Chapter 3
Realisation
That night, with 6 days left at Hogwarts, Harry had an exotic dream.
He was lying on his bed, next to the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. The girl got up, and walked towards the door. She beckoned him towards her, and he followed willingly.
Then, she became two people, and asked Harry to follow her true self. There, stood in front of him, were Cho and Hermione. Cho looked seductive with a satin nightgown, Hermione had a book.
He followed Hermione, and their love filled their hearts like a golden blanket. Everyone rejoiced as they kissed.
As Ron was gazing up into the ceiling, he heard a groan, and saw Harry lying there, with a longing expression on his face. He also saw a hard thing sticking up into the duvet. He chuckled.
"Poor guy, he's obviously regretting the break-up. Like me, I suppose." He murmured, and then sighed.
Sorry, Harry, but it doesn't look like you'll be getting any of that for a while. Like me, I'spose. I know Ginny, and when she gets in that kind of mood, she doesn't come out of it for about a month.
Harry groaned one more time, then turned over. Hermione (in his dream) had just fulfilled his wildest dreams. Now, he was content.
The next day, in the early morning, both Harry and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common rooms. They had both been chatting to one another. Harry had told her about Trelawney's prediction, and Hermione about her parents' arguments.
"Omigod, Harry! Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Because I've been struggling to accept it myself. I couldn't believe that I die, or he dies. It's just so..."
"Depressing? Morbid?"
"Both those words. And, it brings back painful memories..." Harry swallowed a lump that had appeared in his throat. He remembered the veil, and Sirius falling through it. A tear appeared in his eye, and he brushed it away.
"Are you SURE you're alright, Harry?"
Harry knew this was a perfect opportunity to tell her his feelings, but the words got stuck in his throat.
"Yeah, thanks." And for a bit of macho, he added, "I don't NEED help!" As soon as he said that, he regretted it. Hermione had a hurt, disappointed expression for about a millisecond, and then it vanished.
congrats, Harry, you blew it again! ANOTHER perfect opportunity, but it's gone now.
actually, it might be a bit soon. Wait until the last day. Then, Ron might have gotten over her. he thought to himself.
Lost in their thoughts, they both got up, and headed for the door. Neither were looking where they were going.
Harry walked straight into Hermione, landing on top of her. Hermione smiled at him, but Harry was too shocked to say anything.
He felt a warm, tingly pleasure spread throughout him. It started at his hand, and went all the way to his head. He looked at his hand, which was laid on top of her breast. Hermione looked gratified, but also as if she was thinking.
Harry opened his mouth. "Look, Hermione..." he was about to speak, when they realised exactly what they were doing.
They both blushed, and jumped up. Unfortunately, Ron had come down, and seen them lying on top of each other. He immediately filled with rage.
"Omigod, Harry, what the hell are you doing? That's my girlfriend!"
"WAS, Ron." Hermione snapped.
"Ron, I...it was an accident! I'm not going out with her! In fact, I don't even fancy her!"
Hermione looked shocked, but also started gabbling.
"Get real, Ron! I wouldn't go out with you or him, even if you were the last boys on earth!" and with that, she walked off.
Hermione ran to the Great Hall, where she put her face between her hands, and wept.
I thought Harry liked me, she thought.
I mean, he looked like he was in love. Perhaps he thought I was Ginny! That's what he was going to say!
She sat up, her face pink and blotchy, from crying.
Right Hermione, you don't love him. He was going to say 'Let's just stay friends' just like Krum did. Don't let yourself become too attached. From now on,
"...Avoid him. I DON'T LOVE HIM!" she shouted, her voice reverberating throughout the Great Hall.
In his office, Dumbledore looked at the clock, and tutted..
"Almost everything is how I predicted it to be so far... I just hope fear is overcome, then time will run its course." he said to himself enigmatically.
Ron was silently clenching his fists, when Harry decided to talk.
"Ron, I...I..."
Ron had had enough of it, though, and let his anger out.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE HARRY, YOU CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING! YOU GOT THE FAME, THE GIRLS, THE FAN CLUB, THE SCAR, THE 'OH-SO-DEADLY-ENEMY-WHO-WANTS-TO-KILL- ME'...WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT? YOU MIGHT WANT EVERYTHING, BUT NOT MY GIRL, OKAY?"
"Ron, I only said..."
"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO IMPORATNT, BUT YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE UNDER A DELUSION! WHY WOULD VOLDEMORT WANT TO KILL YOU? YOU'RE JUST A NOTHING SPECIAL, 17 YR OLD BOY, WITH NO SPECIAL ABILITIES OR LOOKS."
"I never said I was special..."
"JUST BECAUSE YOUR PARENTS DIED, IT DOESN'T GIVE YOU SPECIAL PRIVILEGES! I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY THIS, BUT SNAPE'S RIGHT! YOU'RE JUST BIG-HEADED!"
"If you want a scar, you're welcome! If you want no relatives who actually TOLERATE you, go ahead! If you want the responsibility..."
