Chapter 8: If You're Not The One (SF)
The next day, Harry was given a rude awakening by Ron, and was still barely awake when he tried standing up, but then fell to the floor, his head hovering inches above his trunk. Pushing up on the floor, Harry got to his feet, and said, "Well, that was enough adventure for today." Ron laughed.
Down in the common room, it seemed empty. The tables were cleared, and the room was quiet. Harry felt a pang of guilt stab at his heart for leaving Hermione in the past. He sighed. 'Might as well get used to going to class today,' Harry thought. He walked alongside Ron towards the Great Hall. As they took their seats, Ron stayed in-conversation, while Harry simply had his thoughts covering his mind, and soon wasn't even paying attention to the emptying room. "Harry! Wake up! It's time for Charms!" Ron said loudly.
Harry quickly snapped out of it, and stood up quickly. "Err...sorry, Ron. I was just thinking..." Harry said truthfully. Walking towards the Charms Corridor, Harry hadn't seemed to be paying attention to the wall until he collided with it. Uncontrollably laughing, Ron caught him before he hit the floor, but nearly dropped him, because he was laughing so hard he felt as if he had osteoporosis. Fortunately, Harry brought his hands behind his head, and saved himself from the fall. "Nice to know I can always trust you." Harry said sarcastically. Ron's laughing subsided sometime about halfway through Charms, and couldn't hold his wand straight.
"Ron, will you please come off it? It happened about a half-hour ago, it's not as funny anymore." Harry said slowly. Nodding, Ron clamped his mouth shut and tried to keep it that way, but every time he tried to say the right charm, he's burst out laughing. Finally, Harry put a Silencing Charm on him, and continued with his work.
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Later that night, Harry couldn't sleep. Whereas Ron was snoring loudly, and that was not the cause of the problem, sleeping still seemed impossible. He was thinking of nothing but Hermione and how she must feel...in the past. 'Good job, self. You've just accomplished one of the stupidest things you've ever done. Wow, you are stupider than you thought.' Harry thought. Turning over on his stomach, Harry faced Ron's bed, and strangely, silently cried. 'Nice, now you're even starting to act like the new you. You're such a whiner. Ron doesn't even do this, and he's afraid of spiders. You are the worst excuse for a wizard I've ever seen. Not including Neville or Seamus.'
'I've got to do something. I'm not staying here and going around looking for Hermione artifacts, and-and seeing what she did when she was around...20 years ago...' Harry shook his head. Quietly getting up, Harry walked over to his trunk. Opening it slowly, he searched for a clear piece of parchment and found it. Getting an ink bottle and quill, he scribbled a quick note to Ron.
Ron,
I'm going back to find Hermione. I don't know if she'll want to come back, but I hope she does. I'm not going to stay away long, so don't worry about me if I don't show up for a week. There's something really important I have to talk to her about. See you later.
Harry
Retrieving the Time Turner from under the pillow, Harry turned it twice, and quickly did fall asleep.
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When Harry awoke the next morning, his heart swelling with happiness; he was going to make everything right between him and Hermione. He got to his feet, and quickly got dressed. Running towards the common room, he fell over on the couch and landed right at the bottom of it.
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
Shaking his head in annoyance, he attempted to get up, and failed. "Ugh," He said quietly. Turning over on his ribcage, and then standing up, brushing off the dust from his robes. "Harry?" Came a soft voice from behind him. Harry spun around. "OH! Hermione!" He said quickly. He tried to find the right words to say. "Listen, I-I-I-I uh...I'm really sor-" He began, but was interrupted. "What are you doing back here, so soon?" Hermione asked coldly. "It's not as if I wanted you back, anyway. You were right, I was much better off without you. I DON'T need you!" she said, before stalking off towards the Girls' Dormitories. Harry sighed, and ran up to the Boys' Dormitory.
