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Harry sat in his Transfiguration class silently. He had been in school for a week and he was already counting the days until he could go to the Weasly's for Christmas. McGonagall gave them a load of homework and then she dismissed the class. Harry and Carmen walked together to find Ron and Hermione.
"I am so tired, I didn't get any sleep last night. Can I lay my head on your shoulder?" asked Carmen when they sat down in the Great Hall.
Harry nodded and Carmen closed her eyes and cuddled up to his shoulder. They had been having this flirtation going on since school had started, but it hadn't gone father than that. Hermione came in and sat across from them. She just rolled her eyes and wrote some thing down on a piece of paper sliding it across the table to him.
Harry picked it up. He laughed at it and just shook his head. It read: When are you two going to get over this flirting thing and start dating? Harry just took his quill scribbled his answer: No comment.
Hermione just scowled and went to do her homework. Ron sat next to Hermione when he finally came back from his previous class. Ron had not mentioned the Relaxation Potion since it had happened, but he still avoided Hermione's eye. "Harry, Angelina wanted to tell you that Quidditch tryouts are happening this Friday. She is making me be a Chaser this year, since Alicia graduated last year. That's what I would rather be anyway. So there's a Keeper's position and two Beater positions open, Angelina said she didn't want any of the people that came after you guys were banned last year, they're going to have to tryout again if they want to be on it. She also said that if you plan to get detention, don't."
Harry smiled; he couldn't wait to get back on the Quidditch pitch. He had been aching to use his Firebolt since he had gotten it back from Umbridge. Carmen had opened her eyes and was listening to Ron. Harry could tell she was planning to go and practice.
"I'll help you practice for tryouts, if you want Carmen," offered Harry.
"Oh, would you? That would be great. Are you doing anything tonight?" she said lifting her head from his shoulder.
"No, so after dinner, we'll go practice?" he said looking at his watch. That wouldn't be too far from then.
"Sounds great, I'll get my broom and try to take a nap. Hermione, will you wake me when you get back?" she said picking her books up.
Hermione nodded and Carmen took off for her dormitory, and as soon as she was out of the hall Hermione and Ron leaned into talk to Harry.
"Harry, when are you going to make a move for Carmen? You guys are always flirting and it's clear that you guys both like each other," said Hermione.
Harry just laughed and started to eat. "It's none of your business, but I will tell you that when I do make a move you will know. Carmen won't be sitting here anymore because she'll be freaked out."
"Come on Harry. She's crazy about you! She probably won't be napping, she'll probably be up there primping or something," said Hermione leaning back.
"Wait, you guys aren't dating?" asked Ron looking confused. "Then what was that whole thing with her sleeping on your shoulder?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "We're not dating, we're just friends. She was tired, she just needed to nap a little."
"Oh, really?" said Ron raising his eyebrow. "You know Harry, I'm tired. Can I lay my head on your shoulder?"
Harry rolled his eyes and left them at the table. Harry decided to go to the library and found a book to help him with his Transfiguration homework. He sat there for a while and then looked at his watch. Time had passed quickly and dinner was almost over. He picked up his books and went to his dormitory to get his Firebolt. He changed out of his robes and got into a pair of worn jeans and an old t-shirt. He ran down to the Quidditch pitch he looked around for Carmen. Since she wasn't there yet, he went into the Gryffindor changing room and pulled out a Quaffle. When he came back outside he saw a pink and blue blur flying in the air. Harry was worried someone else had taken over the pitch, but when the blur landed it turned out to be Carmen.
"That was some amazing flying. What kind of broom is that?" Harry said as he approached.
"Oh, thanks. It's a Nimbus 2003. I got it this summer from Grandfather. Are you ready to through balls at me Potter?" asked Carmen lifting her broom and showing it to Harry.
Harry smiled and mounted his Firebolt. He felt the urge to kick off for the first time in forever surging through his leg. Carmen smiled at him and copied his movement. They both kicked off and Harry soared through the air. He felt free as the air quickly rushed through his hair. Harry had forgotten why he had even been flying for a while. Then he regained composure. He placed a charm on the Quaffle to make it run at Carmen. He was surprised at how good she was, almost better than Wood. She dived for each hoop and saved it from going in every time. Harry tried to change the charm to make it harder, but it didn't work, she never let the Quaffle in. Finally after practicing for three hours they decided to give it a break.
