12.08 AM 09.07.04
Sorry it's been so long, but now its up and it will probably be even longer for chapter III/4 if I don't get my head on straight. Oh and for the guard's lines, I got that off the "Dialectizer" off Bored.com. I love that place. And now I have it up exactly as I want it. If you want to know what he's saying, just ask me and I can tell you. Now read. I said read, dammit, READ!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot so don't sue. If you do, I'll kick your ass.
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Chapter II- Hermione's Orders
He had a life fit for a king. He was an even bigger celebrity than he was before because he defeated Voldemort (finally) and he was sure if he asked, every witch and wizard would bow down to him and call him "Your Majesty." He could not believe how low people got when they were in awe. Absolutely disgraceful. Hermione would be ashamed of them all...
He knew where 'Mione was (a shame really, Lucius was a bastard and deserved to die) and who knows if Ron was even alive. He had vowed he would go see her, but he remembered how painful it was to look at her on graduation night. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't. Especially since he promised he wouldn't when she told him not to.
Before graduation had commenced, he, Ron, and Hermione had helped the Order defeat Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Ron disappeared that night and Hermione's extremely beautiful self became... not as physically beautiful anymore. He didn't see it happen, but she had her hair, which was in a ponytail, singed off and her arm destroyed. Her dress robes (which she was forced to duel in, seeing as it was a surprise attack in the Dark Forest) were downright marred. She had gotten cuts and bruises all over her body, and she was still bleeding in places hours after she received the wounds. It pained him to have seen his best friend in that condition. She was admitted into Azkaban indefinitely that night. Though she wasn't as physically beautiful, spiritually she became four, possibly five times more beautiful. She was glowing with pride for Harry finally defeating Voldemort, and she was beaming for the fact that she was allowed to help the Order, no matter how disfigured she became. But along with the pleasurable exhilaration, so much more was lost. His heart hurt just thinking about it.
Flashback
"Our Head Girl and valedictorian this year, Hermione Granger, has made our school so proud these past seven years. She was top in her class since her first year at the school and has made it a point to try to keep her two friends out of trouble." The hall erupted in laughter and giggles at the statement. "I'm not saying she did or didn't succeed and I'm not saying whether the staff and I wanted her to or not. She is a delightful girl. Tonight, she made me even more proud than I ever have before, and I have come to feel like this girl is family to me. As I present this magnificent young witch her diploma from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I would like to ask her for one simple dance to say goodbye." Harry watched as Hermione gave the Headmaster a slight nod as she stood up, smiling despite all the happenings of the past few hours. As she stood, gasps emitted from some of the students who had yet to notice the condition Hermione was in. Hermione placed her only hand into Dumbledore's as they readied for the next song.
The music filling the hall became a waltz for the two to dance to. She looked much happier than she had the rest of the night. What had she talked to Malfoy about? Is that what's got her so happy? Did she hit him again? Harry wondered. The song ended and Hermione wrapped her arm around the old man's neck in an attempt to hug the grandfather figure to the 'Golden Trio'. He kissed the top of her head with a sad grin and moved her towards Harry with a light nudge. Hermione nodded and ran to her only remaining friend. He stood as she came closer and enfolded her in his own arms as she attached herself to him with her single limb. A sole tear rolled down Harry's cheek as he held Hermione close to his chest. He knew he wouldn't be able to go the rest of the night without becoming a sniveling idiot. He lost the closest thing he had to family beyond Ron and Hermione two years ago and now he was losing Hermione and Ron in one single night. No one in their right mind would stay that way if their greatest friends were all taken away within three years. He clung to Hermione, listening to what she was whispering in his ear, and wouldn't let go when the Minister of Magic tried pulling her away the first time. She was successfully taken away as she murmured one last word. Harry watched in disbelief as Cornelius Fudge pushed her out the doors of the Great Hall.
End Flashback
Harry still remembered every word she said to him that night. Every word involving Ron, himself, and her own wellbeing was remembered like the date.
