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Chapter 15: Waking up and Freud
Beep.
'What was that?'
Beep.
'There it is again.'
Beep.
'What is that sound. It's starting to get on my nerves.'
BEEP.
"What, what, WHAT?" shouted a Harry Potter waking up from his coma. He looked over to his desk where his alarm clock sat. It read ten fifty six. It was also the thing that was 'beeping.' It looked like he had only been out for a day or two. He looked back at the alarm clock, specifically the date. Harry did a double take when he seen it. It read, '1, September, 1995.'
'Oh shit,' Harry thought. He could have always apparated to Kings Cross, but he felt like crap. He took the magic gauge in his hand, and held it tightly. After about three seconds, he looked at the screen on it. 'Only three percent!' Harry thought. If he apparated, he would collapse.
He abruptly remembered why he was out for close to a week. His element! Of course, he could travel by that. Moreover, it didn't take any of his reserves. He quickly got his trunk and other things ready. He concentrated on his trunk and things first. He imagined a bolt of emerald lightning taking his trunk to the most secure location near the Hogwarts Express.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot out of an outlet, surprising Harry. After it left, Harry thought it made sense, since a lightning bolt couldn't get through the roof. He quickly pushed his thoughts away, and focused on sending himself to Kings Cross, with Bubo on his shoulder. He was looking intently at the same outlet his trunk went through, expecting the same thing to happen, when a bolt came from the overhead light socket, surprising Harry. The room flickered for a few seconds, before it quit, leaving a deserted room in its wake.
It was a pleasant sensation traveling this way, Harry pondered. He was actually the bolt of lightning. It tickled a little, feeling other electrical currents going through him and traveling with him.
It ended abruptly when Harry landed roughly on his trunk. It appeared Bubo didn't take too kindly to that way of travel, as he was puffing out his chest in an indignant manner. That landing will take getting used to. He rubbed his butt, trying to get feeling back into it. He noticed he was in the bathroom on the other side of the platform 9 ¾ barrier. He was thankful he didn't have to cross into it, careful of the muggle eyes seeing him cross over.
He picked up his trunk, which was no easy feat, and proceeded to the Hogwarts Express. It was blowing the last warning whistle; Harry looked down at his watch, to see it was ten fifty eight. Families were waving good- bye to each other, crying and kissing, making Harry feel bad that no one would miss him.
He boarded the train, with a minute to spare, heading to the last compartment he, Hermione, and Ron usually got. It was empty, but Harry decided he would stay her as he could finally set his trunk down. It felt as if his arms were ready to fall off. Plus, he wouldn't get the third degree from Hermione and Ron about his summer. He really didn't feel like explaining what he was doing, and he wanted a nap.
Just when he was getting ready to doze off as the train was pulling out; the door creaked open, allowing Hedwig to come through. Apparently, he didn't close the door all the way, but that was fine since his visitor was most welcome. He beckoned her over to him, which she gladly accepted, giving a hoot to Bubo as a friendly greeting to the smaller owl. Harry lazily stroked Hedwig's head while she perched on his knee, when the door banged open, allowing Ron and Hermione to come in. they startled Harry, but he didn't show it and kept his eyes closed.
If his eyes were open, he would have seen a flustered Hermione, who was wearing some short shorts, a baby blue tank top, flip-flops, and her hair was up in a high ponytail, apparently bushy as ever. She also wasn't wearing customary wizarding clothes, which sent the boys in a commotion, and Lavender and Parvati swooning at them, wanting there own outfit like hers. No one could really blame her, as it was incredibly hot outside. If people weren't swooning over her or her outfit, they were envious of her coolness as the rest were sweating like crazy in their heavy robes.
Ron was also a little red with anger. He seemed to grow a little more, making him the tallest kid in their year, also a few other ones, with the exception of Dean Thomas, who was the tallest kid in all of Hogwarts. He also seemed to bulk up some. Harry thought he would take after his father, Bill, and Percy; being tall and skinny, but it looked like he would take after the twins and Charlie in bulk. Actually, it was looking like he would have the best of both worlds, as he was tall and bulky. He also had little beads of sweat on his forehead from the heat and wearing a tattered robe.
"Where the hell have you been?" Ron asked in anger.
