A/N: Hey everyone it's me 'Mione Weasley again coming at you from the depths of all the schoolwork. It's finally Friday and that means I can wallow in the heaven I like to call Fanfics! So after checking my reviews and seeing I had 7 I decided not to leave y'all in suspense much longer so here you go! The thank yous are as follows and please read urs if you reviwed b/c I thank EVERYONE!
Cheese Diva: Thanx for being a constant reviewer. You rock!
Penelope Rich: Thanx for pointing that out for me! I'll spell Viktor correct from now on and as to the Care of Magical Creatures Lessons I don't think that'll come up again, but thnax for letting me know of my mistake. Here's the next chappie for you and thanx for being so observant!
dede: I like Sarah too she's so cool!
Lily106: Well here you go! Here's some more!
tiffiany-45: Thank you so much! Your review brightened up my day so much! Thank you for taking the time to actually pay attention to a girls dream. LOL you are awesome PLEASE review again!
Natalie Potter731: I dunno...I still think...:)
Icebreaker20037: I hope you like the next chappie too! Don't worry R/H WILL become a factor soon, I couldn't write a fic without them in it!
Chapter 6: Rhonda's Eyes
Weeks went by and nothing new happened. Ron was much better company now that he knew the Hermione and Krum weren't going out and Hermione seemed to enjoy it as much as Harry did. The summer season had quickly melted away; autumn was upon them. For many of the 7th years this meant that it was time to get down to business and study, for Harry and Ron it meant Quidditch practice.
Harry had been made Quidditch captain after Angelina had left and he was already overwhelmed. It was hard enough trying to stay on top of his busy schedule and keep the Quidditch team in top shape.
It was a harsh, cold November morning and Harry sat at the Gryffindor table eating what breakfast his stomach could handle. He was feeling a bit sick now because of everything he had to do.
"Harry, are you feeling all right?" Hermione asked him as he played with his kippers. "You look ill."
"Yeah, sure I'm fine," Harry said trying with great difficulty to drink his orange juice.
Ron looked at him as those checking him over.
"She's right, mate. You don't look to good," he said wrinkling up his nose.
"Just preoccupied, I guess." Harry looked around the Great Hall in need of something to interest him that wasn't food and his eyes fell on the girl who had just walked in the door.
It was Rhonda and as Harry looked at her he felt his scar twinge slightly. Suddenly her head turned towards him and stared straight into his eyes. They were like hollow masses of darkness, sucking him towards her. She seemed to have no life within her and she seemed to never have been happy. Almost like a robot obeying a hidden master, she walked around never uttering a word, but always there.
Her head snapped away from him and she turned to sit alone at the end of the table all by herself.
"That is very sad," Hermione said, noticing Harry staring at Rhonda. "She has no friends. Maybe we should go cheer her up."
"No!" Ron and Harry said together.
Harry had forgotten that he had only told Ron about the way Rhonda had made him feel the night of the sorting ceremony. He hadn't wanted to worry her and had forgotten to mention it at all.
Hermione looked shocked at the reaction of the two boys.
"That isn't very kind," she said indignantly. "I would've expected more from you Harry. You're always nice to everyone. And Ron you're Head Boy! You are supposed to show compassion to those who are unfortunate!"
"Hermione!" Harry said anxiously. "It isn't that we're being mean it's that-"
"I think both of you are being very mean!" she huffed. "I have half a mind to march over to her myself and say hi. In fact," she began to stand up. "I think I will."
Ron grabbed Hermione's wrist and forced her back down in her seat.
"Hermione, listen to Harry! There's something you don't know."
Hermione, who looked surprised that Ron had pulled her back down next to him, sat staring fixedly at Harry, waiting for him to speak.
"Hermione," Harry said taking a deep breath, "The night she got sorted she looked at me funny and my scar flared up with more pain then I felt since last year when I saw Voldemort again. I don't think she's right."
Hermione stared at him and slumped in her seat.
"Well," she said composing herself slightly. "You felt pain in your scar when Professor Umbridge touched you in 5th year and she wasn't working for Voldemort."
