A/N: Thanks to anyone who reviewed the last chapter! I am glad you guys liked it! Not much else to say, except here is chapter five! Enjoy! Please read and review and tell me what you think!
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More Than Yellowed Pages
Chapter Five
"It's not that bad, Harry." Neville smiled. "Think of it this way...you and Luna are both going to live to be twenty, and..."
"Shut up." Harry warned.
Hermione blushed. "Harry! He was just trying to be supportive of you! Why don't you lighten up on him a little? He hasn't done anything to you!" she snapped.
"Sorry. It's just...I'm a little...let's go to Potions. If we're not five minutes early, Snape will count us tardy." He frowned and glanced at the pile of books on his nightstand. On top of his History of Magic book sat his father's dream journal. He glared at it hatefully before quickly leaving the room.
"All I'm saying Harry, is that maybe you ought to talk to her," whispered Ron as he dropped an eye of newt into his cauldron. "You have to tell her what you think about everything that's happened. She needs to know exactly how you feel. You can't help who you love, you know...no matter how much you try. I mean, look at Hermione..."
"Ron..." Hermione hissed for the fifth time, unnoticed. "Ron!"
"Mr. Weasley..." Snape growled. "Your potion is supposed to be purple. Does that look like purple to you? To me, it looks like yellow...and I will not accept yellow. You will take an F for today's assignment..." he smiled with satisfaction.
"...bloody hell..." groaned Ron.
"I tried to warn you, Ron! You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Hermione chided him. "Well, it's your own fault then, I guess. Just be glad he didn't give you a..." she stopped.
There was a small explosion at the other end of the room. Once the black smoke had cleared, Neville's charred and bewildered face could be seen still peering into his cauldron.
"Detention!" shrieked Professor Snape. "How do you manage to mess up so badly, Longbottom? You are to report here after your last class so that you can clean the soot off of my ceiling!" he demanded.
"Yes, sir..." It was easy to tell that Neville had turned a bright shade of pink under all the ash on his face. Several students in the class laughed. Neville turned a brighter shade of pink, and began to feverishly clean up what was left of his workspace.
"Detention, again!" Neville sighed when he and the others were alone.
"You did practically blow up half the potions lab," Hermione pointed out.
Neville frowned. "I didn't actually mean to do it, though!"
"Yeah," agreed Ron. "He didn't actually mean to do it. Truthfully, I was expecting Harry to be the one to mess it up today..."
"You didn't do too hot yourself," Hermione reminded him politely. She looked sideways. "Um...I'll see you guys later! There's something that I have to do! I'll meet you in the common room when I'm done!" She gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek and hurried after a large group of Ravenclaw girls.
"What's she up to, Ron?" demanded Harry.
Ron shook his head. "I don't know, mate. I wish I did. I hardly ever know what's going on inside that complicated little head of hers."
"Back to the common room, then?" Neville nervously turned the two of them in the opposite direction, for out of the corner of his eye, Neville could see what it was that Hermione had to do. Her and Luna were engaged deep in conversation just outside of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Good luck, Hermione... he thought as he dragged Ron and Harry up the nearest flight of stairs.
Back in the common room, Harry sat in one of the larger red velvet chairs. He had his Defense Against the Dark Arts book opened on his lap, but he had no intention of doing his homework. He sighed. Finally deciding what he was going to do, Harry got up, leaving Ron, Ginny, and Neville behind him.
"Where are you going?" asked Ginny.
"I'll be back soon," was Harry's only reply.
"Harry..." Ron whispered. "Are you all right?"
"I'll let you know that once I get back," he said under his breath, although he doubted anyone behind him could hear his comment.
"I know how you feel, Harry. Luna has already been to see me twice since Monday, you know." Dumbledore smiled. "The only real advice that I can give to you is to pay attention to what your father is trying to show you with that dream journal of his. You may find that its contents are very useful to you in your situation." He sighed.
"Well, if Luna has already been here, then you already know that there is no reason to worry about that stupid prophecy about us. Now that there is no 'us' I'm pretty sure it won't come true..." Harry grumbled.
"Have faith, Harry." Dumbledore whispered. "Your father will show you the way..."
"What is that supposed to mean, Headmaster?" Harry whined. "I don't know what to do!"
"Maybe not right now, but you will one day soon, Harry..." he smiled.
"Look, Luna, it's obvious that you are both really stressed out right now. Harry is really upset over everything that's happened. Maybe if you just talked to him....I know he wants to talk to you, Luna..." Hermione sighed.
"You don't understand, Hermione! Don't you see? We can't be together! It isn't safe! He'll be killed, and I...what Dumbledore said...it was scary. It was really scary, Hermione. I don't think I could handle it. This was my solution. Now none of it can ever happen, and..."
