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chapter fifteen...watching unnoticed

Once again he found himself soaring over the town, looking down as he decended his broom. Reaching the telephone box, he dialed six two four four two. The female's voice welcomed Harry from all sides.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and bussiness..."

"Harry Potter, and I'm here to save someone from the Department of Mysteries. His name is Sirius Black."

"Visitor please take the badge presented to you. Thank you and have a pleasant day at the Ministry of Magic"

Harry began to descend. As he reached the Artium, he noted that he was the only one there. Just like that night...No! Don't think about that! You know what you are here for, don't ruin it!

Harry then set off in a determined way, making his long strides last until he came to the lift at the end of the hall. Stepping in, he punched in the numbers that represented the Department of Mysteries. Slowly, he began to go upward.

NO! NO! I DONT WANT TO GO BACK HERE! TAKE ME BACK!

But you have to, you cannot resist it, you must....

I dont care, I want out of here!

You must do this! If not, it will be gone forever!

Harry's heart ached...he wanted it so bad...

Harry took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind. When the lift stopped, he stepped out and turned to his left. There stood the door that had haunted almost every dream in his fifth year. It was the door that had led Harry and his friends to their almost fatal death, and now, Harry was here again.

What am I doing here? Why did I come back?

You know....

I can't...

Yes you can....just do it..

NO! I DONT WANT TO GO!!

Harry suddenly woke up. His breathing was fast and ragged. Never before had he been able to make himself wake up from a dream, but he had just done it. Before, all those times he had dreamed about Cedric and Sirius, he wanted so badly to wake up, but he couldnt. But now he found himself waking up at his own free will. Now that he had, Harry wasn't sure if he wanted the dream to end. In his head, everything had felt so right, like he was suppose to be there for some reason. He somehow knew he had something to compleate there, although part of him didnt' want to go back. Part of him wanted to back out and run from that corridor and stay away while another part wanted to go beyond that door and ....

Do what? Harry asked himself. What do I want so badly? Why am I all of a sudden having these dreams once more?

Try as he might, Harry could not think of a single thing he wanted from the Department of Mysteries. Thats funny, he thought. In my dreams, I felt so confident, like I knew what I wanted. But now, he could not remember what he had wanted so badly...

Harry sighed and sank back onto his pillows. Why does all this have to start over again?

He rolled over and put his head in his pillow. I don't want this, I dont' want it to happen again....

His mouth felt like cotton. Getting up he walked over to the window where a jug and a goblet stood. He took the jug and poured some water into the goblet. Lifting the cup to his lips, he drank it all in one gulp.

But instead of heading back to bed, Harry walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. It was cool and refreshing aganist his sweaty skin. He looked into the mirror to find a pale and drained Harry starring back. He shook himself. Get it out of your mind...

He walked back into his room and headed towards the window once more. Refilling his goblet, he drank another cup full. But as he set it back down on the cabinet, something caught his eye. It was outside, at the lake. It was moving, but a second later it had sat down. Must be a student...Harry thought. But what are they doing out so late? Everyone is suppose to be inside...

But then he took a second glance. He knew that shape...and that curly hair..

It's Hermione..

But what is she doing outside so late? She of all people is one to follow the rules. Especially being Head Girl...

Harry continued to watch her. The whole time she sat there she did not move a muscle.

Then a new thought came to Harry's head..

What if she's hurt??

Forgetting she wasnt speaking to him or that it was in the middle of the night, Harry grabbed his invisibilty cloak and headed out the door. Walking slowly, he made his way down the hall and soon found himself facing the Oak doors that led to the grounds. Pushing them open, Harry silently ventured his way towards the lake. Coming a short distance away from Hermione, he stopped and hid behind a bush that crowded the lake's shore. Clutching his invisibilty cloak tighter around him, as though feared to be seen, he made to move closer, but then stopped.

Why are you hiding now? You've come this far, now go talk to her...

But something held Harry back. As he continued to watch Hermione, he noticed something he hadnt noticed before. Her cheeks and face were stained with tears. They were pouring sliently down her face, although she made no sound at all. She just sat there, starring into the water as the tears came.