Flashback
"Find Ron. I don't care if he's dead or alive, just find him. Take care of yourself, Harry; don't worry about me, please. Don't ever take what anyone gives you. There are going to be people out there who are very unhappy with you for what you did tonight, no matter how magnificent. Never become Minister of Magic for any reason, please. That will only bring you more strife than necessary. Do something GOOD with your life. Stay out of Azkaban. Don't you dare come anywhere near my permanent residence. I don't care what else you do, just stay away from..."
End Flashback
He was trying to find Ron, he was taking care of himself, he wasn't minister, and he didn't take anything even slightly suspicious from anyone. He only took the knitted scarves and knick-knacks from friends and well- wishers. He stayed away from Azkaban totally for three years since she warned him against it. He had done many things that she would be proud of if she knew. He had a great life but he couldn't help but worry for her. Was she still sane? Had she received the dementor's kiss, like he almost had? What did she do with that brain of hers in those four evil walls? Did she think of him? What did she think about? Was she even alive? She was the only thing he could keep his mind on. She was all he thought about. It was all he ever did. He knew he couldn't convince Fudge to let her out, no matter what influences he used or what he said. Fudge thought Hermione was a dangerous psychopath. Even if he could, Hermione would never forgive him if he did. She felt like she should spend the rest of her life in that wretched place, even though she did nothing truly wrong. He did everything she had said except not worry about her. He couldn't help it. Knowing he was fulfilling her wishes usually left him with a warm feeling, but as of late, it only filled him with sorrow and dread. He missed her even more than Ron, who Harry had partially given up on. He knew Mione was still reachable. He wanted to see her so badly. He wouldn't, though. Her final wish was for Harry to stay away from...
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I have to come see you. I can't stay away any longer." He grabbed his cloak and apparated from his home in London. There was no way in hell that he would be able to keep that promise. EVER.
Flashback
"... I don't care what else you do, just stay away from me." Hermione Jane Granger brushed her best friend's lips with her own as she was pulled out of his arms one last time.
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Harry Potter appeared on a lone island in the middle of the sea. He looked directly up, trying to see the top of the ominous building in front of him, which was hidden in layers upon layers of gray clouds. He walked in the front doors that opened upon his arrival on the island. A small, pudgy man around 4 ½ feet tall, dressed in a red bellboy outfit, hat tipped to the side and all, walked up to Harry with a large grin on his face. Harry looked perplexedly at the man, wondering the reason behind the bellboy outfit and cap, and why a man dressed as such would be in the entrance of Azkaban Prison. Noticing a wand and a ring of miscellaneous keys on his belt, Harry deduced that the man was a guard, though he looked highly inadequate for the job.
"Mister Potter, wot brings yer ter Azkaban, then, eh, guv? I can't fink of any reason why some bloke as prominent as yer, sir, would want ter be 'ere..." the guard beamed at Harry, rambling on with that thick Cockney accent just attempting to break the silence... and succeeding.
"I would like to see Hermione Granger," Harry said morosely. The man's face fell at Hermione's name. "Barney Rubble maker, right, that one. She screams in the bloomin' middle of the bloomin' night, relentlessly flailin' 'round all the time. Right. Has a deaff wish, that girl. Proposin' it ter evry geezer 'oo passes 'er, right, she does, do wot guvnor! High security is wot she's in. woss a good man like yer want wiv a psychopaff like that?" "I didn't ask about a psychopath, I asked about Hermione Granger. Hermione is anything but a crazed maniac. The only reason she is in this wretched place is because she killed someone with a curse that is illegal. She killed someone who deserved to be dead a long time ago. She is a hero to many people. She is undeniably beautiful to few people, but those people know what she is really like. She is one of the brightest people in the entirety of England and one of the most moral. If Hermione Jane Granger is anything in this world, it is not insane. She is the most mentally sound person I know. Now please take me to see her."
"But, right, sir..."
"Now!" Harry was still unsure of how he was able to understand the man. Probably something magic about him that made it possible for everyone to understand him perfectly, or something like that. This was always Hermione's area of expertise, deducing things. Hermione...
