Disclaimer- J.K Rowling is the smartest woman alive. She would probably be appalled if she read this melodramatic crap. I hope that this doesn't put ideas in any of your heads about what might happen in future HP books because I KNOW NOTHING!!! I don't own any of the characters either... This whole thing is therapy (because I was upset over the character she killed off) I'm just posting it because people told me to…
Throughout the rest of the summer, went basically the same. They got up, had breakfast together. Ron, Ginny and Cara trained hard for the Quiddich season. Harry joined them occasionally. He watched Ron improve immensely, though it was very difficult to block against Ginny and Cara's practically invincible moves. Harry soon found out that the three of them were practicing very impressive Quiddich plays. Cara taught Ginny, a very difficult move where they would spin around on their brooms which she almost perfected.
"Wow," said Ron "How can they spin like that without throwing up!" "It's called spotting." Cara said laughing. "Here, I'll teach you Ron"
"Ok" Ron said smiling at her Ron went off spinning in a particularly funny way quite unlike what Cara and Ginny were doing. "Um.... very good Ron" Cara said back to him "Here, let me show you how to fake more convincingly"
She showed him a move where he would turn to her motion as he was going to throw it to her, but accurately throw it to Ginny. After he mastered the move twenty minutes later, she gave Ron a two handed high five which almost made Ron fall off his broom. Harry often fantasized about being Quiddich captain this year, but after watching Cara and the spectacular moves she was coming up with, he thought she should not only make the team, but she would be the thing they needed to turn the team into it's very best. She was working miracles with Ron and his keeping skills. She even taught Harry a move where he could turn and curve faster. A creative mind like hers could definitely be needed on the Quiddich team. "If I don't make the team" she said defiantly "I want to create a half-time show squad and perform during all the games."
"I doubt either of you won't make it" Ron said. "We both have say in who makes it... " "But that is a great idea" Ginny said excitedly "I'll help you"
"So will I" Ron said The three of them evolved on their idea while Harry walked upstairs.
Hermione still worried him though... for she was definitely not acting normal. She would spend hours doing her homework. She would stay up all night... Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Ron and Harry tried to talk her into taking a break and sleeping...she didn't seem to listen. It was like if she kept obsessively busy on her work, she would forget that her parents are in critical condition at St. Mungo's. Most of the time, Harry would join her and got his homework done as well. Both of them were done with everything two weeks before they were to return to Hogwarts. Well, done with everything except the defense against the dark arts homework. Harry did work on it, but some questions were left unanswered.
It was midnight before the term ended... He could hear Hermione softly crying. She was at her desk with her Deffense against he dark arts homework. Harry sat next to her and Hermione quickly covered her answers. Harry smiled at her. He respected her privacy. He sat opposite her not looking at her answers. "Are you ok", he asked her.
She nodded "I'm better"
"Do you want to talk?" Harry asked her Hermione sighed. She closed her eyes for a moment and nodded. "I'll talk about my parents, if you talk about Sirius"
It was Harry's turn to have a pained look on his face. His stomach dropped. He was so worried about Hermione and her sadness. Now the full sadness came upon him again. Hermione grabbed his hands tightly. "I can't stop thinking of him Hermione. It is so painful and it's my fault that he died" Harry said finally. He stretched his eyes as wide so he could to stop the tears that were threatening him. "I miss him so much. He was like a father... I still need him."
"I know Harry, he was an amazing godfather. I know that he loved you very much... Last summer when we were with him, and Dumbledore said that you're not allowed at headquarters... he was very mad. When he heard about the dementors attacking you and you were about to be expelled... he was in rage at the ministry. He would burn copies of the daily prophet. Whenever I heard him talk about you, there was a hint of pride in his voice... I often saw him stare at your picture when he thought he was alone. He loved you more than anything... I know it. He would be so proud of you Harry. Harry looked into the face of his watch. Both his father and Sirius were staring up at each him. The familiar sparkle in his eye confirmed that what Hermione said was true. It caused Harry to bite his lip even harder. If he only didn't believe that stupid image that he saw in his mind. If he only practiced Occlumency.
Harry looked away from Hermione for a moment. He felt a horrible burning sensation in the back of his throat and his stomach. He was not going to show Hermione that he is week. She is counting on him to be strong. He only told her one thing that was bothering him... there was SO much more that he was DEFFINITELY not going to disclose to her... Knowing about the prophesy will take away the rest of the sanity that she seems to have left. Knowing how she usually is...Harry knew that if he told her about it, she will have to join her parents at St. Mungo's from the shock. Besides, it was her turn now... He was finally going to know what is going on with her in her life.
"What about you Hermione, tell me one of your biggest secrets..." asked Harry.
Hermione was horrorstruck at the thought that she finally had to tell him her absolute biggest secret.
She bit her lip and sighed "Do you promise you won't judge me by what I'm going to tell you?"
