrugged. Why? Pity attractive is it?
No...you are, His eyes widened. Ellanora focused her attention on her feet. You can't say stuff like that to me.
I didn't, I thought it...stupid blush go away! It's not like I like her, because that's just stupid! Harry's blush deepened. What?
You heard me, well...figuratively speaking...don't go to the ball with Ron, Harry stood off his stool quickly. WHAT?
I don't think you should...Harry closed his eyes and tried to govern his mind. Why not?
For...Hermione's...sake! Harry managed to barely control his thoughts. Oh. Well, I don't know. Think of something else. I don't want to discuss this. What friend of yours is missing?
Huh? Harry frowned. One of the missing students is your friend? Come on. You just blew me up about it before.
Oh, yeah. His name is Neville Longbottom. We've been friends since first year. I'm really worried about him, Harry thought sadly. Oh Harry… I'm so sorry about it. I really am!
It's fine. I'm sure he's fine. I was really worried you know. When I got told there were students missing. Harry was losing control of his thoughts. Well who wouldn't be? I thought instantly of Edward because he's been leaving the grounds a lot lately...
No, I was worried about you. I thought you might be missing, Harry interrupted her thoughts and was surprised at his own. Well...I'm fine…I didn't think you cared that much.
I had no idea I cared that much, Harry shook his head. It's nice. Sometimes people say they care when they never really do.
I know. I feel really sorry for you, I can't help it but it must be hard without your parents, Harry was finding it very difficult to stop himself from thinking. Yes well. It is. Edward was right that day in the forest. I haven't cried yet. I never have. God, stop bringing up these things! Thoughts can't be controlled!
Why haven't you cried? Harry wondered ignoring the anxiety that her voice seemed to leave in his head. I don't know. I don't want to be weak.
I think crying makes a person weak too...but you should. It will make you feel better, he considered for her gently. Take some of you're own advice about Sirius and Cedric.
"Excuse me!" Harry demanded. You...you were thinking about them before. I could barely understand it because they were like underlying thoughts…very quiet ones…but I caught the gist...
Great! Involve yourself in my business but be completely private about yours, Harry thought angrily. Shut up! Our situations are entirely different.
Really? How so? Come on. Tell me! Harry waited patiently for the inevitable reply. Oh I hate you! I can't stop thinking this… With my parents it's so complicated because of everything about how they died and I have to take care of everything they left behind...
"I don't want to do this anymore." Ellanora said loudly. The whole class was silent because everyone was mentally conversing with their partners. They all glanced up as Ellanora went to walk out of the classroom. Ron looked worried and made to get up to follow her but she turned to look at him and he stopped. His expression changed to that of surprise but he sat back down again. Harry assumed that she'd said something to him mentally.
Ellanora quickly left the room and Harry frowned after her. Snape glanced at her retreating figure with what could have been sympathy before he turned to gaze at Harry. Harry held his penetrating gaze before closing his eyes and looking away. Why did he have to make Ellanora hate him again? Oh well, It was fine. It's not like he cared that much anyway.
But he did.
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A/N: So hmm…with Ron and Hermione I wanted to make this story so that Hermione gets jealous because in all other stories Ron is always the jealous one and I didn't think that it was fair.
So what's going to happen to the missing students?
How's this damned cave going to fit in?
Who will die? And believe me…someone will!
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