Harry wondered why the world had to be the way it was. Why couldn't
it be better?
The only answer he came up with was that there was some cruel divine force out there that wanted to punish him.
He was sitting in the common room writing out his essay for transfiguration while the rain spattered the window.
He'd gotten a letter the day before; Tonks was now out of the hospital.
Hermione and Ron were at a prefects meeting.
Harry was alone.
He didn't want to do his essay. He chewed on the end of the quill. Eventually he finished the essay and leaned his face against the cold glass window. He nearly fell asleep.
"Harry?"
He didn't turn around. "What do you want?"
"You're in a bad mood, aren't you?"
He didn't respond and he couldn't see her, but he felt the weight of Ginny sitting on the arm of the chair.
"Luna said to tell you that she's got to cancel your Occlumency lesson for tonight."
He still didn't move. "Why?"
"Well, I just saw her and she looks terrible. She was on her way to the hospital wing to see Madam Pomfrey."
"I've got to go see if she's okay." Harry stood up immediately and the lack of weight to balance out the sides sent the chair over sideways, landing on top of Ginny, who fell to the floor.
"Ouch!" screamed Ginny.
"Oops. I'm sorry, Gin."
She glared at him as he picked up the chair and helped Ginny to her feet. "Is your leg okay?"
"It's fine. Just a little sore is all."
"Good. I'm going to go see if Luna is okay." He started away, avoiding the looks of those who had glanced over curiously upon hearing the chair fall down and Ginny scream.
Ginny called to him, "She's fine. Just the flu or something."
Harry didn't listen. He went down to the hospital. He got just outside the door and started to feel silly. What was he doing here? Oh, well. He was here now. He opened the door and saw Madam Pomfrey, "Is Luna okay?"
"She's fine, young man. It's just a case of the flu. Possibly a slight case of pneumonia. I gave her some tonic and she'll be good as new by morning."
"Can I see her?"
"She's already asleep."
"Can I see her anyway?"
Harry wasn't sure, but he thought he saw something in Madam Pomfrey's face soften. "Go on. She's behind the curtain, on the first bed."
"Thanks." He came through the curtain that veiled the bed. "Luna, are you okay?"
"Hmmm?" She was awake, acknowledging that he was there, but her eyes remained closed. She was feeling too weak to properly talk; Harry had often felt that way himself after being especially sick.
"Are you alright, Luna? I heard you didn't feel well."
"Hmmm." That sounded like a 'yes'.
He sat in the chair by the bed. "Are you alright?"
"Hmmm?" she asked weakly.
"I'll take that as a 'no'." He tentatively reached out and took her hand, trying to send comfort and strength through it, to her.
He just sat there, talking to her. Rambling off anything on his mind. She never opened her eyes, but her "hmmm" always indicated what she thought and showed that she was paying attention. He always knew what she meant. But it also showed that she was too weak to really talk.
"Yeah, and so they've got their Prefect meeting tonight. All of us are so involved in different things that we never see each other anymore. I don't like it. What about you? I thought you might make Prefect this year."
"Hmmm." It was a 'no, I didn't make Prefect, but I didn't want to'.
"Ginny didn't make it either."
"Hmmm?" meaning 'where's Ginny now?'
"Oh, she's in the common room. I feel kind of bad. She was sitting on the arm of the chair I was in and I stood up really fast and the chair went over. It fell on top of her."
"Hm!"
"Yeah, it did look painful. But she said she was okay."
"Hmm, hmm!" she said weakly.
"Maybe I should see how she's doing." He didn't want to leave yet. "Did I tell you Tonks is out of the hospital?"
This time her "hmm" was clearly an impatient yes.
"I guess I should get going, then." He hesitated. "I'll come see you in the morning before breakfast." He kissed her on the forehead in an almost brotherly or fatherly manner.
"Goodnight, Harry."
"Goodnight, Luna." He smiled.
Luna was nearly asleep (or pretending to be), she murmured, "Apologize to her."
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Harry stopped in to see Luna before breakfast. He felt silly, so he didn't tell Ron and Hermione where he was going, only that he'd meet them downstairs.
