Authors Note: First off, I want to thank you all for all the feedback! I
have to say that I'm surprised anyone found this story. I didn't think
anyone would be interested, but your reviews proved otherwise!
I want to address some issues before I go to the next part. Someone mentioned that they didn't like how I said that I didn't know where I was going with the story. I agree that it's not the most encouraging statement to start a story with, but it's the truth. Of course I have ideas, but with the way that I write it changes with every part. I don't want to give people a summary when it could change. I will finish this story. The parts won't be coming out fast, I'm afraid, but they will come out. I'm a student so I have a ton of school work to deal with, not to mention a board that I mod and am highly devoted too so there are some days when I have no time at all to write. But I have honest intentions to finish this. Oh! And Harry hasn't gotten over his depression immediately...he's just more aware at the moment.
As for the signing reviews, I had no idea it was set like that! :D This is my first fic on this site, so I'm still trying to figure things out. Thanks for pointing that out though! I'm pretty sure that I fixed it. :)
And now...on to the thing that you actually care about...part five. ;) I hope you like it and feedback would be great!
----- I close my eyes
And see you there
It's never occurred to me before
And suddenly
My eyes are open
And so is another door
The past is there
But so are you
And you can guide me through
In this darkness
You're my light
In this mist
I'll fight the night.
The conversation was ended suddenly when the car jolted to a stop and Hermione was thrown into Harry's arms. Ron woke suddenly, and Harry's door opened as Mrs. Weasley dragged him out, forcing him to let go of Hermione.
"Oh Harry! I'm so happy that you're here!" she said, crushing him in a hug. Harry tried to say something, but all that was heard was a muffled groan. "I was so worried about you all summer long. The letters that you sent were just not reassuring in the least. I wanted you out of that household as soon as possible. Oh look at you," she said, finally giving Harry the chance to breath. "Have you eaten anything? You need some food. Come!"
Mrs. Weasley tugged on Harry's hand and started toward the kitchen in the Burrow. Harry, not knowing what to do, followed after her. He had been afraid of how Mrs. Weasley was going to react to him after all that had happened the year before, and she seemed to think that doting on him like a little child was going to be the best solution. She hadn't done anything yet, but Harry could sense that the summer was going to be filled with a lot of concern for his well-being. More so than usual.
Mrs. Weasley had already placed sandwiches on the table when Harry had entered and he sat down at the table. Behind him, Ron and Hermione came, along with Fred, George, and Ginny. The other members of the Order that had come with him were whispering hurriedly in the living room. For once, Harry had no desire to know what they were saying.
"Eat up! All of you now. Here you go Harry dear," Molly said, placing three sandwiches on Harry's plate. He said thank you to her, knowing that if he didn't accept the food it wouldn't be a pretty sight. Looking down at it, he realized that he was actually a bit hungry. Food hadn't been important to him in the last weeks, but all of a sudden the hunger came back to him with a vengeance.
Grabbing one of the sandwiches in front of him, Harry eagerly started eating and looked around the table, feeling a sudden burst of happiness that he was around people that loved him and that he loved. He knew that Remus was right. There were plenty of people that loved him. He sat quietly, eating slowly and looking at all the faces. Were they all in danger because of him? Would they still be in danger if he wasn't around? Would they still bother with the Order if Harry hadn't been so close wit them? The final question he thought that he knew the answer too. Harry didn't believe that any of them would sit back and do nothing as Voldemort gained power.
He couldn't help but worry that he was putting them in more danger than they already were. He had an urge to get up from the table and run. Run away from them all and go after Voldemort right then and there so that they wouldn't have to be put through any pain or trouble, but he knew that wasn't possible. He was no where near ready to face Voldemort in a fight to the death. Harry was sure that he would be the one to come out dead. Still, he didn't feel safe at the Burrow. He was a target. There were people constantly looking for him. Why was he sitting at a place filled with loved ones? He was better off at the Dursley's. At least the entire place wasn't filled with his loved ones.
