Xenith
"The more you know, the more you know you don't know."
~~~Unknown
Chapter Twenty-three
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
In the past i was asked to report it to you when my scar hurt, more then usual that is, and it pained me slightly yesterday in the Three Broomsticks. I had a few butterbeers and forgot to report it to you immediately. It has been a constant headache since the conclusion of the last school year and I viewed this as just a spike. It was probably nothing.
My sincerest apologies for not reporting this sooner,
Harry Potter
"That sounds awfully formal, Harry." Hermione said, handing the letter back to him.
"I know." He folded the letter nevertheless and secured it to Hedwig's leg, watching her fly out of a large picture window in the Gryffindor common room.
"Why don't you just go talk to him?"
"I don't want to."
"Harry---"
"Drop it Herm."
"Halloween's tomorrow." Ron changed the subject.
"Should be a fun night." Hermione agreed. "I hear there's going to be dancing."
"I don't think I'm going to go." Harry said quietly.
"What!?" The two shouted in unison.
"I don't think I'm going to go." He repeated. "I don't really want to."
"Harry . . ."
"No, Hermione." Harry said sternly. "No."
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31 October
"We should have made him come with us, Ron." Hermione said quietly under the noise of the merry-makers.
"We can't, Herm. He's training." Ron replied just as quietly.
"What sort of training?"
"He didn't want to tell you because he knew you would worry."
"And why shouldn't I? What they're doing his too much!"
"I know, but it has to be done."
"No it doesn't. They're putting too much pressure on him."
"Yes, but we can't do anything about it."
"I don't understand why it has to be like this, Ron. It's not fair." She looked on the verge of crying.
"Yeah." He took her hand in his beneath the table.
"He's too young for this. He's not ready, we're not ready."
"That's why he has too do this."
"But what about you? And me?"
"Come-on, Herm, let's get out of here."
"All right."
Ron led Hermione out of the Hall and out of the castle. They sat down next to one another on the massive granite steps of the school. Hermione shivered and Ron wrapped his arm about her.
"Harry, has run head long into his destiny, Herm. There's nothing we can do for him but help him where ever we can along the way."
"You're helping but I haven't done anything for him in ages. i don't know how to help him, Ron, and that kills me!" She was crying.
"I'm not supposed to tell you this . . ."
"Ron, what is it?"
"Dumbledore was supposed to tell you before, but he's been quite busy with Harry lately that I guess he forgot . . ."
"Stop stalling."
Ron took a deep breath and said: "Dumbledore passed down the information to me now and you are going to be developing, what is potentially, Harry's only hope."
"What are you talking about?"
"You attended that meeting the other night because Dumbledore was going to explain why we need you. You're the best witch Hogwarts has seen since Lily Potter, and now you're even surpassing her. When she was Head Girl."
"No I'm not." Hermione blushed, wiping the tears from her face, and turning away from Ron.
"Yes, you are." Ron took her face in one of his large, freckled hands and turned her back to him. "And because of your blatantly obvious magical potential, McGonagall wants you to help her with something."
"What is it Ron?"
"Well, as you know, You-Know-Who can't be killed by a simple Avada Kedavra, so McGonagall has been working on a couple of theories as to how he can be defeated. She thinks that if we could convince a Dementor to suck the soul from him then we could kill him."
"A Dementor would never do anything like that. Dumbledore said they're going to throw their support behind him the moment he asks."
"I know, but going with that theory, McGonagall believes that we could defeat him."
"But there's no spell that can do something like that. Suck the should from a person, i mean."
"That's why she want's you."
"She want's me to help develop a spell that will literally SUCK the soul out of a person so that we would be able to destroy them? That's terrible!" Ron nodded. "And who would perform such a horrible thing? Dumbledore?"
"Harry."
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"Oh!" Chris laughed, letting a slightly tipsy Fred ambush her and pin her against the wall near her quarters. "Fred!"
"Mmmmm, you smell good." He murmured, burying his face in her neck.
"Are you pissed?" She laughed as he sucked at a pressure point on her neck.
"A bit," He lifted her from the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. "What's the password?"
"Anarchy." She murmured, locking her mouth onto Fred's neck and bowing to the inevitable.
The portrait opened and Fred tripped inside, knocking over a stool in their haste to rid one another of their clothing. Fred and Chris fell onto her bed. Fred pulled back for a moment, drinking in all of Chris's heaving, half-naked body in one long, lingering look.
"Halloween has _definitely_ become my favourite holiday." He grinned wickedly.
Chris laughed and pulled Fred back to her.
