Chapter 5:
"Remus, meet Remus." Part 1
~*"No I thought it"*~
Hermione was stunned.
"A-are you sure?"
"Positive. Unless I think out loud."
"Maybe you do."
"No, I'm pretty sure I don't."
"Try thinking again."
"OK."
'Testing, testing 1,2,3.'
'Whoa.'
'Weird.'
'Mind letting me get some sleep?'
'Harry?' both thought .
'Duh. Now let me sleep!'
'Hold on. You knew?'
'Yes.'
'And you never told us?'
'Yes.'
'WHY?!' they thought yelled at him.
'You never asked.'
'Your despicable.'
'No, I'm tired. Night.' With that he severed the link.
'Well, that told us what?' Ron asked.
'That Harry knew.'
'Oh. Yeah.'
There was a silence for a few minutes.
"I'm worried." Hermione said concern etched on her face.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"Because Harry's acting differently. I mean he acts like he's depressed. Did you noticed how thin he is?"
"Yeah. Skin and bones."
"See. And remember he just picked at his food during dinner."
"Yeah, but Hermione he just the closest thing he remembers to having a father. He's going though a though time. Give him a chance. He'll get better. I know it." Ron said soothingly.
"I'm just worried that he'll do something rash." Hermione whispered.
"We all are, Hermione, we all are."
For the next few hours Ron and Hermione sat in silence each lost in their own thoughts. They only came out of their stupor when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The person sat down on the last step and buried their head in their hands, totally oblivious to the two prefects in the room. By the light of the fire they saw a familiar mop of untidy jet-black hair. It was then that they realized who it was. It was Harry. Hermione and Ron looked at each other then went over to where Harry sat. Hermione kneeled in front of him.
"Harry," Hermione said quietly, as not to startle him, "Harry, are you all right?"
He looked up at her. The rings around his eyes showed just how much he had slept, which wasn't much. He shook his head softly. Hermione embraced him in a comforting manner. He straightened up, not expecting the action.
"It's all right," she murmured to him, "Just relax and tell us what's wrong."
He did as he was told and relaxed in her arms.
"I miss him," was all he whispered.
"We know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. Sirius wouldn't want you acting like this over him." Hermione said softly.
"He probably doesn't care." Harry muttered.
"Of course he does, Harry. Don't say that." Ron said quietly.
"Why would he care about me when it's my fault he's dead?" he said sadly.
"Harry it's not your fault. It never was." Hermione reassured him.
"There were so many things I could have done to stop it. But I was an idiot and did nothing. It's my fault. It's all my fault." Harry's voice was beginning to crack, as if he was about to cry. But it couldn't be. Harry hadn't ever cried in front of them. Hermione let go of him. She then put one hand on his hand and the other under his chin. Lifting his head up, they saw something they never thought they would see. Unshed tears were glistening in Harry's eyes. As soon as she saw this she embraced him again. He curled up against her shoulder and cried. First it was gentle but then it got harder. All the while Hermione rocked him and rubbed his back while saying soothing things to him.
'Ron, I don't think this means anything good.' Hermione thought-said to Ron.
'I don't think it does either.' Ron thought-replied.
As soon as Harry's crying calmed down to sniffles he pulled away. He turned his head away as if ashamed. Hermione put her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Harry muttered.
"Harry don't be. It's all right to cry." Hermione quietly told him.
"I always thought that crying was a weakness." Harry whispered.
"Your wrong, Harry, crying isn't a weakness; it's a way to expel your feelings. Hermione said quietly.
Harry looked at her.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really." Ron said.
"Harry why don't you go get some sleep, Ok? We'll talk in the morning." Hermione said to him softly.
"Ok." Harry murmured, getting up.
"Harry?" Ron said.
"Hmmm?" Harry looked at him.
"You know you can tell us anything." Ron said to him.
Harry nodded. He turned and went up the stairs. Once they heard the door shut they sighed. Looking at each other they silently went up to their respective dorms saying goodnights in the process.
The next morning..
When Ron awoke the next morning the Marauders were already awake.
"Morning." Ron yawned.
"Morning. They chorused back.
Luckily for them 6th years paired up in dorms. Harry and Ron in one, Seamus and Dean in another and Neville had his own. It was lucky because the rest of the boys wouldn't find out until they told them.
"Is Harry up yet?" Ron asked them stretching.
"Look for yourself." Peter answered.
Both Ron and Hermione had made an agreement to give Peter a chance. Ron looked over at Harry's bed and smiled. Harry had his face buried into the pillow and his leg was hanging off the bed. The covers were half on him and half on the floor. His arms were wrapped around the pillow.
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I was going to make this chappie longer but that would mean I wouldn't have this out as a Christmas Present to all of you!!!! So Merry Christmas!!!! This is only Part 1 of "Remus, meet Remus" . Yes, I know what ur thinking 'Awwww man 2 parts?' Yes 2 parts but don't dispair I've already started Part 2!!!!! Also it was a cute ending. I COULDN'T HELP IT!!!!!!
Mr. D: ::has Santa hat on:: I'll put you on the nice list if you don't sue! HP is not hers!
Thank you!! AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
~Moony
P.S. My laptop is fixed! YAY!!!!!!
