Bring Me To Life
~* The formatting of most of my stories is almost the same, so with this one, I'm going to skip them going to Diagon Alley, and on the Hogwarts express, and just have them getting straight into the Hogwarts year. Hope none of you mind. I'll throw in some stuff that may or may not have happened on the Hogwarts Express . . . thanks to GoldenWolf88, Christina B, and Kenobi-Girl. *~
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters. I own Ron's hairstyle. That is all.
Chapter 5 ~ Just A Little Out Of The Ordinary
It wasn't long before routine set in at Hogwarts. By routine I clearly mean the Slytherin's around the clock teasing of Harry, Ron and Hermione. Although, this year they seemed more focused on Ron than the other two Gryffindors. (Wonder why. . .)
'I thought I had gone delirious when I saw you on the train Weasley, but since nothing's changed, I guess you're just having a bad hair year.' Malfoy drauled, causing his gang of Slytherin's to laugh madly around him. Malfoy smirked, and he pointed his wand at Ron's hair.
'Maybe this will help Weasley.' He said, but Ron pulled his wand on Malfoy.
'I'm not letting you touch my hair Malfoy, go jump.' Ron growled. Malfoy twinged for just a second, before turning and stalking off.
'Ron,' Hermione said gingerly.
'What?' He snapped at her. Hermione silently wondered whether to test him or not. . .
'You do look very, um, cute with purple and yellow hair!' Hermione finnished with a smirk. Ron gave her the biggest death stare he was capable of.
'You'd better watch it, Granger.' He said haughtily, and stormed off. Hermione shrugged at Harry.
'What did you do that for Hermione?' Harry asked. 'I'm ashamed of you, you should know better than to aggrivate Ron these days.'
'What do you mean by that Harry?' Hermione asked. Harry sighed with exasporation.
'Just would you LOOK at his hair?' Harry yelled. 'It's a good thing the yellow will eventually wear out.'
'How do you know that?'
'I performed a spell on his hair, and Fred and George came in laughing, saying they wondered when someone would use that spell.' Harry said. Hermione gasped.
'YOU did that to Ron?'
'Only the yellow stripes, but it was Fred and George who jinxed his hair so that if anyone tried the spell I used on him, that would happen. Don't worry though, they said it'll wear off in a few months. . . hopefully.' Harry added quickly.
'Good on ya Harry, just make Ron's hair worse will ya?' Hermione said sarcastically.
'Oh come now, that's not the Hermione I know and love?' Harry laughed, and Hermione chased him back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
~***~
That night, Harry had the strangest dream, and the strangest feeling he'd had this dream before. He had! On the last day of the summer holidays.
'Godric, oh Godric! Don't do it! Just because Salazar left, doesn't mean the school's doomed! With you and Salazar gone, there won't even BE a school!' Rowena Ravenclaw grabbed Godric Gryffindor's arm, in attempt to stop the sword from reaching his skin.
'Leave me, Rowena. I want to do this in peace.' Godric said sadly.
'But why? Why Godric?' Rowena cried.
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerfull boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fullfill his duties.'
With those final words, Godric Gryffindor plunged his sword into his chest, and slowly, the world around him faded.
Harry woke suddenly, to the searing pain of his scar.
No, he thought, remembering the dream crystal clear this time. I can't be that boy. Harry shook his head, and checked his wrist-watch. 3.12am.
Harry tried to get back to sleep, but he couldn't. He tossed and turned for about half an hour before finally deciding to go for a walk. Grabbing his Invisibility Cloak, Harry crept out of the boys dormatories, and down the stairs.
Harry spotted Hermione sitting in an armchair by the fire. She was staring into the orange flames, being enveloped by their glow.
Harry crept down the remaining stairs, and right up behind Hermione. He stared at her, and saw how radient her facial features glowed in the warm light of the fire. Wearing his Invisibility Cloak, he sat down in the armchair opposite to Hermione.
On closer inspection to her features, Harry noticed she was crying, not outright crying, but there were silent tears creeping down her face.
Harry immediately wondered what was wrong, and why Hermione couldn't sleep. Maybe she'd had the same dream as Harry. He quickly shook that thought from his mind. How could Hermione possibly have that same, strange dream that had haunted Harry once before. It seemed ludicris. Besides, Harry was sure that there was another reason Hermione was crying.
Harry stared into her eyes, not wanting her to know he was there. Hermione, however, felt some sort of presence in the room, because she dried her eyes, and looked around the common room, trying to find a trace of anyone being there.
As Hermione was looking behind her, up the girls staircase, Harry removed his Invisibility Cloak and sat in plain view, wearing his blue and white stripy pyjamas. He quickly tucked his father's old cloak behind the armchair.
