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A/N: Now this chapter didn't take as long as I thought it would, though it did contain a lot of different events that progresses the story along. This chapter has some "romance", mind you, it's not that romantically based, so bare with me... It will eventually move along in the romance direction. Now, it may seem that this story is not really PG-13 material, but trust me, this story isn't rated PG-13 for language without a reason, so it will come... Thanks again for all the reviews, it really does help me feel a lot more motivated to update ASAP... so thanks again!!!!
Chapter 6: The Surrounding Darkness
"What's that, Harry?" Hermione saw Harry pocket the Marauding Mirror and pointed to Harry's pocketed hand.
"Oh, it's the Marauding Mirror," he said rather mutinously as if he invented it, "Fred and George gave it to me."
"The what?" Hermione looked at him bewildered.
"The Marauding Mirror: it changes your appearance into anyone you want when you say their name into it." he said in a monotone. Hermione formed her mouth into a "o" and simply nodded in understanding as she continued to walk down the cobblestone street.
"That just might come into use this year," she blurted out as Harry glanced in earnest at Quality Quidditch Supplies, "Well, given the resent events, but I still think it might have been someone trying to stir things up... But, I could be wrong." Harry gave her a side ways glance and knew that what she said was something, she'd always liked to believe she were right, and he found himself hoping she were too.
"Hermione, how am I supposed to know what to get at Flourish and Blotts if I hadn't even gotten my supply list or anything?"
"Dumbledore," she said shortly.
"Dumbledore?" she nodded at him as they passed Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and remembered for a fleeting moment that they had another dance this year.
"He sent a letter telling us to get you- Oh, he sent your O.W.L results! Sorry, Harry, we just sort of forgot." she looked up at him as though he were going to yell at her, "Of, course we didn't look at them... They came with you N.E.W.T.s too. Mrs. Weasley brought you list with her, she told me in Fred and George's shop." she added,
"How many O.W.L.s did you get?" Harry asked her to reassure her that he didn't plan on yelling at her.
"Eleven," she sighed, "I could've done better... I could've gotten twelve..." he frowned and raised a brow at her. That was the Hermione he missed over the summer...
"Hermione, you'd only get twelve if you had stayed in Divination... you did fine." he smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze as they approached Flourish and Blotts, "You probably did better than me and Ron, so don't worry." she stopped abruptly and looked up at him in a funny way that made Harry's stomach flip- flop.
"Thanks, Harry," she threw her arms around him, "you don't know how much that means for me..." she said into his cloak. Harry, feeling abashed by this sudden event, started to notice the people looking and staring at them, and felt his own cheeks redden.
"Your-er- welcome, Hermione," he hugged her back and they separated. He noticed that her cheeks were a visible shade of pink and he afterward felt awkward with her, for his heart was in his throat the whole time. "So- erm- what N.E.W.T.s did you get?" Harry decided to make a slight transition in subject as they continued to walk.
"Oh," she smiled and looked up at him in satisfaction, "Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, History of Magic, and Ancient Runes. I guess there isn't a N.E.W.T level Study of Magical Creatures, because I got a O.W.L in there." she suddenly came out of her rueful mood.
"Have you decided what you're going to do after Hogwarts?" she nodded.
"Either a Healer," she took a sideways glance at him, and said breathlessly, "or a Auror..." she looked up at him nervously. Harry's heart sunk for her and Ron, they had said in a letter over the summer that they wanted to help him find and defeat Voldemort's Death Eaters. He really wished they wouldn't, though he appreciated it, he didn't want anything else to happen to them. They'd been hurt almost every time they encountered something of Voldemort's, and he just wanted all that to end.
"Hermione-" he said with a start.
"Me and Ron have already decided upon it, we want to help you, Harry." she said hastily. He left it at that. He didn't want to cause a commotion of shouts about Voldemort, the Daily Prophet would love that. He would talk to Ron and Hermione back at the Burrow about it, though he doubted that any of his dissuasions would convince them, otherwise. This was his life he had to live, he didn't Ron and Hermione to live his life, they had their own.
They walked the few steps into Flourish and Blotts, and Ron stood at the entrance in front of a large window. His arms were laden with his sixth year books, and he grinned at them as the door closed behind them.