Whatever it was Harry was sure it was not as bad as his deepest secret...He smiled and held her close. "Tell me Hermione... Tell me everything"
Throughout the rest of the summer, went basically the same. They got up, had breakfast together. Ron, Ginny and Cara trained hard for the Quiddich season. Harry joined them occasionally. He watched Ron improve immensely, though it was very difficult to block against Ginny and Cara's practically invincible moves. Harry soon found out that the three of them were practicing very impressive Quiddich plays. Cara taught Ginny, a very difficult move where they would spin around on their brooms which she almost perfected.
"Wow," said Ron "How can they spin like that without throwing up!" "It's called spotting." Cara said laughing. "Here, I'll teach you Ron"
"Ok" Ron said smiling at her Ron went off spinning in a particularly funny way quite unlike what Cara and Ginny were doing. "Um.... very good Ron" Cara said back to him "Here, let me show you how to fake more convincingly"
She showed him a move where he would turn to her motion as he was going to throw it to her, but accurately throw it to Ginny. After he mastered the move twenty minutes later, she gave Ron a two handed high five which almost made Ron fall off his broom. Harry often fantasized about being Quiddich captain this year, but after watching Cara and the spectacular moves she was coming up with, he thought she should not only make the team, but she would be the thing they needed to turn the team into it's very best. She was working miracles with Ron and his keeping skills. She even taught Harry a move where he could turn and curve faster. A creative mind like hers could definitely be needed on the Quiddich team. "If I don't make the team" she said defiantly "I want to create a half-time show squad and perform during all the games."
"I doubt either of you won't make it" Ron said. "We both have say in who makes it... " "But that is a great idea" Ginny said excitedly "I'll help you"
"So will I" Ron said The three of them evolved on their idea while Harry walked upstairs.
Hermione still worried him though... for she was definitely not acting normal. She would spend hours doing her homework. She would stay up all night... Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Ron and Harry tried to talk her into taking a break and sleeping...she didn't seem to listen. It was like if she kept obsessively busy on her work, she would forget that her parents are in critical condition at St. Mungo's. Most of the time, Harry would join her and got his homework done as well. Both of them were done with everything two weeks before they were to return to Hogwarts. Well, done with everything except the defense against the dark arts homework. Harry did work on it, but some questions were left unanswered.
It was midnight before the term ended... He could hear Hermione softly crying. She was at her desk with her Deffense against he dark arts homework. Harry sat next to her and Hermione quickly covered her answers. Harry smiled at her. He respected her privacy. He sat opposite her not looking at her answers. "Are you ok", he asked her.
She nodded "I'm better"
"Do you want to talk?" Harry asked her Hermione sighed. She closed her eyes for a moment and nodded. "I'll talk about my parents, if you talk about Sirius"
It was Harry's turn to have a pained look on his face. His stomach dropped. He was so worried about Hermione and her sadness. Now the full sadness came upon him again. Hermione grabbed his hands tightly. "I can't stop thinking of him Hermione. It is so painful and it's my fault that he died" Harry said finally. He stretched his eyes as wide so he could to stop the tears that were threatening him. "I miss him so much. He was like a father... I still need him."
"I know Harry, he was an amazing godfather. I know that he loved you very much... Last summer when we were with him, and Dumbledore said that you're not allowed at headquarters... he was very mad. When he heard about the dementors attacking you and you were about to be expelled... he was in rage at the ministry. He would burn copies of the daily prophet. Whenever I heard him talk about you, there was a hint of pride in his voice... I often saw him stare at your picture when he thought he was alone. He loved you more than anything... I know it. He would be so proud of you Harry. Harry looked into the face of his watch. Both his father and Sirius were staring up at each him. The familiar sparkle in his eye confirmed that what Hermione said was true. It caused Harry to bite his lip even harder. If he only didn't believe that stupid image that he saw in his mind. If he only practiced Occlumency.
Harry looked away from Hermione for a moment. He felt a horrible burning sensation in the back of his throat and his stomach. He was not going to show Hermione that he is week. She is counting on him to be strong. He only told her one thing that was bothering him... there was SO much more that he was DEFFINITELY not going to disclose to her... Knowing about the prophesy will take away the rest of the sanity that she seems to have left. Knowing how she usually is...Harry knew that if he told her about it, she will have to join her parents at St. Mungo's from the shock. Besides, it was her turn now... He was finally going to know what is going on with her in her life.
"What about you Hermione, tell me one of your biggest secrets..." asked Harry.
Hermione was horrorstruck at the thought that she finally had to tell him her absolute biggest secret.
She bit her lip and sighed "Do you promise you won't judge me by what I'm going to tell you?"
Whatever it was Harry was sure it was not as bad as his deepest secret...He smiled and held her close. "Tell me Hermione... Tell me everything"