Carmen came down sweating and breathing hard. Harry showed her were the showers were, even though she wasn't supposed to use them since she wasn't on the team. When she came out she looked completely refreshed and clean. Harry smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Carmen smiled at the gesture and she wrapped her arm around her waist.
"How do you think I did?" she asked when they got into the school.
"Not too shabby," Harry joked. "You didn't miss a single hoop, so I think that's pretty good, since that's the point of the game."
Carmen smiled; she had almost killed herself trying to impress Harry with her moves. She had never worked so hard at a practice before, maybe at a game, but never a practice. They walked up to the Gryffindor Common Room and sat next to Ron and Hermione, who were doing homework quietly. Harry and Carmen pulled out there's also, but Harry couldn't concentrate on his work. He kept thinking about Carmen's hand that was lying comfortably on his leg.
Carmen hunched over her chair lifeless. Harry screamed awful words to Voldemort, who just laughed.
"Who shall I remove from your life now? Why don't I ask them?" asked Voldemort, who's smile was getting wider with every word to the point where his face just seemed like a huge smile with crazy dark eyes. He turned to Dumbledore. "Should I ask him? No, I don't think so. Why don't I ask him?" Voldermort stood in front of Ron, who shivered at his presence. "What was that? Oh, alright, I'll kill her."
Voldermort turned to Hermione with a smile, "Just one question mudblood. When were you going to tell him?"
Hermione's started to tear up. She looked at Ron and the tears fell quicker. "Go to hell, you bastard!"
"I'll race you. Guess what, I'm even going to give you a head start. Avada Kedarva!"
Harry opened his eyes quickly. He saw that he was sitting in the common room with Carmen in his arms. He looked around the dark room and saw that Hermione was in the arms of Ron. Harry rubbed his eyes with his numb hands. He looked at the rope burns on his wrists and watched as they slowly faded away. Harry slightly nudged Ron to wake him.
"I don't want to wear a dress, spiders!" he said when he woke. He looked around he tried to make look as if he hadn't said anything.
"Ron, I had another dream," Harry said in a low whisper so he wouldn't wake the girls.
"You said Occlumency with Dumbledore was working!" Ron said with a worried look on his face.
"It was but I for got to do it last night. I just fell asleep," Harry said. "But this time it's different. I'm not as exhausted as I was."
"Maybe you're experiencing what your dreams are going through and this time it was a while after all of the other ones," Ron said after he thought about it for a while.
"Surprisingly, I think you're right," Harry said. "Ron, it was awful. Hermione died this time."
Ron's face went pale and then he looked at Hermione, who was still asleep. "Harry, we can't let this happen."
"You don't have to tell me that, I can agree with you," Harry said with a roll of his eyes.
"Listen, don't yell at me. I'm just scared, okay?" Ron said getting defensive.
"I'm sorry. Listen, go back to sleep, I'll be fine," Harry said sighing. He really didn't give Harry enough credit sometimes.
Ron nodded and tried to go back to sleep. In twenty minutes the common room was filled with snores. Harry's shoulder started to hurt from the weight of Carmen on it. He decided she was probably cold and uncomfortable. Harry picked her up and carried her to his dormitory. He placed her quietly on his bed and then Harry went back downstairs to do the same for Hermione.
Then next morning Ron woke on the couch in the common room. He rubbed his eyes and looked around for Harry, but he had left an hour earlier. Ron went to his room to get his books for class and to change. When he reached his dormitory, he was surprised to see that the curtain around his canopy was closed. He went to peek his head in and got an even bigger shock of seeing Hermione. He just shook his head and got dresses, a little uncomfortable at the thought that at any moment Hermione could poke her head out and see him naked. When Ron had finished he ran downstairs to the Great Hall. He was starving and couldn't wait to have some breakfast. Harry was sitting next to Carmen and it looked like they were having a fun conversation so he decided to join them.
"Morning, Ron!" Carmen said to him with a big smile.
"Morning," he said sitting across from them.
"How did you sleep?" she asked then took a bite of pancakes.
"Great, and you?" he said. Ron still couldn't understand why Harry wasn't dating Carmen. She was so nice and seemed to like him, and it was obvious he liked her. Why did Harry have to make everything so complicated?
"Wonderfully, best sleep I've gotten since I've been here," she said.
