Tee Hee.. Sorry about how terribly written the last chappie was eh? I just
needed to get it going once again. I keep losing my inspiration. *sigh*
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Th next morning, Charms and Herbology crept by slower than half of a wounded Nibbler could. Potions was hell. Like always. Harry sat at the back, furtively trying not to kill himself while passing his NEWT potions course. Divination was after lunch.
Harry walked nervously up to the north tower. Ron chatted with him, trying obviously to steer clear of the prophecy spoken the day before. Harry's mind was nestled on it though. It was like a thorn, digging into his mind. It wouldn't leave him be. He had memorized it and quoted it to himself all the night before. He didn't know what to do about it. He couldn't talk to Hermione, though no doubt she knew of the prophecy by now. It had spread through the school like wild fire. He hadn't met her gaze all morning. They didn't speak. Ron didn't notice. Every time they brushed against each other in potions or charms, an instant blush rose on both their cheeks. No matter how Harry tried, he couldn't justify himself to her. 'Damnit' Harry cursed himself. If only he hadn't read her mind. They had been supposed to be reading emotions. Harry pressed his palm to his forehead as he settled down into his pillow next to Ron, his elbow on the table before him.
Proffessor Trelawney greeted the classroom with her eerie, blinking stare, as usual. In Fact, she seemed to have forgotten that last night she told a prophecy, them all to witness. "Now that we have all learned what is required to invoke water. Tell me. Who has any of them?" She asked her class, her voice light and feathery.
No one raised their hands. Everyone turned to look at Harry. Harry admired his shoes as his cheeks reddened. They knew he had slain ' a horror that feeds on humanity' three times over: Voldemort.
Finally, with everyone watching, and feeling much like guinea pig at the scientists lab, Harry raised his hand. Trelawney looks satisfied with one person. "I warned you none would be able to invoke. No doubt yours is the Dark Lord slaying one?" She asked. Harry nodded solemnly.
"Have you ever been betrayed Harry? Not necessarily anything large. But felt a sense of betrayal in you?" When Harry didn't answer she continued. "The world know of your actions Mr. Potter. But no one knows of your emotions. Where you betrayed? By a trusted person?"
"Sod Off!" Harry yelled, slamming his fist into the table. "You weaselling strumpet. Just. Sod. Off. I have not been betrayed. I will not invoke water. I'm just like the rest of them." He waved his hands around the classroom before, for the second times and surely not the last times this year stormed from divination class as the bell rang anyway.
Harry, once again fuming entered DDA and positioned himself far from Ron. Hermione sat between them. Harry could hear Hermione and Ron hurriedly whispering about the passings of Divination. Hermione stole a startled glance at Harry as Proffessor McDermott entered the classroom.
"Pair up. No dither dather. We are starting again. I want more of you to be able to read emotions today you've had a week." Her eyes widened as she spotted Harry.
"Mr. Potter!" She greeted him in a her friendly drawl. Harry nodded, hoping she wouldn't make a big deal of anything with him. "I need you to teach Hermione to read your emotions, and possibly your mind. She seems the only one here with the potential." She nodded, smiling. Harry's shoulders stiffened. With the prophecy fresh on his mind, Harry didn't want Hermione any where near his thoughts.
Standing, like the rest of the class, scattered in pair across the room, with the desks pressed against the walls, Harry told Hermione to try, without his help. He let himself drift from his body, so he could watch her struggle to loosen her mind. He didn't understand what would stop her from shedding her body like he had. He needed just think of the freedom his mind had when his left Harry behind. Forgot who Harry was. With a quick decision, Harry drifted to Hermione, the blue column, signing for him to join it, to swim with it. The swirling, coursing vortex of blue liquid life was so calm, and so peaceful. Harry's mind ached with the withdrawal he felt from Hermione's mind.
Tentively, Harry opened her mind. He nearly lost himself and slid into her magic. Her mind. He caught himself in time. He was lost in nothingness. Harry was behind him, Forgotten. Hermione was before him, lost in her own mind. Harry had freed her. She had joined him in the air a small ray of her blue light. Harry couldn't see himself. He had no notion of his colour. His mind collided with Hermione's in mid air. He wondered what his body was doing below. No wait, Hermione wondered what her body was doing below. Harry wondered what colour he was. They were melded together. Harry had no idea what to do. Hermione couldn't be doing this. It was Harry. She couldn't. He let what happen, what wasn't meant to be. He let her mind go.
Harry jerked away, vaguely away that he was drawing back to his body, which was convulsing on the floor below. He didn't want to return. He wanted to stay free. Why should he return? There was no reason.
He felt alone for the first time. Drifting towards his body, Hermione's mind seemed to be approaching him though, it's shimmering blue entered his thoughts at the same time he did. The timing was perfect. Had she not been there that exact moment Harry opened his thoughts 0t let himself in, She would have failed. Once again. Harry let happen what wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to master telepathy was Harry's final thought as shiver ran up his back. He remembered who Harry was. He remember himself. He lay still on the floor, feeling crowded with Hermione in his mind,. He couldn't see. Or rather he could see. But what he saw disturbed him.