~***~
Hermione let out a stiffled murmur of shock and surprise when she turned back to the fire, only to be greeted by none other than Harry Potter. He looked at her with a sheepish grin plastered over his face.
'Harry James Potter! Were you spying on me?' She hissed. Harry pretended to look appauled at the thought.
'Sorry Hermione,' He said after a while. 'I just couldn't sleep, so I was up for a brisk walk around the castle.' Harry said truthfully.
'Except. . . you ran into me down here, and decided to watch me. For how long Harry?' She demanded. 'How long have you been here?'
'Only long enough to know you can't sleep either, and that you're upset over something. Was it Ron? He was a bit of a jerk, wasn't he? Well, you gotta expect that from a guy who has purple and yellow hair.' Harry babbled on. Hermione gave him a plain look.
'Well Mister Know-It-All, if you absolutely MUST pry your way into my personal affairs, then yes, I am upset about Ron. He hasn't spoken to me all afternoon/night since I said that. I was only having a little joke, just messing around with him a small bit.' Hermione burst out into silent tears once again.
'Don't cry Hermione.' Harry said, sitting himself on the arm of her armchair, and putting his arms around her neck in a clumsy half-hug thing in attempt to calm her down.
'Imaginary.' Hermione muttered.
'Huh?' Harry wondered outloud, but Hermione just shook her head slightly. Harry didn't bother to wonder about Hermione much, after all, he had his own problems. . . Godric Gryffindor's final words gleamed fresh in his mind. The dream was in his head, like it was stamped there by un-removable ink.
Harry was too engrossed in this thought, to notice that Hermione had stopped crying, and was sitting, rather uncomfortably, in her arm chair. Infact, Harry didn't notice he still had his arms ackwardly around her neck until she managed to cough.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts like he had just had cold water poured all over him. He jerked his arms away from Hermione, and managed to mutter a small goodnight to Hermione, before scooping up his Invisibility Cloak and hurrying up the boys staircase.
Lying in bed, Harry had no idea what had happened to him downstairs. It was almost as if he'd . . . no, Harry shook the thought out of his head, although, he had secretly liked having his arms around Hermione's neck. Harry took one last look at his velvet red curtains before falling into a deep sleep.
'Godric, oh Godric! Don't do it! Just because Salazar left, doesn't mean the school's doomed! With you and Salazar gone, there won't even BE a school!' Rowena Ravenclaw grabbed Godric Gryffindor's arm, in attempt to stop the sword from reaching his skin.
'Leave me, Rowena. I want to do this in peace.' Godric said sadly.
'But why? Why Godric?' Rowena cried.
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerfull boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fullfill his duties.'
With those final words, Godric Gryffindor plunged his sword into his chest, and slowly, the world around him faded.
Harry jerked awake again.
Why do I always have that dream lately? He asked himself.
Finding it impossible, yet again, to get back to sleep, the time now 5.08am, Harry once again crept down into the Common Room, this time, leaving his Invisibility Cloak behind.
As Harry entered the large, empty room. . . wait, the large, not so empty room. Harry noticed Hermione was still there, but, to Harry's shock, Ron was there too. They were both looking quite flushed and angry. Ron seemed to be hissing something at Hermione. Harry moved closer to hear what they were saying. Neither Ron nor Hermione noticed Harry's presence.
'Look, Granger, I don't happen to care how sorry you are, even though you don't sound sincere when you say that.' Ron hissed, in a voice slightly above a whisper.
'Ron, jeez, you NEED to listen to me, I was just having a little joke, you know, ha ha, funny? To make you forget about the big jerk Malfoy.' Hermione said urgently. Harry eyed both his friends, who were both giving eachother death stares. He decided to interrupt.
'Guys, guys, cool it.' Harry said calmly stepping in between the pair.
'Harry, mate, you heard what she said to me in the hall the other day.' Ron grumbled, trying to get Harry to see his point of view.
'Yeah, maybe so Ron, but she was JOKING! Countless times Hermione has tried to tell you that. She didn't mean it Ron.' Hermione gave a small smile, but Ron snarled.
'Go to hell Granger.' Ron snarled. 'See if I ever talk to you again.' He turned, and strode over to the boys staircase, not bothering to look back as he swooped up the many stairs.
'O-O-Oh Harry. . . what have I done?' Hermione stuttered, tears swelling in her eyes.
