Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. ~sighs~ Well, on with the story.
Chapter Three: Disbelief
I stumble out of your room, not wanting to believe (ahem, not the reason for the title of the chapter). You, standing next to your broom, blood dripping down your arms, cuts there too. There are bruises; way to many bruises. And they look fresh, not like the one's I saw before.
'This has gone on long enough,' I scream to myself. 'I've got to tell someone... but who?'
I think about Ron. Should I even try telling him? What facts do I use? Do I tell them that I have an invisibility cloak, that I've been watching you since the beginning of last year? (Erm, yes, there is a plot... kinda... I dunno. Hermione's got a secret of her own, and it's just not Harry.)
Should I go to Dumbledor? the Weasley's? a professor? Who?! Someone needs to help me! But for me to get help, I need to tell someone first. I think I should tell Ron, I think he's my best chance.
I leave you for now, my dear Harry, and go think of what to say to Ron. How will I make him believe?
I slouch on my bed, for the last night, and think. I haven't done that in a long time: just sitting and thinking about nothing in particular. I do know what I am thinking: how or what I'm going to break to Ron; you; me; my parents.
I do end up falling to sleep, grateful to awake refreshed moments before Mrs. Weasley comes in and wakes us up. She's surprised to see me already awake. I tell her I just woke moments before. I gladly tell her I'll wake Ginny so she can go and wake the rest of you.
Once I have Ginny up, I get dressed myself. Muggle clothes... nothing new. I've got loads and help Ginny find something. We look normal; can't say anything about the rest.
I'm packed. I grab my trunk. As I head downstairs, I hear Mrs. Weasley yelling at Fred and George to get up. I laugh silently. Mr. Weasley tells me that I did not need to bring down my trunk. Moments later, Mrs. Weasley comes down and with a flick of her wand, breakfast appears. I sit down and grab some while everybody else comes down and joins me.
Everything after that was a blur. Once on the train, I can't find you anywhere. I don't worry. You're coming, I know that. When you don't, at the end of the trip, I know something's wrong. You missed the train! No teachers on the train, so who can I tell? You're the one with an owl! I need to get an owl, really, really badly.
I see you in the end of the mess outside of the Great Hall. I immediately relax, knowing you are safe. Now to get Ron alone and to talk to him.
You go up to bed and I hold myself back. I tell Ron that I need to talk to him and pull him over to a corner and put a silencing charm around us.
"Ron," I say, "I have to tell you something..."
"Hermione..." Ron looks worried, "what's wrong?"
"Not with me, with Harry."
Ron looks relieved. When Harry finally sinks in he mumbles out a 'Harry?'
"I know... you've got... Just hear me out, Ron."
"What?" he asked, turning very pale.
How do I tell him? "Ron..."
"What? What's wrong with Harry?"
"I... I think..." Never before have I been lost of words. I normally can't stop.
"You think what, Hermione? Don't leave me like this," he said, starting to get irritated.
Oh, I give up! "I think Harry's been abused," I blurt out, very fast, clamping my hand to my mouth, immediately turning beet red. I could put up a match for Ron's hair.
Ron just looks at me like I'm crazy. "Harry? Been abused? Come on, Hermione, think. If Harry would have been abused, he'd have told us."
"That's what I thought," I said, tears streaming down my face, "but then I thought, he probably wouldn't want us to worry about him."
"When's he done that?" Ron spat.
"Have you ever seen him change?" I asked.
"No... but neither have you..."
"Have you ever seen him when he's sleeping?" I challenge.
"No... but you-"
"Oh, Ron! Give that a rest! He fell asleep on one of the couches last year! Have you ever seen him sleeping?" I give another go.
"No-"
"You've never seen what he does?"
Ron just shook his head, not wanting to distraught me anymore.
"Ever hear him call out?"
Ron shook his head, again.
"That's because he doesn't! He's scared!"
"What would he be..."
"Has he ever talked about his family?" I keep my challenges going so I don't end up revealing too much information.
Ron thinks about this for a minute, finally looking down at his feet in defeat.
"Ron," I begin again, "you've go to believe me... I wouldn't say things like this if I really weren't worried! Something's gone wrong with him, Ron, and he's going to keep going back if we don't do anything!"
If we don't do anything?" Ron finally bursts. "I never said-"
"Ron-"tears are streaming down my face.
"Hermione, Harry would have told us if something was wrong. He wouldn't do this to us."
"But he'd do this to himself so he doesn't get-"
"Just give it a rest, Hermione. He'd tell us!"
"No, he wouldn't! This is Harry we're talking about, not some other friend. He just doesn't want-"
"OK, Hermione. Just give it up already! I've had enough of this! He'd of told us! You don't get Harry as well as I do!"
'Oh, but I do,' I think to myself, 'if not, even better.'
I take off the silencing charm after my cry has once yet subsided.
Ron walks off, full of disbelief.
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prettypup19- I wrote more, I wrote more! ~bang~
Wiccan PussyKat- No, I don't think you're incredibly stupid. Yes, she is, and she'll ease up a little bit soon enough. Yes, erm, no, I don't know. I guess you could say there's some kind of plot. Hermione does have a secret, but we won't find out about that for a while.
coolone007-2- Through to their fifth year? Probably. Maybe even to their sixth and seventh, when JK gets her books, or I might make up my own. Or maybe I'll do both.
angel74- Her secret won't be a secret anymore. It's definitely not just a reflection of each year... it's going somewhere: Hermione's secret. Yes, but the question is when... even I don't know.
