I Miss You
Chapter 9
Ahem. In case you haven't noticed, I changed the name of the story. I don't know what else I could name it –major brain fart- so if you have any suggestions, knock yourself out. (: I had to change it, though, seeing as I named the first one when I had only written the 1st chapter.
Harry was a robot. Every day was the same. He awoke. He ate breakfast and made small talk with Ron. He went to classes. He ate dinner. Every night, he lay in bed for hours, hopelessly tired but unable to sleep. His life was empty without Hermione, and without Ron. Ron wasn't around much, except during classes, seeing as he was with Luna now. This left Harry to himself, when he allowed himself to expose the pain and loneliness he was feeling, and rid himself of it with the one thing that kept his sanity: his razor. Days went on without any change, each dawning with Harry's hopes of Hermione coming back dimmer. Neither of them were quite aware of it, but Hermione Granger had become Harry's reason for living.
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Hermione Granger was rebelling. Nobody expected it and, at first, nobody would believe it. Her parents, after seeing what had happened to Elizabeth (1) and Elizabeth's boyfriend, were being immensely overprotective, and after a while Hermione just stopped going home except to sleep. She would escape to clubs most nights, hooking up with some guy or another but- in true Hermione style- never doing anything that seriously clashed with her principles. She started wearing (minimal though it may be) makeup and something other then the same old sweater and jeans and even, to the encouragement of her "new friends," put on a miniskirt one night.
But whatever guy she hooked up with, she couldn't pay attention to him or listen to what he was saying, and wherever she went, she couldn't help wishing she were back at Hogwarts. It constantly occupied her mind, but yet, in a way, she wasn't ready to go back. She was afraid of what she might see. When she talked to Harry on the phone almost 2 weeks ago, sure, he had seemed happy, but she couldn't help noticing that distinct undertone of unhappiness, no matter how he tried to hide it... or perhaps he didn't notice it at all.
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It was midday Saturday, and raining outside. With nothing else to do, Harry was lying on the couch in the Prefect's lounge just thinking about life. He really wasn't happy with his. There was a sort of... aching emptiness there, and he had no idea what was missing. Other then the fact that he had one of the world's strongest wizards coming after him, well, why was he so unhappy all of a sudden? "Life sucks," he muttered to himself, and then turned over to take a nap.
Five minutes later, Professor Dumbledore came into the Prefect's lounge, startling Harry out of a somewhat peaceful doze. "Oh, 'ello, Professor," he said somewhat blearily. "What's up?"
Dumbledore had a strange look on his face. "I have some bad news for you, Harry."
The first thing that came into Harry's mind was 'HERMIONE.' "Er... what is it, Professor?" he said cautiously, praying that it didn't have anything to do with anyone he knew or cared about.
"Well, Harry, do you recall how the Sorting Hat had gone missing at the beginning of the year?" Harry nodded. "Well, we've just now located it." Harry nodded along, wondering where this was going.
Dumbledore sighed. "Harry, it was found in Lucius Malfoy's mansion." The phrase didn't mean much to Harry and he just frowned and shrugged. "Malfoy Mansion... I think we both know that Lucius is a Death Eater, although there's no proof. Now, the Sorting Hat can be used to look deep into the confines of one's mind and, in the case of any and all Hogwarts students, past and present, it has. The Sorting Hat has an amazing capability to remember... I believe that Voldemort has bewitched the hat to tell him everything that it knows about you. He now knows your strengths, your weaknesses, everything. I have no doubt that Voldemort will be coming to Hogwarts soon to find you."
Harry sat back heavily against the couch, trying to take in everything that he had just heard. Dumbledore stood up and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "That's a lot to think about. I'll leave you to it." He turned and left the room.
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Hermione leaned her forehead against the cool glass of a window in her compartment on the Hogwarts Express. She was finally going back home. To Hogwarts. Where her parents were was no longer anything more then a house. Things had changed there ever since Elizabeth. Things were just so... different. But now she was going back to where Harry was... and where Ron was... and where Harry was! She smiled and closed her eyes.
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Harry didn't go down to dinner. He stayed in the Prefect Lounge in the dormitory and thought about everything Professor Dumbledore had just told him. Well, basically, he was screwed. And he didn't think he could take it anymore.
My world's on fire
It's more then I can handle
He didn't know if he even wanted to... well, to go on anymore. In fact, he knew it. He just wanted to end things. And he would.
Still the cold
Is closing in on us
Harry picked up a razor, placed it on his wrist, and pulled it across.
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Hermione opened the door to the Prefect Lounge. Ron had told her that Harry was up here. She stepped in and was greeted with the most horrific sight she had ever seen.
I watch the heavens and I find a calling
Something I can do to change this moment
"HARRY?"
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Author's Notes: 1. I decided that her friend needed a name. I couldn't keep calling her "Hermione's best friend who snuffed it." (That sounded slightly heartless... ahem.) Anyways, "Hermione's best friend who snuffed it" got redundant after a while.
AHAHAHAHA I am too cruel. Aren't I? Well, I put this out on Wednesday instead of Friday because I won't be home on Friday. Songfic-y bit is credited to Sarah McLachlan. The song is "World on Fire." All her songs are so beautiful! Anyways, review. The more reviews I get, the more likely that I'll put this up earlier. (I have the next chapter written already –shock and awe-) Um. Kay. Peace out.
Oh, also. You may have noticed that I never write Ron into these damn things. This is because I don't like Ron. What I like even less then Ron is Ron-Hermione parings. But that's another story for another day. Let me know if the nonexistence of Ron is bothering you.
-Sara