The guard motioned for Harry to follow him and led him through a series of passages. Harry felt a familiar sharp pain in his head, but he ignored the feeling and kept walking. Prisoners screamed and yelled at the two wherever they went but Harry kept his eyes forward and his face emotionless. The guard finally stopped in front of a pair of steel doors and turned to Harry. "Are yer sure about this, sir, then, eh, luv? There are dangerous blokes beyond these doors. They could 'urt yer dreadfully and they ain't afraid to." "I'm positive. I can defend myself if anyone tries to attack me, I'm just here to see my best friend, so please, I need to see Miss Granger." "Arright, right, sir, but I warned yer. She's mad. And she's 'ad visitors, and it only made 'er worse. Especially that one fellow came about free weeks ago. He were tall, had red 'air, right, he were missin' an eye and an ear, and I fink 'e said sumfink about 'avin' six toes. He 'ave a looked like a Weasley but evry geezer knows that line is as good as gone, right, wot wiv all them fightin' wiv yer that night, right, sir. He drove 'er wild at the bleedin' sight of 'im. And that blonde tart 'oo were already 'ysterical, well, that's not a good example, she actually made the girl calm... sayin' someffin' 'bout 'er boy becomin' a muggle or someffin' like that, init?I doubt yer will 'ave a right good effect on 'er, sir." "Stop stalling, dammit! Now tell me, where do think the redheaded man might have come from? And would you be able to tell me the rest of the visitors she has had...? I need to find some clue about Ron..." Harry just knew the man who came before him was indeed his long lost best friend. Of course Hermione would get to find him first. She always did. That was how Hermione worked. She'd find something without realizing it and then tell him later. He knew it was Ron who came to see her first. He didn't get the warning. And Harry knew he lost his left eye, right ear, and two toes from each foot that night long ago. It had to be Ron, know if only he could just track him down...
But first, he had to see Hermione.
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02:43 AM 07.07.04
Hey everybody. I know it's been a long time. But now its up. And I'm back. And all is right with the world...
Well, no, not really. I hate Niall. Finn is gone at Interlochen. My father is an evil bastard. Lea's going to Florida. Emily refuses to answer my email and help me with my stories. Natalie is never on (or maybe that's me). Jackie doesn't even remember who I am. And its summer, making my stupid fricking scars even more prominent. And the fact that I'm paler than I should be at this time of year (almost everywhere on my body is white as a fish belly, and if its not bright white, its barely tanned and the same color it is in winter, when my arms and feet are unbelievably tan.) is slightly unnerving. So, no, not everything is right with the world.
But I'm okay with that. There are a lot of good things going on, too. I like being pale. My hair is the same color as a fire engine. Caitlin loves me and makes sure she talks to me whenever possible. KT is really awesome and was attached to my hip from Thursday until Monday morning. (Except for Saturday (where I spent the day with lea (or rather Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for the fourth time (whereas lea, not being half the HP fan I am, was seeing it for the first time) so I could be all giddy and hyper because I love it) and Andrea, who really needs to have the wand taken out of her ass and loosen up a little) and Sunday morning (we went to fireworks together (along with Lea, Mum, Josh, Danni, and Tony (KT's boyfriend))) aren't my parentheses so much fun to figure out?
I'm okay with life right now. I don't mind the bad things. And I'm happy with the good stuff. And hopefully, during this next year someone might kiss me instead of the other way around.
Chapter 10 of secrets is almost ready. ADKOP is still on back burner, as is Forever Yours. My AU has been discontinued (as Caitlin has sadly pointed out to me many a time) I have started another story that will most definitely be written that is HP, but Shakespeare. It will be DM/HG (which was finally chosen against a BZ/HG)
Thank you, Emmy! For my only review- "Wow, she only had one arm... that took me by surprise! Quite sad about her being shipped off to Azkaban, she didn't deserve it. Poor Draco! Please continue this story, it's really interesting! Love you, Emmy" hopefully others will follow your example and actually review this time! Please I'm begging you, I NEED reviews. Well I've been talking too much, so review, dammit! Oops, I'll be nice if you review. Please review. I will love you forever if you review my story. Ah, screw it, just hit the button below that says go, and you'll be good. BYE!!