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
He carefully avoided eye contact with James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius when they passed him coming out of the dormitory. He was so jealous. Jealous of the fact that Hermione would choose the past over him. 'I hate Hermione.' Harry thought coldly. 'I'm not going to even bother trying to make up with her. She's turned on me.' Hermione's words were resounding in his head. 'I don't need you...I don't need you...I don't need you...' The words pulled and cut at his heartstrings. It wasn't the fact that the words were...how they were said, it was that it was his best friend that said it. 'That's it. If Hermione wants to play like that, I can, too. She is now being changed from best friend to mere acquaintance. I hate Hermione.' Was all he could think of, but in his heart, he was only lying to himself, but quickly realized he was going to be in the dormitory, and couldn't do that when he was standing against a stone wall. He ran into the dormitory.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
When he got to his bed, he flopped onto his bed, facing into his pillow. 'I hate Hermione.' Harry thought. But he knew he was just lying to himself. He once again sighed. Then, as he had been the night before, started silently crying. After about 2 hours, his pillow was soaked, and he was breathless. 'Once again, you've proven yourself to be weaker than Neville, and you're actually doing something that a girl would do—cry over the person you like.' Harry thought to himself.
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
So, Harry stayed in bed, for 9 hours. He eventually got up to go to the bathroom, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red, and so was his face, which was strange, because he was normally pale. He was still extremely skinny and weak, and he didn't think his legs were working right. He had had trouble getting 10 feet to the bathroom. He heard the door open. Fortunately, his bed was nearest to the bathroom, so he barely had to run and jump to get to his bed. He covered himself in blankets, and buried his face in his pillows.
"He really needs to learn some manners." Said Sirius. "Yeah, making that poor girl cry like that." Agreed Remus. "I know, what a selfish punk!" James added. Peter kept quiet. Harry figured they were talking about him until— "Snivellus is such a loser! Pushing Lily into the wall like that, just because she was being nice. It's his fault he dropped his books, he should help himself, but Lily just has to be so nice---"
Harry once again started to hate Snape. Once again, he had managed to upset Lily, which upset Harry because she was such a nice girl and— Snape didn't deserve to be treated well at all. Subconsciously, Harry dropped his arm over the edge of the bed. The other boys noticed, and Remus said, "Looks like somebody likes to eavesdrop." Harry could hear the footsteps drawing nearer. His body stiffened, and he froze. His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was going to have a stroke. He closed his eyes, and without thinking, he brought his arm back up to the side of the bed. He felt someone sitting on the edge of the bed.
Harry stopped breathing. For a split second, he felt dead. Everything happened so fast. He was being turned around, and his body was stiff, his skin cold, and his eyes closed, making it seem as if he were dead. For some really unbeknownst reason, he opened his eyes, showing off the red puffiness of them. At the sight of Sirius' face, he started breathing again. His body softened, and his skin warmed. Looking up at Sirius, he hadn't been too mad at anyone. Except for Snape, that is. "Hey, so...I see you're back from the future...again." He said slowly. Harry stayed silent. "So, your friend told me about what happened earlier, and I'm sorry. She never really was that upset with you, she just makes it seem like that." Sirius explained. Apparently, Hermione had told Sirius more than him.
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
"So...what's up? There's not much that's happened in the last two days, so...uh...yeah." Sirius said lamely. "I'm really sorry that she yelled at you, and made you so upset. You know girls, though. They always think they're the dominant species. Who needs them, anyway?" Harry nodded. "Well, I think she found a new boyfriend though. It's not official, but she's been seeing a lot of Peter lately and..." Sirius trailed off. 'My God, she's seeing the traitor. Now I really DO hate her. She is now officially a traitor.' Harry thought in disgust. Pulling free of Sirius' grasp, he exited the dormitory. He didn't bother to listen to any of the people in the common room, including Hermione, whom he passed on his way out of the common room. He had bumped into her, and she had turned around to see who had hit her, and nobody was there; Harry had quickly run from the area.
Hermione sat, sulking in the Common Room alone. She couldn't believe he was acting so...childish. Maybe her outburst had caused this whole thing. 'No, couldn't have been.' She thought. She was never one to admit she was wrong. "Hermione! How are you? It's like I haven't talked to you in ages!" came Lily's voice from behind. Hermione forced a smile, and Lily sat down next to her. "So, how have you been?" Lily asked happily. "You look upset. What's wrong? I can't see why you're so—Oh, I know, it's that evil son of mine, isn't it?" She added. 'I shouldn't be perfect, because I'm not.' Hermione thought. "No! It's not his fault! It's mine. If I hadn't said what I did, he might not be so upset. I'm really sorry, but he won't talk to me." Hermione said in one breath. Lily looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry. I know he'll talk to you again, but...I'm not exactly sure how. You're best friends, for god's sake, and I know he'll talk to you. I just know it." Lily said supportively.
