OK! Finally! So sorry for the delay!
I know Dumbledore hasn't really played a big part in the story yet and yes,
he is in this one. I would of had him in here earlier with countless other
things happening but I don't want this to be a mini Harry Potter novel, and
focus too much away from what this is: A H/Hr romance. So here it is, don't
worry-Harry's had some TLC down in my place and he'll be back to normal,
hehe.
Excuse my writing---lately it's been pretty 'OK', I've been rushed. I like to make sure my chapters are good before I submit but so much work!! Grrr!
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Professor McGonagall walked down the hall, with Harry behind her heels. She brought him to her office and he sat down, not looking her in the eyes. She was known for her 'looks' and right now, Harry wasn't in the mood to see one. His mind buzzed with different emotions when they had walked down the hall. He was in one of McGonagall's big gold and red chairs and he didn't want to explain anything at the moment; he felt humiliated for his acts.
He looked up finally after he heard McGonagall sigh. She wasn't scowling at him, which was better than nothing. She looked worried and searched Harry for any explanation for him.
"Harry," she said at last, "I don't know what happened out there and I don't propose I will try to find out. That last detention was long enough so you will not need to go through anymore for this event. I am sorry for the major point deduction but I need to do my job here and make sure you remember your consequences." She said at last, and her voice was soft and nothing near her usual stern, teaching voice. "Believe me, I don't like taking points from my own house."
He wanted to respond back to her mild smile but he couldn't. He felt heavy guilt, and he wasn't sure why. After what Malfoy said about Neville's parents, Harry thought he would never feel sorry for what he did to him, but he did and he felt like dirt.
"I hope you won't do this again," She said, "I know you've had a difficult last two years and I'm not about to say I understand what you feel because I don't. But if you need anything at all, you're not alone in this." Harry nodded and she stood up. She wasn't trying to get into his mind on how he felt and she didn't avoid him and leave him to his own feelings...and Harry felt comfort in that.
"Before I let you get back out to class, I want you to follow me to the Headmaster's Office." She said at last.
Harry was already out of his seat and he finally spoke and looked her straight in the eyes, "No, I think I can take it from here." But Professor McGonagall was already out the door and he knew he had to follow.
He followed her to the familiar hallway to his office and she spoke the password to let him in (Bertie Bott). He walked into the office, dreading it as old memories filled his mind. Dumbledore was in a corner, looking for a particular book on the shelf and Harry stepped towards his desk. He looked at his trinkets on the desks and tables and felt like an idiot to be back in here. Last time, he would have probably thrown it clear across the room. Dumbledore turned around and he wasn't surprised to see Harry standing there in the middle of his office. He signaled him to sit down and Harry did.
"Hello, Harry," Dumbledore said and he relaxed in his chair, "I know what happened, and I have nothing else to add to what Pr. McGonagall has already said." He said and sighed. Harry looked over behind him and saw Phoenix cleaning her feathers on her golden perch. She looked radiant and as proud as ever and she cooed quietly.
Dumbledore sat up and went to her perch. He stroked her flaming-red feathers and she chirped loudly in her serenity. He closed his eyes, weary from age and deep thought and said, "I haven't been there for you as much this year. If you've noticed, I haven't called you in my office on random occasions or gone up to you myself to see if you need any consoling. In the years I've known you, Harry, I thought you would like it better to take it by yourself, rather than being flooded by teachers with sympathy. But if I'm wrong with my assumption, let me know. There is still a lot to know about you, Harry Potter." Harry stared at Phoenix and glanced at Dumbledore out of slight appreciation, even though a pang hit his heart with Sirius on his mind.
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Hermione, Lavender, and Ron sat in the Common Room by the fire, with their class's work sprawled all over the table and floor. Hermione sat on the floor and worked quietly on the floor as she tried to read her assigned chapter in Herbology. She realized she had been reading the same paragraph about Dittany and Wolfsbane for the last ten minutes, not advancing to anywhere. Ron and Lavender helped each other on the couch with their Divination work, frequently changing the subject and then continuing their work for another two minutes.
Hermione tried once again, this time reading it slightly to herself, but it was no use. She couldn't concentrate with her mind muddled with other thoughts. She checked the Portrait Hole every few seconds, hoping that Harry would be coming through.
"I wonder where Harry has been," Lavender said half-mindedly.
"Probably detention, or something," Ron mumbled.
"I've never seen Harry that mad before," Lavender said and suddenly Hermione wished they would shut up.