Sorry it's been so long, but now its up and it will probably be even longer for chapter III/4 if I don't get my head on straight. Oh and for the guard's lines, I got that off the "Dialectizer" off Bored.com. I love that place. And now I have it up exactly as I want it. If you want to know what he's saying, just ask me and I can tell you. Now read. I said read, dammit, READ!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot so don't sue. If you do, I'll kick your ass.
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Chapter II- Hermione's Orders
He had a life fit for a king. He was an even bigger celebrity than he was before because he defeated Voldemort (finally) and he was sure if he asked, every witch and wizard would bow down to him and call him "Your Majesty." He could not believe how low people got when they were in awe. Absolutely disgraceful. Hermione would be ashamed of them all...
He knew where 'Mione was (a shame really, Lucius was a bastard and deserved to die) and who knows if Ron was even alive. He had vowed he would go see her, but he remembered how painful it was to look at her on graduation night. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't. Especially since he promised he wouldn't when she told him not to.
Before graduation had commenced, he, Ron, and Hermione had helped the Order defeat Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Ron disappeared that night and Hermione's extremely beautiful self became... not as physically beautiful anymore. He didn't see it happen, but she had her hair, which was in a ponytail, singed off and her arm destroyed. Her dress robes (which she was forced to duel in, seeing as it was a surprise attack in the Dark Forest) were downright marred. She had gotten cuts and bruises all over her body, and she was still bleeding in places hours after she received the wounds. It pained him to have seen his best friend in that condition. She was admitted into Azkaban indefinitely that night. Though she wasn't as physically beautiful, spiritually she became four, possibly five times more beautiful. She was glowing with pride for Harry finally defeating Voldemort, and she was beaming for the fact that she was allowed to help the Order, no matter how disfigured she became. But along with the pleasurable exhilaration, so much more was lost. His heart hurt just thinking about it.
Flashback
"Our Head Girl and valedictorian this year, Hermione Granger, has made our school so proud these past seven years. She was top in her class since her first year at the school and has made it a point to try to keep her two friends out of trouble." The hall erupted in laughter and giggles at the statement. "I'm not saying she did or didn't succeed and I'm not saying whether the staff and I wanted her to or not. She is a delightful girl. Tonight, she made me even more proud than I ever have before, and I have come to feel like this girl is family to me. As I present this magnificent young witch her diploma from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I would like to ask her for one simple dance to say goodbye." Harry watched as Hermione gave the Headmaster a slight nod as she stood up, smiling despite all the happenings of the past few hours. As she stood, gasps emitted from some of the students who had yet to notice the condition Hermione was in. Hermione placed her only hand into Dumbledore's as they readied for the next song.
The music filling the hall became a waltz for the two to dance to. She looked much happier than she had the rest of the night. What had she talked to Malfoy about? Is that what's got her so happy? Did she hit him again? Harry wondered. The song ended and Hermione wrapped her arm around the old man's neck in an attempt to hug the grandfather figure to the 'Golden Trio'. He kissed the top of her head with a sad grin and moved her towards Harry with a light nudge. Hermione nodded and ran to her only remaining friend. He stood as she came closer and enfolded her in his own arms as she attached herself to him with her single limb. A sole tear rolled down Harry's cheek as he held Hermione close to his chest. He knew he wouldn't be able to go the rest of the night without becoming a sniveling idiot. He lost the closest thing he had to family beyond Ron and Hermione two years ago and now he was losing Hermione and Ron in one single night. No one in their right mind would stay that way if their greatest friends were all taken away within three years. He clung to Hermione, listening to what she was whispering in his ear, and wouldn't let go when the Minister of Magic tried pulling her away the first time. She was successfully taken away as she murmured one last word. Harry watched in disbelief as Cornelius Fudge pushed her out the doors of the Great Hall.
End Flashback
Harry still remembered every word she said to him that night. Every word involving Ron, himself, and her own wellbeing was remembered like the date.