"How? He won't even look at me. He won't stay in the same room for 1 minute, and he's always wandering around the school. He doesn't hold still, even when he sleeps. If he sleeps at all." Hermione pouted. Lily pondered on this. "Hermione, if he doesn't sleep and you say he doesn't hold still, that means he won't stay in the same room with James, either. He's just as mad at him, maybe more. He leaves the room when everyone else goes to bed. Don't you get it? He won't leave the common room, and that's where he goes. He just leaves the dormitories and stays up all night. It's no wonder he doesn't talk to anyone. He thinks everyone hates him." Lily explained. Hermione's eyes widened, and she said, "Thank you! Thank You!! You won't regret this, I promise!" and fled the common room, out to the rest of the school.
Turning a corner, and striding down a corridor, Hermione looked around anxiously for her friend. "Where in the world is he?" she asked herself. As if on cue, Harry came down from a staircase as though he was absentminded, and stepped down slowly. Lifting his head, he saw Hermione, turned around, and walked in the other direction. "Harry! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with me?" She shouted, but he'd already turned a corner and left.
Flopping down on his bed, Harry looked around the dormitory, making sure that nobody was inside it before drawing his curtains, and going to bed. Several hours later, he awoke from a bad dream, and carefully poked his head outside of his bed, looked around, and saw that everyone was in bed. Silently, he got out of bed, and slowly walked out of the dormitory towards the common room.
Sitting in the big armchair, he looked into what was once flames and they had since died down. He sighed; nothing was ever going to be the same again. His throat began to burn, and his eyes began to water. 'Mama Mia, here we go again.' He thought. But his tears never had the chance to fall; Hermione's voice came floating from the stairs. "Harry? What are you doing up so late. It's 2:00 in the morning, you should be sleeping." She said softly. "First of all, I'm not up late if it's two-in-the-morning, and I always stay up late. I couldn't sleep, Miss Know-It-All." His voice was hoarse. Hermione looked at him curiously, and walked over to the armchair. She couldn't see his face properly, because the flames had died down. "Lumos," she muttered, lighting the tip of her wand, and holding it up in front of his face.
Her mind was shattered at what she saw. His once-green eyes had since then paled to a light gray, and the black under his eyes was almost as dark as Malfoy's heart. His eyes were also red, and his face was thinner than usual, and his bones and blood vessels were almost all visible from him not eating. This whole time that Hermione was looking him over, Harry was looking down, and making sure that she didn't notice anything else. Finally, she lifted the sleeve of his shirt and said, "It wasn't just a scratch. You lied; you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Harry looked up into her chocolate brown eyes, and slowly, reluctantly, and sadly, he nodded. "Why? Why did you do it? If you were that upset, you should've just come back---or forward...whatever. You would've still had me or Ron." Hermione said desperately.
Harry only shrugged. "I guess I really didn't think about—" "That's right. You didn't think, you prat! You're so pathetic, and I can't believe you'd do something so-so-so-so idiotic! Honestly! And you are right! You're just a kid, but you still need to grow up!" Hermione burst out. Harry stayed silent. "Good, you're finally learning to keep quiet when you need to. The last thing I need is some fool like you complaining with that whole 'Woe is me, woe is me' garbage!" That was the flaw that broke the camel's back. "Listen, if you honestly hate me that much, you could've just said so. I don't need you. You were right." Harry said icily, turning to walk back up to the dormitory. "And just where do you think you're going?" Hermione said in an Umbridge- like tone. Harry stopped and turned. "Not that you care, Mudblood, but I'm leaving you here for the rest of forever. Have a nice life with your new boyfriend." Hermione was shocked that he'd actually call her that. She then felt extremely ashamed of her outburst.
