Chapter 2; Reunion
Harry looked around. The graveyard seemed strangely familiar. He looked at the nearest tombstone, it read: Tom Riddle This sight caused many unwanted memories to flood into his brain. Suddenly a hooded figure stepped out, from behind the tombstone. 'Hello Potter.' he said, with a cold voice that made Harry's hair tingle. Harry felt a sudden rush of rage and boldness. He wasn't afraid anymore, because a part of him really wanted to die. 'Hello Voldemort.' He said coolly, 'So, Baby Potter, are you ready to tell me all about the prophecy? He hissed, anger in his voice. 'What prophecy?' Harry asked with a slight note of panic in his voice. Did he know? Did Voldemort know, that Harry knew. 'Do you really think I am that foolish? The prophecy was made to Dumbledore, he told you, I am sure of it. 'Why do you think the prophecy was made to Dumbledore?' Harry asked trying to win time. 'My follower heard the first part of the prophecy, and I can read you know... S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D . That is clearly from Sybil P. Trelawney to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. 'This is it.' Harry thought. 'I am going to die.' He started looking for his wand, only to realize he didn't have it. Then something clicked in his brain. He had held his wand and trunk when he grabbed the portkey. This wasn't real, it was all happening inside his head. He started to concentrate on occlumency. He cleared his mind and felt Voldemort retreat from his mind. 'Bye.' He said, more boldly than he really felt. He couldn't let Voldemort see his weaknesses. He pushed it all out of his mind and suddenly he felt something touch his cheek – a cold stone floor. *** 'Harry! Are you alright?' Hermione squealed, rushing towards him. He got up, but almost fell down again, because Hermione was hugging him. 'Hello Hermione!' he said, while trying to loosen Hermione's 'death grip' on his neck. She let go and watched him disapprovingly. 'Have you eaten at all during the past month?!' ' Of course I have! You are really becoming Mrs. Weasley.' He said with a grin. 'And you are becoming like Ron, and that is an insult!' she said with an even wider grin. 'I missed you.' They both said in unison. Harry blushed a bit, and gave him a friendly kiss on her cheek. At that moment Hermione's parents stepped into the hall. Hermione flashed crimson and Harry's face went redder than a tomato. 'Mum, Dad, this is Harry Potter, one of my best friends.' 'Harry this is my father, Daniel Granger, and my mother, Elizabeth Granger.' (A/N sorry, about the names, I couldn't think of names, so I just took Hermione's middle name, and another name that suited it) 'Hello, nice to finally meet you, Hermione has told us all about you.' Mr. Granger said, while shaking Harry's hand. Harry felt somewhat uncomfortable, then he remembered his manners and said: 'The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Granger.' 'Welcome to our home.' Mrs. Granger said with a smile. 'It's a pleasure to be here.' 'Hermione, would you show him, where he will be sleeping?' Mrs. Granger said sweetly. 'Oh, yeah, of course. Harry, this way.' Hermione gave him a short tour in the house. It was a nice, two-story house that was furnished in light shades. It seemed like the whole Granger family was a bit obsessed with books. There was a library in the house that was almost as big as the Hogwarts library. The library was full of muggle books. There was at least one bookshelf in every room, except the guestroom. When they reached the guestroom Hermione began to speak. 'So how have you been?' Right after asking the question she understood what she had said. 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.' 'No it's ok, my summer with the Dursleys is never enjoyable.' 'So what do you know about life in the wizarding world?' Harry asked. 'Oh, nothing. I know more about the affairs of the Weasleys.' She said, laughing. 'Affairs?' he asked, raising a brow. 'Oh, the usual stuff that Ginny told me. Percy is still an arrogant idiot. Ginny is dating Dean, and it seams that Ron has accepted it. Fred and George are often dragging weird stuff to the house, probably some of their inventions. Ron is STILL totally obsessed with Quiddich. Fred and George are in the Order. Charlie might be engaged, I'm not sure.' She says counting on her fingers. 'Anything about Voldemort?' he asks with an expecting face. Hermione didn't flinch, he was totally calm, she wasn't afraid to say/hear Voldemort's name. 'No, I haven't heard anything, Ron hasn't either.' At that moment Hermione's mother shouted: 'Dinner!!!' 'Ok, we better go.' Hermione said, as she headed to dinner. Harry really didn't want to eat, but he still went to the table. Mrs. Granger handed him a full plate, and he took it reluctantly. He tried to eat, but he couldn't swallow it. He started thinking about different things. School, friends, Sirius, Cedric, Sirius, the Weasleys, Sirius, the prophecy, Sirius, the prophecy etc. He just sat there, unaware of the fact that Hermione was watching him closely. 'Harry, why aren't you eating?' she said, her voice full of concern. 