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Chapter 4

Decisions

The next morning came far too soon for any comfort. A letter written in pink in the same semi-neat writing as the day before was on her chest. The letter was covered in many lilies, her favorite flower covering every bit of it. Harry must have paid attention on the first day of schooling at Hogwarts when Professor Flitwick asked them their favorite flower was.

The letter said,

Dear Hermione Granger,

I'm sorry for your loss, but I rather not see you suffer with a boyfriend like Ron Weasley. I hope you won't so easily forgive him for cheating on you like that. If you ever need to have another's opinion just give a screech.

A friend

A screech, Hermione wondered what that mean; did Harry mean an owl screech? Shaking her head and pulling her new book for next year's class from her bed stand. Opening to the first page, the spell was animal imitation calls. Hermione fell off her king size bed and onto the wooden floor. Not possible, how had Harry known the first spell in her new book. As rationality came back she realized that, Harry like her was in many advance classes. He in sense could have been better than her and Amanda if he had tried. She gasped in realization, that tired look she saw in second year wasn't just tired because of fighting, he must be exhausted, only two hours of sleep, and the rest is nightmares plaguing his every footstep. That pain has never creased in his life. No wonder why he wasn't more apt to get good grades, his body is being tested to the very edge of his ending endurance.

"I'll give him a chance. He needs my help even if he's too stubborn to admit he needs help. I won't go out with anyone until he asks me, even if he waits until after he defeats You Know Who. He needs something to give him strength for his own is waning after a lifetime of hardships."

Hermione thought about Harry's body as that white and green collared shirt he was wearing yesterday, might press against his skin showing his firm, toned, body. That Quidditch, muscle packed frame of his, just sitting by the lake at Hogwarts just watching the waves touch the shoreline and receding back to center. Hermione knew behind the walls of ice and pain, there is an ocean of emotions that need caring and love to help him. Unfortunately he is a Slytherin. As she thought about Harry, a flash transported her.

She was in Harry's mind, she saw Harry using a pure image of her as a shield against Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort smashed against Harry's defenses with such demonic evil that the very walls of Harry's mind seem to shudder. Every time that evil hit Harry pain beyond belief spasm throughout her body, everywhere the pain just hit at once and then hit again and again. She could feel Harry dying under that evil. His breathe became labored and painful. Hermione could feel Amanda unconscious under such pain.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore, Harry needed help this instant. At the top of her lungs, she screamed, "Lumos!" Casting the shadows back into the abyss as light enveloped her and spreading to form a shield for Harry. Her light banished the darkness, banishing the evil force that threatened to overwhelm Harry. Harry fell down and the connection was severed as Hermione's mind receded back into her body.

Hermione fell to her knees back in her house not wanting to leave his poor soul alone right now. Tears splashed against the wood echoing their sorrow for leaving him in such a time of need. "Harry" she murmured as tears rolled down her soft cheeks leaving a trail of pain and anguish. Hermione knew not what this emotion was, it was like a fantasy. The feeling was so surreal. Could she be in love with Harry? What else could have brought her to Harry; it was amazing to see that the famous Harry Potter used her as a shield against evil like a patronous against dementors. He used the mere thought of her to shield himself against the most evil being on the planet.

Harry pushed himself up and stared at his twin. "What happened? Last thing I remember is me about to lose to Lord Voldemort, did he win?"

"I don't know Harry. If he won, we're both dead and the both the muggle and wizarding world are doomed. Harry do you remember anything else?"

Harry didn't reply to that statement, He was positive he saw Hermione Granger high on a hilltop watching him futilely struggling against Voldemort. That's impossible he shook his head in denial. How could Hermione enter my mind from her house which was most certainly not within range of any for Occlumency or Legilimency to work without a strong connection like my scar? Did she feel the pain that came from Lord Voldemort beatings? No, she wasn't there, but who shouted the illumination spell, that must have been a powerful wizard. Or witch his mind nagged him. No, it couldn't have been Hermione; she doesn't even know me that well, not to mention that she definitely doesn't know my feeling of her. Wait I have feelings for her? Do I dare love someone? All those sluts I've dated, I felt nothing for but why do I feel like a longing sensation towards, Hermione? Oh my God, Amanda is right I've never insulted her before. Do I love Hermione?

"Harry!!!!!!!" Amanda shouted at the top of her lungs.

Harry's eyes shattered as the ice broke and anger flooded the through. Harry snapped, "What do want know jerk face. Can you seem I'm thinking?"

Amanda replied slowly in fear of rousing his anger, "You never answered my question."

The anger faded and calm icy surface reappeared, a slight feared look crossed both the potter twins' eyes. "I'm sorry, Amanda." "No, just leave me alone I need time to think and perhaps decide."

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