Harry was about to open his mouth and tell them all that he was going back to the Dursley's for the rest of the summer and stay away from them all. His mouth snapped shut though when he caught Hermione's eyes. She had been silent too the entire lunch, but now she was looking at him as if she knew what she was thinking. The look that she gave him clearly said that she knew what Harry was planning and she wasn't going to let him do it. Harry slouched back in his chair, knowing that she knew him better than anyone and that she was right. He couldn't do it. No one would let him even if he wanted too. Harry wouldn't be surprised if a guard was appointed to him just to make sure that he didn't do anything stupid. He hadn't been the ideal example of smart choices in the past.
Lunch continued on, no one noticing the exchange between Harry and Hermione. No one, that is, except Ron who had noticed the glances that had been shared between Hermione and Harry but chose to shrug them off. Harry now seemed to be engrossed in hearing how Fred and George were doing with their business that they had begun the moment that they left Hogwarts. They had bought a small building in Diagon Alley and had just opened it the week before. Already their store was making a ton of business and Molly couldn't help but be proud of her two sons who she was convinced wouldn't make it. She seemed to have forgotten the fact that the twins had dropped out of school early and didn't care where the original money came from for the store.
When all was over, Harry snuck out the back door, hoping to get some time to himself. He had spent the last weeks in the seclusion in his room and in his mind the solitude became all there was. Now, the sudden integration into the real world was slowly beginning to pierce his control and he wasn't sure how much more he could take of being surrounded constantly. He gave Mrs. Weasley a reassuring smile as he ducked out and started walking in the fields behind the house. His hands were in his pockets, his head down, completely blocking out the world around him. Quiet. It was just the way that he liked it. All the noise that was a part of everyday life at the Burrow seemed to be something that he couldn't handle anymore. It was too hard. Too hard to pretend that he was normal and didn't have any problems, and too hard to keep everyone assured that he was fine when he really wasn't. He needed a break and he had only been there for a few hours.
Harry sighed stopping and collapsed on the grass. He lay backwards and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tried to level himself. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Normally, being at the Weasley's was the best time of his life and he couldn't wait to spend time with Ron and his family...and Hermione. Hermione. What had happened? Did she really say that she like liked him? Did he really say that he like liked her? What was wrong with him? There was no way that anything could happen between them. It was bad enough Voldemort knew that they were best friends, but if he knew that Harry loved Hermione? Well that was that.
Harry did a double take as he thought over his words. Love. Loved Hermione. He was loosing it. There was no way anything could work out!
"I won't let her get hurt," he whispered out loud.
"Well I hope that you're not going out just letting people get hurt Harry Potter."
Harry jumped up at the voice that was suddenly next to him. He knew the voice. He also should have known that Hermione wasn't just going to let him leave the Burrow like that and leave him alone. It would have been too easy.
"Herm-"
"I don't want to hear it Harry. I know what you're thinking, and we went over it before. My feelings for you aren't going to change, and I don't think that yours are going to change either. Don't you think that you could protect me better if you were closer to me?"
Harry blinked. The thought hadn't occurred to him before, but now that she mentioned it, it did make sense. The closer that he was to Hermione, the more that he would be able to do to help her because he would know what she was doing and where she was. He nodded to himself, seeing the logic. And then he smiled. The most real smile that had passed over his face since the world of the prophecy and Voldemort came crashing over him.
"Yea...yea, I guess that makes sense," Harry said, looking down into Hermione's eyes. He had finally gotten taller over the summer and it was amazing to be able to look down into Hermione's eyes and see them filled with emotion for him.
"Good Mr. Potter, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer," Hermione said, tears in her eyes. She had almost lost him again before she even had him.
"Shh....don't cry Hermione," Harry whispered, brushing away her tears. He looked at her lips, suddenly realizing that he could actually kiss her. He could, couldn't he? "Can I...can I kiss you Hermione?"
"You better," she sniffled, looking up at him.
Harry stared at her lips. It was so different than with Cho. He was nervous, but it was the nervous sense of anticipation rather than fear. And he was excited because he knew that nothing could go wrong with the kiss because it was him and Hermione. Slowly leaned in, he brushed his lips slightly against hers at first. Seeing that she didn't run away, he kissed her again, this time longer with more pressure. They stood there kissing for a few moments, quiet moans being the only sound that was heard. It was perfect. Too perfect.
