Is he there?
A Harry Potter fan fiction by
Kaidi MacKay
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fan fiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay.
A/N: Thanks again to my reviewers, I'm trying to update more regularly but with so many things going on it's very hard to find time to get on the net. This was one of the hardest chapter's I've had to write so far because of the high emotion involved. Please review and tell me what you think so I can improve.
Chapter four: Quidditch lessons
TWO YEARS LATER
"Oh Mum did you see me?" Hope jumped up and down in front of Hermione. "Yes, you're quite a natural, your Daddy was surprised," Hermione answered. "When can Harry take me up again Mum?" Hope asked joyfully.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, slightly confused. "Yes, you know Harry Mum, he was your best friend, you know, Harry Potter?" Hope was as confused as Hermione. "But, wasn't it just you on that broom Hope?" Hermione said, trying not to sound urgent. She worried that her and Ron's stories about Harry and his life were becoming an obsession.
"No Mum, didn't you see Harry there with me, he helped me steer?" Hope answered truthfully. "Hope, is Harry just an imaginary friend? Be truthful please." Hermione requested. "Mum! Harry is real, real, real, he is your friend, why don't you see him?" Hope began to get frustrated and hysterical because her mother would not believe her. Ron appeared in the back garden where the exchange had taken place. "Hope do not yell at your mother."
"But Daddy!" Hope protested.
Acting older than five was one of the things Hope did best, and Ron sometimes found himself wishing his daughter wasn't so mature.
"What are you yelling at her for?" Ron asked. "She doesn't see Harry, but when he is here with me she is always watching us playing." Hope began to cry. "Hope, is Harry here right now?" Hermione asked. "No. He had to go back to his parents," Hope sniffled. Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance. Later on that night Ron and Hermione tucked Hope into bed and sat in the kitchen discussing their daughter.
"You don't think he really is there do you?" Ron asked. "I don't know, maybe he is, and maybe he isn't." Hermione looked at a scratch in the table. "Mione?" Ron took his wife's hand, "Do you remember what Harry said when we found him?" Hermione nodded.
As clearly as Ron sitting across from her Hermione could see Harry's last moments. He knew he had to die to rid the world of Voldermort. Ron and Hermione had found him in the Shrieking Shack.
Harry was bound to the bed in the upstairs bedroom. He was on the edge of defeat. Voldermort was being summoned. Ron and Hermione had reached him after stunning the wizards standing guard outside of his room. Harry saw them and refused to be freed. "I know what must be done," he said painfully. Hermione began to cry. Harry stopped her. "Don't cry for me. Promise me you will not cry for me." "But Harry," Hermione had begun. "No, you must not cry for me, I am not important." Harry insisted. "But you are a hero," Hermione gripped his hand. "You must promise me Hermione, and you Ron, you must promise that you will remember me as me, not as a hero. Promise me." "I promise Harry," Hermione sniffled. "Harry.Me too, I promise." Ron looked his best friend in the eye. Harry looked between Ron and Hermione. "We don't have long. Ron, promise me you will never leave Hermione, make each other happy. You are the only family I've ever really had after my parents. Promise me you won't leave each other." "I promise," Ron swore, taking Hermione's other hand.
"Don't forget me," Harry asked. Hermione grasped Harry's hand.
"Tell your parents thanks, tell the twins to keep it up, tell Sirius thanks, and I know I am doing the right thing. Tell Dumbledore I know what I am doing, and tell everyone not to be sorry for me. Tell everyone I'm sorry. Tell them I'll miss them. Tell Ginny I love her. And Ron, take my gold and give it to Hogwarts, you and Hermione must have the cloak, there is a ring in the back of my drawer next to my bed. Give it to Ginny. Take my Firebolt Ron. And Mione, look after Hedwig and Dobby. I'm sorry I had to do this to you both." Hermione cried silently, "No Harry, it's not your fault."
Harry closed his eyes; "Take my hands so I know you are both here." Harry asked. Ron took one; Hermione took Ron's spare hand and squeezed Harry's hand. "You are my family, I love you both, and you are my family, my best friends."
"Don't forget me."
Hermione's focus returned to the kitchen and saw Hope in the doorway. Hermione tried to wipe away the tears that had formed in her eyes as Hope climbed into her father's lap and whispered, "Don't forget me."
Ron felt a chill run down his spine as Hope climbed off his lap and looked into his eyes. They were a brilliant green, and for a split second Ron was starring into Harry's eyes. He blinked and Hope's eyes were their regular brown colour.
"Hope, what are you doing awake?" Hermione asked. "I- I don't know. I just am." And Hope ran off to her room.
