Chapter Nine
Hogwarts ended and Harry drifted for a month, staying wherever he was welcome, a few days with Neville (Before his Grandmother went spare and made him leave), a few weeks at the Burrow, and presently at Hermione's, waiting for the call, that they have indeed gotten the flat, can come over and sign the lease, and then move on in.
A few days later, the first of July, Harry and Hermione finally got that call, could they come over that afternoon? Of course, and off the two went to round up Neville and Ron, now an Official Chudley Cannon!
They could move in the next day! So the whole lot of them rounded up there things, making sure they were set to move in.
July 2nd, They get the keys from the landlord and start the move, first apparating there things to Hermione's parents garage, or at least that's what Ron and Neville did, and then the four packed there things into moving truck and Hermione drove them over, being the only one with a driver's license. They brought up a few things, and toured there new flat, figuring out whom would be in which room, they decided Harry and Ron would be in the large bedroom, while Neville and Hermione would take the two smaller ones. They found a nice little kitchen equipped with a refrigerator and electric (eklectic, as Ron called it) stove, a quite large living room, and a bathroom. Also there was a balcony, with sliding glass doors off of the living area, the entire apartment, except the bathroom and kitchen area had wooden floors.
Harry brought up his trunk and Hedwig's cage and that was it for his moving. They only had to carry there things up two flights of stairs before they could magic it the rest of the way, the first two floors being occupied by Muggles, and the upper two occupied by witches and wizards, including numerous Diagon University Students, mostly upper classmen and masters degree level students.
It took all of the daylight hours to move in, that with an hour lunch break and numerous breaks on the side.
After that Hermione returned the truck to her parents' house, who would return it the next day and she apparated to there new flat, time to sort through the boxes and odds and ends.
"Who brought this uh..." Harry opened the box to look, "Kitchen stuff?"
"I did, put it in the kitchen you git!"
"Righto."
By the next morning they were all exhausted, but finished putting the boxes in there rightful rooms.
They had a bit of furniture, an old couch from Hermione, a couple of ancient armchairs from the burrow, and an old set of kitchen table and chairs from Neville.
They all conked out at around six in the morning, Harry on the old couch, with a robe over him.
Around noon, Hermione wakes, to find Harry on the couch. "Harry..... Harry," she called.
"Waz tha matta?" He popped up.
"Don't you have a bed?"
"No, a trunk, and cage."
"Shall we go shopping?"
"Where?"
"A furniture store?"
"That would help wouldn't it? Plus we probably need some food, you think?"
"What do you think?"
"Yeah," he said with a silly expression.
"You set to go?"
"Yeah, I'm all dressed if that's what your asking."
"You slept in all your clothes, jeans included?"
"Yeah," she gave him a funny look, "I was tired!"
"Understandable, we all were, but...."
"I know, I'm the only one without a bed and I'm the only one who slept in my clothes, I got it."
"Ready to go?"
"I'm dressed aren't I?"
"Shoes, Harry."
"Right, at least I took those off!"
She just laughed at him. "Let's just go, Harry."
"Should we leave a note?"
"We're all adults, but probably," she scribbled a note, and left it on the table.
They entered a muggle furniture store. "Harry, so you need a mattress, bed frame, do you have anywhere to put your clothes?"
"The hall closet?"
"How about a bureau?"
"That would be a good idea, and a night table and lamp and...."
"Slow down there, Harry, let's look around and see what you like, alright?"
"Yeah."
"I like that one," Harry said pointing at an antique looking bureau.
"Alright, I'll take down the number; we can tell them what you'd like when we're done."
"Great."
Harry picked out a night table, with two large drawers, a bookshelf, and desk set, now onto the mattresses.
"How do I pick out a mattress?"
"Lay on them till you find one you find comfortable."
"Okay."
"What size do you want?"
"Size?"
"Yeah, twin, full, queen, or king." Harry gave her a quizzical look.
"A small one or a huge one, Harry, the smallest one is Twin sized, the little bit bigger one is full sized, the next one up is Queen, and the largest one there is King."
"I .... I'll go for the twin; I am sharing a room with Ron."