'Oh, I'm not hungry.' He excused himself, by saying that he was tired and the food was delicious. He went out without seeing a tear roll down Hermone's cheek. He stood outside, looking around. The garden was quite beautiful. The house seamed to be near a forest. There were some big trees and a pond in the garden. There was a big swing under a tree and a stone loveseat by the pond. He felt like he was going to burst. All the happiness was unbearable, he was glad that Hermione wasn't as unhappy as he was, but as much as he didn't want to admit it he was jealous of it. She had her parents, a home full of love and caring, it made him want to scream. Sirius was his last parent figure and he just let him die. If he had listened to Hermione or Dumbledore he would have been alive. He was stupid, he was always playing the hero. He sat on the seat as a gigantic wave of anger came over him. He hated himself, he hated the world, he hated everything and everybody. He felt helpless, like drowning into inner pain. He punched his fist hard into the seat. He felt tremendous pain in his hand. He looked at the seat. 'This can't be possible.' He thought. There was a crack in the seat and the seat was solid stone. 'There is probably a crack in my fist too.' He mumbled. He felt his anger fade. He saw Hermione running towards him. 'Harry, are you ok? What happened? You look like you've been electrocuted and your eyes are blazing blue?' Harry watched her dumbstruck, he hadn't done anything, he was jus feeling felt very, very angry. Then Hermione noticed the crack in the seat. 'Harry, did you do this? You aren't allowed to use magic away from school.' 'I did it,' Harry paused to think how it might sound realistic 'with my fist.' Hermione gasped. Harry noticed a strange cat peaking from behind the seat. He saw the strange features of the cat and said; 'Hello, Professor McGonagall.' Hermione's head perked up in surprise. Professor McGonagall took her human form. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. Suddenly she began to speak; 'Harry, show me your hand.' He showed his hand reluctantly, he had a strange feeling when Professor McGonagall touched his hand. His hand was bruised and swollen, but he could still move his fingers. She muttered 'reparo' and the seat was fixed. 'Harry, I think you just used magic. Please try to avoid extreme emotions, I am going to speak to Dumbledore. I am not very good at healing, but I'll try to fix your hand.' She pointed her wand at Harry and mumbled something. Harry felt the pain in his hand easing, when he looked at his hand he saw that it was healed. 'Ummm... thank you professor McGonagall.' He was once again feeling left out on something. He was being watched again and they were obviously keeping something from him. He felt his anger rising again. He looked at professor McGonagall. The professor was watching him fearfully, like she was afraid that he would explode or something. Harry then looked at his hand, witch was now glowing blue. Million thoughts raced through Harry's mind. Why, how, what is happening? He tried to calm down but he failed miserably. He felt his anger boil inside him.
He blacked out.
Harry looked around. The graveyard seemed strangely familiar. He looked at the nearest tombstone, it read: Tom Riddle This sight caused many unwanted memories to flood into his brain. Suddenly a hooded figure stepped out, from behind the tombstone. 'Hello Potter.' he said, with a cold voice that made Harry's hair tingle. Harry felt a sudden rush of rage and boldness. He wasn't afraid anymore, because a part of him really wanted to die. 'Hello Voldemort.' He said coolly, 'So, Baby Potter, are you ready to tell me all about the prophecy? He hissed, anger in his voice. 'What prophecy?' Harry asked with a slight note of panic in his voice. Did he know? Did Voldemort know, that Harry knew. 'Do you really think I am that foolish? The prophecy was made to Dumbledore, he told you, I am sure of it. 'Why do you think the prophecy was made to Dumbledore?' Harry asked trying to win time. 'My follower heard the first part of the prophecy, and I can read you know... S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D . That is clearly from Sybil P. Trelawney to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. 'This is it.' Harry thought. 'I am going to die.' He started looking for his wand, only to realize he didn't have it. Then something clicked in his brain. He had held his wand and trunk when he grabbed the portkey. This wasn't real, it was all happening inside his head. He started to concentrate on occlumency. He cleared his mind and felt Voldemort retreat from his mind. 'Bye.' He said, more boldly than he really felt. He couldn't let Voldemort see his weaknesses. He pushed it all out of his mind and suddenly he felt something touch his cheek – a cold stone floor. *** 'Harry! Are you alright?' Hermione squealed, rushing towards him. He got up, but almost fell down again, because Hermione was hugging him. 'Hello Hermione!' he said, while trying to loosen Hermione's 'death grip' on his neck. She let go and watched him disapprovingly. 'Have you eaten at all during the past month?!' ' Of course I have! You are really becoming Mrs. Weasley.' He said with a grin. 'And you are becoming like Ron, and that is an insult!' she said with an even wider grin. 'I missed you.' They both said in unison. Harry blushed a bit, and gave him a friendly kiss on her cheek. At that moment Hermione's parents stepped into the hall. Hermione flashed crimson and Harry's face went redder than a tomato. 'Mum, Dad, this is Harry Potter, one of my best friends.' 'Harry this is my father, Daniel Granger, and my mother, Elizabeth Granger.' (A/N sorry, about the names, I couldn't think of names, so I just took Hermione's middle name, and another name that suited it) 'Hello, nice to finally meet you, Hermione has told us all about you.' Mr. Granger said, while shaking Harry's hand. Harry felt somewhat uncomfortable, then he remembered his manners and said: 'The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Granger.' 