'Why does he always have to get mad at me for the worst kinds of things?' Hermione thought. Lily came down a few minutes later. "Judging by the fact that you're standing in here alone and I woke up to you screaming, I would have to say that that didn't go too well." She said, sighing. Hermione nodded. "I don't see why you must do that. He's very...well, he's emotionally unstable, you can tell." Lily said. "You know, I don't understand why, but I think he's trying to avoid you. What did you say to him a few days ago, anyway?" Lily asked. Hermione swallowed hard, and then started repeating all of her words from 2 days before. "I told him I didn't need him, that he was worthless, and nobody needed him...at all." Hermione said sadly. "That's probably the worst thing you could've told him, you know." Lily said disapprovingly.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
"I know. I can't believe I said that. He's going to hate me now and forever, and he'll never want to see me again. I'm so sorry. He won't believe that, now. He's just going to push it all away, and he's probably going to stop playing Quidditch, and- Oh, no. He has a game in two days. If I don't make up with him, he'll mess up and lose. The team hates it when he loses." Hermione said sadly.
"Why is it 'when he loses'? What position does he play?" Lily asked. "Seeker. He's the most important player on the team. If he loses, it's like...Voldemort wins; everyone hates him, and he's never forgiven by them, and he'll have to transfer schools. Oh, great. Me and my big mouth." Hermione said.
In the dormitory, Harry was writing a note to Sirius, telling him everything Hermione had said. He dropped the note on his bed, and left the past. It was time for Quidditch practice.
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A/N: So, what do you think? Will...
Harry and Hermione make up before it's too late?
Harry win the Quidditch Match?
Harry make up with his father?
Sirius get the note?
Hedwig be okay? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER NINE: UNTITLED FOR NOW. PLUS, ENJOY EVERYTHING ELSE I'M PLANNING ON WRITING, INCLUDING:
Grave Dance: Harry has a correct vision in his sleep of Voldemort dancing on his grave
Magic Guns: Short Fic about Harry going to defeat Voldemort, and getting a little bit more than he bargained for.
Harry Potter and the Case of the Missing Boxers: Title speaks for itself.
The next day, Harry was given a rude awakening by Ron, and was still barely awake when he tried standing up, but then fell to the floor, his head hovering inches above his trunk. Pushing up on the floor, Harry got to his feet, and said, "Well, that was enough adventure for today." Ron laughed.
Down in the common room, it seemed empty. The tables were cleared, and the room was quiet. Harry felt a pang of guilt stab at his heart for leaving Hermione in the past. He sighed. 'Might as well get used to going to class today,' Harry thought. He walked alongside Ron towards the Great Hall. As they took their seats, Ron stayed in-conversation, while Harry simply had his thoughts covering his mind, and soon wasn't even paying attention to the emptying room. "Harry! Wake up! It's time for Charms!" Ron said loudly.
Harry quickly snapped out of it, and stood up quickly. "Err...sorry, Ron. I was just thinking..." Harry said truthfully. Walking towards the Charms Corridor, Harry hadn't seemed to be paying attention to the wall until he collided with it. Uncontrollably laughing, Ron caught him before he hit the floor, but nearly dropped him, because he was laughing so hard he felt as if he had osteoporosis. Fortunately, Harry brought his hands behind his head, and saved himself from the fall. "Nice to know I can always trust you." Harry said sarcastically. Ron's laughing subsided sometime about halfway through Charms, and couldn't hold his wand straight.
"Ron, will you please come off it? It happened about a half-hour ago, it's not as funny anymore." Harry said slowly. Nodding, Ron clamped his mouth shut and tried to keep it that way, but every time he tried to say the right charm, he's burst out laughing. Finally, Harry put a Silencing Charm on him, and continued with his work.
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Later that night, Harry couldn't sleep. Whereas Ron was snoring loudly, and that was not the cause of the problem, sleeping still seemed impossible. He was thinking of nothing but Hermione and how she must feel...in the past. 'Good job, self. You've just accomplished one of the stupidest things you've ever done. Wow, you are stupider than you thought.' Harry thought. Turning over on his stomach, Harry faced Ron's bed, and strangely, silently cried. 'Nice, now you're even starting to act like the new you. You're such a whiner. Ron doesn't even do this, and he's afraid of spiders. You are the worst excuse for a wizard I've ever seen. Not including Neville or Seamus.'