Hermione nodded. "Maybe not, but how do you know, Luna? How do you really know that your solution will work? We all already know that Harry and Voldemort are sort of destined to clash...one way or another, he won't be able to avoid it. And he loves you, Luna. And I can tell that you love him. You can't deny that...and you can't help who you fall in love with..."
"I know, but..." began Luna.
"All I'm saying is that I think that you should talk to him. Hear his side of the story, Luna. It might surprise you."
"What are you talking about?"
Harry frowned, yawned, and laid his head down on his pillow. His father's dream journal had not moved from its place on the nightstand, and there was a new date in his father's handwriting at the top of the next old page. Harry sighed. Great, just what I needed tonight...he thought to himself.
Sleep did not come to him easy that night, but when it did, the visions began to flow, and Harry, once again, found himself lost in the past...
"James, no! I won't do it! I won't keep this up if it means that..." Lily's voice broke. "I can't, James. I've thought about it a lot...and I don't think we should risk it...the consequences are too horrible..."
James swallowed. "But Lily, you don't have to do this! We'll think of something! We have Headmaster Dumbledore on our side! I won't let anything bad happen to you, Lily! I love you!" he yelled, defeated.
"I love you too, James. I love you very much. Too much to let this go on. It will destroy both of us!"
"I don't care about any of that, Lily!" James cried, but to no avail. Lily had turned around. No matter how much she didn't want to...no matter what it took...she was going to ignore his pleas. She had to. It was too dangerous.
"Prongs! Hey, man! I was thinking we could..." began Remus. He paused. "Hey, James, where's Lily...I was going to ask her about that assignment in...James? You look like your owl just died..."
"Shut up!"
"Calm down, James..." frowned Sirius. "What's wrong?"
"Everything's wrong. Lily broke it off..."
"Broke what off?" asked Peter fearfully. "You know, Sirius can fix anything..."
"Broke it off with me!" he yelled at them. "If it weren't for that stupid prophecy..." he paused. "I don't care what that stupid thing says. If we take Voldemort out before it's fulfilled, we won't have to worry about it, right?"
"James, you're talking crazy, even for you. You can't go doing anything that will get you killed. What do you think that would solve? All that would do is mess everything up, and not to mention how much it would upset Lily. She'd beat the magic out of us if we let you talk like that..."
He turned to his friend. "Well then, what do you suggest I do? I certainly don't have any ideas!" he groaned.
Peter, looking rather fearful, stepped forward. "You need to patch things up with her, James," he whispered. You traitorous jerk! Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You can't just leave things as they are." Peter paused. "You have to tell her how you feel...and tell her everything, James..."
"I thought that I'd already done that, and it didn't seem to work..." smirked James.
Sirius sighed, and pat his friend lightly on the back. "Look James, all you need to do is sit down with her and have a nice long talk. Stay calm, and just talk to her. I think I understand why she would feel the way she does...she's afraid. She doesn't want you to get hurt, and that's understandable. But maybe there's a way that the two of you can work it out without cutting ties, you know?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" James demanded.
"It means that if she loves you as much as I know she does, she isn't going to want to just leave things as they are, James. If the two of you really love each other, I'm sure you will come up with some type of solution. Just ask Jackie. She'll tell you. She and I have..."
Harry awoke with a start. Why had it ended that way? So...his parents had gone through almost the exact same problem that Luna and he were facing now. His father's friends had said the same thing to him as Ron and Neville had been saying to Harry. Maybe they were right? He was going to talk to Luna... he was going to tell her everything, and he was going to do it today.
He gasped. Ron, in the bed next to him, had screamed in his sleep, and Mad Eye Moody and Professor Lupin had seemed to appear out of nowhere. The lumos spells coming from their wands were bright enough to temporarily blind Harry.
"What on earth are you guys doing in here? It's not even technically morning yet!" he groaned groggily.
"Oh, Harry...good to see you're all right. I hope you slept well?" Lupin asked.
"Slept well?" Harry nearly laughed. "Honestly, not really. Not since my dad's dream journal started working..." he pointed to it. Another page in the book was filled with his father's writing. He paused. "Wait! Why are you guys in here?"
"Spiders! So many spiders!" whined Ron in his sleep.
"It's complicated, Harry," Mad Eye stared. "You sure you're all right?"
He nodded. "I'm fine...but Professor?" Harry glanced at Lupin, who was standing at the foot of his bed, staring at Ron.
"Yes?" he whispered quietly.
"I have a question..." he sighed. "About...about that..." he pointed to his father's dream journal. "My mom and dad...they went through almost the same thing as Luna and I are going through now..." he paused. "It's as if I see repeats of my day every time I have one of those dreams. It's a bit odd to me. Is it supposed to work like that?"