Madam Pomrey let him in at once. Luna was awake.
"Hello, Harry." She was propped up on her elbows and looking much healthier than the night before.
"Hey." She looked nearly back to her usual self actually.
"Sit."
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, sitting at the foot of her bed and looking at her.
"Yes. Much better. Strong Healing tonics often take quite a bit out of you before they make you better. I'm sorry about last night. I'll make up the lesson. Which is better for you, tonight or Saturday?"
"We were going to have a long practice Saturday, but with the way the weather's going I was thinking of canceling it."
"Then what about tonight?"
"Are you sure you'll be up to it? You don't want to relapse and get sicker."
"I'll be fine."
"Okay. Then tonight is great."
"Good. See you in McGonagall's room at the usual time."
Harry found Ron and Hermione arguing. "I don't want to go to potions!"
"You are not faking sick, Ron!"
"But-"
"You are a iPrefecti!"
"It's not really faking if I use-"
"You are inoti using a Skiving Snackbox either." She glared.
"Harry, tell her."
"Tell her what?"
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "That if we want Gryffindor to win the Quiditch match in 2 weeks, he needs to stay out of class today so he can get ahead on homework, catch up on rest, and be able to spend tonight at practice."
"We aren't having a practice tonight, Ron. I've got to cancel."
"Harry, we need all the practice we can get."
"Well, I'm busy," he said, irritated.
"What are you busy with?"
"Luna. I've got a Legilimency lesson tonight."
"I thought that was last night," said Hermione.
"It was supposed to be, but Luna got sick. She's better now. You'd know if you were in the common room last night."
"We told you, we had a Prefects' meeting."
Ron looked a little mad. "Yeah, Ginny was telling me. She said you did something and a chair fell on her leg."
Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "I said sorry."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione, I'm not going to class."
Harry went down to the dungeon and left them to argue.
Okay, I'm back. I was on a hiatus from my Harry fics. I'm back. If you don't hate me too much for ignoring you guys for a couple weeks by writing other fics, please review. Sorry this chappie was so short. I'll try to post another soon. I was really stuck on what to write.
The only answer he came up with was that there was some cruel divine force out there that wanted to punish him.
He was sitting in the common room writing out his essay for transfiguration while the rain spattered the window.
He'd gotten a letter the day before; Tonks was now out of the hospital.
Hermione and Ron were at a prefects meeting.
Harry was alone.
He didn't want to do his essay. He chewed on the end of the quill. Eventually he finished the essay and leaned his face against the cold glass window. He nearly fell asleep.
"Harry?"
He didn't turn around. "What do you want?"
"You're in a bad mood, aren't you?"
He didn't respond and he couldn't see her, but he felt the weight of Ginny sitting on the arm of the chair.
"Luna said to tell you that she's got to cancel your Occlumency lesson for tonight."
He still didn't move. "Why?"
"Well, I just saw her and she looks terrible. She was on her way to the hospital wing to see Madam Pomfrey."
"I've got to go see if she's okay." Harry stood up immediately and the lack of weight to balance out the sides sent the chair over sideways, landing on top of Ginny, who fell to the floor.
"Ouch!" screamed Ginny.
"Oops. I'm sorry, Gin."
She glared at him as he picked up the chair and helped Ginny to her feet. "Is your leg okay?"
"It's fine. Just a little sore is all."
"Good. I'm going to go see if Luna is okay." He started away, avoiding the looks of those who had glanced over curiously upon hearing the chair fall down and Ginny scream.
Ginny called to him, "She's fine. Just the flu or something."
Harry didn't listen. He went down to the hospital. He got just outside the door and started to feel silly. What was he doing here? Oh, well. He was here now. He opened the door and saw Madam Pomfrey, "Is Luna okay?"
"She's fine, young man. It's just a case of the flu. Possibly a slight case of pneumonia. I gave her some tonic and she'll be good as new by morning."
"Can I see her?"
"She's already asleep."
"Can I see her anyway?"
Harry wasn't sure, but he thought he saw something in Madam Pomfrey's face soften. "Go on. She's behind the curtain, on the first bed."
