Authors Note: I do not take credit for anything but the plot! This is my
very first fan fic so please Read and Review! Let me know if I should
bother continuing it : )
Thank you!
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"I love you" he said, as he took her hand. His eyes were shaking, but they glowed with sincerity. They had been through so much.
After Lord Voldemort had regained power, the wizarding world had gone haywire. There was no control anymore. The risk of their world becoming exposed to muggles was slowly growing, as more and more attacks occurred. Voldemort and the Death eaters had become more powerful than ever before. Dumbledore was the only wizard that Voldemort still feared, and he remained here at the school.
Here at Hogwarts was their only sanctuary. Over the past few summers they had lost many students, but any that remained would return each fall. The guardians of each student knew that school was much safer than home.
As a friend had once told Harry, no pureblood family existed anymore. Everyone had muggle blood in them, making them all targets. Harry himself had seen the last pureblood wizard die in his fourth year.
Voldemort's mission no longer made sense to Harry, and he tried to forget the pain in the world whenever he was here at Hogwarts. Here he could try to ignore the things he had been though and the horrible losses he had witnessed. The families of his classmates were dropping like flies around him. It seemed that everyday a student was called to Dumbledore's office only to receive devastating news. In this way, Harry often felt lucky. He had nothing to lose.
The only people in the wizarding world that Harry truly cared for were right here at school with him. Of course, Harry had the members of the Order, but they had no time for visits. Owls were their only means of communication, and sometimes Harry needed more than that.
He longed to see the familiar faces of Lupin or Tonks again, and he counted down the days until Christmas when he might once more visit the burrow.
Harry sometimes had dreams that things had changed: He was living with Lupin, a life filled with laughter and joy. Friends surrounded him and had become his family. Sometimes Sirius was even there as a ghost, and he co-existed delightfully with them all.
But these dreams were nightmares to Harry. They tortured him with the thought that they were so distant from reality. How could things ever be so cheerful again?
Harry had grown to admire Lupin nearly as much as he had once admired Sirius, but he was now fighting against Voldemort's people and trying to bring this war to an end. He didn't even have time for owls.
It was during times like these that Harry felt the most alone. His friends had helped him through the rougher moments recurrently, but they were often busy leading their own lives.
It was a time when he had felt incredibly lost; the day he had really noticed the girl that sat across from him today. She was gorgeous, kind, passionate, and perfect. Completely and entirely perfect.
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"So she actually said Ron was going to die?" exclaimed Hermione with extreme disgust. Harry and Ron were recounting Trelawny's most recent predictions. Ever since Hermione had dropped out of the class in their third year, they always tried to provide her with the most amusing parts of their time in the tower. "Will she ever give up on you two!? She said Harry would die a long time ago, and he's certainly still alive!"
"Oh come off it Hermione! It's hilarious! The old bat and Firenze are always disagreeing too. Great fun to watch really." Ron said, grinning. "You don't have to get so worked up about it. We know we aren't going to die anytime soon, so it's funny! Does that word mean anything to you?" Hermione glared at him as she set down her fork.
"Well I know you think it's funny Ron. You think everything's a joke! All I'm trying to say is that a teacher who is constantly telling her students that they will die should not be employed as a teacher in this school! Especially during times like these! Normal students might become terrified! "
"Are you implying that Harry and I are not normal students?" argued Ron.
"Could you pass the potatoes?" interrupted Harry. Lately it felt as though he was in the middle of a never ending battle between Hermione and Ron. It seemed like they just couldn't manage to get along anymore.
"Don't you agree Harry? She could be seriously frightening some of the younger students. Not everyone is as brave as you. They might believe her!" Hermione insisted as she passed him the bowl of mashed potatoes.
"Be carefull what you say to that Harry. We wouldn't want her starting up anymore organizations. The next one could be S.U.A.F.T! Students United Against Frightening Teachers!" Ron chuckled to himself. Harry couldn't help but crack a smile. Despite everything that was wrong in the world, Ron never seemed to lose his sense of humour.
Harry looked at the bowl of potatoes, then quickly changed his mind. "I think I'm going to go to bed early. I didn't get much sleep last night. Weird dreams again." he muttered. "I'll see you two tomorrow".
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"You look dreadful Mr.Potter!" the fat lady exclaimed as Harry approached her. "Oh.erm.thanks." Harry murmured uncomfortably. "Gibbity jibbity". The portrait hole swung open, and he crawled through.
The common room was empty other than a few boys playing chess beside the fire and a small red haired girl sitting in the corner reading a book. Ginny Weasley was often here alone in the evenings. Harry sometimes wondered if Hermione had influenced her too much. Ginny seemed to have developed a new adoration for the school library. She looked up as Harry entered the room.
"Hello Ginny" he called kindly to her.
"Hiya Harry. All right?" she replied warmly.
"Just a little tired. What are you reading?" he asked as he walked over to join her on the common room couch. She held up the book so that he could see the words 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' printed on the front cover.