"HAH! I WAS RIGHT! YOU THINK YOU ARE SO BIG, BUT YOU'RE NOT! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RESPONSIBILITIES. NO ONE CARES, HARRY! THAT'S WHY EVERYONE IS SCARED OF YOU! BUT I'M NOT!"
"Ron, I have no idea what you are talking about..."
"YOU'RE JUST THE BLOODY SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE! NO MONEY, EVERYONE ELSE IN YOUR FAMILY SPECIAL, AND YOU'RE JUST... LANKY..." Harry realised Ron was talking about himself.
"HERMIONE IS MINE. YOU MIGHT HAVE EVERYONE LIKING YOU, BUT I CAN NOW SEE YOU FOR WHAT YOU REALLY ARE!"
"LOOK, RON! Let me spell it out to you! I...AM...NOT...GOING...OUT...WITH...HER! OKAY? In fact," Harry felt depressed all of a sudden, "I don't think any of the girls like me."
"You're...you're not going out with her?"
"Why, don't you believe me? Look Ron, what I said was true. I'm not going out with her, and neither are you. You do understand, don't you? I don't want a girl to get between my mates and me!
Ron glared at him, but then his face relaxed. "Alright, mate, sorry for going on at you."
"Is that how you've always felt?"
"Well, yes. You've always had everything in life handed to you on a platter."
"Swap with you, then! I don't like my life."
"Okay then. Anyway, what were you saying about responsibility back there?"
"Oh...nothing...really. Nothing."
"Tell me, Harry! We're supposed to be mates...have I ever kept a secret from you?"
"Well, yes!" Harry remembered the summer before his fifth year.
"Okay, rephrase that...have I ever WANTED to keep a secret from you?"
"No." Harry reluctantly admitted. "Fine then, I'll tell you...that is, if you REALLY want to know?"
"Yeah!"
Harry couldn't believe that Ron was so keen to hear the prediction. Which sane person would want to hear a death prediction?
"Fine then. Remember, back there, in the Department of Mysteries? Well, Voldemort didn't want Sirius, he wanted a prediction." Ron looked baffled, so Harry hastened to explain.
"When a prediction is made, a glass globe is created. That's why there were all those globes in that room. Also, only a person who the prediction is about can retrieve a prediction."
Ron looked dumb-founded.
"Dumbledore told me all this."
"And so, Trelawney's prediction, to summarise, said either I kill Voldemort, or he kills me, cause neither of us can live while the other lives."
"Harry, I didn't realise...if that isn't a responsibility, I don't know what is."
"Look Ron, I'm just going to go eat that now, okay? Just...just don't mention it."
Harry walked off, plagued by the dreadful memories of the Department of Mysteries.
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introducing ginny
That night, with 6 days left at Hogwarts, Harry had an exotic dream.
He was lying on his bed, next to the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. The girl got up, and walked towards the door. She beckoned him towards her, and he followed willingly.
Then, she became two people, and asked Harry to follow her true self. There, stood in front of him, were Cho and Hermione. Cho looked seductive with a satin nightgown, Hermione had a book.
He followed Hermione, and their love filled their hearts like a golden blanket. Everyone rejoiced as they kissed.
As Ron was gazing up into the ceiling, he heard a groan, and saw Harry lying there, with a longing expression on his face. He also saw a hard thing sticking up into the duvet. He chuckled.
"Poor guy, he's obviously regretting the break-up. Like me, I suppose." He murmured, and then sighed.
Sorry, Harry, but it doesn't look like you'll be getting any of that for a while. Like me, I'spose. I know Ginny, and when she gets in that kind of mood, she doesn't come out of it for about a month.
Harry groaned one more time, then turned over. Hermione (in his dream) had just fulfilled his wildest dreams. Now, he was content.
The next day, in the early morning, both Harry and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common rooms. They had both been chatting to one another. Harry had told her about Trelawney's prediction, and Hermione about her parents' arguments.
"Omigod, Harry! Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Because I've been struggling to accept it myself. I couldn't believe that I die, or he dies. It's just so..."
"Depressing? Morbid?"
"Both those words. And, it brings back painful memories..." Harry swallowed a lump that had appeared in his throat. He remembered the veil, and Sirius falling through it. A tear appeared in his eye, and he brushed it away.
"Are you SURE you're alright, Harry?"
Harry knew this was a perfect opportunity to tell her his feelings, but the words got stuck in his throat.
"Yeah, thanks." And for a bit of macho, he added, "I don't NEED help!" As soon as he said that, he regretted it. Hermione had a hurt, disappointed expression for about a millisecond, and then it vanished.
congrats, Harry, you blew it again! ANOTHER perfect opportunity, but it's gone now.
actually, it might be a bit soon. Wait until the last day. Then, Ron might have gotten over her. he thought to himself.
Lost in their thoughts, they both got up, and headed for the door. Neither were looking where they were going.
Harry walked straight into Hermione, landing on top of her. Hermione smiled at him, but Harry was too shocked to say anything.
He felt a warm, tingly pleasure spread throughout him. It started at his hand, and went all the way to his head. He looked at his hand, which was laid on top of her breast. Hermione looked gratified, but also as if she was thinking.
Harry opened his mouth. "Look, Hermione..." he was about to speak, when they realised exactly what they were doing.
