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Chapter 2
Double Scar
Later that morning in the common room, Harry, Ron and Hermione were whispering in the corner.
"Harry, were you really dreaming about h--h--him?" asked Ron. Harry nodded and gave a look to Hermione. 'Not right now' she mouthed.
"Are you wanting to know what the dream was about?" asked Harry.
"Only if you want to Harry," was Ron's reply. Harry nodded.
"I was talking to Voldemort. He had you, and Hermione in hold by some deatheaters. I was calling him scum et cetera. He only laughed. He took out his wand and pointed to me and yelled 'Crucio' at me. I was filled with pain. Eventually he stopped and laughed again. He told me he was going to kill everyone I loved; and that he had already started. First my parents, then Sirius, he said next he'd kill you and Hermione, then he'd kill Dumbledore and everyone else who didn't want to join him. I told him he'd never do that; that I wouldn't let him. He laughed again. He pointed his wand at Ron, and laughed. Then he... he performed Avada Kedavra. I yelled. Then he sent images through me head... Of my parents... of Sirius. They all looked so unhappy. Then he pointed his wand at Hermione and started saying 'Avada Kedavr--' then I woke up." Hermione was crying, and Ron was looking pale. There was silence.
"H--Harry? Were you speaking to him in Parsletongue?" Hermione asked nervously. Harry nodded slowly giving her an odd look.
"You were talking in your sleep..." she replied to his look. They continued talking until it was time forbreakfast, at which time, they left the common room for the great hall. At breakfast an owl came to Harry. He took the letter of the owl, and the owl flew off. He opened the letter.
Harry,
Meet me at the lake after dinner. See you there.
He looked up at Hermione and she nodded.
After Dinner, Harry went up to his room and grabbed his Invisibility Cloak. He pulled it around himself and walked down to the lake. He saw Hermione waiting. He sat down beside her and took the cloak off. She gasped. Ignoring her reaction, he spoke.
"So, you wanted to meet me?" he said. She nodded.
"You know how I knew what you were dreaming about? It wasn't just because of what you were muttering Harry," she started.
"Your scar... I touched it Harry, it was burning hot," she said and lifted her hand up. The scar was already apparent. He gasped.
"I put my hand over it, and kept it there, ignoring the pain. It started to sear, and I removed my hand. It's a scar now Harry... It's exactly like yours..." she said nervously.
"What's this mean?" Harry asked.
"H--Harry... I think that our minds are now somewhat linked," she said. He coughed.
"W-what!?" he said.
"I know..." she replied.
"You realize that's bad don't you? Do you realize, that my mind is somewhat linked to Voldemort's, and now yours is connected to it. That... that might mean Hermione, that your mind is slightly connected to his. It wouldn't be a very strong connection... but..." he said. She gasped.
"I hadn't thought of that... Oh Harry..." she said.
"I might be wrong Hermione. It might just be that your mind is connected to mine. That it isn't a two-way link. Meaning, Voldemort couldn't get into your brain. You would just... might be able to see what's happening in my mind when Voldemort's really deeply inside..." he said shakily. She nodded.
"Even if it is Two-way, he might not be able to get past my mind. Maybe we're strongly connected, but he gave me this scar, and the prophecy, it connects us too I think," he said; then gasped at what he had just said.
"Harry... Is there something you haven't told us?" she asked shakily. He stared at the ground and nodded slowly.
"Why do you keep everything hidden and bottled away Harry?" she asked.
He kept silent.
"Are you going to tell me about this prophecy?" she asked.
"I s'pose... You'd probably be able to find out anyway... Any time I was thinking about it hard, you'd hear my thoughts.
"It was after... after--" he paused and started crying. Hermione looked at him to see tears running slowly down his cheeks. She put an arm behind him and started rubbing his back. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"It was after... his death... Dumbledore finally figured he owed me some explanations. He started telling me all this stuff. Then he got to this one part. Said at one point, they were looking for a new Divination teacher, he was interviewing Trelawney and didn't think highly of her. U--Until... she said something. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will park him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies….' I have to fight him... or let him kill me. Neither can live with the other. He doesn't know the whole prophecy, Voldemort. That's what the deatheaters were trying to get that night. I got there first and smashed the prophecy. Dumbledore knew it though, so he told me. He had it saved in his pensieve. It didn't necessarily have to be me... but now that Voldemort's marked me as his equal as the prophecy calls it... it does have to be me" he finished. Hermione was crying.