"Ron, watch your language." Hermione reprimanded him.
"Shut up Hermione, I want to know where Harry's been." He exclaimed. Harry could already see, well hear the oncoming argument.
"Don't talk to me like that." She screamed, getting more flustered.
"Guys, shut up. I got here at ten fifty eight." Harry said, quelling the argument and answering Ron's question.
"Cutting it a little close, aren't we Harry?" Ron joked, forgetting his anger and the argument he almost had with Hermione.
"Why were you so late?" Hermione asked, taking in his form. It seemed he too had gotten bulky, but he was still short. They were probably the same height. His voice also gotten deeper, which was somewhat enticing, his hair was shorter, but still messy, and he had a nice set of side burns. She thought he was definitely easy on the eyes. She also noticed Ron looking over Harry in a questioning manner; well she hoped a questioning matter.
"What's up with all the changes?" he asked, not holding his tongue like his typical self.
Harry gave an angry sigh, realizing he was right with his hypothesis on them questioning him. "First, I slept in," which wasn't really lying, which sent Ron giggling like a school girl and Hermione taking on a scandalized face, "secondly, puberty."
"Oh, so how was your summer?" Ron questioned again, not noticing his lack of interest in talking.
Hermione noticed though, thank god, and said, "Ron, Harry looks tired. Let's let him sleep." Even though she wanted to question him so badly, he wouldn't know which way was up. Especially about that new owl perched on the back of Harry's chair.
Harry felt her gaze on Bubo, even though he couldn't explain how he knew he said, "I hope Hedwig wasn't a bother." He was trying to bring Bubo in subtly.
Ron was a bit peeved at this, having Harry talk to her and not him, so he left to go get his and Hermione's things from the other compartment.
Meanwhile Hermione answered Harry, "She was great. I can't wait to get my own owl." She said the last part sadly.
Harry gave a low, short whistle, and bubo landed on his out stretched finger. Hermione inspected the little owl. It held itself as if it was royalty, and had his back turned to Harry as if it was angry with him. She thought he was very cute.
"His name is Bubo. He is a bit peeved at me because of our arrival. But I would like you to consider him an early birthday present." Harry said in a nonchalant way. Hermione's jaw dropped as she looked at the little owl. Harry had gotten her an owl. Wow, what a thoughtful gift. Probably expensive too.
"I bought him because he reminded me a lot of you. Like the way he carries himself. He is also very smart, like you," she blushed at this, "I named him Bubo because I thought that was Athena's pet owl that granted wisdom to whoever he sat on. I don't know if it's right, but it was only temporary until I gave him to you. You can call him whatever you like."
Hermione was speechless. Her mouth was moving, but nothing came out. She was amazed at the thought Harry put behind this. She finally got out, "Harry, I can't accept this. He probably costed a lot."
"Nonsense. You haven't seen my vault and you better because Hedwig will be mad if I have an other owl." He said, with a little smile on his face at the squawk Hedwig gave, "See."
Hermione giggled a little at this and Bubo flew over to his new master. Hermione was cooing at him when Ron walked in, dragging two trunks behind him and Crookshanks setting on one.
"You know Ron, we can do magic now." Harry said in a patronizing voice.
Ron was bent over, red in the face and panting when Harry said this. "Shut up midget." He said angrily while Hermione gave a distracted 'thanks.'
"Ouch, low blow," Harry said not really into the argument he was having. Ron didn't want to get into an argument if the other participant wasn't going to give their all, so he turned to Hermione, hoping to get her flustered into an argument.
"What the hell is that?" Ron asked, pointing to Bubo.
"Shut up Ron. This is my early birthday present from Harry." She said, beaming at Harry who was trying to block them out so he could go to sleep.
He realized this was futile as they only got louder, so he asked them kindly, "Will you both please shut up, I'm trying to sleep." Hermione happily conceded, as she got out of the argument and got to go back to playing with Bubo. Ron was a little angry at this.
"Why should we? And why do you need to sleep so bad lately. And what am I supposed to do? Hermione will either be playing with that owl or reading a book. I want to talk about qudditch dammit!" he said going red.