"Good choice, pick one out." They started to lie on the mattresses till they found a comfortable one. ..........
"This one is more comfortable then the one I have."
"So is it a good choice?"
"If you think it is."
"I do, now what, we're done right?"
"If we've gotten everything you want?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go check out."
They paid and the furniture would be delivered at 6, that evening.
"Is that all I need, Hermione?"
"Do you have any bedding?"
"No."
"Then, let's go."
They went to a store that sold, just about everything, and Harry bought: sheets, pillows, pillowcases, a comforter, and a throw. Greens, is the color scheme he bought.
They got home at 5:45, just before the deliverymen, whom they met at the front steps, and showed them up the stairs, bringing Harry's furniture up to there apartment. Ron and Neville opening the door, letting the convoy in.
"Where shall we put this?" asked a deliveryman.
"Just leave it here, we'll get it." They left Harry's things in the entrance way, and living room.
The four moved it all into Harry and Ron's room.
Ron taking up the side of the room closer to the door, Harry getting the side by the window.
July passed, Neville and Harry turned eighteen. Leaving Hermione the youngest in the flat.
Through the month they accumulated all kinds of junk, Wizarding and muggle alike; a stereo system, plants, a kitchen cabinet full of Ramon noodles, since that was the only thing Ron seemed to be able to cook, without a wand or microwave, a microwave, Ron bought another owl, so he wouldn't kill Hedwig, writing, to who the other three don't know, a telephone, which baffled Ron and Neville, a toaster, which Ron loved, a Wizarding wireless, which sent shivers down the spines of Harry and Hermione, growing up in the muggle world, a television, VCR & numerous videos, and hundreds of magnets.
Now, why magnets? Well how else would they leave messages to each other? Or grocery lists and money, each pitching in about fifty a month for groceries.
"Harry?" Ron asked one night in there room.
"Hmm, what Ron?"
"Why do you have so much green? Why is most of your stuff green?" Motioning to his bed.
"I like green...."
"But you're a Gryffindor! Red mate, RED!"
"What if I had been a Slytherin, would you have been my friend, then?"
Ron stared at him in shock.
"Why? Why would you even think that Harry?" Ron yelled.
"Well, I thought of it since our first sorting feast, what if?"
"Why?"
"The Hat."
"What about the Hat?"
"It wanted to put me in Slytherin, said I would have done well in Slytherin."
"SLYTHERIN, IT WANTED TO PUT YOU IN SLYTHERIN! THAT'S BLOODY HORRIFYING!"
Hermione and Neville rushed into see what was the matter; since Ron was yelling.
"What's going on in here?" Hermione asked.
"Ron was obsessing over all of my green things, and I told him..." Ron cut him off.
"THE HAT WANTED TO PUT HIM IN SLYTHERIN!" Ron yelled, gesturing wildly at Harry.
Neville looked on in shock as Hermione went on the say:
"It wanted to put in me Ravenclaw," Hermione stated, "Has he gone off his rocker or is he telling the truth, Harry?"
"The truth, the sorting hat said I could do great things in Slytherin."
"Then how did you end up a Gryffindor, then Harry?" Neville asked.
"I asked it not to be in Slytherin, and you all know the rest, more or less, it's one of the decisions I made which set me apart from Riddle," he snarled the last word........
"Neville it could have been you!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"You could have been it, it could have been you instead of me, be glad it wasn't you, be glad your not like him!"
"Are you talking about Voldemort, Harry? Harry your nothing like him!" Hermione exclaimed, moving to sit next to Harry on his bed. Neville sitting baffled on Harry's desk chair, Ron on his still confused.
"I am, we were both half-bloods, it's why he picked me, and not you," Harry said looking at the baffled Neville.
"Harry is this something about the," she was cut off.
"The Prophecy, yes," he sneered.
"But I broke it!" Neville exclaimed.
"Dumbledore was there, Dumbledore knew it! He knew it the entire time! He could have told me first year, second year, third... any year, but no he had to wait till after I caused the death of Sirius, he could have told me! Spared us the trip which caused his death!"