"Trust me, Hermione she's weird. She has these eyes that sort of…I don't now it's hard to explain. I just don't have a good feeling about her. Please stay away from her!"
"Listen to him, Hermione," Ron said nervously. "We don't want something to happen to any of us."
Hermione looked at both of them as if trying to read them further.
"All right, I'll take your word for it, Harry," she said picking up her bag and standing up.
"Where are you going?" Ron called after her.
"I've got to go do some extra homework," she called back. "See you guys later."
Harry and Ron finished up their breakfast and headed out to the Quidditch field for practice. The sky was a harsh gray and covered in billowing clouds. The wind was cold and like thousands of tiny needles pricking their faces as they trudged through the grounds to the changing rooms.
When they got there the rest of the team had already arrived. The whole team now consisted of Harry as captain and back again as Seeker, Ron playing Keeper, Ginny as one of the three Chasers, the other two were Dennis and Collin Creevey and the two Beaters were Andrew Kirke and Jack Slopper who had significantly improved since Harry's 5th year.
"Ok, everyone," Harry said when everyone had dressed and were waiting for him to speak. "It's a new season and we have got to train harder this year. We are going to win that Quidditch cup if it's the last thing I do." Harry was surprised at how much he sounded like Oliver Wood. "So let's get out there and play hard to win!"
The team whooped and exited the changing rooms.
The wind whipped at Harry's hair as he blew the whistle and pushed off from the ground. He flew high over the heads of his teammates watching their progress. It was too dark and windy to use the Snitch so Harry had decided just to supervise the team and check their progress.
Ginny shot the Quaffle straight for the left goal post and Ron sped over and caught just as it was about to fall through. He tossed back to the Chasers who were darting in and out of each other and the one Bludger they were using.
Harry watched as Andrew Kirke hit the Bludger right at Collin who swerved to miss it just in time. The Bludger went zooming towards Harry and he ducked so that it wouldn't hit his head.
"Sorry, Harry!" Jack called out, but his voice was somewhat muffled in the wind.
It was starting to rain; the Quaffle was thrown back and forth as Harry darted across the field shouting things at the team.
"Watch the Quaffle, Ron! No, no, Kirke use more force. You want to knock the Slytherins out now just tap them on the head! Left Ginny, left!"
The team practiced harder than Harry had ever seen them practice before. He relaxed for a moment and let his eyes wonder to the stands below.
Harry jumped. Sitting in the stands staring right up at him with her dark, hollow eyes was Rhonda Garrison. Harry tried to turn away, but found that he was stuck in her gaze. Even with the rain beating hard her face was clear in his eyes. His heart beat faster and still Rhonda did not turn away from him. She held the gaze as though her life depended on it.
Harry found himself thinking things that he wouldn't have normally thought about at a time like this. It was as though a movie reel was playing in his head. He saw Sirius' limp form vanish behind the veil in the Department of Mysteries, saw himself rushing to Hermione's side when she had been cursed by the silenced Death Eater, saw Voldemort rising from the bubbling cauldron, Cedrics's dead body. Then the memories started to flash by faster. He saw Hagrid being stunned by Professor Umbridge, his hand bleeding 'I must not tell lies', the Dementors gliding at him and Hermione as Harry anxiously tried to produce a Patronus, Ron lying on the ground after he had been defeated by the Queen in their giant chess match.
Then the memories changed. Suddenly he was seeing good memories. He saw his parents in the Mirror of Erised, saw himself being hugged by his team mates when they won the Quidditch cup in 3rd year, Cho kissing him under the mistletoe, Ron being carried high on all the Gryffindor students shoulders singing "Weasley is our King, winning the House Cup in 1st year, Ron, Fred, George all saving him from his bedroom in his 2nd year.
Then something odd happened. He saw Hermione stand on tiptoe and kiss Ron on the cheek right before their Quidditch game in 5th year. The image froze and stayed that way for a moment. Then Harry felt himself losing power. It seemed like he was falling into nothingness. He fell faster and faster and then finally he stopped falling and his mind went blank.