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"The more you know, the more you know you don't know."
~~~Unknown
Chapter Twenty-three
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
In the past i was asked to report it to you when my scar hurt, more then usual that is, and it pained me slightly yesterday in the Three Broomsticks. I had a few butterbeers and forgot to report it to you immediately. It has been a constant headache since the conclusion of the last school year and I viewed this as just a spike. It was probably nothing.
My sincerest apologies for not reporting this sooner,
Harry Potter
"That sounds awfully formal, Harry." Hermione said, handing the letter back to him.
"I know." He folded the letter nevertheless and secured it to Hedwig's leg, watching her fly out of a large picture window in the Gryffindor common room.
"Why don't you just go talk to him?"
"I don't want to."
"Harry---"
"Drop it Herm."
"Halloween's tomorrow." Ron changed the subject.
"Should be a fun night." Hermione agreed. "I hear there's going to be dancing."
"I don't think I'm going to go." Harry said quietly.
"What!?" The two shouted in unison.
"I don't think I'm going to go." He repeated. "I don't really want to."
"Harry . . ."
"No, Hermione." Harry said sternly. "No."
---
31 October
"We should have made him come with us, Ron." Hermione said quietly under the noise of the merry-makers.
"We can't, Herm. He's training." Ron replied just as quietly.
"What sort of training?"
"He didn't want to tell you because he knew you would worry."
"And why shouldn't I? What they're doing his too much!"
"I know, but it has to be done."
"No it doesn't. They're putting too much pressure on him."
"Yes, but we can't do anything about it."
"I don't understand why it has to be like this, Ron. It's not fair." She looked on the verge of crying.
"Yeah." He took her hand in his beneath the table.
"He's too young for this. He's not ready, we're not ready."
"That's why he has too do this."
"But what about you? And me?"
"Come-on, Herm, let's get out of here."
"All right."
Ron led Hermione out of the Hall and out of the castle. They sat down next to one another on the massive granite steps of the school. Hermione shivered and Ron wrapped his arm about her.
"Harry, has run head long into his destiny, Herm. There's nothing we can do for him but help him where ever we can along the way."
"You're helping but I haven't done anything for him in ages. i don't know how to help him, Ron, and that kills me!" She was crying.
"I'm not supposed to tell you this . . ."
"Ron, what is it?"
"Dumbledore was supposed to tell you before, but he's been quite busy with Harry lately that I guess he forgot . . ."
"Stop stalling."
Ron took a deep breath and said: "Dumbledore passed down the information to me now and you are going to be developing, what is potentially, Harry's only hope."
"What are you talking about?"
"You attended that meeting the other night because Dumbledore was going to explain why we need you. You're the best witch Hogwarts has seen since Lily Potter, and now you're even surpassing her. When she was Head Girl."
"No I'm not." Hermione blushed, wiping the tears from her face, and turning away from Ron.
"Yes, you are." Ron took her face in one of his large, freckled hands and turned her back to him. "And because of your blatantly obvious magical potential, McGonagall wants you to help her with something."
"What is it Ron?"
"Well, as you know, You-Know-Who can't be killed by a simple Avada Kedavra, so McGonagall has been working on a couple of theories as to how he can be defeated. She thinks that if we could convince a Dementor to suck the soul from him then we could kill him."
"A Dementor would never do anything like that. Dumbledore said they're going to throw their support behind him the moment he asks."
"I know, but going with that theory, McGonagall believes that we could defeat him."
"But there's no spell that can do something like that. Suck the should from a person, i mean."
"That's why she want's you."
"She want's me to help develop a spell that will literally SUCK the soul out of a person so that we would be able to destroy them? That's terrible!" Ron nodded. "And who would perform such a horrible thing? Dumbledore?"
"Harry."
---
"Oh!" Chris laughed, letting a slightly tipsy Fred ambush her and pin her against the wall near her quarters. "Fred!"
"Mmmmm, you smell good." He murmured, burying his face in her neck.
"Are you pissed?" She laughed as he sucked at a pressure point on her neck.
"A bit," He lifted her from the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. "What's the password?"
"Anarchy." She murmured, locking her mouth onto Fred's neck and bowing to the inevitable.
The portrait opened and Fred tripped inside, knocking over a stool in their haste to rid one another of their clothing. Fred and Chris fell onto her bed. Fred pulled back for a moment, drinking in all of Chris's heaving, half-naked body in one long, lingering look.
"Halloween has _definitely_ become my favourite holiday." He grinned wickedly.
Chris laughed and pulled Fred back to her.
---
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¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*