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Now, onto Chapter fifteen!
Chapter Fifteen: Stuck in the Slammer
Harry threw some clothes into his bag. He didn't care which ones. He didn't about anything anymore. He rubbed his eyes; he hadn't got any sleep and it was 4:30 in the morning. He grabbed some muggle money, two doughnuts, and his car keys. He rushed towards the door, and turned the knob, to come face-to-face with Dumbledore.
"Good morning, Harry," he said calmly. Harry glared at him. "I see that you're going somewhere."
Harry inhaled. "Please move, Professor." He tired to move to the right, but Dumbledore moved in front of him.
"Professor," he said firmly. "I have to go."
Dumbledore shook his head. "Oh no, oh no, Harry. You aren't going anywhere."
"Look, it's not your business! Now move!" Harry said looking his temper.
"Yes, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said. "I will move, but you're not going to get anywhere." He walked past Harry, and into the house. "It's quite extraordinary what love can do, Mr. Potter. It's not just because its your destiny or because of some prophecy. It's because of your own life and you can write his own destiny, for this one love, is the greatest power of all and you know it. You just has to remember it... " (A/N: w00t dana!)
Harry stood there. "It is also quite extraordinary what Misters Fred and George Weasley can do."
"What?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore smiled. "You can come in now, Miss Blake." Harry turned to see that Allie quietly came out of the corner of the door, glancing very little at Harry.
"Miss Blake, here, purchased a Weasley-Spy-Ball, and found out some interesting information." Harry glared at her. Did she have him wired? Better question: Where did she have him wired.
"Mr. Potter, look," Allie blurted out. "You can't leave! I'm sorry that I spied on you and Aunt Hermione, but—"
"Save it, Allie," Harry said quietly. "I've made up my mind, and none you can stop me."
"But the wedding! You're Mr. Weasley's best man—"
"Not anymore! Ron can find a better friend than me. Because I don't deserve to be his best man! I don't even deserve to be his friend!" Harry turned on his heel, and walked out the door.
"Professor!" Allie cried. "What should we do?"
Dumbledore looked blankly into space. "Allie, this is where you come in..."
— — —
Hermione paced back and forth. She had the biggest headache. "Okay. Okay. Calm down, take a deep breath, Hermione." She took the order from herself, and took a deep breath and feel onto the couch.
"This can't be happening!" she cried. "How could this have happened?!" She rest her head on the couch. Damn, Harry's the best kisser! "Shut up!" she told herself.
She groaned and laid her head on the couch again. She closed her eyes, hoping that she would wake up from this crazy yet very satisfying dream. She was very quiet. So quite that she could hear her heart beating.
She could have sworn that she felt it stop for one second. She opened her eyes. "Something's wrong..."
She jumped up, and ran outside, and into her car. Hermione jammed the keys into the ignition, and pushed the gas. She raced down the street until Harry's house approached.
Hermione quickly walked up to the front door. "HARRY!" she called. "HARRY, LET ME IN!"She tried pushing open the door, put it wouldn't budge. She backed away from the door, and looked up at the windows. There was a open light.
She ran into the backyard, and tried to open that one to. After a few minutes of trying to find a key, she remembered she was a witch. "Alohamora!" The door unlocked and she ran upstairs.
"Harry? Harry, are you here?" she called. She opened the door, and found that no one was there. She looked around the room. It was a disaster. "Oh...Harry..." She walked over to the shelf, and picked a picture of him and her, and held it close to her heart.
"It's a little late now, Harry, but I love you too."
— — —
Harry drove for a long time. He guessed that he had been driving for almost a whole day. He didn't know where he was or where he was going. He just wanted to get away from the mess that he had created. Where the hell am I? I could be anywhere! Maybe, I'm in France, or Switzerland, or Iraq...wait...I'm not in Iraq...there aren't any American tanks. (A/N: hehe)
He passed Ellington Field when he noticed his stomach growling with hunger.
He took a U-Turn to a twenty-four hours restaurant. He walked in. It smelled liked fish. He sighed and took a seat on the stool. The red-haired waitress approached him. "Hiya, honey. What can a get you?"
"Eh...just get me large fries, and a drink."