"Here, Ron, this book should keep you entertained. And if you only knew what I did this summer you would know why I need to sleep." Harry threw the book he thought was qudditch strategy, but was the psychology book he got from Fleur. It hit Ron in the chest and fell into his lap. He read the title of the book with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't think it sounded very interesting. He also didn't fancy reading a book the whole trip through to Hogwarts. He looked over to Harry to question him, only to find that he drifted off in the momentary silence of the compartment. He decided to buck up and just read the damn thing. It might score some points with Hermione if he read a book on the way to Hogwarts. She also couldn't deny it as she was sitting right in front of him, next to Harry.
Yes, Harry, his new rival. Not in a bad way. Friendly rivalry. Yep, for Hermione's heart. If he won, Ron would step down like a gracious loser and be the best man at the wedding. That scenario was unlikely though as Ron could see Harry didn't even know he was in this little game. Actually, it was all in Ron's head. He wasn't even trying. Harry was just Harry, and wouldn't know when a girl liked him if she shagged him in front everyone in the Great Hall. He would probably say something like, 'it was just mistaken identity.'
Ron shook the plotting out of his head for now, and looked at the book Harry had him read. Might as well and give it a go, Harry was his best friend and as of yet, has not turned him wrong. If you don't count the chess set, and the third floor corridor when they were running from Filch in first year. Or going into the forbidden forest and Chamber of Secrets second year. Or being dragged into the Shrieking Shack third year. Or getting him stuck at the bottom of a lake fourth year. No, Harry had never turned him wrong, and Ron went merrily on to read the psychology book.
It was rather interesting. Especially Freud. That whole penis envy girls had. 'Yep, girls should be envious, especially with the monster I carry around in my pants,' Ron thought smugly.
Hermione noticed a smug grin on his face, so she decided to question him on it, which was a bad decision on Hermione's part. Some how they got into an argument that woke up Harry. Harry noticed it was getting dark out. He discreetly put out the magic gauge to measure his reserve levels. Drat, still three. He pulled out some school robes, went, and changed.
When he got back, he noticed that the fight Ron and Hermione had gotten louder than they had ever been and also a good size crowd. Harry decided to break up the fight before it got violent. He pushed his way through the crowd amongst protests of the students. When he walked by Lavender, he felt a pinch on his bum. He looked back over his shoulder, only to notice no one was there.
Harry shook the thoughts out of his head, and explained it off as an accident. He finally made it to the front where he could break up the fight, only the damage was about to be done.
"What do you mean I don't know what I'm talking about?" Ron hollered.
"That's exactly what I mean, you don't know what your talking about." Screamed Hermione.
Harry could tell Ron was getting flustered. He got all red and exclaimed, "Yeah, well, you have penis envy!"
Everyone went absolutely silent. Hermione was working her mouth once more with nothing coming out, and Ron had a superior grin on his face with his arms crossed over his chest, finally triumphant in an argument with Hermione.
The crowd finally started to giggle. Harry was wondering how Ron knew about penis envy. He didn't think psychology was studied in the wizarding world. Harry finally saw the book he handed to Ron. Wrong book.
Hermione finally got her bearings straight and comprehended that the crowd was laughing at her, and ran to the nearest bathroom, crying. Ron still had a triumphant face on when Harry walked over.
"Hey Harry, thanks for that book, it was interesting and it helped me win an argument against Hermione. Didn't know she would've ran away crying, what a sore loser." Ron obviously didn't understand what he had done.
"You idiot! She's not mad she lost, but the fact you embarrassed her in front of the whole school!" even though it was an exaggeration, it wasn't far off. By the Welcoming Feast, the whole school would know. It finally looked like Ron comprehended what he had done as he seen the crowd giggling and laughing at what just happened.
"What have I done?" Ron asked himself as he watched his chance with Hermione go up in smoke.
(AN: How was that? I hoped you liked. Unbelievably, there aren't many chapters left. The next installment will be called The Knights of Hogwarts. Takes place in sixth year, and some changes take place. Draco becomes a friend, something is going on with Ginny [you will see some of it in this installment], something happens to Hermione, and Ron and Harry play important roles. All that is left in this one is a new animagus form for Harry along with an innate; the next one will be in the next installment or the one after that. The last innate is the most important. Now, I'll quit before you get anymore out of me. Peace).
