Chapter 6:
With Truth, I shall learn
Author's Note: "With truth, I shall learn what is right." Chronos the Fallen Angel
I added this chapter to help develop both Harry and Hermione. Hopefully it will be short.
J.K. Rowlings created Harry Potter and its characters, Marvel owns the X- men, and DC owns Supergirl, and any other characters that they had created. Anything I created is mine.
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For about an hour, Harry sat with Hermione, letting her explain how to organize the books. Finally they were finished, stacking the books in their order along the wall. "I think that we should get a shelf in here," Harry said.
"Maybe Harry," Hermione replied, "if we stay here after this summer."
"Why you don't want to?"
"I don't know, it's just that," Hermione's eyes began to tear up and Harry pulled her into his chest. "My parents, my books, my home. It's all gone Harry."
"I know, Hermione," he replied, softly rubbing her shoulders. How he wished that he could comfort her more then just a friend, but as he was just afraid, Harry could not. He was just a friend, and nothing more.
Hermione pulled away slowly, looking down at the ground. She quickly changed the subject, but to one that Harry wasn't happy about. "I see that you casted that spell."
"Yeah," Harry replied. "I thought that it was a time for change." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "I got lonely as Ron was often off with Lav', so-"
"I'm sorry for going out with him if it's an apology that you're looking for," Hermione snapped at Harry, much to his surprise. She walked over to the bed's edge and sat down.
"No Hermione, it's not that," Harry said.
"Then what is it then? You want to hear that the school smartest girl made the dumbest choice?" Harry started to say something, "that's right, Harry I'm stupid. Stupid for believing that I could ever be happy, stupid for thinking that Steven wasn't like the rest of the school said." The tears started to come in her eyes, and he watched, unable to do anything. "Maybe Steven was right."
"No," it was Harry's turn to snap. "Don't you ever think that, Hermione. You are smart, everyone in the school thinks so, including Snape."
"Why not, he was the only person who was honest to me." She was looking down at her hands, seeming so interested in them. But Harry knew that she was fighting the tears.
"Do you truly believe that?" Harry slowly walked toward his friend.
"Yes, no, I don't know." Harry knelt down besides Hermione. "I've been confused for so long, Harry."
"I know-"
"No you don't know," she snapped again, "you'll never know what it feels like."
"Maybe," Harry replied, "but I can be here for you."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, knocking him over. Harry patted her back as she cried into his shirt, her head buried deep within his chest.
"It'll be alright, Hermione," Harry whispered, "it'll be alright." For a while they just laid there, not moving. Harry loved her, but couldn't express it, either too afraid or didn't know how. /but for now, I'll be your friend, 'Mione,/ he thought, /when ever you need me I'll be there./
Hermione finally stopped sobbing, but didn't move out of his chest, much to Harry's delight. He loved the way her touch felt, how she smelled. "Harry," she said.
"What, Hermione," Harry asked. She sat up on her knees, giving Harry enough room just to rest on his elbows.
"I want to talk," she wiped a tear from her eyes and sniffed.
"About what," Harry replied, but he knew. Hermione wanted to talk about what happened. "Go ahead, I'll just listen."
"Thank you," Hermione said, with that she began to talk. She started with the first time Steven ever threatened her, which was apparently two weeks before school ended, when they were going out. Harry fought with all his might not to say a word, as he promised to Hermione. Harry felt so mad at himself for letting all this happen, especially what happened on the train ride back, it was the first time Steven beat her, Hermione said, and she remembered every moment of it. She continued on with the trip over to his house and when the real threats started. Harry bit his tongue too hard and tasted a bit of blood. But still he said nothing. Hermione quickly finished with the day before they returned to the Grangers, when the treats became a reality. "He did it Harry," Hermione started to cry, she began to wipe her tears. Quickly she tried to regain control, but returned to Harry's chest, her arms around his neck. Harry was lying back down on his back. He wrapped his arms around her waist the best he could.
"I'm here, 'Mione," Harry said, using his pet name for her, "and I'll always be here." Then a thought hit him. "Hermione, when he did" Harry paused careful about his words, "did what he did, wouldn't you be."
"No," Hermione sat up and wiped her tears away. "When he first threatened it, I thought that I should protect myself, so I casted a spell that protected me."