"Thanks." He came through the curtain that veiled the bed. "Luna, are you okay?"
"Hmmm?" She was awake, acknowledging that he was there, but her eyes remained closed. She was feeling too weak to properly talk; Harry had often felt that way himself after being especially sick.
"Are you alright, Luna? I heard you didn't feel well."
"Hmmm." That sounded like a 'yes'.
He sat in the chair by the bed. "Are you alright?"
"Hmmm?" she asked weakly.
"I'll take that as a 'no'." He tentatively reached out and took her hand, trying to send comfort and strength through it, to her.
He just sat there, talking to her. Rambling off anything on his mind. She never opened her eyes, but her "hmmm" always indicated what she thought and showed that she was paying attention. He always knew what she meant. But it also showed that she was too weak to really talk.
"Yeah, and so they've got their Prefect meeting tonight. All of us are so involved in different things that we never see each other anymore. I don't like it. What about you? I thought you might make Prefect this year."
"Hmmm." It was a 'no, I didn't make Prefect, but I didn't want to'.
"Ginny didn't make it either."
"Hmmm?" meaning 'where's Ginny now?'
"Oh, she's in the common room. I feel kind of bad. She was sitting on the arm of the chair I was in and I stood up really fast and the chair went over. It fell on top of her."
"Hm!"
"Yeah, it did look painful. But she said she was okay."
"Hmm, hmm!" she said weakly.
"Maybe I should see how she's doing." He didn't want to leave yet. "Did I tell you Tonks is out of the hospital?"
This time her "hmm" was clearly an impatient yes.
"I guess I should get going, then." He hesitated. "I'll come see you in the morning before breakfast." He kissed her on the forehead in an almost brotherly or fatherly manner.
"Goodnight, Harry."
"Goodnight, Luna." He smiled.
Luna was nearly asleep (or pretending to be), she murmured, "Apologize to her."
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Harry stopped in to see Luna before breakfast. He felt silly, so he didn't tell Ron and Hermione where he was going, only that he'd meet them downstairs.
Madam Pomrey let him in at once. Luna was awake.
"Hello, Harry." She was propped up on her elbows and looking much healthier than the night before.
"Hey." She looked nearly back to her usual self actually.
"Sit."
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, sitting at the foot of her bed and looking at her.
"Yes. Much better. Strong Healing tonics often take quite a bit out of you before they make you better. I'm sorry about last night. I'll make up the lesson. Which is better for you, tonight or Saturday?"
"We were going to have a long practice Saturday, but with the way the weather's going I was thinking of canceling it."
"Then what about tonight?"
"Are you sure you'll be up to it? You don't want to relapse and get sicker."
"I'll be fine."
"Okay. Then tonight is great."
"Good. See you in McGonagall's room at the usual time."
Harry found Ron and Hermione arguing. "I don't want to go to potions!"
"You are not faking sick, Ron!"
"But-"
"You are a iPrefecti!"
"It's not really faking if I use-"
"You are inoti using a Skiving Snackbox either." She glared.
"Harry, tell her."
"Tell her what?"
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "That if we want Gryffindor to win the Quiditch match in 2 weeks, he needs to stay out of class today so he can get ahead on homework, catch up on rest, and be able to spend tonight at practice."
"We aren't having a practice tonight, Ron. I've got to cancel."
"Harry, we need all the practice we can get."
"Well, I'm busy," he said, irritated.
"What are you busy with?"
"Luna. I've got a Legilimency lesson tonight."
"I thought that was last night," said Hermione.
"It was supposed to be, but Luna got sick. She's better now. You'd know if you were in the common room last night."
"We told you, we had a Prefects' meeting."
Ron looked a little mad. "Yeah, Ginny was telling me. She said you did something and a chair fell on her leg."
Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "I said sorry."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione, I'm not going to class."
Harry went down to the dungeon and left them to argue.
Okay, I'm back. I was on a hiatus from my Harry fics. I'm back. If you don't hate me too much for ignoring you guys for a couple weeks by writing other fics, please review. Sorry this chappie was so short. I'll try to post another soon. I was really stuck on what to write.