"What do you mean it wouldn't necessarily have had to be you?" she asked.
"Neville. He could have been the one, his parents defied the him three times and lived, and had a son, 'as the seventh month dies'; but he chose me... It's me now. I wouldn't wish this on anyone anyway," he replied.
"Oh Harry... and.. you--you--you have to fight him? No choice in the matter what so ever? Harry... why don't you tell us anything? You keep everything bottled up, like you squash is into ball and hide it in your pocket, then when the ball gets too big for your pocket you blow over and explode with emotion, then start making a new little ball in your pocket. Why can't you just tell someone?" she replied. He was silent.
"Yes Hermione... I have to fight him. And... I don't know why I bottle it up. I have to be Mr. Hero. I can't do it... You have to always be perfect. Flawless... I'm sure they'd love it if I was even more perfect. Like, was hot instead of an ugly joke; and was a good public speaker, and loved their attention et cetera..." he started.
"Maybe they would like it if you were a snotty brat like Malfoy and loved the attention and loved speaking with them Harry, but not many other people would. As for looks... you already look fine Harry. You look perfect already; even your unruly hair," she said and gasped.
'Did I just say that out loud? Geesh, good going Hermione! Idiot...'
"Uh... thanks..." he replied and started getting nervous. Both were glad it was dark for they were both blushing profusely.
"Uh... you wanna go inside? It's getting late..." she muttered.
"Sure..." he replied. They walked back hand in hand, though neither noticed.
In the common room, Harry and Hermione talked a bit more before going to bed.
"Uh… Hermione… what you said earlier… I-I mean… Your beautiful too…" Harry said. 'I don't see why I said that...' he thought. They both then blushed.
"Erm… thanks Harry," she said nervously. He nodded, and they went walked to their dorms.
"Hey Harry…? Are you gonna tell Ron… about… the prophecy?" Hermione asked.
"I dunno…" he replied and went in his dorm.
Hermione's POV
'Did Harry really mean that?' I thought, as I lay on my bed. 'Was he just being kind? Or… I mean…Does he…? Nah… Could he? Did I mean what I said? I mean… Do I?'
Narrative
Harry sat in his bed, also thinking along the same lines as Hermione. Though neither knew it.
In the morning, all three went to the Great Hall and sat down.
"Harry, did you have any nightmares last night?" Hermione whispered. He nodded.
"I thought so…" she said. He gave her a strange look, but then she lifted her hand and he nodded.
"You know, you two should really hook up or something. You can practically read each other's minds anyhow," spoke up Ron, then dived back into his food. They both started blushing.
"Don't be silly Ron… I can't read Harry's mind, and neither can he," Hermione said shakily.
"Sure… he can't what?" Ron replied, taking a break from his food.
"He can't read his own mind for one matter, and he can't read mine," she replied and looked down at her food.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked.
"Well you can't, can you? Read your own mind?" she replied. She gave him a look that said 'Remember last night?'. Harry just muttered something and went back to his food.
'He's really quite cute when he's thinking…' thought Hermione. 'Bah! Stop thinking like that! You don't like… Harry' she thought and mentally slapped herself.
The year continued; at least once a week Harry would have a nightmare, but usually he would wake up from them much easier than the second time he had the dreams at Hogwarts that year. Hermione also had the dreams, because she was now linked to Harry. She worried about him.
"So Harry, what are you gonna do this summer?" Hermione asked at breakfast one morning.
"Same thing I always do? Slave to the Dursleys, do homework, and sit in my room…" he replied glumly.
"You're not going to let them do to you what they did last summer are you Harry?" she asked.
"I can't fight back Hermione…" he replied. She sighed. She picked up her right hand and looked at it. She ran her fingers over the scar that now lay on her palm. She had a sudden rush of things Harry was thinking deeply about.
'Why did Cedric have to die… why is it me… Why can't I be normal? Then I could walk by a girl and not have them ask me out on a date so they could appear in headline news… Hermione…She's the only person who doesn't do that at all… She treats me like I'm human…She's a bit dense on certain matters… like… how I feel about her… but she's smart, beautiful, and my best friend. Best friend…I'm glad Hermione was in that bathroom when the troll was let out…would I have met her otherwise? I don't think I could really survive without Hermione…' Hermione's head shot up and looked at Harry, thinking about all she had heard him thinking about.