He saw pictures of Quirrel. His fingers wrapped around Harry's throat, a wicked glint of insanity in his eyes. Words echoed in his mind. He knew Hermione heard then as well. "Thrice betrayed, By Mentor." The words ebbed as a new images flashed into their minds. Dumbledore. The final night of the fifth year. Telling Harry the truth about the prophecy. Again words spoke, quietly, whispering, almost reassuring Harry of the reality of the prophecies existence. "By elder Father." They stopped again. Harry wanted nothing more than to out cast Hermione from his mind. He didn't want to see this. He wanted to believe it never happened. He wanted to believe the prophecy was false. He had spent long hours doing nothing but consider the meaning of the prophecy. He thought he had it concluded. "By black friend." The words were cold this time. Stripping Harry of his happiness like a dementor. He went cold as Hermione and He both saw Sirius die. Again.and Again.and Again.
"Hope lost. Thrice hope lost." The voice repeated as Harry saw his mother. Then his Father. Then Sirius, all fading away. He longed to cry out for them, to tell them to return. He couldn't live without them. He needed them. His hope. He needed hope. "Invoked the three." Harry sensed this had not happened. He didn't know how, but the feeling of his mind and Hermione's swimming in his thoughts became distant. He was seeing the future.
Red ribbons of Magic coiled around Harry, shortly after joined with blue. The magical electricity coursed around him, white threads joining it. Harry was screaming on the ground. He could feel the pain as if he was there. As if it had already passed. His skin was glowing with the three conjoined colours as a voice in the background, unmistakably Trelawney's whispered incantations. Harry knew what was happening. He was invoking the three. Fire water and wind.
A sharp slam of red shimmer ripped Hermione from his mind. Ripped Harry from his mind, but yanked him back, giving him a splitting headache. He couldn't move. He was Harry again. Not Hermione and Harry. Just Harry.
Proffessor McDermott stood over him, yelling completely in audible things. He couldn't hear. His headache was to strong. His cheek was wet. From drool or tears he didn't know. His body hurt. Everywhere hurt. Everything Hurt.
McDermott was settled beside him, Her fingers on his temple. His head ache began to resign, slowly creeping out of his split thoughts.
"Harry. I told you to teach her, to jolt her from her mind." Harry nodded, sitting up by himself. Inky tendrils of black closed in on him as his vision faded. "Don't sit up you moron!" McDermott cursed. "Get him to the hospital wing!" She yelled, grabbing Harry's ankles while Someone, Harry couldn't tell who, grabbed wrists and another helped support his weight. "Second Time for Potter, and Once for Ms. Granger. In Two Classes." McDermott cursed herself.
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Th next morning, Charms and Herbology crept by slower than half of a wounded Nibbler could. Potions was hell. Like always. Harry sat at the back, furtively trying not to kill himself while passing his NEWT potions course. Divination was after lunch.
Harry walked nervously up to the north tower. Ron chatted with him, trying obviously to steer clear of the prophecy spoken the day before. Harry's mind was nestled on it though. It was like a thorn, digging into his mind. It wouldn't leave him be. He had memorized it and quoted it to himself all the night before. He didn't know what to do about it. He couldn't talk to Hermione, though no doubt she knew of the prophecy by now. It had spread through the school like wild fire. He hadn't met her gaze all morning. They didn't speak. Ron didn't notice. Every time they brushed against each other in potions or charms, an instant blush rose on both their cheeks. No matter how Harry tried, he couldn't justify himself to her. 'Damnit' Harry cursed himself. If only he hadn't read her mind. They had been supposed to be reading emotions. Harry pressed his palm to his forehead as he settled down into his pillow next to Ron, his elbow on the table before him.
Proffessor Trelawney greeted the classroom with her eerie, blinking stare, as usual. In Fact, she seemed to have forgotten that last night she told a prophecy, them all to witness. "Now that we have all learned what is required to invoke water. Tell me. Who has any of them?" She asked her class, her voice light and feathery.
No one raised their hands. Everyone turned to look at Harry. Harry admired his shoes as his cheeks reddened. They knew he had slain ' a horror that feeds on humanity' three times over: Voldemort.
Finally, with everyone watching, and feeling much like guinea pig at the scientists lab, Harry raised his hand. Trelawney looks satisfied with one person. "I warned you none would be able to invoke. No doubt yours is the Dark Lord slaying one?" She asked. Harry nodded solemnly.
"Have you ever been betrayed Harry? Not necessarily anything large. But felt a sense of betrayal in you?" When Harry didn't answer she continued. "The world know of your actions Mr. Potter. But no one knows of your emotions. Where you betrayed? By a trusted person?"
"Sod Off!" Harry yelled, slamming his fist into the table. "You weaselling strumpet. Just. Sod. Off. I have not been betrayed. I will not invoke water. I'm just like the rest of them." He waved his hands around the classroom before, for the second times and surely not the last times this year stormed from divination class as the bell rang anyway.
Harry, once again fuming entered DDA and positioned himself far from Ron. Hermione sat between them. Harry could hear Hermione and Ron hurriedly whispering about the passings of Divination. Hermione stole a startled glance at Harry as Proffessor McDermott entered the classroom.