'I've got to do something. I'm not staying here and going around looking for Hermione artifacts, and-and seeing what she did when she was around...20 years ago...' Harry shook his head. Quietly getting up, Harry walked over to his trunk. Opening it slowly, he searched for a clear piece of parchment and found it. Getting an ink bottle and quill, he scribbled a quick note to Ron.
Ron,
I'm going back to find Hermione. I don't know if she'll want to come back, but I hope she does. I'm not going to stay away long, so don't worry about me if I don't show up for a week. There's something really important I have to talk to her about. See you later.
Harry
Retrieving the Time Turner from under the pillow, Harry turned it twice, and quickly did fall asleep.
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When Harry awoke the next morning, his heart swelling with happiness; he was going to make everything right between him and Hermione. He got to his feet, and quickly got dressed. Running towards the common room, he fell over on the couch and landed right at the bottom of it.
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
Shaking his head in annoyance, he attempted to get up, and failed. "Ugh," He said quietly. Turning over on his ribcage, and then standing up, brushing off the dust from his robes. "Harry?" Came a soft voice from behind him. Harry spun around. "OH! Hermione!" He said quickly. He tried to find the right words to say. "Listen, I-I-I-I uh...I'm really sor-" He began, but was interrupted. "What are you doing back here, so soon?" Hermione asked coldly. "It's not as if I wanted you back, anyway. You were right, I was much better off without you. I DON'T need you!" she said, before stalking off towards the Girls' Dormitories. Harry sighed, and ran up to the Boys' Dormitory.
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
He carefully avoided eye contact with James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius when they passed him coming out of the dormitory. He was so jealous. Jealous of the fact that Hermione would choose the past over him. 'I hate Hermione.' Harry thought coldly. 'I'm not going to even bother trying to make up with her. She's turned on me.' Hermione's words were resounding in his head. 'I don't need you...I don't need you...I don't need you...' The words pulled and cut at his heartstrings. It wasn't the fact that the words were...how they were said, it was that it was his best friend that said it. 'That's it. If Hermione wants to play like that, I can, too. She is now being changed from best friend to mere acquaintance. I hate Hermione.' Was all he could think of, but in his heart, he was only lying to himself, but quickly realized he was going to be in the dormitory, and couldn't do that when he was standing against a stone wall. He ran into the dormitory.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
When he got to his bed, he flopped onto his bed, facing into his pillow. 'I hate Hermione.' Harry thought. But he knew he was just lying to himself. He once again sighed. Then, as he had been the night before, started silently crying. After about 2 hours, his pillow was soaked, and he was breathless. 'Once again, you've proven yourself to be weaker than Neville, and you're actually doing something that a girl would do—cry over the person you like.' Harry thought to himself.
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
So, Harry stayed in bed, for 9 hours. He eventually got up to go to the bathroom, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red, and so was his face, which was strange, because he was normally pale. He was still extremely skinny and weak, and he didn't think his legs were working right. He had had trouble getting 10 feet to the bathroom. He heard the door open. Fortunately, his bed was nearest to the bathroom, so he barely had to run and jump to get to his bed. He covered himself in blankets, and buried his face in his pillows.
"He really needs to learn some manners." Said Sirius. "Yeah, making that poor girl cry like that." Agreed Remus. "I know, what a selfish punk!" James added. Peter kept quiet. Harry figured they were talking about him until— "Snivellus is such a loser! Pushing Lily into the wall like that, just because she was being nice. It's his fault he dropped his books, he should help himself, but Lily just has to be so nice---"
Harry once again started to hate Snape. Once again, he had managed to upset Lily, which upset Harry because she was such a nice girl and— Snape didn't deserve to be treated well at all. Subconsciously, Harry dropped his arm over the edge of the bed. The other boys noticed, and Remus said, "Looks like somebody likes to eavesdrop." Harry could hear the footsteps drawing nearer. His body stiffened, and he froze. His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was going to have a stroke. He closed his eyes, and without thinking, he brought his arm back up to the side of the bed. He felt someone sitting on the edge of the bed.