"Harry, what does Neville have to do with any of this?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I've fulfilled the prophecy, I can tell you now, 'The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches.... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.... The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies.' (HPATOOTP, page 841), that's why Trelawney was hired; she was the one who gave the prophecy. Neville he could have chosen you instead of me, he didn't, because I'm more like him, a half-blood."
The others stared at him in shock.
Ten minutes later, after much mulling over the prophecy, "Why didn't you tell us, Harry?" Hermione demanded.
"I didn't want to worry you," he said looking directly at her.
Which got Ron smiling.
"What if he had chosen me?" Neville got out in a strangled voice.
"Well, there's nothing to worry about anymore is there, no more dark lord, just petty criminals, if it had been you, you would've defeated the bastard! Just like I did!"
"Harry, you could have, should have told us, we would have helped you, supported you, you wouldn't have kept it bottled up for so long, alone with it for so long, whatever you did worried us anyway, Harry, the way you were sixth year, more to normalcy, seventh, but you could have told us!" Hermione said, obviously meaning more me, then us.
"Well, it all makes sense now, why you were the way you were, plus you had the death of.... Sirius Black, your godfather," Neville added.
Ron is still wrapped up in silence. "Ron, are you alright?"
He nodded, tongue tied, too much revealed for him to handle in one night, I guess.
"Anything to add to those to then, Ron?" Harry asked.
"BLOODY HELL!"
"Nice addition."
~~~~~~
Authors Note: Sorry, haven't had one in awhile, been sending em' to my beta then straight to posting. If anyone has any suggestions on college/university, how it should be, for them, drop me a line, my e-mail is: ears91@beethoven.com
I don't start till next fall, being a high school senior. So if anyone can help let me know. Thanks for the reviews, and thanks to my beta, Kendra.
If no one makes any suggestions, oh and classes they could take, I'll probably jump straight to second semester of college, have big plans for then :-) I'll just let you know that Harry is going to study in a foreign country, and that's all I'll let slip :-)
-ears91
Oh, if anyone has AOL Instant messenger, and has suggestions or just for the heck of it, my name there is: screminshout
Hogwarts ended and Harry drifted for a month, staying wherever he was welcome, a few days with Neville (Before his Grandmother went spare and made him leave), a few weeks at the Burrow, and presently at Hermione's, waiting for the call, that they have indeed gotten the flat, can come over and sign the lease, and then move on in.
A few days later, the first of July, Harry and Hermione finally got that call, could they come over that afternoon? Of course, and off the two went to round up Neville and Ron, now an Official Chudley Cannon!
They could move in the next day! So the whole lot of them rounded up there things, making sure they were set to move in.
July 2nd, They get the keys from the landlord and start the move, first apparating there things to Hermione's parents garage, or at least that's what Ron and Neville did, and then the four packed there things into moving truck and Hermione drove them over, being the only one with a driver's license. They brought up a few things, and toured there new flat, figuring out whom would be in which room, they decided Harry and Ron would be in the large bedroom, while Neville and Hermione would take the two smaller ones. They found a nice little kitchen equipped with a refrigerator and electric (eklectic, as Ron called it) stove, a quite large living room, and a bathroom. Also there was a balcony, with sliding glass doors off of the living area, the entire apartment, except the bathroom and kitchen area had wooden floors.
Harry brought up his trunk and Hedwig's cage and that was it for his moving. They only had to carry there things up two flights of stairs before they could magic it the rest of the way, the first two floors being occupied by Muggles, and the upper two occupied by witches and wizards, including numerous Diagon University Students, mostly upper classmen and masters degree level students.
It took all of the daylight hours to move in, that with an hour lunch break and numerous breaks on the side.
After that Hermione returned the truck to her parents' house, who would return it the next day and she apparated to there new flat, time to sort through the boxes and odds and ends.
"Who brought this uh..." Harry opened the box to look, "Kitchen stuff?"
"I did, put it in the kitchen you git!"
"Righto."
By the next morning they were all exhausted, but finished putting the boxes in there rightful rooms.
They had a bit of furniture, an old couch from Hermione, a couple of ancient armchairs from the burrow, and an old set of kitchen table and chairs from Neville.