They both blushed, and jumped up. Unfortunately, Ron had come down, and seen them lying on top of each other. He immediately filled with rage.
"Omigod, Harry, what the hell are you doing? That's my girlfriend!"
"WAS, Ron." Hermione snapped.
"Ron, I...it was an accident! I'm not going out with her! In fact, I don't even fancy her!"
Hermione looked shocked, but also started gabbling.
"Get real, Ron! I wouldn't go out with you or him, even if you were the last boys on earth!" and with that, she walked off.
Hermione ran to the Great Hall, where she put her face between her hands, and wept.
I thought Harry liked me, she thought.
I mean, he looked like he was in love. Perhaps he thought I was Ginny! That's what he was going to say!
She sat up, her face pink and blotchy, from crying.
Right Hermione, you don't love him. He was going to say 'Let's just stay friends' just like Krum did. Don't let yourself become too attached. From now on,
"...Avoid him. I DON'T LOVE HIM!" she shouted, her voice reverberating throughout the Great Hall.
In his office, Dumbledore looked at the clock, and tutted..
"Almost everything is how I predicted it to be so far... I just hope fear is overcome, then time will run its course." he said to himself enigmatically.
Ron was silently clenching his fists, when Harry decided to talk.
"Ron, I...I..."
Ron had had enough of it, though, and let his anger out.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE HARRY, YOU CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING! YOU GOT THE FAME, THE GIRLS, THE FAN CLUB, THE SCAR, THE 'OH-SO-DEADLY-ENEMY-WHO-WANTS-TO-KILL- ME'...WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT? YOU MIGHT WANT EVERYTHING, BUT NOT MY GIRL, OKAY?"
"Ron, I only said..."
"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO IMPORATNT, BUT YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE UNDER A DELUSION! WHY WOULD VOLDEMORT WANT TO KILL YOU? YOU'RE JUST A NOTHING SPECIAL, 17 YR OLD BOY, WITH NO SPECIAL ABILITIES OR LOOKS."
"I never said I was special..."
"JUST BECAUSE YOUR PARENTS DIED, IT DOESN'T GIVE YOU SPECIAL PRIVILEGES! I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY THIS, BUT SNAPE'S RIGHT! YOU'RE JUST BIG-HEADED!"
"If you want a scar, you're welcome! If you want no relatives who actually TOLERATE you, go ahead! If you want the responsibility..."
"HAH! I WAS RIGHT! YOU THINK YOU ARE SO BIG, BUT YOU'RE NOT! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RESPONSIBILITIES. NO ONE CARES, HARRY! THAT'S WHY EVERYONE IS SCARED OF YOU! BUT I'M NOT!"
"Ron, I have no idea what you are talking about..."
"YOU'RE JUST THE BLOODY SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE! NO MONEY, EVERYONE ELSE IN YOUR FAMILY SPECIAL, AND YOU'RE JUST... LANKY..." Harry realised Ron was talking about himself.
"HERMIONE IS MINE. YOU MIGHT HAVE EVERYONE LIKING YOU, BUT I CAN NOW SEE YOU FOR WHAT YOU REALLY ARE!"
"LOOK, RON! Let me spell it out to you! I...AM...NOT...GOING...OUT...WITH...HER! OKAY? In fact," Harry felt depressed all of a sudden, "I don't think any of the girls like me."
"You're...you're not going out with her?"
"Why, don't you believe me? Look Ron, what I said was true. I'm not going out with her, and neither are you. You do understand, don't you? I don't want a girl to get between my mates and me!
Ron glared at him, but then his face relaxed. "Alright, mate, sorry for going on at you."
"Is that how you've always felt?"
"Well, yes. You've always had everything in life handed to you on a platter."
"Swap with you, then! I don't like my life."
"Okay then. Anyway, what were you saying about responsibility back there?"
"Oh...nothing...really. Nothing."
"Tell me, Harry! We're supposed to be mates...have I ever kept a secret from you?"
"Well, yes!" Harry remembered the summer before his fifth year.
"Okay, rephrase that...have I ever WANTED to keep a secret from you?"
"No." Harry reluctantly admitted. "Fine then, I'll tell you...that is, if you REALLY want to know?"
"Yeah!"
Harry couldn't believe that Ron was so keen to hear the prediction. Which sane person would want to hear a death prediction?
"Fine then. Remember, back there, in the Department of Mysteries? Well, Voldemort didn't want Sirius, he wanted a prediction." Ron looked baffled, so Harry hastened to explain.
"When a prediction is made, a glass globe is created. That's why there were all those globes in that room. Also, only a person who the prediction is about can retrieve a prediction."
Ron looked dumb-founded.
"Dumbledore told me all this."
"And so, Trelawney's prediction, to summarise, said either I kill Voldemort, or he kills me, cause neither of us can live while the other lives."
"Harry, I didn't realise...if that isn't a responsibility, I don't know what is."
"Look Ron, I'm just going to go eat that now, okay? Just...just don't mention it."
Harry walked off, plagued by the dreadful memories of the Department of Mysteries.
A/N
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introducing ginny