Harry was quiet and he just smiled at Carmen.
"Hey, the mail's here," shouted a first year.
Ron looked up and saw a new bird come fly at him. He held out his foot and Ron took the letter.
Harry watched Ron as he read and wondered what it could say. Ron placed the letter down and looked at it with wide eyes.
"What's it say?" asked Harry. Ron pushed the letter to him and Harry began to read. Dear Ron,
Hey little brother, how are you? I know it's been a while since we talked, but I thought I was the one that needed to tell you the good news. Mom is hysterical and Dad is...well he's Dad. Guess what Ron! I, Bill Weasly, am engaged. I met her at the World Cup, she was rooting for the American team and I was rooting for the English team, of course. We started off in an argument, and then we started to flirt. It turned out that we had a lot in common. We have the same taste in just about everything, clothes, music, and sports. (Except for the fact that she is an America fan and I'm devoted to England. Even though it turned out she is more of an Ireland fan but was supporting America because she is American.) Fred and George were there when we met, and they seem to like her as well. Her name is Roxanne and she is one year younger than I am. She is coming over for Christmas so the whole family will get to know her. I hope your year is going well. With love, Bill.
Harry put down the letter. "Bill is getting engaged? What happened to Fleur? Wasn't he dating her?"
"Yeah, but they broke up. He said she was way too hard to understand, emotionally and because her English was really bad," Ron said. "But, I guess if he's happy we should be happy for him. I just can't get over the fact that Bill's getting married."
Harry couldn't either. It was really weird when he thought about it, but she sounded like she was great. Hermione slowly walked into the hall rubbing her eyes. She had slept very well the night before, and hated to get out of bed.
"Morning, Hermione!" Ron said with a huge smile.
Hermione smiled shyly at him and then she pushed her hair behind her ear. She sat next Ron and then helped herself to french toast. Then, as all of the owls left the hall, Hedwig landed next to Harry. She had a note attached to her leg. Harry didn't remember sending anyone a letter recently, but took the letter anyway. When he opened the letter his heart stopped. It was very familiar handwriting, but it couldn't be...could it? He picked up the letter and started to read. Dear Harry,
I'm not dead...
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Harry sat in his Transfiguration class silently. He had been in school for a week and he was already counting the days until he could go to the Weasly's for Christmas. McGonagall gave them a load of homework and then she dismissed the class. Harry and Carmen walked together to find Ron and Hermione.
"I am so tired, I didn't get any sleep last night. Can I lay my head on your shoulder?" asked Carmen when they sat down in the Great Hall.
Harry nodded and Carmen closed her eyes and cuddled up to his shoulder. They had been having this flirtation going on since school had started, but it hadn't gone father than that. Hermione came in and sat across from them. She just rolled her eyes and wrote some thing down on a piece of paper sliding it across the table to him.
Harry picked it up. He laughed at it and just shook his head. It read: When are you two going to get over this flirting thing and start dating? Harry just took his quill scribbled his answer: No comment.
Hermione just scowled and went to do her homework. Ron sat next to Hermione when he finally came back from his previous class. Ron had not mentioned the Relaxation Potion since it had happened, but he still avoided Hermione's eye. "Harry, Angelina wanted to tell you that Quidditch tryouts are happening this Friday. She is making me be a Chaser this year, since Alicia graduated last year. That's what I would rather be anyway. So there's a Keeper's position and two Beater positions open, Angelina said she didn't want any of the people that came after you guys were banned last year, they're going to have to tryout again if they want to be on it. She also said that if you plan to get detention, don't."
Harry smiled; he couldn't wait to get back on the Quidditch pitch. He had been aching to use his Firebolt since he had gotten it back from Umbridge. Carmen had opened her eyes and was listening to Ron. Harry could tell she was planning to go and practice.
"I'll help you practice for tryouts, if you want Carmen," offered Harry.
"Oh, would you? That would be great. Are you doing anything tonight?" she said lifting her head from his shoulder.
"No, so after dinner, we'll go practice?" he said looking at his watch. That wouldn't be too far from then.
"Sounds great, I'll get my broom and try to take a nap. Hermione, will you wake me when you get back?" she said picking her books up.
Hermione nodded and Carmen took off for her dormitory, and as soon as she was out of the hall Hermione and Ron leaned into talk to Harry.