He shook his head. "No, Harry, I wouldn't say that it was. That is kind of strange, actually." He smiled. "So, now you know about how the whole thing started, eh?" he frowned with the memory of it. "I remember when Lily and James first split up...it was terrible. You just have to talk to Luna, is all..." he laughed at this.
"I don't see anything funny! What's so funny?" groaned Harry.
He shrugged. "I just find it a little humorous that I stand here at the foot of the same bed I stood at nearly eighteen years ago when I gave your father the same advice..."
"I don't find that funny..." shivered Harry. "It's kind of creepy, if you ask me..."
"Yes, well, we have more pressing matters at the moment," frowned Moody.
Harry blinked. "Like what? You're the ones that woke me up, remember? What's so important? What happened?" he asked, glancing back and forth between the two of them.
"We will tell you about it tomorrow. You're going to need your rest tonight," Lupin nodded to him.
Harry nodded, and sighed. There was something that he saw in the dream that he didn't know anything about. Who was the girl Sirius had been talking about? What was her name...Jackie? He tugged on Professor Lupin's robes. "Professor?" he yawned.
"Huh?" he looked down at Harry and frowned.
"Who is Jackie? Sirius was talking about her to my father right before I woke up, but it didn't finish, so I..."
Lupin smiled. "I remember Jackie. That girl was a true Marauder. Sirius and her dated for practically six-and-a-half of the seven years we were at Hogwarts. I think he would've married her..." he sighed.
"But he was sent to Azkaban..." Harry finished.
"No," Lupin shook his head. "The graduation ball at the end of our seventh year was held in Godric's Hollow. By then, your mother and father had accepted their fate. They were back together. Lily went with James, Sirius with Jackie, and I with a girl named Sara Sillman. Peter didn't show up until later...about an hour after everything had started. We were dancing, and all of a sudden we heard a loud explosion. The front doors had burst open, and there were several death eaters. I remember," he paused, and swallowed hard. "I remember...I heard this horrible scream...and I looked over, and Jackie was crushed under a large piece of the ceiling that had fallen. Sirius was trying to move it, but nothing would work. She died then, in his arms...and Sara was sent to St. Mongo's shortly after that night. She may still be there..."
Harry blinked. "I'm sorry, Professor..."
"That night...the graduation ball...Voldemort himself was there. He tried to intimidate your parents. He nearly killed your father, but didn't...and I don't think I will ever understand why...." He smiled at him. "Go to sleep now. Moody and I have much work to do..."
The next morning was a Saturday, and the weekend before the first Quiddich game of the season. Harry waited until late afternoon to look for Luna. He found Luna sitting by herself in the courtyard outside the Quiddich stadium. She looked up only for a moment when she saw him coming towards her.
"Luna..." he whispered. She looked up again, and this time, she met his eyes.
"Yes?"
"We need to talk. We can't do this. I was trying to tell you last week...about my father's dream journal. He and my mother went through the exact same thing. They ended up together anyway, Luna, because they loved each other..."
Luna smiled, but the smile was quickly replaced by a frown. "Yes, but look, Harry. They still died."
"They died protecting me, Luna." Harry answered. "They loved me, and they loved each other...just like I love you..."
"I know you do, Harry." Luna nodded. "But what do you suggest we do, then? You heard what Dumbledore said just as I did. We'd be in a bit of a bad spot, don't you think?" She paused. "Unless, of course, everything is taken care of before the whole thing is supposed to happen! That's what Lupin was talking about!" She wrapped Harry in a hug. "That's what they were doing! Are they mad?" She gasped.
"What? What was Lupin talking about? Who?" demanded Harry, vividly remembering the details of his run in with Moody and Professor Lupin the night before.
"The Order has come to Hogwarts, Harry. Professor Lupin and Moody are supposed to be watching over us while the rest of them head to Godric's Hollow..."
"What's in Godric's Hollow?" whispered Harry, and he immediately felt bad for doing so. Luna's father's article about Voldemort being in Godric's Hollow had cost him his life.
Luna sighed. "Voldemort, Harry. He's actually been spotted. My father was right."
"What's the Order going to try to do in Godric's Hollow?"
"I don't know exactly what they are planning. Professor Lupin wouldn't tell me." Luna admitted. "I'd imagine he didn't tell me because he probably thought I'd tell you, Harry. Whatever it is, they want us to keep away..."
Harry gasped. "Luna...you don't think...they wouldn't try to take him out on their own, would they?"
Luna shrugged. "I have no idea. I hope not..." She smiled at Harry, and took his hand. "Let's go inside and find everyone. It's starting to get dark out here..." she shivered.
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A/N: Definitely one of my longer ones, eh? Well, I hope you liked it! Please review and let me know! The next chapter will hopefully be up soon!