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~* There! I knew I'd eventually get a reasonably long chapter out in this story! Let me know what I should do: Keep Ron and Hermione enemies yes or no, bring Harry and Hermione closer than friends yes or no, and should I keep Ron's hair purple and yellow, or should the yellow wear off already? Please help me out here! Thanks guys & gals. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* The formatting of most of my stories is almost the same, so with this one, I'm going to skip them going to Diagon Alley, and on the Hogwarts express, and just have them getting straight into the Hogwarts year. Hope none of you mind. I'll throw in some stuff that may or may not have happened on the Hogwarts Express . . . thanks to GoldenWolf88, Christina B, and Kenobi-Girl. *~
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters. I own Ron's hairstyle. That is all.
Chapter 5 ~ Just A Little Out Of The Ordinary
It wasn't long before routine set in at Hogwarts. By routine I clearly mean the Slytherin's around the clock teasing of Harry, Ron and Hermione. Although, this year they seemed more focused on Ron than the other two Gryffindors. (Wonder why. . .)
'I thought I had gone delirious when I saw you on the train Weasley, but since nothing's changed, I guess you're just having a bad hair year.' Malfoy drauled, causing his gang of Slytherin's to laugh madly around him. Malfoy smirked, and he pointed his wand at Ron's hair.
'Maybe this will help Weasley.' He said, but Ron pulled his wand on Malfoy.
'I'm not letting you touch my hair Malfoy, go jump.' Ron growled. Malfoy twinged for just a second, before turning and stalking off.
'Ron,' Hermione said gingerly.
'What?' He snapped at her. Hermione silently wondered whether to test him or not. . .
'You do look very, um, cute with purple and yellow hair!' Hermione finnished with a smirk. Ron gave her the biggest death stare he was capable of.
'You'd better watch it, Granger.' He said haughtily, and stormed off. Hermione shrugged at Harry.
'What did you do that for Hermione?' Harry asked. 'I'm ashamed of you, you should know better than to aggrivate Ron these days.'
'What do you mean by that Harry?' Hermione asked. Harry sighed with exasporation.
'Just would you LOOK at his hair?' Harry yelled. 'It's a good thing the yellow will eventually wear out.'
'How do you know that?'
'I performed a spell on his hair, and Fred and George came in laughing, saying they wondered when someone would use that spell.' Harry said. Hermione gasped.
'YOU did that to Ron?'
'Only the yellow stripes, but it was Fred and George who jinxed his hair so that if anyone tried the spell I used on him, that would happen. Don't worry though, they said it'll wear off in a few months. . . hopefully.' Harry added quickly.
'Good on ya Harry, just make Ron's hair worse will ya?' Hermione said sarcastically.
'Oh come now, that's not the Hermione I know and love?' Harry laughed, and Hermione chased him back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
~***~
That night, Harry had the strangest dream, and the strangest feeling he'd had this dream before. He had! On the last day of the summer holidays.
'Godric, oh Godric! Don't do it! Just because Salazar left, doesn't mean the school's doomed! With you and Salazar gone, there won't even BE a school!' Rowena Ravenclaw grabbed Godric Gryffindor's arm, in attempt to stop the sword from reaching his skin.
'Leave me, Rowena. I want to do this in peace.' Godric said sadly.
'But why? Why Godric?' Rowena cried.
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerfull boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fullfill his duties.'
With those final words, Godric Gryffindor plunged his sword into his chest, and slowly, the world around him faded.
Harry woke suddenly, to the searing pain of his scar.
No, he thought, remembering the dream crystal clear this time. I can't be that boy. Harry shook his head, and checked his wrist-watch. 3.12am.
Harry tried to get back to sleep, but he couldn't. He tossed and turned for about half an hour before finally deciding to go for a walk. Grabbing his Invisibility Cloak, Harry crept out of the boys dormatories, and down the stairs.
Harry spotted Hermione sitting in an armchair by the fire. She was staring into the orange flames, being enveloped by their glow.
Harry crept down the remaining stairs, and right up behind Hermione. He stared at her, and saw how radient her facial features glowed in the warm light of the fire. Wearing his Invisibility Cloak, he sat down in the armchair opposite to Hermione.
On closer inspection to her features, Harry noticed she was crying, not outright crying, but there were silent tears creeping down her face.
Harry immediately wondered what was wrong, and why Hermione couldn't sleep. Maybe she'd had the same dream as Harry. He quickly shook that thought from his mind. How could Hermione possibly have that same, strange dream that had haunted Harry once before. It seemed ludicris. Besides, Harry was sure that there was another reason Hermione was crying.
Harry stared into her eyes, not wanting her to know he was there. Hermione, however, felt some sort of presence in the room, because she dried her eyes, and looked around the common room, trying to find a trace of anyone being there.
As Hermione was looking behind her, up the girls staircase, Harry removed his Invisibility Cloak and sat in plain view, wearing his blue and white stripy pyjamas. He quickly tucked his father's old cloak behind the armchair.