'Am I really that important to Harry?' she thought. 'Does he think I'm beautiful? Of course he does idiot, you just heard his thoughts. But…I mean… I think I've liked Harry since first year, when he saved me from that troll… but I think he's right… I am a bit dense on the matter of noticing he likes me…I wonder how long he's liked me? Why did he save me from that troll? We didn't really know each other, Ron had just insulted me…How would the past years at Hogwarts have been if I hadn't had Harry? Awful… I think we both need each other… But will we ever go farther than friends? I mean… we both like each other, I know that now… But neither of us will tell the other that. I wonder…will he ask me to the ball this year?' thought Hermione.
'How on earth can he stand living with those muggles? For the first eleven years of his life, he lived in a cupboard, they decided 'Out of the goodness of their hearts' to give him his cousin's second bedroom after he came back from school. You kind of gotta feel sorry for his cousin when Harry accidentally got him trapped in a python tank at the zoo. Wasn't that where Harry talked to his first snake? Awfully odd…I can't stand the thought of him going back to those muggles shortly after the ball…' thought Hermione.
Very quickly the ball approached. Two weeks until the ball, and still no one had asked Hermione. She was standing in the hallway thinking about it when she noticed a tapping on her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was. It was Harry; she looked up at him into his eyes.
"Hey Hermione," called Harry.
"Hello Harry," she replied.
"Hey Hermione… I was thinking… I mean… has anyone asked you to the ball yet?" he asked somewhat shakily.
"'Course not Harry, why would anyone want to go with crazy old ugly bookworm Hermione? Heh," she replied.
"I would… I mean… would you go with me?" he replied. She smiled and hugged him.
"'Course Harry, I'd love to," she replied happily.
"Cause if you don't want to I'll understand- wait… did you just say yes?" he rambled. Hermione laughed.
"Yes Harry," she replied.
"Thank you Hermione," he said. Hermione stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, then picked up her things and left him, smiling. He brought his hand to his cheek and smiled. He knew she was going to the library, but he decided to walk to the common room anyway.
Chapter 2
Double Scar
Later that morning in the common room, Harry, Ron and Hermione were whispering in the corner.
"Harry, were you really dreaming about h--h--him?" asked Ron. Harry nodded and gave a look to Hermione. 'Not right now' she mouthed.
"Are you wanting to know what the dream was about?" asked Harry.
"Only if you want to Harry," was Ron's reply. Harry nodded.
"I was talking to Voldemort. He had you, and Hermione in hold by some deatheaters. I was calling him scum et cetera. He only laughed. He took out his wand and pointed to me and yelled 'Crucio' at me. I was filled with pain. Eventually he stopped and laughed again. He told me he was going to kill everyone I loved; and that he had already started. First my parents, then Sirius, he said next he'd kill you and Hermione, then he'd kill Dumbledore and everyone else who didn't want to join him. I told him he'd never do that; that I wouldn't let him. He laughed again. He pointed his wand at Ron, and laughed. Then he... he performed Avada Kedavra. I yelled. Then he sent images through me head... Of my parents... of Sirius. They all looked so unhappy. Then he pointed his wand at Hermione and started saying 'Avada Kedavr--' then I woke up." Hermione was crying, and Ron was looking pale. There was silence.
"H--Harry? Were you speaking to him in Parsletongue?" Hermione asked nervously. Harry nodded slowly giving her an odd look.
"You were talking in your sleep..." she replied to his look. They continued talking until it was time forbreakfast, at which time, they left the common room for the great hall. At breakfast an owl came to Harry. He took the letter of the owl, and the owl flew off. He opened the letter.
Harry,
Meet me at the lake after dinner. See you there.
He looked up at Hermione and she nodded.
After Dinner, Harry went up to his room and grabbed his Invisibility Cloak. He pulled it around himself and walked down to the lake. He saw Hermione waiting. He sat down beside her and took the cloak off. She gasped. Ignoring her reaction, he spoke.
"So, you wanted to meet me?" he said. She nodded.
"You know how I knew what you were dreaming about? It wasn't just because of what you were muttering Harry," she started.
"Your scar... I touched it Harry, it was burning hot," she said and lifted her hand up. The scar was already apparent. He gasped.