They all conked out at around six in the morning, Harry on the old couch, with a robe over him.
Around noon, Hermione wakes, to find Harry on the couch. "Harry..... Harry," she called.
"Waz tha matta?" He popped up.
"Don't you have a bed?"
"No, a trunk, and cage."
"Shall we go shopping?"
"Where?"
"A furniture store?"
"That would help wouldn't it? Plus we probably need some food, you think?"
"What do you think?"
"Yeah," he said with a silly expression.
"You set to go?"
"Yeah, I'm all dressed if that's what your asking."
"You slept in all your clothes, jeans included?"
"Yeah," she gave him a funny look, "I was tired!"
"Understandable, we all were, but...."
"I know, I'm the only one without a bed and I'm the only one who slept in my clothes, I got it."
"Ready to go?"
"I'm dressed aren't I?"
"Shoes, Harry."
"Right, at least I took those off!"
She just laughed at him. "Let's just go, Harry."
"Should we leave a note?"
"We're all adults, but probably," she scribbled a note, and left it on the table.
They entered a muggle furniture store. "Harry, so you need a mattress, bed frame, do you have anywhere to put your clothes?"
"The hall closet?"
"How about a bureau?"
"That would be a good idea, and a night table and lamp and...."
"Slow down there, Harry, let's look around and see what you like, alright?"
"Yeah."
"I like that one," Harry said pointing at an antique looking bureau.
"Alright, I'll take down the number; we can tell them what you'd like when we're done."
"Great."
Harry picked out a night table, with two large drawers, a bookshelf, and desk set, now onto the mattresses.
"How do I pick out a mattress?"
"Lay on them till you find one you find comfortable."
"Okay."
"What size do you want?"
"Size?"
"Yeah, twin, full, queen, or king." Harry gave her a quizzical look.
"A small one or a huge one, Harry, the smallest one is Twin sized, the little bit bigger one is full sized, the next one up is Queen, and the largest one there is King."
"I .... I'll go for the twin; I am sharing a room with Ron."
"Good choice, pick one out." They started to lie on the mattresses till they found a comfortable one. ..........
"This one is more comfortable then the one I have."
"So is it a good choice?"
"If you think it is."
"I do, now what, we're done right?"
"If we've gotten everything you want?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go check out."
They paid and the furniture would be delivered at 6, that evening.
"Is that all I need, Hermione?"
"Do you have any bedding?"
"No."
"Then, let's go."
They went to a store that sold, just about everything, and Harry bought: sheets, pillows, pillowcases, a comforter, and a throw. Greens, is the color scheme he bought.
They got home at 5:45, just before the deliverymen, whom they met at the front steps, and showed them up the stairs, bringing Harry's furniture up to there apartment. Ron and Neville opening the door, letting the convoy in.
"Where shall we put this?" asked a deliveryman.
"Just leave it here, we'll get it." They left Harry's things in the entrance way, and living room.
The four moved it all into Harry and Ron's room.
Ron taking up the side of the room closer to the door, Harry getting the side by the window.
July passed, Neville and Harry turned eighteen. Leaving Hermione the youngest in the flat.
Through the month they accumulated all kinds of junk, Wizarding and muggle alike; a stereo system, plants, a kitchen cabinet full of Ramon noodles, since that was the only thing Ron seemed to be able to cook, without a wand or microwave, a microwave, Ron bought another owl, so he wouldn't kill Hedwig, writing, to who the other three don't know, a telephone, which baffled Ron and Neville, a toaster, which Ron loved, a Wizarding wireless, which sent shivers down the spines of Harry and Hermione, growing up in the muggle world, a television, VCR & numerous videos, and hundreds of magnets.
Now, why magnets? Well how else would they leave messages to each other? Or grocery lists and money, each pitching in about fifty a month for groceries.
"Harry?" Ron asked one night in there room.
"Hmm, what Ron?"
"Why do you have so much green? Why is most of your stuff green?" Motioning to his bed.
"I like green...."
"But you're a Gryffindor! Red mate, RED!"
"What if I had been a Slytherin, would you have been my friend, then?"