Harry stopped breathing. For a split second, he felt dead. Everything happened so fast. He was being turned around, and his body was stiff, his skin cold, and his eyes closed, making it seem as if he were dead. For some really unbeknownst reason, he opened his eyes, showing off the red puffiness of them. At the sight of Sirius' face, he started breathing again. His body softened, and his skin warmed. Looking up at Sirius, he hadn't been too mad at anyone. Except for Snape, that is. "Hey, so...I see you're back from the future...again." He said slowly. Harry stayed silent. "So, your friend told me about what happened earlier, and I'm sorry. She never really was that upset with you, she just makes it seem like that." Sirius explained. Apparently, Hermione had told Sirius more than him.
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
"So...what's up? There's not much that's happened in the last two days, so...uh...yeah." Sirius said lamely. "I'm really sorry that she yelled at you, and made you so upset. You know girls, though. They always think they're the dominant species. Who needs them, anyway?" Harry nodded. "Well, I think she found a new boyfriend though. It's not official, but she's been seeing a lot of Peter lately and..." Sirius trailed off. 'My God, she's seeing the traitor. Now I really DO hate her. She is now officially a traitor.' Harry thought in disgust. Pulling free of Sirius' grasp, he exited the dormitory. He didn't bother to listen to any of the people in the common room, including Hermione, whom he passed on his way out of the common room. He had bumped into her, and she had turned around to see who had hit her, and nobody was there; Harry had quickly run from the area.
Hermione sat, sulking in the Common Room alone. She couldn't believe he was acting so...childish. Maybe her outburst had caused this whole thing. 'No, couldn't have been.' She thought. She was never one to admit she was wrong. "Hermione! How are you? It's like I haven't talked to you in ages!" came Lily's voice from behind. Hermione forced a smile, and Lily sat down next to her. "So, how have you been?" Lily asked happily. "You look upset. What's wrong? I can't see why you're so—Oh, I know, it's that evil son of mine, isn't it?" She added. 'I shouldn't be perfect, because I'm not.' Hermione thought. "No! It's not his fault! It's mine. If I hadn't said what I did, he might not be so upset. I'm really sorry, but he won't talk to me." Hermione said in one breath. Lily looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry. I know he'll talk to you again, but...I'm not exactly sure how. You're best friends, for god's sake, and I know he'll talk to you. I just know it." Lily said supportively.
"How? He won't even look at me. He won't stay in the same room for 1 minute, and he's always wandering around the school. He doesn't hold still, even when he sleeps. If he sleeps at all." Hermione pouted. Lily pondered on this. "Hermione, if he doesn't sleep and you say he doesn't hold still, that means he won't stay in the same room with James, either. He's just as mad at him, maybe more. He leaves the room when everyone else goes to bed. Don't you get it? He won't leave the common room, and that's where he goes. He just leaves the dormitories and stays up all night. It's no wonder he doesn't talk to anyone. He thinks everyone hates him." Lily explained. Hermione's eyes widened, and she said, "Thank you! Thank You!! You won't regret this, I promise!" and fled the common room, out to the rest of the school.
Turning a corner, and striding down a corridor, Hermione looked around anxiously for her friend. "Where in the world is he?" she asked herself. As if on cue, Harry came down from a staircase as though he was absentminded, and stepped down slowly. Lifting his head, he saw Hermione, turned around, and walked in the other direction. "Harry! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with me?" She shouted, but he'd already turned a corner and left.
Flopping down on his bed, Harry looked around the dormitory, making sure that nobody was inside it before drawing his curtains, and going to bed. Several hours later, he awoke from a bad dream, and carefully poked his head outside of his bed, looked around, and saw that everyone was in bed. Silently, he got out of bed, and slowly walked out of the dormitory towards the common room.