"Harry, when are you going to make a move for Carmen? You guys are always flirting and it's clear that you guys both like each other," said Hermione.
Harry just laughed and started to eat. "It's none of your business, but I will tell you that when I do make a move you will know. Carmen won't be sitting here anymore because she'll be freaked out."
"Come on Harry. She's crazy about you! She probably won't be napping, she'll probably be up there primping or something," said Hermione leaning back.
"Wait, you guys aren't dating?" asked Ron looking confused. "Then what was that whole thing with her sleeping on your shoulder?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "We're not dating, we're just friends. She was tired, she just needed to nap a little."
"Oh, really?" said Ron raising his eyebrow. "You know Harry, I'm tired. Can I lay my head on your shoulder?"
Harry rolled his eyes and left them at the table. Harry decided to go to the library and found a book to help him with his Transfiguration homework. He sat there for a while and then looked at his watch. Time had passed quickly and dinner was almost over. He picked up his books and went to his dormitory to get his Firebolt. He changed out of his robes and got into a pair of worn jeans and an old t-shirt. He ran down to the Quidditch pitch he looked around for Carmen. Since she wasn't there yet, he went into the Gryffindor changing room and pulled out a Quaffle. When he came back outside he saw a pink and blue blur flying in the air. Harry was worried someone else had taken over the pitch, but when the blur landed it turned out to be Carmen.
"That was some amazing flying. What kind of broom is that?" Harry said as he approached.
"Oh, thanks. It's a Nimbus 2003. I got it this summer from Grandfather. Are you ready to through balls at me Potter?" asked Carmen lifting her broom and showing it to Harry.
Harry smiled and mounted his Firebolt. He felt the urge to kick off for the first time in forever surging through his leg. Carmen smiled at him and copied his movement. They both kicked off and Harry soared through the air. He felt free as the air quickly rushed through his hair. Harry had forgotten why he had even been flying for a while. Then he regained composure. He placed a charm on the Quaffle to make it run at Carmen. He was surprised at how good she was, almost better than Wood. She dived for each hoop and saved it from going in every time. Harry tried to change the charm to make it harder, but it didn't work, she never let the Quaffle in. Finally after practicing for three hours they decided to give it a break.
Carmen came down sweating and breathing hard. Harry showed her were the showers were, even though she wasn't supposed to use them since she wasn't on the team. When she came out she looked completely refreshed and clean. Harry smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Carmen smiled at the gesture and she wrapped her arm around her waist.
"How do you think I did?" she asked when they got into the school.
"Not too shabby," Harry joked. "You didn't miss a single hoop, so I think that's pretty good, since that's the point of the game."
Carmen smiled; she had almost killed herself trying to impress Harry with her moves. She had never worked so hard at a practice before, maybe at a game, but never a practice. They walked up to the Gryffindor Common Room and sat next to Ron and Hermione, who were doing homework quietly. Harry and Carmen pulled out there's also, but Harry couldn't concentrate on his work. He kept thinking about Carmen's hand that was lying comfortably on his leg.
Carmen hunched over her chair lifeless. Harry screamed awful words to Voldemort, who just laughed.
"Who shall I remove from your life now? Why don't I ask them?" asked Voldemort, who's smile was getting wider with every word to the point where his face just seemed like a huge smile with crazy dark eyes. He turned to Dumbledore. "Should I ask him? No, I don't think so. Why don't I ask him?" Voldermort stood in front of Ron, who shivered at his presence. "What was that? Oh, alright, I'll kill her."
Voldermort turned to Hermione with a smile, "Just one question mudblood. When were you going to tell him?"
Hermione's started to tear up. She looked at Ron and the tears fell quicker. "Go to hell, you bastard!"
"I'll race you. Guess what, I'm even going to give you a head start. Avada Kedarva!"
Harry opened his eyes quickly. He saw that he was sitting in the common room with Carmen in his arms. He looked around the dark room and saw that Hermione was in the arms of Ron. Harry rubbed his eyes with his numb hands. He looked at the rope burns on his wrists and watched as they slowly faded away. Harry slightly nudged Ron to wake him.
"I don't want to wear a dress, spiders!" he said when he woke. He looked around he tried to make look as if he hadn't said anything.
"Ron, I had another dream," Harry said in a low whisper so he wouldn't wake the girls.
