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James Potter or Lily Evans, Harry's mother.
Chapter 5
This was too much, even for the famous Harry Potter. He laid down on his bed in thought. He passed fifth year; Sirius had a son, and Ron. Harry couldn't take it in.
Ron died. It was like a piece of him died with Ron. Ron had been a heavy influence in his life. He was his closest thing he had to a brother. Ron always understood what Harry was feeling. He never questioned Harry when he had visions or heard voices. He just believed in what Harry said; and even though Ron had five brothers, he hoped he was like a brother to Ron as he was to Harry.
His thoughts shifted to this James Black. Why hadn't Sirius told him he had a son? No, he couldn't blame Sirius for this. He couldn't put the blame on anybody, not now. He looked once again at the letter James had sent him. He read it multiple times before he noticed that there was something in the envelope. He pulled it out. It was a picture of Sirius, only younger. He turned it over and it read "James Black age 16". It was remarkable how much they resembled one another. He would definitely want to meet this James Black. If he was anything like Sirius, he knew they would get along. What if he started to replace Ron? "No. No one can replace my best friend. No one." Harry thought as tears started to flow down his cheeks.
"What class should I take?" Harry thought. "I love Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I don't know who the teacher is. Maybe Transfiguration? I remember Hermione telling me that we learn about Animagi in sixth year." He would have to think about it.
Harry's thoughts settled on Hermione. He always thought she had something for Ron. Like, she always tried to pretend she didn't like him when she was near him but Harry was good at telling peoples emotions. Did she know about Ron? Perhaps Harry should tell her? "No. I'm not the one. Dumbledore will tell her. Or she'll find out in the Daily Prophet. "Wait," Harry thought. "Would I want to find out my crush died by reading the papers? Most certainly not, I've got to tell her."
Harry picked up the phone. This had to be the hardest thing he'd ever done. More than spending 11 years with the Dursley's, tougher than rescuing the Sorcerer's Stone, more than battling Lord Voldermort in his fourth year. He couldn't tell her. It was to hard. Yet he had to he had to do it.
It rang. He considered hanging up before any one answered. "Hello. Granger residence."
Harry paused then said. "Hi. This is.Harry Potter. Is.is Hermione there?"
"Sure, hold on. Hermione, a boy's on the phone for you. Here she is." "Hello?" Her voice said smoothly on the phone.
"Hermione, it's .its Harry."
"Oh, hi Harry. What's up? How's your summer been? I sure miss you guys."
When she said 'guys', Harry almost started crying. "I'm .I'm fine"
"Well, you certainly don't sound fine. Is something wrong?" Her voice was as sweet as candy and filled with concern.
"Well.Hermione.this is the hardest thing I've ever done." He now had tears running down his face again. He had to do it; he had to tell her.
"What is it Harry? Is everything ok?" She sounded scared.
"Hermione, I have to tell you something."
Chapter 5
This was too much, even for the famous Harry Potter. He laid down on his bed in thought. He passed fifth year; Sirius had a son, and Ron. Harry couldn't take it in.
Ron died. It was like a piece of him died with Ron. Ron had been a heavy influence in his life. He was his closest thing he had to a brother. Ron always understood what Harry was feeling. He never questioned Harry when he had visions or heard voices. He just believed in what Harry said; and even though Ron had five brothers, he hoped he was like a brother to Ron as he was to Harry.
His thoughts shifted to this James Black. Why hadn't Sirius told him he had a son? No, he couldn't blame Sirius for this. He couldn't put the blame on anybody, not now. He looked once again at the letter James had sent him. He read it multiple times before he noticed that there was something in the envelope. He pulled it out. It was a picture of Sirius, only younger. He turned it over and it read "James Black age 16". It was remarkable how much they resembled one another. He would definitely want to meet this James Black. If he was anything like Sirius, he knew they would get along. What if he started to replace Ron? "No. No one can replace my best friend. No one." Harry thought as tears started to flow down his cheeks.
"What class should I take?" Harry thought. "I love Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I don't know who the teacher is. Maybe Transfiguration? I remember Hermione telling me that we learn about Animagi in sixth year." He would have to think about it.
Harry's thoughts settled on Hermione. He always thought she had something for Ron. Like, she always tried to pretend she didn't like him when she was near him but Harry was good at telling peoples emotions. Did she know about Ron? Perhaps Harry should tell her? "No. I'm not the one. Dumbledore will tell her. Or she'll find out in the Daily Prophet. "Wait," Harry thought. "Would I want to find out my crush died by reading the papers? Most certainly not, I've got to tell her."
Harry picked up the phone. This had to be the hardest thing he'd ever done. More than spending 11 years with the Dursley's, tougher than rescuing the Sorcerer's Stone, more than battling Lord Voldermort in his fourth year. He couldn't tell her. It was to hard. Yet he had to he had to do it.
It rang. He considered hanging up before any one answered. "Hello. Granger residence."
Harry paused then said. "Hi. This is.Harry Potter. Is.is Hermione there?"
"Sure, hold on. Hermione, a boy's on the phone for you. Here she is." "Hello?" Her voice said smoothly on the phone.
"Hermione, it's .its Harry."
"Oh, hi Harry. What's up? How's your summer been? I sure miss you guys."
When she said 'guys', Harry almost started crying. "I'm .I'm fine"
"Well, you certainly don't sound fine. Is something wrong?" Her voice was as sweet as candy and filled with concern.
"Well.Hermione.this is the hardest thing I've ever done." He now had tears running down his face again. He had to do it; he had to tell her.
"What is it Harry? Is everything ok?" She sounded scared.
"Hermione, I have to tell you something."