A/N: I just LOVE leaving my readers on the edge of their seats! Mua-hahahaha! Ok I now this chappie is REALLY short but all the more reason for you guys to review so I can get the next one up, eh?
Cheese Diva: Thanx for being a constant reviewer. You rock!
Penelope Rich: Thanx for pointing that out for me! I'll spell Viktor correct from now on and as to the Care of Magical Creatures Lessons I don't think that'll come up again, but thnax for letting me know of my mistake. Here's the next chappie for you and thanx for being so observant!
dede: I like Sarah too she's so cool!
Lily106: Well here you go! Here's some more!
tiffiany-45: Thank you so much! Your review brightened up my day so much! Thank you for taking the time to actually pay attention to a girls dream. LOL you are awesome PLEASE review again!
Natalie Potter731: I dunno...I still think...:)
Icebreaker20037: I hope you like the next chappie too! Don't worry R/H WILL become a factor soon, I couldn't write a fic without them in it!
Chapter 6: Rhonda's Eyes
Weeks went by and nothing new happened. Ron was much better company now that he knew the Hermione and Krum weren't going out and Hermione seemed to enjoy it as much as Harry did. The summer season had quickly melted away; autumn was upon them. For many of the 7th years this meant that it was time to get down to business and study, for Harry and Ron it meant Quidditch practice.
Harry had been made Quidditch captain after Angelina had left and he was already overwhelmed. It was hard enough trying to stay on top of his busy schedule and keep the Quidditch team in top shape.
It was a harsh, cold November morning and Harry sat at the Gryffindor table eating what breakfast his stomach could handle. He was feeling a bit sick now because of everything he had to do.
"Harry, are you feeling all right?" Hermione asked him as he played with his kippers. "You look ill."
"Yeah, sure I'm fine," Harry said trying with great difficulty to drink his orange juice.
Ron looked at him as those checking him over.
"She's right, mate. You don't look to good," he said wrinkling up his nose.
"Just preoccupied, I guess." Harry looked around the Great Hall in need of something to interest him that wasn't food and his eyes fell on the girl who had just walked in the door.
It was Rhonda and as Harry looked at her he felt his scar twinge slightly. Suddenly her head turned towards him and stared straight into his eyes. They were like hollow masses of darkness, sucking him towards her. She seemed to have no life within her and she seemed to never have been happy. Almost like a robot obeying a hidden master, she walked around never uttering a word, but always there.
Her head snapped away from him and she turned to sit alone at the end of the table all by herself.
"That is very sad," Hermione said, noticing Harry staring at Rhonda. "She has no friends. Maybe we should go cheer her up."
"No!" Ron and Harry said together.
Harry had forgotten that he had only told Ron about the way Rhonda had made him feel the night of the sorting ceremony. He hadn't wanted to worry her and had forgotten to mention it at all.
Hermione looked shocked at the reaction of the two boys.
"That isn't very kind," she said indignantly. "I would've expected more from you Harry. You're always nice to everyone. And Ron you're Head Boy! You are supposed to show compassion to those who are unfortunate!"
"Hermione!" Harry said anxiously. "It isn't that we're being mean it's that-"
"I think both of you are being very mean!" she huffed. "I have half a mind to march over to her myself and say hi. In fact," she began to stand up. "I think I will."
Ron grabbed Hermione's wrist and forced her back down in her seat.
"Hermione, listen to Harry! There's something you don't know."
Hermione, who looked surprised that Ron had pulled her back down next to him, sat staring fixedly at Harry, waiting for him to speak.
"Hermione," Harry said taking a deep breath, "The night she got sorted she looked at me funny and my scar flared up with more pain then I felt since last year when I saw Voldemort again. I don't think she's right."
Hermione stared at him and slumped in her seat.
"Well," she said composing herself slightly. "You felt pain in your scar when Professor Umbridge touched you in 5th year and she wasn't working for Voldemort."
"Trust me, Hermione she's weird. She has these eyes that sort of…I don't now it's hard to explain. I just don't have a good feeling about her. Please stay away from her!"