"Hiya, Harry," Ron greeted them, "Mum says it's easier now to buy knew school supplies... What with Fred and George not going to Hogwarts anymore." Ron gestured at Ginny, who was purchasing her books. Harry knew all too well that the Weasleys didn't have too much money to begin with, and he had to admit that now that Ron was getting his own, new supplies, Ron seemed a lot happier. Harry grinned at Ron, who was looking past Harry. Harry followed his gaze to behind him and saw the girls from Fred and George's shop giggling and pointing at him in hushed whispers.
"Oh, honestly..." Hermione mumbled under her breath and threw them a dirty look, which she received in return as the girls walked briskly past them and out of the shop. Harry noticed that the girl with the icy-blue eyes winked as she exited and giggled. "That's awfully degrading, if you ask me." Hermione said heatedly.
"Why would you care about Harry's personal life, anyway?" Ron turned on her, "It's none of your business at all!" Hermione blushed and looked at him as though he has slapped her.
"I'm not saying it is!" she said through clenched teeth.
"Then don't worry about it!" Ron finished huffing as Hermione scoffed and walked off, shaking her head and muttering and hissing.
"You really didn't have to say that," Harry turned to Ron, "I don't think she meant anything by it. She's always been like that." this was true: Hermione never did take likely to girls who gossiped and acted "childish."
"Well, she'll get over it," he nodded at Hermione, who was looking at her list and grabbing books, "looks like she already has, she's found books..." Harry snorted and shook his head, "Um, Harry, I'm going to-erm- Fred and George's real quick to ask about their-er- new items. Be right back, okay?"
"Yeah, I need to get my books anyway..."
"Be back in a bit, mate!" He hurried out the door and Harry set off to get his list from Mrs. Weasley. After retrieving it, he looked up and down the list and read:
UNIFORM Six-year students will require:
1. Dress robes of their fancy
2. One pair of new Graphorn hide gloves
(note: JKR wrote the authors!!! They are not mine!!!)
COURSE BOOKS Six-year students should have one copy of:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6)
By Miranda Goshawk
Modern Day Transfiguration for the Advanced
By Emreric Switch
The Art of Advanced Potion Making
By Arsenius Jigger
Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul
By Cassandra Vablatskey (JKR made title on this one)
Dark Magic Practices For the All Ready Practiced
By Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT:
1 set of new glass phials
Harry frowned at the "Advanced Potion Making" part. He really didn't feel like he could muster up the energy to sit through a advanced class of potions with Snape breathing down his neck. He heaved a long sigh and went to join Hermione at the far end of the book shelf, who was still hissing under her breath.
"Sorry about what Ron said..." she gave him a half glance.
"You shouldn't take the fault for something he did... If he's really sorry, he'll come and tell me, if he's reasonable." she grabbed a book off the shelve and handed it to him, "You'll be needing this, won't you?" she asked as she thrust it into Harry's arms. She trailed the authors on the books with her finger and turned to the other side of the book shelf, so that the store's center was not visible to her. He followed her and started looking along the long array of books for his own. He was about to grab the Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6), when his scar prickled with a sensation he never felt before. He stopped dead and waited for it to sear with pain, but it never came and Hermione turned to him.
"Harry?" she starred at him and shook him as though waking him, "Harry, are you all right?" Harry didn't know if he was or not, it felt as though his body had fallen asleep, for his body was numb and throbbing. And then, it happened, his legs buckled as his scar felt as though someone was lifting the skin from it and was burning the flesh underneath. He dropped his books and let them fall askew on the ground as he crumpled to the ground in pain. His eyes stung from the tears threatening to fall and his hands were shaking over his forehead to stop the pain. His head felt as though it would split right there as he began to feel his whole body burn. Cold swept through his lungs as his stomach and heart suddenly jolted uncomfortably and he fell to the ground fully. He didn't feel anymore, and he saw Hermione crumple down beside him in tears as he fell into darkness.
"HARRY!!!" he felt his eyes glaze over and Hermione's sobs echoed through his mind as he fell into unconsciousness.
A/N: Wow, that was emotionally draining... the seventh chapter is already being typed and produced as we speak so, no worries... it should be done in two to three days fingers crossed sry that I left you at a cliffhanger! but I will update soon, promise!
