Chapter 19: On the way home
A few days had past before Harry or Ron could leave the hospital wing. Every one knew about what had happened to Ron and Harry. They very next day after Harry and Ron woke up. Dumbledore came back to ask Ron what had happened to him. Every one knew the details of what happened to both Harry and Ron. Harry avoided talking about what had happened to him. But know there was something else happening to Ron. Something called love.
The roomer of Ron and Hermione's get together spread around the school like wild fire. Harry was happy for them. The really deserved each other. Even thought he, Harry had none. He just could not be mad at them. They looked happy together.
The days at school passed quickly. Harry, Ron and Hermione did their exams and surprisingly, they thought they did very well. Hermione on the other hand, was worried she didn't make her essay long enough.
"Don't worry Hermione. I'm sure you did great." Ron replied when they were on the train heading home.
"But..." Hermione began.
"NO, you did great. Repeat it Hermione." Ron insisted.
"I did great." Hermione said out loud.
Harry couldn't help but smile.
Just at that very moment, he felt pain, beyond imagining course through his scar. He felt anger, as he had never felt before either. Voldemort was mad, very mad.
Hermione and Ron stared at Harry, their faces going white.
"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione asked.
"He's angry, very angry. I think he just found out I survived." Harry panted under the pain.
As the pain subsided, Harry looked at his two best friends and began to laugh.
"What's so funny Harry?" Ron asked.
"Well, Voldemort knows I'm still alive. It's as if he can keep trying to kill me, but it will never work. When I was in the dark, finding my way out. My mother said she would never let me die. And I believe her. Even though she's dead." Harry replied. Harry had always avoided talking about what he went through, until now.
"Well, they say that a mothers love and determination can go on, even after death. So it is no doubt, that she will continue to help you and be by you're side Harry." Hermione replied.
Harry looked at her felt gratitude towards her. She always knew the right thing to say. Even if it was something you didn't want to hear. She always said what was on her mind. And that was something Harry liked about her. You could always count on her.
A few days had past before Harry or Ron could leave the hospital wing. Every one knew about what had happened to Ron and Harry. They very next day after Harry and Ron woke up. Dumbledore came back to ask Ron what had happened to him. Every one knew the details of what happened to both Harry and Ron. Harry avoided talking about what had happened to him. But know there was something else happening to Ron. Something called love.
The roomer of Ron and Hermione's get together spread around the school like wild fire. Harry was happy for them. The really deserved each other. Even thought he, Harry had none. He just could not be mad at them. They looked happy together.
The days at school passed quickly. Harry, Ron and Hermione did their exams and surprisingly, they thought they did very well. Hermione on the other hand, was worried she didn't make her essay long enough.
"Don't worry Hermione. I'm sure you did great." Ron replied when they were on the train heading home.
"But..." Hermione began.
"NO, you did great. Repeat it Hermione." Ron insisted.
"I did great." Hermione said out loud.
Harry couldn't help but smile.
Just at that very moment, he felt pain, beyond imagining course through his scar. He felt anger, as he had never felt before either. Voldemort was mad, very mad.
Hermione and Ron stared at Harry, their faces going white.
"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione asked.
"He's angry, very angry. I think he just found out I survived." Harry panted under the pain.
As the pain subsided, Harry looked at his two best friends and began to laugh.
"What's so funny Harry?" Ron asked.
"Well, Voldemort knows I'm still alive. It's as if he can keep trying to kill me, but it will never work. When I was in the dark, finding my way out. My mother said she would never let me die. And I believe her. Even though she's dead." Harry replied. Harry had always avoided talking about what he went through, until now.
"Well, they say that a mothers love and determination can go on, even after death. So it is no doubt, that she will continue to help you and be by you're side Harry." Hermione replied.
Harry looked at her felt gratitude towards her. She always knew the right thing to say. Even if it was something you didn't want to hear. She always said what was on her mind. And that was something Harry liked about her. You could always count on her.