"Remus, meet Remus." Part 1
~*"No I thought it"*~
Hermione was stunned.
"A-are you sure?"
"Positive. Unless I think out loud."
"Maybe you do."
"No, I'm pretty sure I don't."
"Try thinking again."
"OK."
'Testing, testing 1,2,3.'
'Whoa.'
'Weird.'
'Mind letting me get some sleep?'
'Harry?' both thought .
'Duh. Now let me sleep!'
'Hold on. You knew?'
'Yes.'
'And you never told us?'
'Yes.'
'WHY?!' they thought yelled at him.
'You never asked.'
'Your despicable.'
'No, I'm tired. Night.' With that he severed the link.
'Well, that told us what?' Ron asked.
'That Harry knew.'
'Oh. Yeah.'
There was a silence for a few minutes.
"I'm worried." Hermione said concern etched on her face.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"Because Harry's acting differently. I mean he acts like he's depressed. Did you noticed how thin he is?"
"Yeah. Skin and bones."
"See. And remember he just picked at his food during dinner."
"Yeah, but Hermione he just the closest thing he remembers to having a father. He's going though a though time. Give him a chance. He'll get better. I know it." Ron said soothingly.
"I'm just worried that he'll do something rash." Hermione whispered.
"We all are, Hermione, we all are."
For the next few hours Ron and Hermione sat in silence each lost in their own thoughts. They only came out of their stupor when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The person sat down on the last step and buried their head in their hands, totally oblivious to the two prefects in the room. By the light of the fire they saw a familiar mop of untidy jet-black hair. It was then that they realized who it was. It was Harry. Hermione and Ron looked at each other then went over to where Harry sat. Hermione kneeled in front of him.
"Harry," Hermione said quietly, as not to startle him, "Harry, are you all right?"
He looked up at her. The rings around his eyes showed just how much he had slept, which wasn't much. He shook his head softly. Hermione embraced him in a comforting manner. He straightened up, not expecting the action.
"It's all right," she murmured to him, "Just relax and tell us what's wrong."
He did as he was told and relaxed in her arms.
"I miss him," was all he whispered.
"We know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. Sirius wouldn't want you acting like this over him." Hermione said softly.
"He probably doesn't care." Harry muttered.
"Of course he does, Harry. Don't say that." Ron said quietly.
"Why would he care about me when it's my fault he's dead?" he said sadly.
"Harry it's not your fault. It never was." Hermione reassured him.
"There were so many things I could have done to stop it. But I was an idiot and did nothing. It's my fault. It's all my fault." Harry's voice was beginning to crack, as if he was about to cry. But it couldn't be. Harry hadn't ever cried in front of them. Hermione let go of him. She then put one hand on his hand and the other under his chin. Lifting his head up, they saw something they never thought they would see. Unshed tears were glistening in Harry's eyes. As soon as she saw this she embraced him again. He curled up against her shoulder and cried. First it was gentle but then it got harder. All the while Hermione rocked him and rubbed his back while saying soothing things to him.
'Ron, I don't think this means anything good.' Hermione thought-said to Ron.
'I don't think it does either.' Ron thought-replied.
As soon as Harry's crying calmed down to sniffles he pulled away. He turned his head away as if ashamed. Hermione put her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Harry muttered.
"Harry don't be. It's all right to cry." Hermione quietly told him.
"I always thought that crying was a weakness." Harry whispered.
"Your wrong, Harry, crying isn't a weakness; it's a way to expel your feelings. Hermione said quietly.
Harry looked at her.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really." Ron said.
"Harry why don't you go get some sleep, Ok? We'll talk in the morning." Hermione said to him softly.
"Ok." Harry murmured, getting up.
"Harry?" Ron said.
"Hmmm?" Harry looked at him.
"You know you can tell us anything." Ron said to him.
Harry nodded. He turned and went up the stairs. Once they heard the door shut they sighed. Looking at each other they silently went up to their respective dorms saying goodnights in the process.
The next morning..
When Ron awoke the next morning the Marauders were already awake.
"Morning." Ron yawned.
"Morning. They chorused back.
Luckily for them 6th years paired up in dorms. Harry and Ron in one, Seamus and Dean in another and Neville had his own. It was lucky because the rest of the boys wouldn't find out until they told them.
"Is Harry up yet?" Ron asked them stretching.
"Look for yourself." Peter answered.
Both Ron and Hermione had made an agreement to give Peter a chance. Ron looked over at Harry's bed and smiled. Harry had his face buried into the pillow and his leg was hanging off the bed. The covers were half on him and half on the floor. His arms were wrapped around the pillow.
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I was going to make this chappie longer but that would mean I wouldn't have this out as a Christmas Present to all of you!!!! So Merry Christmas!!!! This is only Part 1 of "Remus, meet Remus" . Yes, I know what ur thinking 'Awwww man 2 parts?' Yes 2 parts but don't dispair I've already started Part 2!!!!! Also it was a cute ending. I COULDN'T HELP IT!!!!!!
Mr. D: ::has Santa hat on:: I'll put you on the nice list if you don't sue! HP is not hers!
Thank you!! AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
~Moony
P.S. My laptop is fixed! YAY!!!!!!