A/N: Now this chapter didn't take as long as I thought it would, though it did contain a lot of different events that progresses the story along. This chapter has some "romance", mind you, it's not that romantically based, so bare with me... It will eventually move along in the romance direction. Now, it may seem that this story is not really PG-13 material, but trust me, this story isn't rated PG-13 for language without a reason, so it will come... Thanks again for all the reviews, it really does help me feel a lot more motivated to update ASAP... so thanks again!!!!
Chapter 6: The Surrounding Darkness
"What's that, Harry?" Hermione saw Harry pocket the Marauding Mirror and pointed to Harry's pocketed hand.
"Oh, it's the Marauding Mirror," he said rather mutinously as if he invented it, "Fred and George gave it to me."
"The what?" Hermione looked at him bewildered.
"The Marauding Mirror: it changes your appearance into anyone you want when you say their name into it." he said in a monotone. Hermione formed her mouth into a "o" and simply nodded in understanding as she continued to walk down the cobblestone street.
"That just might come into use this year," she blurted out as Harry glanced in earnest at Quality Quidditch Supplies, "Well, given the resent events, but I still think it might have been someone trying to stir things up... But, I could be wrong." Harry gave her a side ways glance and knew that what she said was something, she'd always liked to believe she were right, and he found himself hoping she were too.
"Hermione, how am I supposed to know what to get at Flourish and Blotts if I hadn't even gotten my supply list or anything?"
"Dumbledore," she said shortly.
"Dumbledore?" she nodded at him as they passed Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and remembered for a fleeting moment that they had another dance this year.
"He sent a letter telling us to get you- Oh, he sent your O.W.L results! Sorry, Harry, we just sort of forgot." she looked up at him as though he were going to yell at her, "Of, course we didn't look at them... They came with you N.E.W.T.s too. Mrs. Weasley brought you list with her, she told me in Fred and George's shop." she added,
"How many O.W.L.s did you get?" Harry asked her to reassure her that he didn't plan on yelling at her.
"Eleven," she sighed, "I could've done better... I could've gotten twelve..." he frowned and raised a brow at her. That was the Hermione he missed over the summer...
"Hermione, you'd only get twelve if you had stayed in Divination... you did fine." he smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze as they approached Flourish and Blotts, "You probably did better than me and Ron, so don't worry." she stopped abruptly and looked up at him in a funny way that made Harry's stomach flip- flop.
"Thanks, Harry," she threw her arms around him, "you don't know how much that means for me..." she said into his cloak. Harry, feeling abashed by this sudden event, started to notice the people looking and staring at them, and felt his own cheeks redden.
"Your-er- welcome, Hermione," he hugged her back and they separated. He noticed that her cheeks were a visible shade of pink and he afterward felt awkward with her, for his heart was in his throat the whole time. "So- erm- what N.E.W.T.s did you get?" Harry decided to make a slight transition in subject as they continued to walk.
"Oh," she smiled and looked up at him in satisfaction, "Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, History of Magic, and Ancient Runes. I guess there isn't a N.E.W.T level Study of Magical Creatures, because I got a O.W.L in there." she suddenly came out of her rueful mood.
"Have you decided what you're going to do after Hogwarts?" she nodded.
"Either a Healer," she took a sideways glance at him, and said breathlessly, "or a Auror..." she looked up at him nervously. Harry's heart sunk for her and Ron, they had said in a letter over the summer that they wanted to help him find and defeat Voldemort's Death Eaters. He really wished they wouldn't, though he appreciated it, he didn't want anything else to happen to them. They'd been hurt almost every time they encountered something of Voldemort's, and he just wanted all that to end.
"Hermione-" he said with a start.
"Me and Ron have already decided upon it, we want to help you, Harry." she said hastily. He left it at that. He didn't want to cause a commotion of shouts about Voldemort, the Daily Prophet would love that. He would talk to Ron and Hermione back at the Burrow about it, though he doubted that any of his dissuasions would convince them, otherwise. This was his life he had to live, he didn't Ron and Hermione to live his life, they had their own.
They walked the few steps into Flourish and Blotts, and Ron stood at the entrance in front of a large window. His arms were laden with his sixth year books, and he grinned at them as the door closed behind them.