"You can't blame him from what he's been through," Ron said.
Hermione glared at him, "It has nothing to do with last year."
Lavender bit her cheek and knew that maybe it wasn't the best time to be talking about Harry, but she decided to not come in on something that she wasn't involved with.
Ron gave her a skeptical look and said, "Oh, come off it, Hermione. You and I know that Harry has changed since last year."
"No he hasn't! You don't know anything about that!" She snapped gravely.
"And you do?" He snapped back and Lavender wrung her hands uncomfortably.
"I forgot to-um, I need...yeah," She said and walked up swiftly up the stairs.
Hermione waited until she heard her go up the stairs and turned back to Ron. "Why do you act like Harry's some fuse ready to blow?! Nothing has made him change!"
Ron dropped his book off his lap onto the table and he cried out of frustration, "But there is! You can't expect him to be the same year after year, after he has battled the Dark Lord and seen people die in front of his eyes! You don't know anything about him!"
Hermione stood up bluntly, "Don't tell me what I know and don't know about him!!" She cried and grabbed her books and rushed out of the room. Ron clenched his teeth and didn't watch her walk off. She stomped up the stairs and before she reached the door to the dorm, she heard the Portrait Door open and she stopped. She heard Harry's voice weakly and she wanted more than anything to run back down there. Then she turned the doorknob and walked into the girls' dorm.
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Hermione set her books on her bed and walked to the bathroom without looking too obvious that something was wrong. Lavender was doing her homework on the floor and saw Hermione slam the door of the bathroom. She thought of asking her if she was all right, but she kept her mouth shut like before and tried to turn back to her homework. The rest of the girls took no notice of her.
Hermione took in front of the mirror and supported herself on the sink. Her arms were shaking and she burst out crying. She wasn't even sure why she was, but she didn't try to fight it. It's just so stupid, she thought, just so stupid. Was she really crying over Harry? Her mind tried to keep stubborn but she started to doubt. I know enough about Harry, she thought, don't I know him well enough? Then she kicked herself mentally for sounding for ignorant. There's more about him that I'll never know, she thought and she felt better the more she cried.
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Aarrgg! That was too short for my liking, but I don't really like this chapter. Hope all the HP facts are right in this story, I'm sort of distracted right now and trying to get this chapter up. Hopefully chapter 22 will start to pick up the pace, but I would like to know what you thought of this chappie. Thanks, you all are awesome. ;)
Excuse my writing---lately it's been pretty 'OK', I've been rushed. I like to make sure my chapters are good before I submit but so much work!! Grrr!
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Professor McGonagall walked down the hall, with Harry behind her heels. She brought him to her office and he sat down, not looking her in the eyes. She was known for her 'looks' and right now, Harry wasn't in the mood to see one. His mind buzzed with different emotions when they had walked down the hall. He was in one of McGonagall's big gold and red chairs and he didn't want to explain anything at the moment; he felt humiliated for his acts.
He looked up finally after he heard McGonagall sigh. She wasn't scowling at him, which was better than nothing. She looked worried and searched Harry for any explanation for him.
"Harry," she said at last, "I don't know what happened out there and I don't propose I will try to find out. That last detention was long enough so you will not need to go through anymore for this event. I am sorry for the major point deduction but I need to do my job here and make sure you remember your consequences." She said at last, and her voice was soft and nothing near her usual stern, teaching voice. "Believe me, I don't like taking points from my own house."
He wanted to respond back to her mild smile but he couldn't. He felt heavy guilt, and he wasn't sure why. After what Malfoy said about Neville's parents, Harry thought he would never feel sorry for what he did to him, but he did and he felt like dirt.
"I hope you won't do this again," She said, "I know you've had a difficult last two years and I'm not about to say I understand what you feel because I don't. But if you need anything at all, you're not alone in this." Harry nodded and she stood up. She wasn't trying to get into his mind on how he felt and she didn't avoid him and leave him to his own feelings...and Harry felt comfort in that.
"Before I let you get back out to class, I want you to follow me to the Headmaster's Office." She said at last.
Harry was already out of his seat and he finally spoke and looked her straight in the eyes, "No, I think I can take it from here." But Professor McGonagall was already out the door and he knew he had to follow.