Sitting in the big armchair, he looked into what was once flames and they had since died down. He sighed; nothing was ever going to be the same again. His throat began to burn, and his eyes began to water. 'Mama Mia, here we go again.' He thought. But his tears never had the chance to fall; Hermione's voice came floating from the stairs. "Harry? What are you doing up so late. It's 2:00 in the morning, you should be sleeping." She said softly. "First of all, I'm not up late if it's two-in-the-morning, and I always stay up late. I couldn't sleep, Miss Know-It-All." His voice was hoarse. Hermione looked at him curiously, and walked over to the armchair. She couldn't see his face properly, because the flames had died down. "Lumos," she muttered, lighting the tip of her wand, and holding it up in front of his face.
Her mind was shattered at what she saw. His once-green eyes had since then paled to a light gray, and the black under his eyes was almost as dark as Malfoy's heart. His eyes were also red, and his face was thinner than usual, and his bones and blood vessels were almost all visible from him not eating. This whole time that Hermione was looking him over, Harry was looking down, and making sure that she didn't notice anything else. Finally, she lifted the sleeve of his shirt and said, "It wasn't just a scratch. You lied; you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Harry looked up into her chocolate brown eyes, and slowly, reluctantly, and sadly, he nodded. "Why? Why did you do it? If you were that upset, you should've just come back---or forward...whatever. You would've still had me or Ron." Hermione said desperately.
Harry only shrugged. "I guess I really didn't think about—" "That's right. You didn't think, you prat! You're so pathetic, and I can't believe you'd do something so-so-so-so idiotic! Honestly! And you are right! You're just a kid, but you still need to grow up!" Hermione burst out. Harry stayed silent. "Good, you're finally learning to keep quiet when you need to. The last thing I need is some fool like you complaining with that whole 'Woe is me, woe is me' garbage!" That was the flaw that broke the camel's back. "Listen, if you honestly hate me that much, you could've just said so. I don't need you. You were right." Harry said icily, turning to walk back up to the dormitory. "And just where do you think you're going?" Hermione said in an Umbridge- like tone. Harry stopped and turned. "Not that you care, Mudblood, but I'm leaving you here for the rest of forever. Have a nice life with your new boyfriend." Hermione was shocked that he'd actually call her that. She then felt extremely ashamed of her outburst.
'Why does he always have to get mad at me for the worst kinds of things?' Hermione thought. Lily came down a few minutes later. "Judging by the fact that you're standing in here alone and I woke up to you screaming, I would have to say that that didn't go too well." She said, sighing. Hermione nodded. "I don't see why you must do that. He's very...well, he's emotionally unstable, you can tell." Lily said. "You know, I don't understand why, but I think he's trying to avoid you. What did you say to him a few days ago, anyway?" Lily asked. Hermione swallowed hard, and then started repeating all of her words from 2 days before. "I told him I didn't need him, that he was worthless, and nobody needed him...at all." Hermione said sadly. "That's probably the worst thing you could've told him, you know." Lily said disapprovingly.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
"I know. I can't believe I said that. He's going to hate me now and forever, and he'll never want to see me again. I'm so sorry. He won't believe that, now. He's just going to push it all away, and he's probably going to stop playing Quidditch, and- Oh, no. He has a game in two days. If I don't make up with him, he'll mess up and lose. The team hates it when he loses." Hermione said sadly.
"Why is it 'when he loses'? What position does he play?" Lily asked. "Seeker. He's the most important player on the team. If he loses, it's like...Voldemort wins; everyone hates him, and he's never forgiven by them, and he'll have to transfer schools. Oh, great. Me and my big mouth." Hermione said.
In the dormitory, Harry was writing a note to Sirius, telling him everything Hermione had said. He dropped the note on his bed, and left the past. It was time for Quidditch practice.
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A/N: So, what do you think? Will...
Harry and Hermione make up before it's too late?
Harry win the Quidditch Match?
Harry make up with his father?
Sirius get the note?
Hedwig be okay? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER NINE: UNTITLED FOR NOW. PLUS, ENJOY EVERYTHING ELSE I'M PLANNING ON WRITING, INCLUDING:
Grave Dance: Harry has a correct vision in his sleep of Voldemort dancing on his grave
Magic Guns: Short Fic about Harry going to defeat Voldemort, and getting a little bit more than he bargained for.
Harry Potter and the Case of the Missing Boxers: Title speaks for itself.