"Listen to him, Hermione," Ron said nervously. "We don't want something to happen to any of us."
Hermione looked at both of them as if trying to read them further.
"All right, I'll take your word for it, Harry," she said picking up her bag and standing up.
"Where are you going?" Ron called after her.
"I've got to go do some extra homework," she called back. "See you guys later."
Harry and Ron finished up their breakfast and headed out to the Quidditch field for practice. The sky was a harsh gray and covered in billowing clouds. The wind was cold and like thousands of tiny needles pricking their faces as they trudged through the grounds to the changing rooms.
When they got there the rest of the team had already arrived. The whole team now consisted of Harry as captain and back again as Seeker, Ron playing Keeper, Ginny as one of the three Chasers, the other two were Dennis and Collin Creevey and the two Beaters were Andrew Kirke and Jack Slopper who had significantly improved since Harry's 5th year.
"Ok, everyone," Harry said when everyone had dressed and were waiting for him to speak. "It's a new season and we have got to train harder this year. We are going to win that Quidditch cup if it's the last thing I do." Harry was surprised at how much he sounded like Oliver Wood. "So let's get out there and play hard to win!"
The team whooped and exited the changing rooms.
The wind whipped at Harry's hair as he blew the whistle and pushed off from the ground. He flew high over the heads of his teammates watching their progress. It was too dark and windy to use the Snitch so Harry had decided just to supervise the team and check their progress.
Ginny shot the Quaffle straight for the left goal post and Ron sped over and caught just as it was about to fall through. He tossed back to the Chasers who were darting in and out of each other and the one Bludger they were using.
Harry watched as Andrew Kirke hit the Bludger right at Collin who swerved to miss it just in time. The Bludger went zooming towards Harry and he ducked so that it wouldn't hit his head.
"Sorry, Harry!" Jack called out, but his voice was somewhat muffled in the wind.
It was starting to rain; the Quaffle was thrown back and forth as Harry darted across the field shouting things at the team.
"Watch the Quaffle, Ron! No, no, Kirke use more force. You want to knock the Slytherins out now just tap them on the head! Left Ginny, left!"
The team practiced harder than Harry had ever seen them practice before. He relaxed for a moment and let his eyes wonder to the stands below.
Harry jumped. Sitting in the stands staring right up at him with her dark, hollow eyes was Rhonda Garrison. Harry tried to turn away, but found that he was stuck in her gaze. Even with the rain beating hard her face was clear in his eyes. His heart beat faster and still Rhonda did not turn away from him. She held the gaze as though her life depended on it.
Harry found himself thinking things that he wouldn't have normally thought about at a time like this. It was as though a movie reel was playing in his head. He saw Sirius' limp form vanish behind the veil in the Department of Mysteries, saw himself rushing to Hermione's side when she had been cursed by the silenced Death Eater, saw Voldemort rising from the bubbling cauldron, Cedrics's dead body. Then the memories started to flash by faster. He saw Hagrid being stunned by Professor Umbridge, his hand bleeding 'I must not tell lies', the Dementors gliding at him and Hermione as Harry anxiously tried to produce a Patronus, Ron lying on the ground after he had been defeated by the Queen in their giant chess match.
Then the memories changed. Suddenly he was seeing good memories. He saw his parents in the Mirror of Erised, saw himself being hugged by his team mates when they won the Quidditch cup in 3rd year, Cho kissing him under the mistletoe, Ron being carried high on all the Gryffindor students shoulders singing "Weasley is our King, winning the House Cup in 1st year, Ron, Fred, George all saving him from his bedroom in his 2nd year.
Then something odd happened. He saw Hermione stand on tiptoe and kiss Ron on the cheek right before their Quidditch game in 5th year. The image froze and stayed that way for a moment. Then Harry felt himself losing power. It seemed like he was falling into nothingness. He fell faster and faster and then finally he stopped falling and his mind went blank.
A/N: I just LOVE leaving my readers on the edge of their seats! Mua-hahahaha! Ok I now this chappie is REALLY short but all the more reason for you guys to review so I can get the next one up, eh?