~***~
Hermione let out a stiffled murmur of shock and surprise when she turned back to the fire, only to be greeted by none other than Harry Potter. He looked at her with a sheepish grin plastered over his face.
'Harry James Potter! Were you spying on me?' She hissed. Harry pretended to look appauled at the thought.
'Sorry Hermione,' He said after a while. 'I just couldn't sleep, so I was up for a brisk walk around the castle.' Harry said truthfully.
'Except. . . you ran into me down here, and decided to watch me. For how long Harry?' She demanded. 'How long have you been here?'
'Only long enough to know you can't sleep either, and that you're upset over something. Was it Ron? He was a bit of a jerk, wasn't he? Well, you gotta expect that from a guy who has purple and yellow hair.' Harry babbled on. Hermione gave him a plain look.
'Well Mister Know-It-All, if you absolutely MUST pry your way into my personal affairs, then yes, I am upset about Ron. He hasn't spoken to me all afternoon/night since I said that. I was only having a little joke, just messing around with him a small bit.' Hermione burst out into silent tears once again.
'Don't cry Hermione.' Harry said, sitting himself on the arm of her armchair, and putting his arms around her neck in a clumsy half-hug thing in attempt to calm her down.
'Imaginary.' Hermione muttered.
'Huh?' Harry wondered outloud, but Hermione just shook her head slightly. Harry didn't bother to wonder about Hermione much, after all, he had his own problems. . . Godric Gryffindor's final words gleamed fresh in his mind. The dream was in his head, like it was stamped there by un-removable ink.
Harry was too engrossed in this thought, to notice that Hermione had stopped crying, and was sitting, rather uncomfortably, in her arm chair. Infact, Harry didn't notice he still had his arms ackwardly around her neck until she managed to cough.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts like he had just had cold water poured all over him. He jerked his arms away from Hermione, and managed to mutter a small goodnight to Hermione, before scooping up his Invisibility Cloak and hurrying up the boys staircase.
Lying in bed, Harry had no idea what had happened to him downstairs. It was almost as if he'd . . . no, Harry shook the thought out of his head, although, he had secretly liked having his arms around Hermione's neck. Harry took one last look at his velvet red curtains before falling into a deep sleep.
'Godric, oh Godric! Don't do it! Just because Salazar left, doesn't mean the school's doomed! With you and Salazar gone, there won't even BE a school!' Rowena Ravenclaw grabbed Godric Gryffindor's arm, in attempt to stop the sword from reaching his skin.
'Leave me, Rowena. I want to do this in peace.' Godric said sadly.
'But why? Why Godric?' Rowena cried.
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerfull boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fullfill his duties.'
With those final words, Godric Gryffindor plunged his sword into his chest, and slowly, the world around him faded.
Harry jerked awake again.
Why do I always have that dream lately? He asked himself.
Finding it impossible, yet again, to get back to sleep, the time now 5.08am, Harry once again crept down into the Common Room, this time, leaving his Invisibility Cloak behind.
As Harry entered the large, empty room. . . wait, the large, not so empty room. Harry noticed Hermione was still there, but, to Harry's shock, Ron was there too. They were both looking quite flushed and angry. Ron seemed to be hissing something at Hermione. Harry moved closer to hear what they were saying. Neither Ron nor Hermione noticed Harry's presence.
'Look, Granger, I don't happen to care how sorry you are, even though you don't sound sincere when you say that.' Ron hissed, in a voice slightly above a whisper.
'Ron, jeez, you NEED to listen to me, I was just having a little joke, you know, ha ha, funny? To make you forget about the big jerk Malfoy.' Hermione said urgently. Harry eyed both his friends, who were both giving eachother death stares. He decided to interrupt.
'Guys, guys, cool it.' Harry said calmly stepping in between the pair.
'Harry, mate, you heard what she said to me in the hall the other day.' Ron grumbled, trying to get Harry to see his point of view.
'Yeah, maybe so Ron, but she was JOKING! Countless times Hermione has tried to tell you that. She didn't mean it Ron.' Hermione gave a small smile, but Ron snarled.
'Go to hell Granger.' Ron snarled. 'See if I ever talk to you again.' He turned, and strode over to the boys staircase, not bothering to look back as he swooped up the many stairs.
'O-O-Oh Harry. . . what have I done?' Hermione stuttered, tears swelling in her eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
~* There! I knew I'd eventually get a reasonably long chapter out in this story! Let me know what I should do: Keep Ron and Hermione enemies yes or no, bring Harry and Hermione closer than friends yes or no, and should I keep Ron's hair purple and yellow, or should the yellow wear off already? Please help me out here! Thanks guys & gals. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~