"I put my hand over it, and kept it there, ignoring the pain. It started to sear, and I removed my hand. It's a scar now Harry... It's exactly like yours..." she said nervously.
"What's this mean?" Harry asked.
"H--Harry... I think that our minds are now somewhat linked," she said. He coughed.
"W-what!?" he said.
"I know..." she replied.
"You realize that's bad don't you? Do you realize, that my mind is somewhat linked to Voldemort's, and now yours is connected to it. That... that might mean Hermione, that your mind is slightly connected to his. It wouldn't be a very strong connection... but..." he said. She gasped.
"I hadn't thought of that... Oh Harry..." she said.
"I might be wrong Hermione. It might just be that your mind is connected to mine. That it isn't a two-way link. Meaning, Voldemort couldn't get into your brain. You would just... might be able to see what's happening in my mind when Voldemort's really deeply inside..." he said shakily. She nodded.
"Even if it is Two-way, he might not be able to get past my mind. Maybe we're strongly connected, but he gave me this scar, and the prophecy, it connects us too I think," he said; then gasped at what he had just said.
"Harry... Is there something you haven't told us?" she asked shakily. He stared at the ground and nodded slowly.
"Why do you keep everything hidden and bottled away Harry?" she asked.
He kept silent.
"Are you going to tell me about this prophecy?" she asked.
"I s'pose... You'd probably be able to find out anyway... Any time I was thinking about it hard, you'd hear my thoughts.
"It was after... after--" he paused and started crying. Hermione looked at him to see tears running slowly down his cheeks. She put an arm behind him and started rubbing his back. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"It was after... his death... Dumbledore finally figured he owed me some explanations. He started telling me all this stuff. Then he got to this one part. Said at one point, they were looking for a new Divination teacher, he was interviewing Trelawney and didn't think highly of her. U--Until... she said something. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will park him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies….' I have to fight him... or let him kill me. Neither can live with the other. He doesn't know the whole prophecy, Voldemort. That's what the deatheaters were trying to get that night. I got there first and smashed the prophecy. Dumbledore knew it though, so he told me. He had it saved in his pensieve. It didn't necessarily have to be me... but now that Voldemort's marked me as his equal as the prophecy calls it... it does have to be me" he finished. Hermione was crying.
"What do you mean it wouldn't necessarily have had to be you?" she asked.
"Neville. He could have been the one, his parents defied the him three times and lived, and had a son, 'as the seventh month dies'; but he chose me... It's me now. I wouldn't wish this on anyone anyway," he replied.
"Oh Harry... and.. you--you--you have to fight him? No choice in the matter what so ever? Harry... why don't you tell us anything? You keep everything bottled up, like you squash is into ball and hide it in your pocket, then when the ball gets too big for your pocket you blow over and explode with emotion, then start making a new little ball in your pocket. Why can't you just tell someone?" she replied. He was silent.
"Yes Hermione... I have to fight him. And... I don't know why I bottle it up. I have to be Mr. Hero. I can't do it... You have to always be perfect. Flawless... I'm sure they'd love it if I was even more perfect. Like, was hot instead of an ugly joke; and was a good public speaker, and loved their attention et cetera..." he started.
"Maybe they would like it if you were a snotty brat like Malfoy and loved the attention and loved speaking with them Harry, but not many other people would. As for looks... you already look fine Harry. You look perfect already; even your unruly hair," she said and gasped.
'Did I just say that out loud? Geesh, good going Hermione! Idiot...'
"Uh... thanks..." he replied and started getting nervous. Both were glad it was dark for they were both blushing profusely.
"Uh... you wanna go inside? It's getting late..." she muttered.
"Sure..." he replied. They walked back hand in hand, though neither noticed.
In the common room, Harry and Hermione talked a bit more before going to bed.
"Uh… Hermione… what you said earlier… I-I mean… Your beautiful too…" Harry said. 'I don't see why I said that...' he thought. They both then blushed.
"Erm… thanks Harry," she said nervously. He nodded, and they went walked to their dorms.
"Hey Harry…? Are you gonna tell Ron… about… the prophecy?" Hermione asked.
"I dunno…" he replied and went in his dorm.
Hermione's POV
'Did Harry really mean that?' I thought, as I lay on my bed. 'Was he just being kind? Or… I mean…Does he…? Nah… Could he? Did I mean what I said? I mean… Do I?'