Ron stared at him in shock.
"Why? Why would you even think that Harry?" Ron yelled.
"Well, I thought of it since our first sorting feast, what if?"
"Why?"
"The Hat."
"What about the Hat?"
"It wanted to put me in Slytherin, said I would have done well in Slytherin."
"SLYTHERIN, IT WANTED TO PUT YOU IN SLYTHERIN! THAT'S BLOODY HORRIFYING!"
Hermione and Neville rushed into see what was the matter; since Ron was yelling.
"What's going on in here?" Hermione asked.
"Ron was obsessing over all of my green things, and I told him..." Ron cut him off.
"THE HAT WANTED TO PUT HIM IN SLYTHERIN!" Ron yelled, gesturing wildly at Harry.
Neville looked on in shock as Hermione went on the say:
"It wanted to put in me Ravenclaw," Hermione stated, "Has he gone off his rocker or is he telling the truth, Harry?"
"The truth, the sorting hat said I could do great things in Slytherin."
"Then how did you end up a Gryffindor, then Harry?" Neville asked.
"I asked it not to be in Slytherin, and you all know the rest, more or less, it's one of the decisions I made which set me apart from Riddle," he snarled the last word........
"Neville it could have been you!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"You could have been it, it could have been you instead of me, be glad it wasn't you, be glad your not like him!"
"Are you talking about Voldemort, Harry? Harry your nothing like him!" Hermione exclaimed, moving to sit next to Harry on his bed. Neville sitting baffled on Harry's desk chair, Ron on his still confused.
"I am, we were both half-bloods, it's why he picked me, and not you," Harry said looking at the baffled Neville.
"Harry is this something about the," she was cut off.
"The Prophecy, yes," he sneered.
"But I broke it!" Neville exclaimed.
"Dumbledore was there, Dumbledore knew it! He knew it the entire time! He could have told me first year, second year, third... any year, but no he had to wait till after I caused the death of Sirius, he could have told me! Spared us the trip which caused his death!"
"Harry, what does Neville have to do with any of this?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I've fulfilled the prophecy, I can tell you now, 'The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches.... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.... The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies.' (HPATOOTP, page 841), that's why Trelawney was hired; she was the one who gave the prophecy. Neville he could have chosen you instead of me, he didn't, because I'm more like him, a half-blood."
The others stared at him in shock.
Ten minutes later, after much mulling over the prophecy, "Why didn't you tell us, Harry?" Hermione demanded.
"I didn't want to worry you," he said looking directly at her.
Which got Ron smiling.
"What if he had chosen me?" Neville got out in a strangled voice.
"Well, there's nothing to worry about anymore is there, no more dark lord, just petty criminals, if it had been you, you would've defeated the bastard! Just like I did!"
"Harry, you could have, should have told us, we would have helped you, supported you, you wouldn't have kept it bottled up for so long, alone with it for so long, whatever you did worried us anyway, Harry, the way you were sixth year, more to normalcy, seventh, but you could have told us!" Hermione said, obviously meaning more me, then us.
"Well, it all makes sense now, why you were the way you were, plus you had the death of.... Sirius Black, your godfather," Neville added.
Ron is still wrapped up in silence. "Ron, are you alright?"
He nodded, tongue tied, too much revealed for him to handle in one night, I guess.
"Anything to add to those to then, Ron?" Harry asked.
"BLOODY HELL!"
"Nice addition."
~~~~~~
Authors Note: Sorry, haven't had one in awhile, been sending em' to my beta then straight to posting. If anyone has any suggestions on college/university, how it should be, for them, drop me a line, my e-mail is: ears91@beethoven.com
I don't start till next fall, being a high school senior. So if anyone can help let me know. Thanks for the reviews, and thanks to my beta, Kendra.
If no one makes any suggestions, oh and classes they could take, I'll probably jump straight to second semester of college, have big plans for then :-) I'll just let you know that Harry is going to study in a foreign country, and that's all I'll let slip :-)
-ears91
Oh, if anyone has AOL Instant messenger, and has suggestions or just for the heck of it, my name there is: screminshout