Harry reached up and rubbed her head. "Thata girl," he said, "let no one tell you that you're stupid." Hermione began to blush and quickly hugged Harry again, hers sobs could be heard through her bushy despite it being buried in his chest. Harry began to softly pet her hair and to sing, softly enough for the girl in his arms to hear him.
(A/N: this lullaby is a song called 'All the Pretty Little Ponies' by Kenny Loggins, if you have listen to it. Harry voice sounds just like his in this story.)
Hush a-bye, Don't you cry. Go to sleep, my little baby
When you wake, You shall have All the pretty little ponies.
Harry's voice was soft and sweet, and Hermione's breathing slowed down, and her crying stopped. She was just listening to his voice and his heart beat.
In your bed Mommy said Baby's riding off to dream land
One by one They began Dancing, pranceful little babies
Harry knew that Hermione loved horses, after all when they began to learn about the Animagus potion in Potions, she told them that she hoped her form would be a horse. But Ron just laughed at her, causing much distress to her. Harry had to run after Hermione to talk to her before she and Ron stopped being friends. His thoughts trailed in and out of their last Hogwarts year.
Blacks and Bays Dapples and Grays Running in the night
When you wake You shall have All the pretty little ponies
Can you see the little ponies Dance before you eyes?
All the pretty little ponies Will be there when you arise.
Hermione had begun to cry in Harry's arms again, not tears of sadness. /Harry remembered my favorite lullaby,/ she thought, realizing how much her friend cared about her. /you're too good to me, Harry./ She thoughts returned to Harry, as she slowly fell asleep. /my you have a beautiful voice, Harry./
Can you see the little ponies Shine before your eyes
All the pretty little ponies Gonna be there when you arise
Harry looked down at Hermione as he sung, seeing that the girl in his arms had fallen asleep, listening her favorite lullaby. He couldn't help but smile at her.
Hush a-bye, Don't you cry. Go to sleep, my little baby
When you wake, You shall have All the pretty little ponies.
All the pretty little ponies All the pretty little ponies
"Good night, Hermione," Harry said, he wished that he could move, but not wanting to disturb Hermione, he just laid there. "I love you forever."
With Truth, I shall learn
Author's Note: "With truth, I shall learn what is right." Chronos the Fallen Angel
I added this chapter to help develop both Harry and Hermione. Hopefully it will be short.
J.K. Rowlings created Harry Potter and its characters, Marvel owns the X- men, and DC owns Supergirl, and any other characters that they had created. Anything I created is mine.
* * * * * *
For about an hour, Harry sat with Hermione, letting her explain how to organize the books. Finally they were finished, stacking the books in their order along the wall. "I think that we should get a shelf in here," Harry said.
"Maybe Harry," Hermione replied, "if we stay here after this summer."
"Why you don't want to?"
"I don't know, it's just that," Hermione's eyes began to tear up and Harry pulled her into his chest. "My parents, my books, my home. It's all gone Harry."
"I know, Hermione," he replied, softly rubbing her shoulders. How he wished that he could comfort her more then just a friend, but as he was just afraid, Harry could not. He was just a friend, and nothing more.
Hermione pulled away slowly, looking down at the ground. She quickly changed the subject, but to one that Harry wasn't happy about. "I see that you casted that spell."
"Yeah," Harry replied. "I thought that it was a time for change." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "I got lonely as Ron was often off with Lav', so-"
"I'm sorry for going out with him if it's an apology that you're looking for," Hermione snapped at Harry, much to his surprise. She walked over to the bed's edge and sat down.
"No Hermione, it's not that," Harry said.
"Then what is it then? You want to hear that the school smartest girl made the dumbest choice?" Harry started to say something, "that's right, Harry I'm stupid. Stupid for believing that I could ever be happy, stupid for thinking that Steven wasn't like the rest of the school said." The tears started to come in her eyes, and he watched, unable to do anything. "Maybe Steven was right."
"No," it was Harry's turn to snap. "Don't you ever think that, Hermione. You are smart, everyone in the school thinks so, including Snape."
"Why not, he was the only person who was honest to me." She was looking down at her hands, seeming so interested in them. But Harry knew that she was fighting the tears.
"Do you truly believe that?" Harry slowly walked toward his friend.
