"If only... If only I could..."
Finding silence at this time in the day was quite easy in the Gryffindor Common Room, but lately it was just as easily being broken by a 16 year old boy with scruffy black hair, circular glasses, and stunning green eyes. He had awoken to a sudden start, reached for his forehead, and was now pacing across the room as if something had been occupying his mind for the longest time.... even in his sleep, or so the look upon his face gave away.
"Harry! Harry!" A girl with wavy brown hair and chocolate colored eyes called out to him.
"Hmm, what?" Harry replied, caught off-guard; being broken out of his train of thought. "Oh, it's just you Hermione, what are you doing up so early?" He asked, pushing back a yawn.
"Well, I was going to go down to visit Hagrid, and well... "she paused, "I wanted to know if you wanted to come... since you are awake and all," she finished off awkwardly.
"Yeah sure," he said groggily, "let me go get Ron..."
"No!" Hermione quickly replied, "I mean, no. Well, what I mean is... I don't think we should wake Ron up if he's sleeping."
Harry internally questioned why she was so fidgety and on edge, which resulted in a bemused glance aimed at Hermione.
She uncomfortably shifted in her spot and quickly attempted to explain her behavior, "Well, it's just that..." she paused, fumbling for the correct wording, "I kind of, well, wanted to bring you alone, okay? Anything against going somewhere and only talking with one friend for once?" She ended defensively.
Harry looked at her suspiciously, but got up and joined her regardless. He figured in order to get to the bottom of what she was hiding, going with her would be the best means of finding out. When about to exit the Common Room he had remembered that he other things to be focusing on right now, and dealing with whatever Hermione was hiding was only helping him procrastinate.
"All right, Hermione, what are you hiding?" He asked suddenly, watching her respond with look that indicated she was caught off-guard.
"W-what ever makes you say that?" she said, her voice wavering as she spoke. "I'm not, I'm not holding back anything..."
"Spit it out Hermione!" he said, now gritting his teeth. He had other things he had to think about and do, he did not want to deal with this right now.
"Oh well, all right," Hermione said, defeated. "It's just that I've been doing a little research, you know, in my spare time, about spells and their effects - you know..." she paused hesitantly, "like.... scars and-"
"Hermione! I thought I told you to let it go! Listen, I've been fine, all right, no feelings from Voldemort, no weird dreams or anything, just get off my back about the whole scar thing already!" He yelled at her, angry at her interference in his personal matters. He didn't want the whole world making a fuss over his stupid scar, and so, in this situation, he didn't feel the need to tell Hermione the truth, that in fact, he had been having weird dreams and been receiving Voldemort's feelings daily.
"Well, uh..." She trailed off uncertainly.
"Promise me you will!"
"Uh...."
"PROMISE ME!" He bellowed, loud enough that he was sure he had just woken up half of the Gryffindors that weren't already awake.
"Oh, alrigh- No!" She said stubbornly.
"What?" Harry's face appeared as if it had just been impaled by a brick.
"I said no!" Hermione declared defiantly. "Harry there is something very off about the whole thing, I mean, I just can't understand, I just don't understand..." she trailed off, yet again searching for the right words.
"WHAT? What? What is it? Is it that you just don't understand how I survived Voldemort's first blow at my life after he murdered my parents, or is it that you don't understand how to leave me alone?"
"HARRY," she said aghast, "I-ITS NOT LIKE THAT!" she continued defensively. "J-just listen, it's just that I've been thinking - well - if V-Voldemort can tap into your mind because of your scar... wouldn't you think you could do the same thing back towards him?"
As much as Harry didn't like either of his friends interfering in those particular areas of his life, (seeing as the things he had experienced in his lifetime weren't things you'd necessarily like to repeat to your friends,) what Hermione had said intrigued him. Ironically, as soon as they could've gotten into an in-depth conversation about this, they were interrupted by Harry's other best friend, a boy with red hair and freckles who went by the name of Ronald Weasley.
"Hey Harry, Hermione, what's up - I heard you from inside the boys' dormitories..." Ron said, as he scanned their facial expressions. "Did I miss something?"
"No," Harry replied quickly in an attempt to hide the content of their conversation, "Hermione was just yelling at for putting off my homework as usual."
"Yes," Hermione joined in, following Harry's lead, "You guys ought to stop putting off your homework for that stupid wizard sport!"
The color in Ron's face changed to match the color of his hair... only after almost draining it completely of its healthy color. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOME STUPID WIZARD SPORT?" he screamed. "QUIDDITCH IS THE BEST RUDDY THING AT THIS SCHOOL! YOU CAN'T JUST GO AND INSULT QUIDDITCH LIKE THAT!"
"Hmph!" Hermione mumbled indignantly as she walked away.
"Honestly Harry, that girl is out of her bloody mind. Quidditch - a stupid wizard sport? Who does she thinks she is? She may be smart, but when it comes to determining what's enjoyable or not - she's got the brains of Percy..." He said, shaking his head, and pausing to see if Harry was paying attention. "Harry, you there mate?"
"Oh yeah, just thinking..." Harry replied distantly.
"'Bout what?"
"...How I'm dreading to go to double Potions with Snape today," he said hesitantly, hoping that Ron would buy it.
"Yeah me too," Ron agreed. "I mean we all want to be stuck down there twice as long in a foul smelling prison with Mr. Sunshine..." he continued sarcastically.
That putting an end to their short-lived conversation, they both quickly traveled down to the Potions classroom - both still angry with Hermione - both for different reasons. But, Harry couldn't help thinking... what if Hermione was right?