----- Short part, I know. Sorry! But I had to break it off somewhere and I thought that there was a good part. Don't hurt me! ;) Next part should be out soon.
I want to address some issues before I go to the next part. Someone mentioned that they didn't like how I said that I didn't know where I was going with the story. I agree that it's not the most encouraging statement to start a story with, but it's the truth. Of course I have ideas, but with the way that I write it changes with every part. I don't want to give people a summary when it could change. I will finish this story. The parts won't be coming out fast, I'm afraid, but they will come out. I'm a student so I have a ton of school work to deal with, not to mention a board that I mod and am highly devoted too so there are some days when I have no time at all to write. But I have honest intentions to finish this. Oh! And Harry hasn't gotten over his depression immediately...he's just more aware at the moment.
As for the signing reviews, I had no idea it was set like that! :D This is my first fic on this site, so I'm still trying to figure things out. Thanks for pointing that out though! I'm pretty sure that I fixed it. :)
And now...on to the thing that you actually care about...part five. ;) I hope you like it and feedback would be great!
----- I close my eyes
And see you there
It's never occurred to me before
And suddenly
My eyes are open
And so is another door
The past is there
But so are you
And you can guide me through
In this darkness
You're my light
In this mist
I'll fight the night.
The conversation was ended suddenly when the car jolted to a stop and Hermione was thrown into Harry's arms. Ron woke suddenly, and Harry's door opened as Mrs. Weasley dragged him out, forcing him to let go of Hermione.
"Oh Harry! I'm so happy that you're here!" she said, crushing him in a hug. Harry tried to say something, but all that was heard was a muffled groan. "I was so worried about you all summer long. The letters that you sent were just not reassuring in the least. I wanted you out of that household as soon as possible. Oh look at you," she said, finally giving Harry the chance to breath. "Have you eaten anything? You need some food. Come!"
Mrs. Weasley tugged on Harry's hand and started toward the kitchen in the Burrow. Harry, not knowing what to do, followed after her. He had been afraid of how Mrs. Weasley was going to react to him after all that had happened the year before, and she seemed to think that doting on him like a little child was going to be the best solution. She hadn't done anything yet, but Harry could sense that the summer was going to be filled with a lot of concern for his well-being. More so than usual.
Mrs. Weasley had already placed sandwiches on the table when Harry had entered and he sat down at the table. Behind him, Ron and Hermione came, along with Fred, George, and Ginny. The other members of the Order that had come with him were whispering hurriedly in the living room. For once, Harry had no desire to know what they were saying.
"Eat up! All of you now. Here you go Harry dear," Molly said, placing three sandwiches on Harry's plate. He said thank you to her, knowing that if he didn't accept the food it wouldn't be a pretty sight. Looking down at it, he realized that he was actually a bit hungry. Food hadn't been important to him in the last weeks, but all of a sudden the hunger came back to him with a vengeance.
Grabbing one of the sandwiches in front of him, Harry eagerly started eating and looked around the table, feeling a sudden burst of happiness that he was around people that loved him and that he loved. He knew that Remus was right. There were plenty of people that loved him. He sat quietly, eating slowly and looking at all the faces. Were they all in danger because of him? Would they still be in danger if he wasn't around? Would they still bother with the Order if Harry hadn't been so close wit them? The final question he thought that he knew the answer too. Harry didn't believe that any of them would sit back and do nothing as Voldemort gained power.
He couldn't help but worry that he was putting them in more danger than they already were. He had an urge to get up from the table and run. Run away from them all and go after Voldemort right then and there so that they wouldn't have to be put through any pain or trouble, but he knew that wasn't possible. He was no where near ready to face Voldemort in a fight to the death. Harry was sure that he would be the one to come out dead. Still, he didn't feel safe at the Burrow. He was a target. There were people constantly looking for him. Why was he sitting at a place filled with loved ones? He was better off at the Dursley's. At least the entire place wasn't filled with his loved ones.
Harry was about to open his mouth and tell them all that he was going back to the Dursley's for the rest of the summer and stay away from them all. His mouth snapped shut though when he caught Hermione's eyes. She had been silent too the entire lunch, but now she was looking at him as if she knew what she was thinking. The look that she gave him clearly said that she knew what Harry was planning and she wasn't going to let him do it. Harry slouched back in his chair, knowing that she knew him better than anyone and that she was right. He couldn't do it. No one would let him even if he wanted too. Harry wouldn't be surprised if a guard was appointed to him just to make sure that he didn't do anything stupid. He hadn't been the ideal example of smart choices in the past.