"What are you reading that for?" he asked.
"Well, I've finished Hogwarts: a History, as well as 'Old and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charms' so I thought I'd try something new." she shrugged. "Hermione recommended them to me. I don't really have much else to do. Most of my old friends aren't really around anymore. Besides, I quite like reading." She said as she returned her glance to a page in the book.
Harry could not imagine being at Hogwarts without his friends. Poor Ginny. Her closest mates had stopped coming to the school only this year. Although Ron and Hermione bickered endlessly, Harry was grateful for their presence.
"Gin?" Harry said in a subdued voice, as she glanced back up at him.
"Yes Harry?" she replied.
"You're always welcome to hang out with us you know. We'd all enjoy your company. I know Neville and Luna have gone home for Halloween, but that doesn't mean you have to temporarily hide" he said.
"Oh Harry! I didn't stop hanging out with you just because Neville and Luna aren't around!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Oh" said Harry embarrassedly. "I was afraid maybe you thought you were only welcome if they were around too.or something" he trailed off.
"I know I'm welcome" said Ginny smiling sweetly. "To be completely honest with you, I was kind of avoiding the great hall because of Charlie. He didn't take our break up very well, and I didn't want to deal with any more apologies and crying. He was really becoming a rather large nuisance." she concluded.
"You broke up!?" Harry exclaimed, sounding far more shocked than he intended to. Charlie had been Ginny's recent Hufflepuff boyfriend. He was a seventh year like Harry who was known to be a bit of a wimp.
"Oh yes. I thought you knew?" said Ginny calmly. "We just weren't right for each other. Not at all. Plus, I really couldn't take any more complaining. He really is a wimp you know". She turned a page in her book.
Harry smiled jovially, completely disregarding the fact that he had been terribly grumpy minutes ago. He couldn't explain his sensation of relief, but in that moment he found himself truly appreciating the beauty of the common room.
They sat in silence for a few moments until Ron and Hermione entered the room, still undoubtedly arguing. Hermione turned straight up the stairs to the girl's dormitory with a quick good night wave to Harry and Ginny, completely ignoring Ron's existence.
"I'm heading to bed" said Ron sharply.
"I'm coming too" said Harry. With a quick goodnight to Ginny, he followed Ron up the stairs, still smiling uncontrollably.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Ron curiously as he noticed the grin on Harry's face. "I thought you were mad at us?"
"Huh?" said Harry, snapping suddenly out of his trance. "Oh that. Well, don't worry about it. Night!" he said jumping under his covers.
For the first night in weeks, Harry drifted into a peaceful and soothing sleep.
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"I love you" he said, as he took her hand. His eyes were shaking, but they glowed with sincerity. They had been through so much.
After Lord Voldemort had regained power, the wizarding world had gone haywire. There was no control anymore. The risk of their world becoming exposed to muggles was slowly growing, as more and more attacks occurred. Voldemort and the Death eaters had become more powerful than ever before. Dumbledore was the only wizard that Voldemort still feared, and he remained here at the school.
Here at Hogwarts was their only sanctuary. Over the past few summers they had lost many students, but any that remained would return each fall. The guardians of each student knew that school was much safer than home.
As a friend had once told Harry, no pureblood family existed anymore. Everyone had muggle blood in them, making them all targets. Harry himself had seen the last pureblood wizard die in his fourth year.
Voldemort's mission no longer made sense to Harry, and he tried to forget the pain in the world whenever he was here at Hogwarts. Here he could try to ignore the things he had been though and the horrible losses he had witnessed. The families of his classmates were dropping like flies around him. It seemed that everyday a student was called to Dumbledore's office only to receive devastating news. In this way, Harry often felt lucky. He had nothing to lose.
The only people in the wizarding world that Harry truly cared for were right here at school with him. Of course, Harry had the members of the Order, but they had no time for visits. Owls were their only means of communication, and sometimes Harry needed more than that.
He longed to see the familiar faces of Lupin or Tonks again, and he counted down the days until Christmas when he might once more visit the burrow.
Harry sometimes had dreams that things had changed: He was living with Lupin, a life filled with laughter and joy. Friends surrounded him and had become his family. Sometimes Sirius was even there as a ghost, and he co-existed delightfully with them all.
But these dreams were nightmares to Harry. They tortured him with the thought that they were so distant from reality. How could things ever be so cheerful again?
Harry had grown to admire Lupin nearly as much as he had once admired Sirius, but he was now fighting against Voldemort's people and trying to bring this war to an end. He didn't even have time for owls.
It was during times like these that Harry felt the most alone. His friends had helped him through the rougher moments recurrently, but they were often busy leading their own lives.
It was a time when he had felt incredibly lost; the day he had really noticed the girl that sat across from him today. She was gorgeous, kind, passionate, and perfect. Completely and entirely perfect.