Harry didnt know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, but he knew she still hadnt forgiven him. For all he knew she would probably cry even more if she saw him. But he wanted more than anything to help her; To make whatever is causing her so much pain to go away. He hated to see her like this, and wanted to help.

Without knowing, he was reaching his hand out to her and taking small steps in her direction. But he held himself back. It was obvious that if she came out here in the middle of the night, she wanted to be alone. Even though Harry knew it was wrong to watch her without her permission, he stayed put. Nothing was going to make him leave Hermione in this state.

Silently as he could, he sat down on the damp ground. He would stay here all night if he had too, whatever it took.

Harry had no clue what time it was. The whole time he sat there, he focused on Hermione. He made no sounds, just sat as still as possible. Hermione did the same, still as stiff as a board, her eyes not leaving the suface of the lake.

As Harry sat there, he began to study Hermione. Her face was reflected brightly from the tears that shone on her face. The water's reflection made rays of light dance on her face and her eyes had a glazed look about them. Much like the look they had back in their second year when she had been petrified. Her mouth was open slightly, giving off the impression that she was deep in thought. She had her legs folded up to her chest, and her bare feet tucked under her.

Harry just stared at her. It was like she was entrancing him, dragging him to her so he couldnt looke away. He couldnt take his eyes off her, even if he wanted too. Not that he would have, he liked this. Never before had he had a chance to look at Hermione for more than five minutes, and now he couldnt take his eyes off her.

The way the moonlight hit her hair made it look like she had highlights in her auburn hair. Her curls fell softly and landed on her shoulders in a elegant way. Even though her body was scrunched up, she still held her perfect shape. Her slender arms reached around her to clasp her legs together.

She is so beautiful....

Harry was suddenly overcome with an urge to hold Hermione in his arms, to have her body secured by him. He wanted to protect her, to make her happy.

But instead he had hurt her. Now, guilt crowded him. Somehow he knew the reason Hermione was out here tonight was because of this stupid fight. The fight he had caused. I dont know what I've done, but Ive caused her too much pain..

Harry watched as a fresh wave of tears poured down her face. This time though, she didnt let them fall, but brushed them away impatiently. Suddenly she spoke.

"Get a grip on yourself. You know it's your fault. Just apologize to him. He doesnt deserve this.." she said, interrupting the silence that had closed around the two.

Harry wondered if she was talking about him. Did it really hurt her this bad? Have I really done this to her?

A clock chimed somewhere in the distance, making Harry jump. Hermione turned to face the gigantic clock on the east side of the castle wall. 12'o clock.

Harry sat a minute longer to see if Hermione was going to the castle. As if on cue, she wiped the remaining tears off her face and stood up, her shoes in hand. She turned to face the lake once more, and spoke again.

"Im sorry for all this, Harry. I didnt mean to hurt you. I just dont know what to do.." she whispered. Then, she turned and headed back to the castle, still unaware Harry had been with her the whole time.

Harry sat for a moment longer, looking at the rippling surface of the lake. If only he had known this fight had hurt Hermione so bad...

He sighed. He now knew she didnt want to continue this fight any more than he did, but what was he going to do about it? He knew he should apologize to her, but would she listen this time? It doesnt matter...she's your best friend, make her listen. If shes important to you, you'll end the fight....

Getting up, Harry followed Hermione's steps and walked up to the Oak Front doors. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Making sure he was completely hidden by the cloak, he walked through the doors and made his way to Gryffindor tower. Harry had no intentions in sleeping in his private room tonight. He couldnt face the person he had caused so much pain...

Once he was there, he walked up the stairs to his old dormitory, where the other Gryffindor boys lay sleeping. Still in his pajammas, he took off the cloak and hid it underneath the bed and crawled under the sheets, careful not to wake anyone.

Though his brain was working like mad, he found himself slowly drifting off to sleep. But the minute before sleep overcame him, Harry was reminded of another problem. The dreams.

Harry opened his eyes, thinking hard. When I dreamed about the corridor in fifth, I had to learn Occulmency...so that's what I have to do now isn't it? Block my mind to whatever is causing the dreams...

Laying down once again, Harry cleared his mind, hoping aganist hope Occulmency worked aganist the dreams

...I dont need anymore problems...

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