Chapter Three: Disbelief
I stumble out of your room, not wanting to believe (ahem, not the reason for the title of the chapter). You, standing next to your broom, blood dripping down your arms, cuts there too. There are bruises; way to many bruises. And they look fresh, not like the one's I saw before.
'This has gone on long enough,' I scream to myself. 'I've got to tell someone... but who?'
I think about Ron. Should I even try telling him? What facts do I use? Do I tell them that I have an invisibility cloak, that I've been watching you since the beginning of last year? (Erm, yes, there is a plot... kinda... I dunno. Hermione's got a secret of her own, and it's just not Harry.)
Should I go to Dumbledor? the Weasley's? a professor? Who?! Someone needs to help me! But for me to get help, I need to tell someone first. I think I should tell Ron, I think he's my best chance.
I leave you for now, my dear Harry, and go think of what to say to Ron. How will I make him believe?
I slouch on my bed, for the last night, and think. I haven't done that in a long time: just sitting and thinking about nothing in particular. I do know what I am thinking: how or what I'm going to break to Ron; you; me; my parents.
I do end up falling to sleep, grateful to awake refreshed moments before Mrs. Weasley comes in and wakes us up. She's surprised to see me already awake. I tell her I just woke moments before. I gladly tell her I'll wake Ginny so she can go and wake the rest of you.
Once I have Ginny up, I get dressed myself. Muggle clothes... nothing new. I've got loads and help Ginny find something. We look normal; can't say anything about the rest.
I'm packed. I grab my trunk. As I head downstairs, I hear Mrs. Weasley yelling at Fred and George to get up. I laugh silently. Mr. Weasley tells me that I did not need to bring down my trunk. Moments later, Mrs. Weasley comes down and with a flick of her wand, breakfast appears. I sit down and grab some while everybody else comes down and joins me.
Everything after that was a blur. Once on the train, I can't find you anywhere. I don't worry. You're coming, I know that. When you don't, at the end of the trip, I know something's wrong. You missed the train! No teachers on the train, so who can I tell? You're the one with an owl! I need to get an owl, really, really badly.
I see you in the end of the mess outside of the Great Hall. I immediately relax, knowing you are safe. Now to get Ron alone and to talk to him.
You go up to bed and I hold myself back. I tell Ron that I need to talk to him and pull him over to a corner and put a silencing charm around us.
"Ron," I say, "I have to tell you something..."
"Hermione..." Ron looks worried, "what's wrong?"
"Not with me, with Harry."
Ron looks relieved. When Harry finally sinks in he mumbles out a 'Harry?'
"I know... you've got... Just hear me out, Ron."
"What?" he asked, turning very pale.
How do I tell him? "Ron..."
"What? What's wrong with Harry?"
"I... I think..." Never before have I been lost of words. I normally can't stop.
"You think what, Hermione? Don't leave me like this," he said, starting to get irritated.
Oh, I give up! "I think Harry's been abused," I blurt out, very fast, clamping my hand to my mouth, immediately turning beet red. I could put up a match for Ron's hair.
Ron just looks at me like I'm crazy. "Harry? Been abused? Come on, Hermione, think. If Harry would have been abused, he'd have told us."
"That's what I thought," I said, tears streaming down my face, "but then I thought, he probably wouldn't want us to worry about him."
"When's he done that?" Ron spat.
"Have you ever seen him change?" I asked.
"No... but neither have you..."
"Have you ever seen him when he's sleeping?" I challenge.
"No... but you-"
"Oh, Ron! Give that a rest! He fell asleep on one of the couches last year! Have you ever seen him sleeping?" I give another go.
"No-"
"You've never seen what he does?"
Ron just shook his head, not wanting to distraught me anymore.
"Ever hear him call out?"
Ron shook his head, again.
"That's because he doesn't! He's scared!"
"What would he be..."
"Has he ever talked about his family?" I keep my challenges going so I don't end up revealing too much information.
Ron thinks about this for a minute, finally looking down at his feet in defeat.
"Ron," I begin again, "you've go to believe me... I wouldn't say things like this if I really weren't worried! Something's gone wrong with him, Ron, and he's going to keep going back if we don't do anything!"
If we don't do anything?" Ron finally bursts. "I never said-"
"Ron-"tears are streaming down my face.
"Hermione, Harry would have told us if something was wrong. He wouldn't do this to us."
"But he'd do this to himself so he doesn't get-"
"Just give it a rest, Hermione. He'd tell us!"
"No, he wouldn't! This is Harry we're talking about, not some other friend. He just doesn't want-"
"OK, Hermione. Just give it up already! I've had enough of this! He'd of told us! You don't get Harry as well as I do!"
'Oh, but I do,' I think to myself, 'if not, even better.'
I take off the silencing charm after my cry has once yet subsided.
Ron walks off, full of disbelief.
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prettypup19- I wrote more, I wrote more! ~bang~
Wiccan PussyKat- No, I don't think you're incredibly stupid. Yes, she is, and she'll ease up a little bit soon enough. Yes, erm, no, I don't know. I guess you could say there's some kind of plot. Hermione does have a secret, but we won't find out about that for a while.
coolone007-2- Through to their fifth year? Probably. Maybe even to their sixth and seventh, when JK gets her books, or I might make up my own. Or maybe I'll do both.
angel74- Her secret won't be a secret anymore. It's definitely not just a reflection of each year... it's going somewhere: Hermione's secret. Yes, but the question is when... even I don't know.