Finding silence at this time in the day was quite easy in the Gryffindor Common Room, but lately it was just as easily being broken by a 16 year old boy with scruffy black hair, circular glasses, and stunning green eyes. He had awoken to a sudden start, reached for his forehead, and was now pacing across the room as if something had been occupying his mind for the longest time.... even in his sleep, or so the look upon his face gave away.
"Harry! Harry!" A girl with wavy brown hair and chocolate colored eyes called out to him.
"Hmm, what?" Harry replied, caught off-guard; being broken out of his train of thought. "Oh, it's just you Hermione, what are you doing up so early?" He asked, pushing back a yawn.
"Well, I was going to go down to visit Hagrid, and well... "she paused, "I wanted to know if you wanted to come... since you are awake and all," she finished off awkwardly.
"Yeah sure," he said groggily, "let me go get Ron..."
"No!" Hermione quickly replied, "I mean, no. Well, what I mean is... I don't think we should wake Ron up if he's sleeping."
Harry internally questioned why she was so fidgety and on edge, which resulted in a bemused glance aimed at Hermione.
She uncomfortably shifted in her spot and quickly attempted to explain her behavior, "Well, it's just that..." she paused, fumbling for the correct wording, "I kind of, well, wanted to bring you alone, okay? Anything against going somewhere and only talking with one friend for once?" She ended defensively.
Harry looked at her suspiciously, but got up and joined her regardless. He figured in order to get to the bottom of what she was hiding, going with her would be the best means of finding out. When about to exit the Common Room he had remembered that he other things to be focusing on right now, and dealing with whatever Hermione was hiding was only helping him procrastinate.
"All right, Hermione, what are you hiding?" He asked suddenly, watching her respond with look that indicated she was caught off-guard.
"W-what ever makes you say that?" she said, her voice wavering as she spoke. "I'm not, I'm not holding back anything..."
"Spit it out Hermione!" he said, now gritting his teeth. He had other things he had to think about and do, he did not want to deal with this right now.
"Oh well, all right," Hermione said, defeated. "It's just that I've been doing a little research, you know, in my spare time, about spells and their effects - you know..." she paused hesitantly, "like.... scars and-"
"Hermione! I thought I told you to let it go! Listen, I've been fine, all right, no feelings from Voldemort, no weird dreams or anything, just get off my back about the whole scar thing already!" He yelled at her, angry at her interference in his personal matters. He didn't want the whole world making a fuss over his stupid scar, and so, in this situation, he didn't feel the need to tell Hermione the truth, that in fact, he had been having weird dreams and been receiving Voldemort's feelings daily.
"Well, uh..." She trailed off uncertainly.
"Promise me you will!"
"Uh...."
"PROMISE ME!" He bellowed, loud enough that he was sure he had just woken up half of the Gryffindors that weren't already awake.
"Oh, alrigh- No!" She said stubbornly.
"What?" Harry's face appeared as if it had just been impaled by a brick.
"I said no!" Hermione declared defiantly. "Harry there is something very off about the whole thing, I mean, I just can't understand, I just don't understand..." she trailed off, yet again searching for the right words.
"WHAT? What? What is it? Is it that you just don't understand how I survived Voldemort's first blow at my life after he murdered my parents, or is it that you don't understand how to leave me alone?"
"HARRY," she said aghast, "I-ITS NOT LIKE THAT!" she continued defensively. "J-just listen, it's just that I've been thinking - well - if V-Voldemort can tap into your mind because of your scar... wouldn't you think you could do the same thing back towards him?"
As much as Harry didn't like either of his friends interfering in those particular areas of his life, (seeing as the things he had experienced in his lifetime weren't things you'd necessarily like to repeat to your friends,) what Hermione had said intrigued him. Ironically, as soon as they could've gotten into an in-depth conversation about this, they were interrupted by Harry's other best friend, a boy with red hair and freckles who went by the name of Ronald Weasley.
"Hey Harry, Hermione, what's up - I heard you from inside the boys' dormitories..." Ron said, as he scanned their facial expressions. "Did I miss something?"
"No," Harry replied quickly in an attempt to hide the content of their conversation, "Hermione was just yelling at for putting off my homework as usual."
"Yes," Hermione joined in, following Harry's lead, "You guys ought to stop putting off your homework for that stupid wizard sport!"
The color in Ron's face changed to match the color of his hair... only after almost draining it completely of its healthy color. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOME STUPID WIZARD SPORT?" he screamed. "QUIDDITCH IS THE BEST RUDDY THING AT THIS SCHOOL! YOU CAN'T JUST GO AND INSULT QUIDDITCH LIKE THAT!"
"Hmph!" Hermione mumbled indignantly as she walked away.
"Honestly Harry, that girl is out of her bloody mind. Quidditch - a stupid wizard sport? Who does she thinks she is? She may be smart, but when it comes to determining what's enjoyable or not - she's got the brains of Percy..." He said, shaking his head, and pausing to see if Harry was paying attention. "Harry, you there mate?"
"Oh yeah, just thinking..." Harry replied distantly.
"'Bout what?"
"...How I'm dreading to go to double Potions with Snape today," he said hesitantly, hoping that Ron would buy it.
"Yeah me too," Ron agreed. "I mean we all want to be stuck down there twice as long in a foul smelling prison with Mr. Sunshine..." he continued sarcastically.
That putting an end to their short-lived conversation, they both quickly traveled down to the Potions classroom - both still angry with Hermione - both for different reasons. But, Harry couldn't help thinking... what if Hermione was right?