"Pair up. No dither dather. We are starting again. I want more of you to be able to read emotions today you've had a week." Her eyes widened as she spotted Harry.
"Mr. Potter!" She greeted him in a her friendly drawl. Harry nodded, hoping she wouldn't make a big deal of anything with him. "I need you to teach Hermione to read your emotions, and possibly your mind. She seems the only one here with the potential." She nodded, smiling. Harry's shoulders stiffened. With the prophecy fresh on his mind, Harry didn't want Hermione any where near his thoughts.
Standing, like the rest of the class, scattered in pair across the room, with the desks pressed against the walls, Harry told Hermione to try, without his help. He let himself drift from his body, so he could watch her struggle to loosen her mind. He didn't understand what would stop her from shedding her body like he had. He needed just think of the freedom his mind had when his left Harry behind. Forgot who Harry was. With a quick decision, Harry drifted to Hermione, the blue column, signing for him to join it, to swim with it. The swirling, coursing vortex of blue liquid life was so calm, and so peaceful. Harry's mind ached with the withdrawal he felt from Hermione's mind.
Tentively, Harry opened her mind. He nearly lost himself and slid into her magic. Her mind. He caught himself in time. He was lost in nothingness. Harry was behind him, Forgotten. Hermione was before him, lost in her own mind. Harry had freed her. She had joined him in the air a small ray of her blue light. Harry couldn't see himself. He had no notion of his colour. His mind collided with Hermione's in mid air. He wondered what his body was doing below. No wait, Hermione wondered what her body was doing below. Harry wondered what colour he was. They were melded together. Harry had no idea what to do. Hermione couldn't be doing this. It was Harry. She couldn't. He let what happen, what wasn't meant to be. He let her mind go.
Harry jerked away, vaguely away that he was drawing back to his body, which was convulsing on the floor below. He didn't want to return. He wanted to stay free. Why should he return? There was no reason.
He felt alone for the first time. Drifting towards his body, Hermione's mind seemed to be approaching him though, it's shimmering blue entered his thoughts at the same time he did. The timing was perfect. Had she not been there that exact moment Harry opened his thoughts 0t let himself in, She would have failed. Once again. Harry let happen what wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to master telepathy was Harry's final thought as shiver ran up his back. He remembered who Harry was. He remember himself. He lay still on the floor, feeling crowded with Hermione in his mind,. He couldn't see. Or rather he could see. But what he saw disturbed him.
He saw pictures of Quirrel. His fingers wrapped around Harry's throat, a wicked glint of insanity in his eyes. Words echoed in his mind. He knew Hermione heard then as well. "Thrice betrayed, By Mentor." The words ebbed as a new images flashed into their minds. Dumbledore. The final night of the fifth year. Telling Harry the truth about the prophecy. Again words spoke, quietly, whispering, almost reassuring Harry of the reality of the prophecies existence. "By elder Father." They stopped again. Harry wanted nothing more than to out cast Hermione from his mind. He didn't want to see this. He wanted to believe it never happened. He wanted to believe the prophecy was false. He had spent long hours doing nothing but consider the meaning of the prophecy. He thought he had it concluded. "By black friend." The words were cold this time. Stripping Harry of his happiness like a dementor. He went cold as Hermione and He both saw Sirius die. Again.and Again.and Again.
"Hope lost. Thrice hope lost." The voice repeated as Harry saw his mother. Then his Father. Then Sirius, all fading away. He longed to cry out for them, to tell them to return. He couldn't live without them. He needed them. His hope. He needed hope. "Invoked the three." Harry sensed this had not happened. He didn't know how, but the feeling of his mind and Hermione's swimming in his thoughts became distant. He was seeing the future.
Red ribbons of Magic coiled around Harry, shortly after joined with blue. The magical electricity coursed around him, white threads joining it. Harry was screaming on the ground. He could feel the pain as if he was there. As if it had already passed. His skin was glowing with the three conjoined colours as a voice in the background, unmistakably Trelawney's whispered incantations. Harry knew what was happening. He was invoking the three. Fire water and wind.
A sharp slam of red shimmer ripped Hermione from his mind. Ripped Harry from his mind, but yanked him back, giving him a splitting headache. He couldn't move. He was Harry again. Not Hermione and Harry. Just Harry.
Proffessor McDermott stood over him, yelling completely in audible things. He couldn't hear. His headache was to strong. His cheek was wet. From drool or tears he didn't know. His body hurt. Everywhere hurt. Everything Hurt.
McDermott was settled beside him, Her fingers on his temple. His head ache began to resign, slowly creeping out of his split thoughts.
"Harry. I told you to teach her, to jolt her from her mind." Harry nodded, sitting up by himself. Inky tendrils of black closed in on him as his vision faded. "Don't sit up you moron!" McDermott cursed. "Get him to the hospital wing!" She yelled, grabbing Harry's ankles while Someone, Harry couldn't tell who, grabbed wrists and another helped support his weight. "Second Time for Potter, and Once for Ms. Granger. In Two Classes." McDermott cursed herself.