"Yes, no, I don't know." Harry knelt down besides Hermione. "I've been confused for so long, Harry."
"I know-"
"No you don't know," she snapped again, "you'll never know what it feels like."
"Maybe," Harry replied, "but I can be here for you."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, knocking him over. Harry patted her back as she cried into his shirt, her head buried deep within his chest.
"It'll be alright, Hermione," Harry whispered, "it'll be alright." For a while they just laid there, not moving. Harry loved her, but couldn't express it, either too afraid or didn't know how. /but for now, I'll be your friend, 'Mione,/ he thought, /when ever you need me I'll be there./
Hermione finally stopped sobbing, but didn't move out of his chest, much to Harry's delight. He loved the way her touch felt, how she smelled. "Harry," she said.
"What, Hermione," Harry asked. She sat up on her knees, giving Harry enough room just to rest on his elbows.
"I want to talk," she wiped a tear from her eyes and sniffed.
"About what," Harry replied, but he knew. Hermione wanted to talk about what happened. "Go ahead, I'll just listen."
"Thank you," Hermione said, with that she began to talk. She started with the first time Steven ever threatened her, which was apparently two weeks before school ended, when they were going out. Harry fought with all his might not to say a word, as he promised to Hermione. Harry felt so mad at himself for letting all this happen, especially what happened on the train ride back, it was the first time Steven beat her, Hermione said, and she remembered every moment of it. She continued on with the trip over to his house and when the real threats started. Harry bit his tongue too hard and tasted a bit of blood. But still he said nothing. Hermione quickly finished with the day before they returned to the Grangers, when the treats became a reality. "He did it Harry," Hermione started to cry, she began to wipe her tears. Quickly she tried to regain control, but returned to Harry's chest, her arms around his neck. Harry was lying back down on his back. He wrapped his arms around her waist the best he could.
"I'm here, 'Mione," Harry said, using his pet name for her, "and I'll always be here." Then a thought hit him. "Hermione, when he did" Harry paused careful about his words, "did what he did, wouldn't you be."
"No," Hermione sat up and wiped her tears away. "When he first threatened it, I thought that I should protect myself, so I casted a spell that protected me."
Harry reached up and rubbed her head. "Thata girl," he said, "let no one tell you that you're stupid." Hermione began to blush and quickly hugged Harry again, hers sobs could be heard through her bushy despite it being buried in his chest. Harry began to softly pet her hair and to sing, softly enough for the girl in his arms to hear him.
(A/N: this lullaby is a song called 'All the Pretty Little Ponies' by Kenny Loggins, if you have listen to it. Harry voice sounds just like his in this story.)
Hush a-bye, Don't you cry. Go to sleep, my little baby
When you wake, You shall have All the pretty little ponies.
Harry's voice was soft and sweet, and Hermione's breathing slowed down, and her crying stopped. She was just listening to his voice and his heart beat.
In your bed Mommy said Baby's riding off to dream land
One by one They began Dancing, pranceful little babies
Harry knew that Hermione loved horses, after all when they began to learn about the Animagus potion in Potions, she told them that she hoped her form would be a horse. But Ron just laughed at her, causing much distress to her. Harry had to run after Hermione to talk to her before she and Ron stopped being friends. His thoughts trailed in and out of their last Hogwarts year.
Blacks and Bays Dapples and Grays Running in the night
When you wake You shall have All the pretty little ponies
Can you see the little ponies Dance before you eyes?
All the pretty little ponies Will be there when you arise.
Hermione had begun to cry in Harry's arms again, not tears of sadness. /Harry remembered my favorite lullaby,/ she thought, realizing how much her friend cared about her. /you're too good to me, Harry./ She thoughts returned to Harry, as she slowly fell asleep. /my you have a beautiful voice, Harry./
Can you see the little ponies Shine before your eyes
All the pretty little ponies Gonna be there when you arise
Harry looked down at Hermione as he sung, seeing that the girl in his arms had fallen asleep, listening her favorite lullaby. He couldn't help but smile at her.
Hush a-bye, Don't you cry. Go to sleep, my little baby
When you wake, You shall have All the pretty little ponies.
All the pretty little ponies All the pretty little ponies
"Good night, Hermione," Harry said, he wished that he could move, but not wanting to disturb Hermione, he just laid there. "I love you forever."