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"So she actually said Ron was going to die?" exclaimed Hermione with extreme disgust. Harry and Ron were recounting Trelawny's most recent predictions. Ever since Hermione had dropped out of the class in their third year, they always tried to provide her with the most amusing parts of their time in the tower. "Will she ever give up on you two!? She said Harry would die a long time ago, and he's certainly still alive!"
"Oh come off it Hermione! It's hilarious! The old bat and Firenze are always disagreeing too. Great fun to watch really." Ron said, grinning. "You don't have to get so worked up about it. We know we aren't going to die anytime soon, so it's funny! Does that word mean anything to you?" Hermione glared at him as she set down her fork.
"Well I know you think it's funny Ron. You think everything's a joke! All I'm trying to say is that a teacher who is constantly telling her students that they will die should not be employed as a teacher in this school! Especially during times like these! Normal students might become terrified! "
"Are you implying that Harry and I are not normal students?" argued Ron.
"Could you pass the potatoes?" interrupted Harry. Lately it felt as though he was in the middle of a never ending battle between Hermione and Ron. It seemed like they just couldn't manage to get along anymore.
"Don't you agree Harry? She could be seriously frightening some of the younger students. Not everyone is as brave as you. They might believe her!" Hermione insisted as she passed him the bowl of mashed potatoes.
"Be carefull what you say to that Harry. We wouldn't want her starting up anymore organizations. The next one could be S.U.A.F.T! Students United Against Frightening Teachers!" Ron chuckled to himself. Harry couldn't help but crack a smile. Despite everything that was wrong in the world, Ron never seemed to lose his sense of humour.
Harry looked at the bowl of potatoes, then quickly changed his mind. "I think I'm going to go to bed early. I didn't get much sleep last night. Weird dreams again." he muttered. "I'll see you two tomorrow".
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"You look dreadful Mr.Potter!" the fat lady exclaimed as Harry approached her. "Oh.erm.thanks." Harry murmured uncomfortably. "Gibbity jibbity". The portrait hole swung open, and he crawled through.
The common room was empty other than a few boys playing chess beside the fire and a small red haired girl sitting in the corner reading a book. Ginny Weasley was often here alone in the evenings. Harry sometimes wondered if Hermione had influenced her too much. Ginny seemed to have developed a new adoration for the school library. She looked up as Harry entered the room.
"Hello Ginny" he called kindly to her.
"Hiya Harry. All right?" she replied warmly.
"Just a little tired. What are you reading?" he asked as he walked over to join her on the common room couch. She held up the book so that he could see the words 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' printed on the front cover.
"What are you reading that for?" he asked.
"Well, I've finished Hogwarts: a History, as well as 'Old and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charms' so I thought I'd try something new." she shrugged. "Hermione recommended them to me. I don't really have much else to do. Most of my old friends aren't really around anymore. Besides, I quite like reading." She said as she returned her glance to a page in the book.
Harry could not imagine being at Hogwarts without his friends. Poor Ginny. Her closest mates had stopped coming to the school only this year. Although Ron and Hermione bickered endlessly, Harry was grateful for their presence.
"Gin?" Harry said in a subdued voice, as she glanced back up at him.
"Yes Harry?" she replied.
"You're always welcome to hang out with us you know. We'd all enjoy your company. I know Neville and Luna have gone home for Halloween, but that doesn't mean you have to temporarily hide" he said.
"Oh Harry! I didn't stop hanging out with you just because Neville and Luna aren't around!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Oh" said Harry embarrassedly. "I was afraid maybe you thought you were only welcome if they were around too.or something" he trailed off.
"I know I'm welcome" said Ginny smiling sweetly. "To be completely honest with you, I was kind of avoiding the great hall because of Charlie. He didn't take our break up very well, and I didn't want to deal with any more apologies and crying. He was really becoming a rather large nuisance." she concluded.
"You broke up!?" Harry exclaimed, sounding far more shocked than he intended to. Charlie had been Ginny's recent Hufflepuff boyfriend. He was a seventh year like Harry who was known to be a bit of a wimp.
"Oh yes. I thought you knew?" said Ginny calmly. "We just weren't right for each other. Not at all. Plus, I really couldn't take any more complaining. He really is a wimp you know". She turned a page in her book.
Harry smiled jovially, completely disregarding the fact that he had been terribly grumpy minutes ago. He couldn't explain his sensation of relief, but in that moment he found himself truly appreciating the beauty of the common room.
They sat in silence for a few moments until Ron and Hermione entered the room, still undoubtedly arguing. Hermione turned straight up the stairs to the girl's dormitory with a quick good night wave to Harry and Ginny, completely ignoring Ron's existence.
"I'm heading to bed" said Ron sharply.
"I'm coming too" said Harry. With a quick goodnight to Ginny, he followed Ron up the stairs, still smiling uncontrollably.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Ron curiously as he noticed the grin on Harry's face. "I thought you were mad at us?"
"Huh?" said Harry, snapping suddenly out of his trance. "Oh that. Well, don't worry about it. Night!" he said jumping under his covers.
For the first night in weeks, Harry drifted into a peaceful and soothing sleep.