Flashback
"Find Ron. I don't care if he's dead or alive, just find him. Take care of yourself, Harry; don't worry about me, please. Don't ever take what anyone gives you. There are going to be people out there who are very unhappy with you for what you did tonight, no matter how magnificent. Never become Minister of Magic for any reason, please. That will only bring you more strife than necessary. Do something GOOD with your life. Stay out of Azkaban. Don't you dare come anywhere near my permanent residence. I don't care what else you do, just stay away from..."
End Flashback
He was trying to find Ron, he was taking care of himself, he wasn't minister, and he didn't take anything even slightly suspicious from anyone. He only took the knitted scarves and knick-knacks from friends and well- wishers. He stayed away from Azkaban totally for three years since she warned him against it. He had done many things that she would be proud of if she knew. He had a great life but he couldn't help but worry for her. Was she still sane? Had she received the dementor's kiss, like he almost had? What did she do with that brain of hers in those four evil walls? Did she think of him? What did she think about? Was she even alive? She was the only thing he could keep his mind on. She was all he thought about. It was all he ever did. He knew he couldn't convince Fudge to let her out, no matter what influences he used or what he said. Fudge thought Hermione was a dangerous psychopath. Even if he could, Hermione would never forgive him if he did. She felt like she should spend the rest of her life in that wretched place, even though she did nothing truly wrong. He did everything she had said except not worry about her. He couldn't help it. Knowing he was fulfilling her wishes usually left him with a warm feeling, but as of late, it only filled him with sorrow and dread. He missed her even more than Ron, who Harry had partially given up on. He knew Mione was still reachable. He wanted to see her so badly. He wouldn't, though. Her final wish was for Harry to stay away from...
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I have to come see you. I can't stay away any longer." He grabbed his cloak and apparated from his home in London. There was no way in hell that he would be able to keep that promise. EVER.
Flashback
"... I don't care what else you do, just stay away from me." Hermione Jane Granger brushed her best friend's lips with her own as she was pulled out of his arms one last time.
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Harry Potter appeared on a lone island in the middle of the sea. He looked directly up, trying to see the top of the ominous building in front of him, which was hidden in layers upon layers of gray clouds. He walked in the front doors that opened upon his arrival on the island. A small, pudgy man around 4 ½ feet tall, dressed in a red bellboy outfit, hat tipped to the side and all, walked up to Harry with a large grin on his face. Harry looked perplexedly at the man, wondering the reason behind the bellboy outfit and cap, and why a man dressed as such would be in the entrance of Azkaban Prison. Noticing a wand and a ring of miscellaneous keys on his belt, Harry deduced that the man was a guard, though he looked highly inadequate for the job.
"Mister Potter, wot brings yer ter Azkaban, then, eh, guv? I can't fink of any reason why some bloke as prominent as yer, sir, would want ter be 'ere..." the guard beamed at Harry, rambling on with that thick Cockney accent just attempting to break the silence... and succeeding.
"I would like to see Hermione Granger," Harry said morosely. The man's face fell at Hermione's name. "Barney Rubble maker, right, that one. She screams in the bloomin' middle of the bloomin' night, relentlessly flailin' 'round all the time. Right. Has a deaff wish, that girl. Proposin' it ter evry geezer 'oo passes 'er, right, she does, do wot guvnor! High security is wot she's in. woss a good man like yer want wiv a psychopaff like that?" "I didn't ask about a psychopath, I asked about Hermione Granger. Hermione is anything but a crazed maniac. The only reason she is in this wretched place is because she killed someone with a curse that is illegal. She killed someone who deserved to be dead a long time ago. She is a hero to many people. She is undeniably beautiful to few people, but those people know what she is really like. She is one of the brightest people in the entirety of England and one of the most moral. If Hermione Jane Granger is anything in this world, it is not insane. She is the most mentally sound person I know. Now please take me to see her."
"But, right, sir..."
"Now!" Harry was still unsure of how he was able to understand the man. Probably something magic about him that made it possible for everyone to understand him perfectly, or something like that. This was always Hermione's area of expertise, deducing things. Hermione...