"Oi, Ernie! Mega straight and a cold one!" (A/N: hehe...that's a funny story actually...my cousins and I went to this really bad restaurant, so my cousin's like, 'Dad let's bounce to Yellow M and get some straight. (McDonald/Straight fries) hehe...you don't care....) she called loudly from.
He stared down at his empty plate. "What's wrong, honey? It's not the smell is it?" Harry looked up. "ERNIE! I TOLD YOU TO PUT YOUR SHOES BACK ON! YOU'RE DEPRESSING THE CUSTOMERS!"
Harry chuckled, "No, ma'am...it's not the smell...it's just...nothing...never mind."
"Aww...C'mon, you can tell your Aunt Mary...C'mon, honey..." she urged.
Harry smiled again. "Well, there's this girl—"
"KNEW IT!" Mary yelled. "Sorry, honey, keep going."
"Well, she's my best friend, and she's getting married to my other best friend, and I really love her, but she doesn't love me back. I tried to be happy for them. I really did, but I just can't." Mary leaned forward to hear more. "You see," Harry continued. "I've been though a lot of horrible stuff, and I just can't let her go through the same things as me. I want her to be safe."
"Safe?" Mary asked. "Are you a convict?"
Harry laughed. "No...no...nothing like that...it's just...you wouldn't understand." He told her what had happened.
Mary nodded. "I see. Well, you know what you've got to do don't you?" She stared at him. "You have go back. You have to confront them. Don't be held back for your mistakes, honey. Forget and go on. That's the way life works." She got up and started to wipe the dishes. "That girl doesn't know what she's missing. She doesn't need no snot-nose, fat—"
"Er...did I mention that Ron's my best friend?" Harry asked.
"Sorry, honey...Just remember: That young lady doesn't know what she's missing."
She smiled and Harry returned it. "Thanks, Mary."
"No problem, honey, and—"
"MARY!" someone from the back called.
"WHAT?!" Mary yelled.
"I BURNED THE FRIES!"
"UGH! HOW MANY TIME, ERNIE!? HOW MAY TIMES?!" She turned to go into the back.
He nodded. She returned with a box of large fries and a large Coca Cola. She give it to him. "Sorry 'bout the fries, honey."
"No, problem. It's just the way I like 'em...burnt to a crisp." He smiled again. "Here's the money for the fries and coke." He grabbed his keys, and headed out the door.
"Good Luck, Harry, honey, and remember what I told you." Mary called.
"Will do, Mary! Thanks!" he called back.
— — —
The next night, Harry sat in his car, gazing at the city from above a large hill. It was calm and peace fun. It give Harry some time to just sit and think.
You have go back. You have to confront them. Don't be held back for your mistakes.
But, I can't go back! Harry argued with himself.
Sure you can! Just push this baby onto the road and drive!
But, I freakin' made out with my best friend's fiancé!
But, you have to go back! You have to be there for them, just like they were there for you.
But what if she doesn't want me there?!
She will always want you to be with her...she made that promise four years ago. Now, do you really love her?
Yeah...
Then WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GO, POTTER!
"Yeah. YEAH! I'LL GO! I'll be there for her...as a friend!" he jammed his keys into the ignition and put the gear into reverse. He pushed the pedal, and the car reared back. The car abruptly, was pushed slightly forward. Harry jerked his head to see what had happened. He had hit another car.
"Argh! Not again!" he got out of the car. He saw that this time, he hadn't hit any old friends, but a mere Muggle. He was fat and short with a curly brown mustache. (A/N: To me, he looks like Mario. Hehe)
"My car! My car! Oh my car!" he said. He started hugging the back of his car. There was one small dent, which was hardly noticeable. "You!" he pointed at Harry. "This is all you're fault!"
"Listen, I'm sorry!" Harry said quickly. His hand reached his pocket and he dug for some Muggle money. "Er...here's....sixteen pounds."
"Sixteen pounds?! Sixteen pounds?! Do you think that sixteen pounds is going to pay for this?!" the man hollered.
"PAY FOR WHAT!? THIS IS HARDLY A DENT! AND I SAID I WAS SORRY!"
"SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH! Now pay up, punk!" the man screamed.
Harry growled. "I don't have time for this!"
He turned on his heel, and started to leave. "Oh no you don't!" the man called. The next thing Harry knew was something coming towards his face. It was the man's fist. Harry stumbled onto the ground.