Chapter 15: Waking up and Freud
Beep.
'What was that?'
Beep.
'There it is again.'
Beep.
'What is that sound. It's starting to get on my nerves.'
BEEP.
"What, what, WHAT?" shouted a Harry Potter waking up from his coma. He looked over to his desk where his alarm clock sat. It read ten fifty six. It was also the thing that was 'beeping.' It looked like he had only been out for a day or two. He looked back at the alarm clock, specifically the date. Harry did a double take when he seen it. It read, '1, September, 1995.'
'Oh shit,' Harry thought. He could have always apparated to Kings Cross, but he felt like crap. He took the magic gauge in his hand, and held it tightly. After about three seconds, he looked at the screen on it. 'Only three percent!' Harry thought. If he apparated, he would collapse.
He abruptly remembered why he was out for close to a week. His element! Of course, he could travel by that. Moreover, it didn't take any of his reserves. He quickly got his trunk and other things ready. He concentrated on his trunk and things first. He imagined a bolt of emerald lightning taking his trunk to the most secure location near the Hogwarts Express.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot out of an outlet, surprising Harry. After it left, Harry thought it made sense, since a lightning bolt couldn't get through the roof. He quickly pushed his thoughts away, and focused on sending himself to Kings Cross, with Bubo on his shoulder. He was looking intently at the same outlet his trunk went through, expecting the same thing to happen, when a bolt came from the overhead light socket, surprising Harry. The room flickered for a few seconds, before it quit, leaving a deserted room in its wake.
It was a pleasant sensation traveling this way, Harry pondered. He was actually the bolt of lightning. It tickled a little, feeling other electrical currents going through him and traveling with him.
It ended abruptly when Harry landed roughly on his trunk. It appeared Bubo didn't take too kindly to that way of travel, as he was puffing out his chest in an indignant manner. That landing will take getting used to. He rubbed his butt, trying to get feeling back into it. He noticed he was in the bathroom on the other side of the platform 9 ¾ barrier. He was thankful he didn't have to cross into it, careful of the muggle eyes seeing him cross over.
He picked up his trunk, which was no easy feat, and proceeded to the Hogwarts Express. It was blowing the last warning whistle; Harry looked down at his watch, to see it was ten fifty eight. Families were waving good- bye to each other, crying and kissing, making Harry feel bad that no one would miss him.
He boarded the train, with a minute to spare, heading to the last compartment he, Hermione, and Ron usually got. It was empty, but Harry decided he would stay her as he could finally set his trunk down. It felt as if his arms were ready to fall off. Plus, he wouldn't get the third degree from Hermione and Ron about his summer. He really didn't feel like explaining what he was doing, and he wanted a nap.
Just when he was getting ready to doze off as the train was pulling out; the door creaked open, allowing Hedwig to come through. Apparently, he didn't close the door all the way, but that was fine since his visitor was most welcome. He beckoned her over to him, which she gladly accepted, giving a hoot to Bubo as a friendly greeting to the smaller owl. Harry lazily stroked Hedwig's head while she perched on his knee, when the door banged open, allowing Ron and Hermione to come in. they startled Harry, but he didn't show it and kept his eyes closed.
If his eyes were open, he would have seen a flustered Hermione, who was wearing some short shorts, a baby blue tank top, flip-flops, and her hair was up in a high ponytail, apparently bushy as ever. She also wasn't wearing customary wizarding clothes, which sent the boys in a commotion, and Lavender and Parvati swooning at them, wanting there own outfit like hers. No one could really blame her, as it was incredibly hot outside. If people weren't swooning over her or her outfit, they were envious of her coolness as the rest were sweating like crazy in their heavy robes.
Ron was also a little red with anger. He seemed to grow a little more, making him the tallest kid in their year, also a few other ones, with the exception of Dean Thomas, who was the tallest kid in all of Hogwarts. He also seemed to bulk up some. Harry thought he would take after his father, Bill, and Percy; being tall and skinny, but it looked like he would take after the twins and Charlie in bulk. Actually, it was looking like he would have the best of both worlds, as he was tall and bulky. He also had little beads of sweat on his forehead from the heat and wearing a tattered robe.
"Where the hell have you been?" Ron asked in anger.
