Whoa.it's kinda like describing someone really stoned.Not that I've ever
been. But it seems like he is.but he isn't.okay then.
Shorter than decent, but YOU LOVE ME ANYWAY RIGHT?!?!?!?!?!
Wrapping it up in this chappie. It was good to know you all.
Read my Sequel, Harry Potter and the Desired Loss
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A swirling of darkness, only audible from the blackening of the stars as life itself hovered near Harry, but he was too consumed with nothing to noticed.
A cold scream of absolute hate shattered the silence and curled up as Voldemort's mind turned into dust
Harry stood up, his bones quivering from the coldness of his aloneness He sluggered over to Ron's limb lifeless body. Kneeling down, He pressed his hands. No. Not his hands. His elements hands. The hands of Life. He pressed life against Ron, and opened his blank Mind. Re filling his mind with Ron, and a few shreds of Life, Harry stepped back, Finally able to see what Harry saw, Not what Ron, or Life saw.
Hermione stared out Dumbledore's window at the duel of elements below. She felt futile. She saw Ron fall. She held her breath. The decision was made. It wasn't Harry.
She saw Ron stand. She didn't understand. Ron and Harry limped, side by side, shaking, up the hill from the lake to the castle. Hermione flew from Dumbledore's office down the stairs to the main entrance.
"Harry!" Hermione called as she leaped down the last few steps and threw herself onto them. She hugged them both so hard she couldn't feel her arms. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"Ugh.Hermione.My arm.Its' broken." Ron grunted, whimpering.
Hermione pulled back and looked from one to the other, stamping her foot, looking seriously motherly.
"You guys! I was sitting alone in Dumbledore's office finding out that you were supposed to die. Don't EVER fight Voldemort again." She burst out, laughing with joy and hugging them both tight again.
Harry wavered, nearly collapsing, but sturdy hands caught him.
"It's aw-right Harry" Hagrid said, lifting Harry up. Harry began protesting the indignity of it. "Hush." Hagrid ordered. Harry fell asleep in Hagrid's arms as he was tucked into the bed reserved for him in hospital wing.
Harry awoke to the scent of flowers. He opened his eyes. Hermione was sitting on a stool beside his bed. He smiled lopsidedly at her over the rim of the blankets, which were tucked up to his chin.
Professor McDermott stood at the foot of his bed.
"Welcome back Harry, you little bastard." Hermione looked shocked, blinking at the teacher. "You have almost succeeded once again in killing yourself. And others around you. This kind of tomfoolery is not acceptable."
Harry shook his head, and looked at the ground.
"But we have taken into consideration that you have become a particularly perfectionist in the foolish behaviour department and have yet to make a drastic mistake. We are awarding Gryffindor 200 points for your brazen actions. Mr. Weasley gets 50 points for his endurance of extended pain. Miss Granger, forty points to Gryffindor for figuring out an intricate prophecy on her own."
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The days following Harry remained in the hospital, taking in assorted gifts and such. The day he returned home was not a happy one. He was not looking forwards to a long and stressed summer with the Dursleys.
"Cheer up Mate." Ron said. We'll have you bye my place." He assured harry.
"Us too Harry. You've never been round my house." Hermione said, nodding as Ron walked off.
Harry glanced around the station. People bustled by, too busy to notice a couple of kissing teenagers saying their last farewells.
"Have a good summer Hermione." Harry whispered, pulling away, his forehead pressing against hers. Things came so instinctively around Hermione
"You too Harry. Stay out of trouble." She said. "I'll Call."
"Best of Luck." Harry called as he walked away from Hermione towards a grumpy looking family of muggles, no doubt feeling out of place. He had no idea that it was the last time he would see Hermione.
Shorter than decent, but YOU LOVE ME ANYWAY RIGHT?!?!?!?!?!
Wrapping it up in this chappie. It was good to know you all.
Read my Sequel, Harry Potter and the Desired Loss
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A swirling of darkness, only audible from the blackening of the stars as life itself hovered near Harry, but he was too consumed with nothing to noticed.
A cold scream of absolute hate shattered the silence and curled up as Voldemort's mind turned into dust
Harry stood up, his bones quivering from the coldness of his aloneness He sluggered over to Ron's limb lifeless body. Kneeling down, He pressed his hands. No. Not his hands. His elements hands. The hands of Life. He pressed life against Ron, and opened his blank Mind. Re filling his mind with Ron, and a few shreds of Life, Harry stepped back, Finally able to see what Harry saw, Not what Ron, or Life saw.
Hermione stared out Dumbledore's window at the duel of elements below. She felt futile. She saw Ron fall. She held her breath. The decision was made. It wasn't Harry.
She saw Ron stand. She didn't understand. Ron and Harry limped, side by side, shaking, up the hill from the lake to the castle. Hermione flew from Dumbledore's office down the stairs to the main entrance.
"Harry!" Hermione called as she leaped down the last few steps and threw herself onto them. She hugged them both so hard she couldn't feel her arms. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"Ugh.Hermione.My arm.Its' broken." Ron grunted, whimpering.
Hermione pulled back and looked from one to the other, stamping her foot, looking seriously motherly.
"You guys! I was sitting alone in Dumbledore's office finding out that you were supposed to die. Don't EVER fight Voldemort again." She burst out, laughing with joy and hugging them both tight again.
Harry wavered, nearly collapsing, but sturdy hands caught him.
"It's aw-right Harry" Hagrid said, lifting Harry up. Harry began protesting the indignity of it. "Hush." Hagrid ordered. Harry fell asleep in Hagrid's arms as he was tucked into the bed reserved for him in hospital wing.
Harry awoke to the scent of flowers. He opened his eyes. Hermione was sitting on a stool beside his bed. He smiled lopsidedly at her over the rim of the blankets, which were tucked up to his chin.
Professor McDermott stood at the foot of his bed.
"Welcome back Harry, you little bastard." Hermione looked shocked, blinking at the teacher. "You have almost succeeded once again in killing yourself. And others around you. This kind of tomfoolery is not acceptable."
Harry shook his head, and looked at the ground.
"But we have taken into consideration that you have become a particularly perfectionist in the foolish behaviour department and have yet to make a drastic mistake. We are awarding Gryffindor 200 points for your brazen actions. Mr. Weasley gets 50 points for his endurance of extended pain. Miss Granger, forty points to Gryffindor for figuring out an intricate prophecy on her own."
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The days following Harry remained in the hospital, taking in assorted gifts and such. The day he returned home was not a happy one. He was not looking forwards to a long and stressed summer with the Dursleys.
"Cheer up Mate." Ron said. We'll have you bye my place." He assured harry.
"Us too Harry. You've never been round my house." Hermione said, nodding as Ron walked off.
Harry glanced around the station. People bustled by, too busy to notice a couple of kissing teenagers saying their last farewells.
"Have a good summer Hermione." Harry whispered, pulling away, his forehead pressing against hers. Things came so instinctively around Hermione
"You too Harry. Stay out of trouble." She said. "I'll Call."
"Best of Luck." Harry called as he walked away from Hermione towards a grumpy looking family of muggles, no doubt feeling out of place. He had no idea that it was the last time he would see Hermione.