Authors Note: I love the movie the Last Unicorn.... Ahh the memories
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related things belong strictly to J.K. Rowling and "The Last Unicorn" is not mine either ------------------------------------------------------
Harry's life went from bad to worse. At night dreams haunted his sleep and when he was awake he couldn't stop thinking about Hermione. And that wasn't the end of it, the Gryffindor boys were quickly losing tolerance for Harry's outbursts in the night and any of the Gryffindor students who weren't mad at him for that were mad because he had lost 25 of their points in the last week, because he was so distracted in class. And, to top things off, Hermione wasn't speaking to him. Harry just couldn't take it anymore. He had to do something about his nightmare, it wasn't just interfering with his sleep, it was ruining his life. Finally he made his decision, he was going to go tell Hermione about his dream.
'After all', he though, 'I need help with this problem, and Hermione is the smartest person I know, and maybe, just maybe if I tell her about my dream she won't be mad at me anymore. Besides, a good dose of her 'know-it-all' attitude might clear my head of these things I've been thinking about her lately.'
It took Harry quite awhile to find Hermione, especially since she was avoiding him, but finally he was able to catch her in the Gryffindor common room.
"Hermione", he called to her, "Please don't blow me off. I'm so sorry that I was such a jerk, but I really need your help, things are getting out of hand."
"You think?", said Hermoine, "Isn't that what I tried to tell you? But no, you didn't need my help..."
"Please!" begged Harry, "I already apologized for being a jerk. I'm so sorry, I had a lot on my mind, but now I've come to my senses and I really could use your help...please."
Hermoine turned around ready to tell him to go find help elsewhere, he had missed his chance with her, but when she looked at him she just couldn't say it. He looked so desperate.
So instead she said, "Okay, I'll help you, but I'm still mad at you..."
Harry was so relieved
'She is so great', he thought, 'so compassionate and smart, I wish I could...", But he stopped himself at that thought. He wasn't going to forget about him and Hermione that way. So Hermione and he sat down and he began to tell her about the dream that he kept having and, to his surprise, she didn't laugh at him, except for at the part when Ron beat up Draco. When Harry was finished Hermoine just sat and thought for a minute.
"So that's it?" she said, "That's what is causing all this trouble?"
Harry nodded. Hermione was so cute when she was thinking.
"Why are you staring at me like that Harry?" asked Hermoine.
Harry blushed, "ummm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I'm just sort of tired, yea."
"Well", Hermione continued, "We've got to get to the bottom of this. Why does the dream frighten you so much?"
Harry had been afraid she would ask that question, because he had no idea why it frightened him.
"I don't know, it's all fine, but then Voldemort...well...he just shows up, out of the blue, and... I don't even know why he's there... it doesn't make sense..." Harry thought aloud.
"Well maybe that's it", said Hermione.
"What's it?" asked Harry. He still had no idea why the dream bothered him.
'Maybe it wasn't even Voldemort, maybe it was the giant hot dog', thought Harry as he picked his brain, 'After all, it was really big...'
"Maybe it's the fact that you don't really know why he's there", said Hermione, "I mean, just think about it, every other time you've come face to face with 'him' you've known what he was after. Like your first year when he was after the sorcerers stone, and you sixth year he was after the enchanted duck of Jelly Bean Lake..."
The more Harry thought about it the more sense it made. Hermione was a genius, but there was still the problem of stopping the nightmares.
"But Hermoine how can I get over that fear?" asked Harry
"It's only obvious Harry! We have to go find Schmendrick the magician!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Shemdrike the who?" inquired Harry.
"No, Schmendrick the magician, you know, the guy who helped save all the unicorns! He is an amazing hypnotist, I bet he can help you stay asleep long enough to find out what you-know-who wants!" said Hermione excitedly.
With that she grabbed Harry's hand and rushed off with him to find Schmendrick.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related things belong strictly to J.K. Rowling and "The Last Unicorn" is not mine either ------------------------------------------------------
Harry's life went from bad to worse. At night dreams haunted his sleep and when he was awake he couldn't stop thinking about Hermione. And that wasn't the end of it, the Gryffindor boys were quickly losing tolerance for Harry's outbursts in the night and any of the Gryffindor students who weren't mad at him for that were mad because he had lost 25 of their points in the last week, because he was so distracted in class. And, to top things off, Hermione wasn't speaking to him. Harry just couldn't take it anymore. He had to do something about his nightmare, it wasn't just interfering with his sleep, it was ruining his life. Finally he made his decision, he was going to go tell Hermione about his dream.
'After all', he though, 'I need help with this problem, and Hermione is the smartest person I know, and maybe, just maybe if I tell her about my dream she won't be mad at me anymore. Besides, a good dose of her 'know-it-all' attitude might clear my head of these things I've been thinking about her lately.'
It took Harry quite awhile to find Hermione, especially since she was avoiding him, but finally he was able to catch her in the Gryffindor common room.
"Hermione", he called to her, "Please don't blow me off. I'm so sorry that I was such a jerk, but I really need your help, things are getting out of hand."
"You think?", said Hermoine, "Isn't that what I tried to tell you? But no, you didn't need my help..."
"Please!" begged Harry, "I already apologized for being a jerk. I'm so sorry, I had a lot on my mind, but now I've come to my senses and I really could use your help...please."
Hermoine turned around ready to tell him to go find help elsewhere, he had missed his chance with her, but when she looked at him she just couldn't say it. He looked so desperate.
So instead she said, "Okay, I'll help you, but I'm still mad at you..."
Harry was so relieved
'She is so great', he thought, 'so compassionate and smart, I wish I could...", But he stopped himself at that thought. He wasn't going to forget about him and Hermione that way. So Hermione and he sat down and he began to tell her about the dream that he kept having and, to his surprise, she didn't laugh at him, except for at the part when Ron beat up Draco. When Harry was finished Hermoine just sat and thought for a minute.
"So that's it?" she said, "That's what is causing all this trouble?"
Harry nodded. Hermione was so cute when she was thinking.
"Why are you staring at me like that Harry?" asked Hermoine.
Harry blushed, "ummm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I'm just sort of tired, yea."
"Well", Hermione continued, "We've got to get to the bottom of this. Why does the dream frighten you so much?"
Harry had been afraid she would ask that question, because he had no idea why it frightened him.
"I don't know, it's all fine, but then Voldemort...well...he just shows up, out of the blue, and... I don't even know why he's there... it doesn't make sense..." Harry thought aloud.
"Well maybe that's it", said Hermione.
"What's it?" asked Harry. He still had no idea why the dream bothered him.
'Maybe it wasn't even Voldemort, maybe it was the giant hot dog', thought Harry as he picked his brain, 'After all, it was really big...'
"Maybe it's the fact that you don't really know why he's there", said Hermione, "I mean, just think about it, every other time you've come face to face with 'him' you've known what he was after. Like your first year when he was after the sorcerers stone, and you sixth year he was after the enchanted duck of Jelly Bean Lake..."
The more Harry thought about it the more sense it made. Hermione was a genius, but there was still the problem of stopping the nightmares.
"But Hermoine how can I get over that fear?" asked Harry
"It's only obvious Harry! We have to go find Schmendrick the magician!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Shemdrike the who?" inquired Harry.
"No, Schmendrick the magician, you know, the guy who helped save all the unicorns! He is an amazing hypnotist, I bet he can help you stay asleep long enough to find out what you-know-who wants!" said Hermione excitedly.
With that she grabbed Harry's hand and rushed off with him to find Schmendrick.