He licked his lip to find that it was bleeding. "Why you little—" Harry jumped on the man, pounding his fists onto him. His temper had gotten the better of him.
Harry would have been glad to keep going, but soon, trouble arrived.
"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?" Harry heard a man cry. Two men in uniform grabbed Harry's shoulders and pinned him to his 350Z.
The man on the ground slowly got up, pointing his quivering finger at Harry. "Him! Him! He hit my car, and then hit me!"
The police men turned to him. "Is this true?"
"Yes." Harry said, shoving off the other men.
"Well, then, Sir, we will have to take you in." the police man said.
"What? Take me in?" Harry asked quickly. "No! You can't! I have to go back to London! My best friends—"
"Yeah, yeah...tell it to the judge!" the police man smiled, and leaned towards the others, whispering, "I always wanted to say that."
They grabbed Harry's hands and stretched them to his back. He felt a pair of cold handcuffs on his warm wrists. They pushed him into the car, even with his attempts to breakaway from them.
"No! No! Hermione! No!" Harry struggled.
"C'mon!" the police pushed him into the car.
The man laughed at him. "HA! You see?! I won! I'll just be taken down you're licence plate to get my money!" Harry cursed under his breath. "Take him away, boys!" the man called to the police. "Take his punk British ass to jail!" (A/N: Sorry if this offends anyone, but I saw in a movie called Rush Hour—really funny. Hehe)
The car sped away. "No, no, no! This isn't happing! I don't believe this!" Harry said.
"Believe it." one of the police men said.
"You have to let me out!" Harry pleaded. "I have to tell my best friend that I love her no matter what, even if she is getting married to my other best friend, and that I'll be her friend, and promise to try not to be anything more then that, and—"
"Calm down...I'm a police man," he said. "I solve crime, not people's love lives...
Harry groaned and slid into the seat. I'm going to miss the wedding! Ron and Hermione's wedding! The love of my life and my best friends wedding! Hermione has to know that I will try to except her as just a friend! She'll hate me if I don't tell her that! I have to get out! He tried feeling for his wand. OH NO! I left my wand in my bag!
"Shit! Shit! SHIT! SHIT!" Harry said loudly.
"Hey, hey, hey," the police men said. "Whatever you say, could, and will be used against you in a court of law!" They laughed.
"THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER!" Harry cried. "Hermione's getting married! AND I LOVE HER! I don't need a bunch of faggot police men, ruining it for me!"
"Whoops...what are we going to do now?" the police said sarcastically.
"I don't know, Bill, maybe we should stop at a doughnuts place, and let him escape, so he can tell his best friend that he'll try to be just friends with her, but loves him with all his heart..."
They laughed.
"You guys drunk!?" Harry said. "That's not funny!" The police men were silent. "This is serious! I really do love her, and now...she doesn't want any thing to do with me." Something in Harry's tone made the police men stop joking.
"All my life, I had gone through the roughest things you couldn't even imagine. My parents were murdered when I was one. My godfather was killed when I was fifteen. Almost my school hated my guts. The only thing I could rely on were my friends. They had my back. And know it's my turn to have theirs."
There was silence. "Wow, man," one of the police men said. "that was deep." Harry looked at the window.
"Yeah, man, sorry bout the jokes, you know...I think I had too many doughnuts this morning." the other one said.
"That was sad...so sad," the last one said. "Wish I could help...but I'm not Oprah..." (A/N: She gave away free cars! Geez...I wish I was there...)
"How about you let me go?" Harry suggested.
"We aren't that soft."
Harry groaned, and started banging his head on the window. Don't worry, Hermy, I'll be there...
A/N: Howdy from Texas!
List of Apologies:
Sorry it took me so long to do this one. I had a lot of Community Service to do, and a lot of Homework crap.
Sorry if the police men are sort of OOC, I just imagined them to be like that. Three really lame yet stern men.
Sorry about the Author notes throughout the chapter. I just wanted to put some of the current events that happened in my life for the last couple of weeks.
Okay...well...there are two days the wedding! Will Harry make it!? There is also probably a few chapters left. I might add a epilogue if I can think of something.
I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter! I really enjoyed writing...er..typing it!
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