A Harry Potter fan fiction by
Kaidi MacKay
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fan fiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay.
A/N: Thanks again to my reviewers, I'm trying to update more regularly but with so many things going on it's very hard to find time to get on the net. This was one of the hardest chapter's I've had to write so far because of the high emotion involved. Please review and tell me what you think so I can improve.
Chapter four: Quidditch lessons
TWO YEARS LATER
"Oh Mum did you see me?" Hope jumped up and down in front of Hermione. "Yes, you're quite a natural, your Daddy was surprised," Hermione answered. "When can Harry take me up again Mum?" Hope asked joyfully.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, slightly confused. "Yes, you know Harry Mum, he was your best friend, you know, Harry Potter?" Hope was as confused as Hermione. "But, wasn't it just you on that broom Hope?" Hermione said, trying not to sound urgent. She worried that her and Ron's stories about Harry and his life were becoming an obsession.
"No Mum, didn't you see Harry there with me, he helped me steer?" Hope answered truthfully. "Hope, is Harry just an imaginary friend? Be truthful please." Hermione requested. "Mum! Harry is real, real, real, he is your friend, why don't you see him?" Hope began to get frustrated and hysterical because her mother would not believe her. Ron appeared in the back garden where the exchange had taken place. "Hope do not yell at your mother."
"But Daddy!" Hope protested.
Acting older than five was one of the things Hope did best, and Ron sometimes found himself wishing his daughter wasn't so mature.
"What are you yelling at her for?" Ron asked. "She doesn't see Harry, but when he is here with me she is always watching us playing." Hope began to cry. "Hope, is Harry here right now?" Hermione asked. "No. He had to go back to his parents," Hope sniffled. Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance. Later on that night Ron and Hermione tucked Hope into bed and sat in the kitchen discussing their daughter.
"You don't think he really is there do you?" Ron asked. "I don't know, maybe he is, and maybe he isn't." Hermione looked at a scratch in the table. "Mione?" Ron took his wife's hand, "Do you remember what Harry said when we found him?" Hermione nodded.
As clearly as Ron sitting across from her Hermione could see Harry's last moments. He knew he had to die to rid the world of Voldermort. Ron and Hermione had found him in the Shrieking Shack.
Harry was bound to the bed in the upstairs bedroom. He was on the edge of defeat. Voldermort was being summoned. Ron and Hermione had reached him after stunning the wizards standing guard outside of his room. Harry saw them and refused to be freed. "I know what must be done," he said painfully. Hermione began to cry. Harry stopped her. "Don't cry for me. Promise me you will not cry for me." "But Harry," Hermione had begun. "No, you must not cry for me, I am not important." Harry insisted. "But you are a hero," Hermione gripped his hand. "You must promise me Hermione, and you Ron, you must promise that you will remember me as me, not as a hero. Promise me." "I promise Harry," Hermione sniffled. "Harry.Me too, I promise." Ron looked his best friend in the eye. Harry looked between Ron and Hermione. "We don't have long. Ron, promise me you will never leave Hermione, make each other happy. You are the only family I've ever really had after my parents. Promise me you won't leave each other." "I promise," Ron swore, taking Hermione's other hand.
"Don't forget me," Harry asked. Hermione grasped Harry's hand.
"Tell your parents thanks, tell the twins to keep it up, tell Sirius thanks, and I know I am doing the right thing. Tell Dumbledore I know what I am doing, and tell everyone not to be sorry for me. Tell everyone I'm sorry. Tell them I'll miss them. Tell Ginny I love her. And Ron, take my gold and give it to Hogwarts, you and Hermione must have the cloak, there is a ring in the back of my drawer next to my bed. Give it to Ginny. Take my Firebolt Ron. And Mione, look after Hedwig and Dobby. I'm sorry I had to do this to you both." Hermione cried silently, "No Harry, it's not your fault."
Harry closed his eyes; "Take my hands so I know you are both here." Harry asked. Ron took one; Hermione took Ron's spare hand and squeezed Harry's hand. "You are my family, I love you both, and you are my family, my best friends."
"Don't forget me."
Hermione's focus returned to the kitchen and saw Hope in the doorway. Hermione tried to wipe away the tears that had formed in her eyes as Hope climbed into her father's lap and whispered, "Don't forget me."
Ron felt a chill run down his spine as Hope climbed off his lap and looked into his eyes. They were a brilliant green, and for a split second Ron was starring into Harry's eyes. He blinked and Hope's eyes were their regular brown colour.
"Hope, what are you doing awake?" Hermione asked. "I- I don't know. I just am." And Hope ran off to her room.