He followed her to the familiar hallway to his office and she spoke the password to let him in (Bertie Bott). He walked into the office, dreading it as old memories filled his mind. Dumbledore was in a corner, looking for a particular book on the shelf and Harry stepped towards his desk. He looked at his trinkets on the desks and tables and felt like an idiot to be back in here. Last time, he would have probably thrown it clear across the room. Dumbledore turned around and he wasn't surprised to see Harry standing there in the middle of his office. He signaled him to sit down and Harry did.
"Hello, Harry," Dumbledore said and he relaxed in his chair, "I know what happened, and I have nothing else to add to what Pr. McGonagall has already said." He said and sighed. Harry looked over behind him and saw Phoenix cleaning her feathers on her golden perch. She looked radiant and as proud as ever and she cooed quietly.
Dumbledore sat up and went to her perch. He stroked her flaming-red feathers and she chirped loudly in her serenity. He closed his eyes, weary from age and deep thought and said, "I haven't been there for you as much this year. If you've noticed, I haven't called you in my office on random occasions or gone up to you myself to see if you need any consoling. In the years I've known you, Harry, I thought you would like it better to take it by yourself, rather than being flooded by teachers with sympathy. But if I'm wrong with my assumption, let me know. There is still a lot to know about you, Harry Potter." Harry stared at Phoenix and glanced at Dumbledore out of slight appreciation, even though a pang hit his heart with Sirius on his mind.
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Hermione, Lavender, and Ron sat in the Common Room by the fire, with their class's work sprawled all over the table and floor. Hermione sat on the floor and worked quietly on the floor as she tried to read her assigned chapter in Herbology. She realized she had been reading the same paragraph about Dittany and Wolfsbane for the last ten minutes, not advancing to anywhere. Ron and Lavender helped each other on the couch with their Divination work, frequently changing the subject and then continuing their work for another two minutes.
Hermione tried once again, this time reading it slightly to herself, but it was no use. She couldn't concentrate with her mind muddled with other thoughts. She checked the Portrait Hole every few seconds, hoping that Harry would be coming through.
"I wonder where Harry has been," Lavender said half-mindedly.
"Probably detention, or something," Ron mumbled.
"I've never seen Harry that mad before," Lavender said and suddenly Hermione wished they would shut up.
"You can't blame him from what he's been through," Ron said.
Hermione glared at him, "It has nothing to do with last year."
Lavender bit her cheek and knew that maybe it wasn't the best time to be talking about Harry, but she decided to not come in on something that she wasn't involved with.
Ron gave her a skeptical look and said, "Oh, come off it, Hermione. You and I know that Harry has changed since last year."
"No he hasn't! You don't know anything about that!" She snapped gravely.
"And you do?" He snapped back and Lavender wrung her hands uncomfortably.
"I forgot to-um, I need...yeah," She said and walked up swiftly up the stairs.
Hermione waited until she heard her go up the stairs and turned back to Ron. "Why do you act like Harry's some fuse ready to blow?! Nothing has made him change!"
Ron dropped his book off his lap onto the table and he cried out of frustration, "But there is! You can't expect him to be the same year after year, after he has battled the Dark Lord and seen people die in front of his eyes! You don't know anything about him!"
Hermione stood up bluntly, "Don't tell me what I know and don't know about him!!" She cried and grabbed her books and rushed out of the room. Ron clenched his teeth and didn't watch her walk off. She stomped up the stairs and before she reached the door to the dorm, she heard the Portrait Door open and she stopped. She heard Harry's voice weakly and she wanted more than anything to run back down there. Then she turned the doorknob and walked into the girls' dorm.
~`+`~
Hermione set her books on her bed and walked to the bathroom without looking too obvious that something was wrong. Lavender was doing her homework on the floor and saw Hermione slam the door of the bathroom. She thought of asking her if she was all right, but she kept her mouth shut like before and tried to turn back to her homework. The rest of the girls took no notice of her.
Hermione took in front of the mirror and supported herself on the sink. Her arms were shaking and she burst out crying. She wasn't even sure why she was, but she didn't try to fight it. It's just so stupid, she thought, just so stupid. Was she really crying over Harry? Her mind tried to keep stubborn but she started to doubt. I know enough about Harry, she thought, don't I know him well enough? Then she kicked herself mentally for sounding for ignorant. There's more about him that I'll never know, she thought and she felt better the more she cried.
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Aarrgg! That was too short for my liking, but I don't really like this chapter. Hope all the HP facts are right in this story, I'm sort of distracted right now and trying to get this chapter up. Hopefully chapter 22 will start to pick up the pace, but I would like to know what you thought of this chappie. Thanks, you all are awesome. ;)