"Ron, watch your language." Hermione reprimanded him.
"Shut up Hermione, I want to know where Harry's been." He exclaimed. Harry could already see, well hear the oncoming argument.
"Don't talk to me like that." She screamed, getting more flustered.
"Guys, shut up. I got here at ten fifty eight." Harry said, quelling the argument and answering Ron's question.
"Cutting it a little close, aren't we Harry?" Ron joked, forgetting his anger and the argument he almost had with Hermione.
"Why were you so late?" Hermione asked, taking in his form. It seemed he too had gotten bulky, but he was still short. They were probably the same height. His voice also gotten deeper, which was somewhat enticing, his hair was shorter, but still messy, and he had a nice set of side burns. She thought he was definitely easy on the eyes. She also noticed Ron looking over Harry in a questioning manner; well she hoped a questioning matter.
"What's up with all the changes?" he asked, not holding his tongue like his typical self.
Harry gave an angry sigh, realizing he was right with his hypothesis on them questioning him. "First, I slept in," which wasn't really lying, which sent Ron giggling like a school girl and Hermione taking on a scandalized face, "secondly, puberty."
"Oh, so how was your summer?" Ron questioned again, not noticing his lack of interest in talking.
Hermione noticed though, thank god, and said, "Ron, Harry looks tired. Let's let him sleep." Even though she wanted to question him so badly, he wouldn't know which way was up. Especially about that new owl perched on the back of Harry's chair.
Harry felt her gaze on Bubo, even though he couldn't explain how he knew he said, "I hope Hedwig wasn't a bother." He was trying to bring Bubo in subtly.
Ron was a bit peeved at this, having Harry talk to her and not him, so he left to go get his and Hermione's things from the other compartment.
Meanwhile Hermione answered Harry, "She was great. I can't wait to get my own owl." She said the last part sadly.
Harry gave a low, short whistle, and bubo landed on his out stretched finger. Hermione inspected the little owl. It held itself as if it was royalty, and had his back turned to Harry as if it was angry with him. She thought he was very cute.
"His name is Bubo. He is a bit peeved at me because of our arrival. But I would like you to consider him an early birthday present." Harry said in a nonchalant way. Hermione's jaw dropped as she looked at the little owl. Harry had gotten her an owl. Wow, what a thoughtful gift. Probably expensive too.
"I bought him because he reminded me a lot of you. Like the way he carries himself. He is also very smart, like you," she blushed at this, "I named him Bubo because I thought that was Athena's pet owl that granted wisdom to whoever he sat on. I don't know if it's right, but it was only temporary until I gave him to you. You can call him whatever you like."
Hermione was speechless. Her mouth was moving, but nothing came out. She was amazed at the thought Harry put behind this. She finally got out, "Harry, I can't accept this. He probably costed a lot."
"Nonsense. You haven't seen my vault and you better because Hedwig will be mad if I have an other owl." He said, with a little smile on his face at the squawk Hedwig gave, "See."
Hermione giggled a little at this and Bubo flew over to his new master. Hermione was cooing at him when Ron walked in, dragging two trunks behind him and Crookshanks setting on one.
"You know Ron, we can do magic now." Harry said in a patronizing voice.
Ron was bent over, red in the face and panting when Harry said this. "Shut up midget." He said angrily while Hermione gave a distracted 'thanks.'
"Ouch, low blow," Harry said not really into the argument he was having. Ron didn't want to get into an argument if the other participant wasn't going to give their all, so he turned to Hermione, hoping to get her flustered into an argument.
"What the hell is that?" Ron asked, pointing to Bubo.
"Shut up Ron. This is my early birthday present from Harry." She said, beaming at Harry who was trying to block them out so he could go to sleep.
He realized this was futile as they only got louder, so he asked them kindly, "Will you both please shut up, I'm trying to sleep." Hermione happily conceded, as she got out of the argument and got to go back to playing with Bubo. Ron was a little angry at this.
"Why should we? And why do you need to sleep so bad lately. And what am I supposed to do? Hermione will either be playing with that owl or reading a book. I want to talk about qudditch dammit!" he said going red.