"You said Occlumency with Dumbledore was working!" Ron said with a worried look on his face.
"It was but I for got to do it last night. I just fell asleep," Harry said. "But this time it's different. I'm not as exhausted as I was."
"Maybe you're experiencing what your dreams are going through and this time it was a while after all of the other ones," Ron said after he thought about it for a while.
"Surprisingly, I think you're right," Harry said. "Ron, it was awful. Hermione died this time."
Ron's face went pale and then he looked at Hermione, who was still asleep. "Harry, we can't let this happen."
"You don't have to tell me that, I can agree with you," Harry said with a roll of his eyes.
"Listen, don't yell at me. I'm just scared, okay?" Ron said getting defensive.
"I'm sorry. Listen, go back to sleep, I'll be fine," Harry said sighing. He really didn't give Harry enough credit sometimes.
Ron nodded and tried to go back to sleep. In twenty minutes the common room was filled with snores. Harry's shoulder started to hurt from the weight of Carmen on it. He decided she was probably cold and uncomfortable. Harry picked her up and carried her to his dormitory. He placed her quietly on his bed and then Harry went back downstairs to do the same for Hermione.
Then next morning Ron woke on the couch in the common room. He rubbed his eyes and looked around for Harry, but he had left an hour earlier. Ron went to his room to get his books for class and to change. When he reached his dormitory, he was surprised to see that the curtain around his canopy was closed. He went to peek his head in and got an even bigger shock of seeing Hermione. He just shook his head and got dresses, a little uncomfortable at the thought that at any moment Hermione could poke her head out and see him naked. When Ron had finished he ran downstairs to the Great Hall. He was starving and couldn't wait to have some breakfast. Harry was sitting next to Carmen and it looked like they were having a fun conversation so he decided to join them.
"Morning, Ron!" Carmen said to him with a big smile.
"Morning," he said sitting across from them.
"How did you sleep?" she asked then took a bite of pancakes.
"Great, and you?" he said. Ron still couldn't understand why Harry wasn't dating Carmen. She was so nice and seemed to like him, and it was obvious he liked her. Why did Harry have to make everything so complicated?
"Wonderfully, best sleep I've gotten since I've been here," she said.
Harry was quiet and he just smiled at Carmen.
"Hey, the mail's here," shouted a first year.
Ron looked up and saw a new bird come fly at him. He held out his foot and Ron took the letter.
Harry watched Ron as he read and wondered what it could say. Ron placed the letter down and looked at it with wide eyes.
"What's it say?" asked Harry. Ron pushed the letter to him and Harry began to read. Dear Ron,
Hey little brother, how are you? I know it's been a while since we talked, but I thought I was the one that needed to tell you the good news. Mom is hysterical and Dad is...well he's Dad. Guess what Ron! I, Bill Weasly, am engaged. I met her at the World Cup, she was rooting for the American team and I was rooting for the English team, of course. We started off in an argument, and then we started to flirt. It turned out that we had a lot in common. We have the same taste in just about everything, clothes, music, and sports. (Except for the fact that she is an America fan and I'm devoted to England. Even though it turned out she is more of an Ireland fan but was supporting America because she is American.) Fred and George were there when we met, and they seem to like her as well. Her name is Roxanne and she is one year younger than I am. She is coming over for Christmas so the whole family will get to know her. I hope your year is going well. With love, Bill.
Harry put down the letter. "Bill is getting engaged? What happened to Fleur? Wasn't he dating her?"
"Yeah, but they broke up. He said she was way too hard to understand, emotionally and because her English was really bad," Ron said. "But, I guess if he's happy we should be happy for him. I just can't get over the fact that Bill's getting married."
Harry couldn't either. It was really weird when he thought about it, but she sounded like she was great. Hermione slowly walked into the hall rubbing her eyes. She had slept very well the night before, and hated to get out of bed.
"Morning, Hermione!" Ron said with a huge smile.
Hermione smiled shyly at him and then she pushed her hair behind her ear. She sat next Ron and then helped herself to french toast. Then, as all of the owls left the hall, Hedwig landed next to Harry. She had a note attached to her leg. Harry didn't remember sending anyone a letter recently, but took the letter anyway. When he opened the letter his heart stopped. It was very familiar handwriting, but it couldn't be...could it? He picked up the letter and started to read. Dear Harry,
I'm not dead...
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