Narrative
Harry sat in his bed, also thinking along the same lines as Hermione. Though neither knew it.
In the morning, all three went to the Great Hall and sat down.
"Harry, did you have any nightmares last night?" Hermione whispered. He nodded.
"I thought so…" she said. He gave her a strange look, but then she lifted her hand and he nodded.
"You know, you two should really hook up or something. You can practically read each other's minds anyhow," spoke up Ron, then dived back into his food. They both started blushing.
"Don't be silly Ron… I can't read Harry's mind, and neither can he," Hermione said shakily.
"Sure… he can't what?" Ron replied, taking a break from his food.
"He can't read his own mind for one matter, and he can't read mine," she replied and looked down at her food.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked.
"Well you can't, can you? Read your own mind?" she replied. She gave him a look that said 'Remember last night?'. Harry just muttered something and went back to his food.
'He's really quite cute when he's thinking…' thought Hermione. 'Bah! Stop thinking like that! You don't like… Harry' she thought and mentally slapped herself.
The year continued; at least once a week Harry would have a nightmare, but usually he would wake up from them much easier than the second time he had the dreams at Hogwarts that year. Hermione also had the dreams, because she was now linked to Harry. She worried about him.
"So Harry, what are you gonna do this summer?" Hermione asked at breakfast one morning.
"Same thing I always do? Slave to the Dursleys, do homework, and sit in my room…" he replied glumly.
"You're not going to let them do to you what they did last summer are you Harry?" she asked.
"I can't fight back Hermione…" he replied. She sighed. She picked up her right hand and looked at it. She ran her fingers over the scar that now lay on her palm. She had a sudden rush of things Harry was thinking deeply about.
'Why did Cedric have to die… why is it me… Why can't I be normal? Then I could walk by a girl and not have them ask me out on a date so they could appear in headline news… Hermione…She's the only person who doesn't do that at all… She treats me like I'm human…She's a bit dense on certain matters… like… how I feel about her… but she's smart, beautiful, and my best friend. Best friend…I'm glad Hermione was in that bathroom when the troll was let out…would I have met her otherwise? I don't think I could really survive without Hermione…' Hermione's head shot up and looked at Harry, thinking about all she had heard him thinking about.
'Am I really that important to Harry?' she thought. 'Does he think I'm beautiful? Of course he does idiot, you just heard his thoughts. But…I mean… I think I've liked Harry since first year, when he saved me from that troll… but I think he's right… I am a bit dense on the matter of noticing he likes me…I wonder how long he's liked me? Why did he save me from that troll? We didn't really know each other, Ron had just insulted me…How would the past years at Hogwarts have been if I hadn't had Harry? Awful… I think we both need each other… But will we ever go farther than friends? I mean… we both like each other, I know that now… But neither of us will tell the other that. I wonder…will he ask me to the ball this year?' thought Hermione.
'How on earth can he stand living with those muggles? For the first eleven years of his life, he lived in a cupboard, they decided 'Out of the goodness of their hearts' to give him his cousin's second bedroom after he came back from school. You kind of gotta feel sorry for his cousin when Harry accidentally got him trapped in a python tank at the zoo. Wasn't that where Harry talked to his first snake? Awfully odd…I can't stand the thought of him going back to those muggles shortly after the ball…' thought Hermione.
Very quickly the ball approached. Two weeks until the ball, and still no one had asked Hermione. She was standing in the hallway thinking about it when she noticed a tapping on her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was. It was Harry; she looked up at him into his eyes.
"Hey Hermione," called Harry.
"Hello Harry," she replied.
"Hey Hermione… I was thinking… I mean… has anyone asked you to the ball yet?" he asked somewhat shakily.
"'Course not Harry, why would anyone want to go with crazy old ugly bookworm Hermione? Heh," she replied.
"I would… I mean… would you go with me?" he replied. She smiled and hugged him.
"'Course Harry, I'd love to," she replied happily.
"Cause if you don't want to I'll understand- wait… did you just say yes?" he rambled. Hermione laughed.
"Yes Harry," she replied.
"Thank you Hermione," he said. Hermione stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, then picked up her things and left him, smiling. He brought his hand to his cheek and smiled. He knew she was going to the library, but he decided to walk to the common room anyway.