"Here, Ron, this book should keep you entertained. And if you only knew what I did this summer you would know why I need to sleep." Harry threw the book he thought was qudditch strategy, but was the psychology book he got from Fleur. It hit Ron in the chest and fell into his lap. He read the title of the book with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't think it sounded very interesting. He also didn't fancy reading a book the whole trip through to Hogwarts. He looked over to Harry to question him, only to find that he drifted off in the momentary silence of the compartment. He decided to buck up and just read the damn thing. It might score some points with Hermione if he read a book on the way to Hogwarts. She also couldn't deny it as she was sitting right in front of him, next to Harry.
Yes, Harry, his new rival. Not in a bad way. Friendly rivalry. Yep, for Hermione's heart. If he won, Ron would step down like a gracious loser and be the best man at the wedding. That scenario was unlikely though as Ron could see Harry didn't even know he was in this little game. Actually, it was all in Ron's head. He wasn't even trying. Harry was just Harry, and wouldn't know when a girl liked him if she shagged him in front everyone in the Great Hall. He would probably say something like, 'it was just mistaken identity.'
Ron shook the plotting out of his head for now, and looked at the book Harry had him read. Might as well and give it a go, Harry was his best friend and as of yet, has not turned him wrong. If you don't count the chess set, and the third floor corridor when they were running from Filch in first year. Or going into the forbidden forest and Chamber of Secrets second year. Or being dragged into the Shrieking Shack third year. Or getting him stuck at the bottom of a lake fourth year. No, Harry had never turned him wrong, and Ron went merrily on to read the psychology book.
It was rather interesting. Especially Freud. That whole penis envy girls had. 'Yep, girls should be envious, especially with the monster I carry around in my pants,' Ron thought smugly.
Hermione noticed a smug grin on his face, so she decided to question him on it, which was a bad decision on Hermione's part. Some how they got into an argument that woke up Harry. Harry noticed it was getting dark out. He discreetly put out the magic gauge to measure his reserve levels. Drat, still three. He pulled out some school robes, went, and changed.
When he got back, he noticed that the fight Ron and Hermione had gotten louder than they had ever been and also a good size crowd. Harry decided to break up the fight before it got violent. He pushed his way through the crowd amongst protests of the students. When he walked by Lavender, he felt a pinch on his bum. He looked back over his shoulder, only to notice no one was there.
Harry shook the thoughts out of his head, and explained it off as an accident. He finally made it to the front where he could break up the fight, only the damage was about to be done.
"What do you mean I don't know what I'm talking about?" Ron hollered.
"That's exactly what I mean, you don't know what your talking about." Screamed Hermione.
Harry could tell Ron was getting flustered. He got all red and exclaimed, "Yeah, well, you have penis envy!"
Everyone went absolutely silent. Hermione was working her mouth once more with nothing coming out, and Ron had a superior grin on his face with his arms crossed over his chest, finally triumphant in an argument with Hermione.
The crowd finally started to giggle. Harry was wondering how Ron knew about penis envy. He didn't think psychology was studied in the wizarding world. Harry finally saw the book he handed to Ron. Wrong book.
Hermione finally got her bearings straight and comprehended that the crowd was laughing at her, and ran to the nearest bathroom, crying. Ron still had a triumphant face on when Harry walked over.
"Hey Harry, thanks for that book, it was interesting and it helped me win an argument against Hermione. Didn't know she would've ran away crying, what a sore loser." Ron obviously didn't understand what he had done.
"You idiot! She's not mad she lost, but the fact you embarrassed her in front of the whole school!" even though it was an exaggeration, it wasn't far off. By the Welcoming Feast, the whole school would know. It finally looked like Ron comprehended what he had done as he seen the crowd giggling and laughing at what just happened.
"What have I done?" Ron asked himself as he watched his chance with Hermione go up in smoke.
(AN: How was that? I hoped you liked. Unbelievably, there aren't many chapters left. The next installment will be called The Knights of Hogwarts. Takes place in sixth year, and some changes take place. Draco becomes a friend, something is going on with Ginny [you will see some of it in this installment], something happens to Hermione, and Ron and Harry play important roles. All that is left in this one is a new animagus form for Harry along with an innate; the next one will be in the next installment or the one after that. The last innate is the most important. Now, I'll quit before you get anymore out of me. Peace).