Lunch continued on, no one noticing the exchange between Harry and Hermione. No one, that is, except Ron who had noticed the glances that had been shared between Hermione and Harry but chose to shrug them off. Harry now seemed to be engrossed in hearing how Fred and George were doing with their business that they had begun the moment that they left Hogwarts. They had bought a small building in Diagon Alley and had just opened it the week before. Already their store was making a ton of business and Molly couldn't help but be proud of her two sons who she was convinced wouldn't make it. She seemed to have forgotten the fact that the twins had dropped out of school early and didn't care where the original money came from for the store.
When all was over, Harry snuck out the back door, hoping to get some time to himself. He had spent the last weeks in the seclusion in his room and in his mind the solitude became all there was. Now, the sudden integration into the real world was slowly beginning to pierce his control and he wasn't sure how much more he could take of being surrounded constantly. He gave Mrs. Weasley a reassuring smile as he ducked out and started walking in the fields behind the house. His hands were in his pockets, his head down, completely blocking out the world around him. Quiet. It was just the way that he liked it. All the noise that was a part of everyday life at the Burrow seemed to be something that he couldn't handle anymore. It was too hard. Too hard to pretend that he was normal and didn't have any problems, and too hard to keep everyone assured that he was fine when he really wasn't. He needed a break and he had only been there for a few hours.
Harry sighed stopping and collapsed on the grass. He lay backwards and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tried to level himself. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Normally, being at the Weasley's was the best time of his life and he couldn't wait to spend time with Ron and his family...and Hermione. Hermione. What had happened? Did she really say that she like liked him? Did he really say that he like liked her? What was wrong with him? There was no way that anything could happen between them. It was bad enough Voldemort knew that they were best friends, but if he knew that Harry loved Hermione? Well that was that.
Harry did a double take as he thought over his words. Love. Loved Hermione. He was loosing it. There was no way anything could work out!
"I won't let her get hurt," he whispered out loud.
"Well I hope that you're not going out just letting people get hurt Harry Potter."
Harry jumped up at the voice that was suddenly next to him. He knew the voice. He also should have known that Hermione wasn't just going to let him leave the Burrow like that and leave him alone. It would have been too easy.
"Herm-"
"I don't want to hear it Harry. I know what you're thinking, and we went over it before. My feelings for you aren't going to change, and I don't think that yours are going to change either. Don't you think that you could protect me better if you were closer to me?"
Harry blinked. The thought hadn't occurred to him before, but now that she mentioned it, it did make sense. The closer that he was to Hermione, the more that he would be able to do to help her because he would know what she was doing and where she was. He nodded to himself, seeing the logic. And then he smiled. The most real smile that had passed over his face since the world of the prophecy and Voldemort came crashing over him.
"Yea...yea, I guess that makes sense," Harry said, looking down into Hermione's eyes. He had finally gotten taller over the summer and it was amazing to be able to look down into Hermione's eyes and see them filled with emotion for him.
"Good Mr. Potter, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer," Hermione said, tears in her eyes. She had almost lost him again before she even had him.
"Shh....don't cry Hermione," Harry whispered, brushing away her tears. He looked at her lips, suddenly realizing that he could actually kiss her. He could, couldn't he? "Can I...can I kiss you Hermione?"
"You better," she sniffled, looking up at him.
Harry stared at her lips. It was so different than with Cho. He was nervous, but it was the nervous sense of anticipation rather than fear. And he was excited because he knew that nothing could go wrong with the kiss because it was him and Hermione. Slowly leaned in, he brushed his lips slightly against hers at first. Seeing that she didn't run away, he kissed her again, this time longer with more pressure. They stood there kissing for a few moments, quiet moans being the only sound that was heard. It was perfect. Too perfect.
----- Short part, I know. Sorry! But I had to break it off somewhere and I thought that there was a good part. Don't hurt me! ;) Next part should be out soon.