"Hiya, Harry," Ron greeted them, "Mum says it's easier now to buy knew school supplies... What with Fred and George not going to Hogwarts anymore." Ron gestured at Ginny, who was purchasing her books. Harry knew all too well that the Weasleys didn't have too much money to begin with, and he had to admit that now that Ron was getting his own, new supplies, Ron seemed a lot happier. Harry grinned at Ron, who was looking past Harry. Harry followed his gaze to behind him and saw the girls from Fred and George's shop giggling and pointing at him in hushed whispers.
"Oh, honestly..." Hermione mumbled under her breath and threw them a dirty look, which she received in return as the girls walked briskly past them and out of the shop. Harry noticed that the girl with the icy-blue eyes winked as she exited and giggled. "That's awfully degrading, if you ask me." Hermione said heatedly.
"Why would you care about Harry's personal life, anyway?" Ron turned on her, "It's none of your business at all!" Hermione blushed and looked at him as though he has slapped her.
"I'm not saying it is!" she said through clenched teeth.
"Then don't worry about it!" Ron finished huffing as Hermione scoffed and walked off, shaking her head and muttering and hissing.
"You really didn't have to say that," Harry turned to Ron, "I don't think she meant anything by it. She's always been like that." this was true: Hermione never did take likely to girls who gossiped and acted "childish."
"Well, she'll get over it," he nodded at Hermione, who was looking at her list and grabbing books, "looks like she already has, she's found books..." Harry snorted and shook his head, "Um, Harry, I'm going to-erm- Fred and George's real quick to ask about their-er- new items. Be right back, okay?"
"Yeah, I need to get my books anyway..."
"Be back in a bit, mate!" He hurried out the door and Harry set off to get his list from Mrs. Weasley. After retrieving it, he looked up and down the list and read:
UNIFORM Six-year students will require:
1. Dress robes of their fancy
2. One pair of new Graphorn hide gloves
(note: JKR wrote the authors!!! They are not mine!!!)
COURSE BOOKS Six-year students should have one copy of:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6)
By Miranda Goshawk
Modern Day Transfiguration for the Advanced
By Emreric Switch
The Art of Advanced Potion Making
By Arsenius Jigger
Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul
By Cassandra Vablatskey (JKR made title on this one)
Dark Magic Practices For the All Ready Practiced
By Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT:
1 set of new glass phials
Harry frowned at the "Advanced Potion Making" part. He really didn't feel like he could muster up the energy to sit through a advanced class of potions with Snape breathing down his neck. He heaved a long sigh and went to join Hermione at the far end of the book shelf, who was still hissing under her breath.
"Sorry about what Ron said..." she gave him a half glance.
"You shouldn't take the fault for something he did... If he's really sorry, he'll come and tell me, if he's reasonable." she grabbed a book off the shelve and handed it to him, "You'll be needing this, won't you?" she asked as she thrust it into Harry's arms. She trailed the authors on the books with her finger and turned to the other side of the book shelf, so that the store's center was not visible to her. He followed her and started looking along the long array of books for his own. He was about to grab the Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6), when his scar prickled with a sensation he never felt before. He stopped dead and waited for it to sear with pain, but it never came and Hermione turned to him.
"Harry?" she starred at him and shook him as though waking him, "Harry, are you all right?" Harry didn't know if he was or not, it felt as though his body had fallen asleep, for his body was numb and throbbing. And then, it happened, his legs buckled as his scar felt as though someone was lifting the skin from it and was burning the flesh underneath. He dropped his books and let them fall askew on the ground as he crumpled to the ground in pain. His eyes stung from the tears threatening to fall and his hands were shaking over his forehead to stop the pain. His head felt as though it would split right there as he began to feel his whole body burn. Cold swept through his lungs as his stomach and heart suddenly jolted uncomfortably and he fell to the ground fully. He didn't feel anymore, and he saw Hermione crumple down beside him in tears as he fell into darkness.
"HARRY!!!" he felt his eyes glaze over and Hermione's sobs echoed through his mind as he fell into unconsciousness.
A/N: Wow, that was emotionally draining... the seventh chapter is already being typed and produced as we speak so, no worries... it should be done in two to three days fingers crossed sry that I left you at a cliffhanger! but I will update soon, promise!