The guard motioned for Harry to follow him and led him through a series of passages. Harry felt a familiar sharp pain in his head, but he ignored the feeling and kept walking. Prisoners screamed and yelled at the two wherever they went but Harry kept his eyes forward and his face emotionless. The guard finally stopped in front of a pair of steel doors and turned to Harry. "Are yer sure about this, sir, then, eh, luv? There are dangerous blokes beyond these doors. They could 'urt yer dreadfully and they ain't afraid to." "I'm positive. I can defend myself if anyone tries to attack me, I'm just here to see my best friend, so please, I need to see Miss Granger." "Arright, right, sir, but I warned yer. She's mad. And she's 'ad visitors, and it only made 'er worse. Especially that one fellow came about free weeks ago. He were tall, had red 'air, right, he were missin' an eye and an ear, and I fink 'e said sumfink about 'avin' six toes. He 'ave a looked like a Weasley but evry geezer knows that line is as good as gone, right, wot wiv all them fightin' wiv yer that night, right, sir. He drove 'er wild at the bleedin' sight of 'im. And that blonde tart 'oo were already 'ysterical, well, that's not a good example, she actually made the girl calm... sayin' someffin' 'bout 'er boy becomin' a muggle or someffin' like that, init?I doubt yer will 'ave a right good effect on 'er, sir." "Stop stalling, dammit! Now tell me, where do think the redheaded man might have come from? And would you be able to tell me the rest of the visitors she has had...? I need to find some clue about Ron..." Harry just knew the man who came before him was indeed his long lost best friend. Of course Hermione would get to find him first. She always did. That was how Hermione worked. She'd find something without realizing it and then tell him later. He knew it was Ron who came to see her first. He didn't get the warning. And Harry knew he lost his left eye, right ear, and two toes from each foot that night long ago. It had to be Ron, know if only he could just track him down...
But first, he had to see Hermione.
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.
.
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02:43 AM 07.07.04
Hey everybody. I know it's been a long time. But now its up. And I'm back. And all is right with the world...
Well, no, not really. I hate Niall. Finn is gone at Interlochen. My father is an evil bastard. Lea's going to Florida. Emily refuses to answer my email and help me with my stories. Natalie is never on (or maybe that's me). Jackie doesn't even remember who I am. And its summer, making my stupid fricking scars even more prominent. And the fact that I'm paler than I should be at this time of year (almost everywhere on my body is white as a fish belly, and if its not bright white, its barely tanned and the same color it is in winter, when my arms and feet are unbelievably tan.) is slightly unnerving. So, no, not everything is right with the world.
But I'm okay with that. There are a lot of good things going on, too. I like being pale. My hair is the same color as a fire engine. Caitlin loves me and makes sure she talks to me whenever possible. KT is really awesome and was attached to my hip from Thursday until Monday morning. (Except for Saturday (where I spent the day with lea (or rather Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for the fourth time (whereas lea, not being half the HP fan I am, was seeing it for the first time) so I could be all giddy and hyper because I love it) and Andrea, who really needs to have the wand taken out of her ass and loosen up a little) and Sunday morning (we went to fireworks together (along with Lea, Mum, Josh, Danni, and Tony (KT's boyfriend))) aren't my parentheses so much fun to figure out?
I'm okay with life right now. I don't mind the bad things. And I'm happy with the good stuff. And hopefully, during this next year someone might kiss me instead of the other way around.
Chapter 10 of secrets is almost ready. ADKOP is still on back burner, as is Forever Yours. My AU has been discontinued (as Caitlin has sadly pointed out to me many a time) I have started another story that will most definitely be written that is HP, but Shakespeare. It will be DM/HG (which was finally chosen against a BZ/HG)
Thank you, Emmy! For my only review- "Wow, she only had one arm... that took me by surprise! Quite sad about her being shipped off to Azkaban, she didn't deserve it. Poor Draco! Please continue this story, it's really interesting! Love you, Emmy" hopefully others will follow your example and actually review this time! Please I'm begging you, I NEED reviews. Well I've been talking too much, so review, dammit! Oops, I'll be nice if you review. Please review. I will love you forever if you review my story. Ah, screw it, just hit the button below that says go, and you'll be good. BYE!!