'Welcome to our home.' Mrs. Granger said with a smile. 'It's a pleasure to be here.' 'Hermione, would you show him, where he will be sleeping?' Mrs. Granger said sweetly. 'Oh, yeah, of course. Harry, this way.' Hermione gave him a short tour in the house. It was a nice, two-story house that was furnished in light shades. It seemed like the whole Granger family was a bit obsessed with books. There was a library in the house that was almost as big as the Hogwarts library. The library was full of muggle books. There was at least one bookshelf in every room, except the guestroom. When they reached the guestroom Hermione began to speak. 'So how have you been?' Right after asking the question she understood what she had said. 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.' 'No it's ok, my summer with the Dursleys is never enjoyable.' 'So what do you know about life in the wizarding world?' Harry asked. 'Oh, nothing. I know more about the affairs of the Weasleys.' She said, laughing. 'Affairs?' he asked, raising a brow. 'Oh, the usual stuff that Ginny told me. Percy is still an arrogant idiot. Ginny is dating Dean, and it seams that Ron has accepted it. Fred and George are often dragging weird stuff to the house, probably some of their inventions. Ron is STILL totally obsessed with Quiddich. Fred and George are in the Order. Charlie might be engaged, I'm not sure.' She says counting on her fingers. 'Anything about Voldemort?' he asks with an expecting face. Hermione didn't flinch, he was totally calm, she wasn't afraid to say/hear Voldemort's name. 'No, I haven't heard anything, Ron hasn't either.' At that moment Hermione's mother shouted: 'Dinner!!!' 'Ok, we better go.' Hermione said, as she headed to dinner. Harry really didn't want to eat, but he still went to the table. Mrs. Granger handed him a full plate, and he took it reluctantly. He tried to eat, but he couldn't swallow it. He started thinking about different things. School, friends, Sirius, Cedric, Sirius, the Weasleys, Sirius, the prophecy, Sirius, the prophecy etc. He just sat there, unaware of the fact that Hermione was watching him closely. 'Harry, why aren't you eating?' she said, her voice full of concern. 'Oh, I'm not hungry.' He excused himself, by saying that he was tired and the food was delicious. He went out without seeing a tear roll down Hermone's cheek. He stood outside, looking around. The garden was quite beautiful. The house seamed to be near a forest. There were some big trees and a pond in the garden. There was a big swing under a tree and a stone loveseat by the pond. He felt like he was going to burst. All the happiness was unbearable, he was glad that Hermione wasn't as unhappy as he was, but as much as he didn't want to admit it he was jealous of it. She had her parents, a home full of love and caring, it made him want to scream. Sirius was his last parent figure and he just let him die. If he had listened to Hermione or Dumbledore he would have been alive. He was stupid, he was always playing the hero. He sat on the seat as a gigantic wave of anger came over him. He hated himself, he hated the world, he hated everything and everybody. He felt helpless, like drowning into inner pain. He punched his fist hard into the seat. He felt tremendous pain in his hand. He looked at the seat. 'This can't be possible.' He thought. There was a crack in the seat and the seat was solid stone. 'There is probably a crack in my fist too.' He mumbled. He felt his anger fade. He saw Hermione running towards him. 'Harry, are you ok? What happened? You look like you've been electrocuted and your eyes are blazing blue?' Harry watched her dumbstruck, he hadn't done anything, he was jus feeling felt very, very angry. Then Hermione noticed the crack in the seat. 'Harry, did you do this? You aren't allowed to use magic away from school.' 'I did it,' Harry paused to think how it might sound realistic 'with my fist.' Hermione gasped. Harry noticed a strange cat peaking from behind the seat. He saw the strange features of the cat and said; 'Hello, Professor McGonagall.' Hermione's head perked up in surprise. Professor McGonagall took her human form. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. Suddenly she began to speak; 'Harry, show me your hand.' He showed his hand reluctantly, he had a strange feeling when Professor McGonagall touched his hand. His hand was bruised and swollen, but he could still move his fingers. She muttered 'reparo' and the seat was fixed. 'Harry, I think you just used magic. Please try to avoid extreme emotions, I am going to speak to Dumbledore. I am not very good at healing, but I'll try to fix your hand.' She pointed her wand at Harry and mumbled something. Harry felt the pain in his hand easing, when he looked at his hand he saw that it was healed. 'Ummm... thank you professor McGonagall.' He was once again feeling left out on something. He was being watched again and they were obviously keeping something from him. He felt his anger rising again. He looked at professor McGonagall. The professor was watching him fearfully, like she was afraid that he would explode or something. Harry then looked at his hand, witch was now glowing blue. Million thoughts raced through Harry's mind. Why, how, what is happening? He tried to calm down but he failed miserably. He felt his anger boil inside him.
He blacked out.