Argueing Fate
AN: Sorry for the wait.
I tried to follow some of your suggestions.
but the just didn't work...
NOT that they weren't good suggestions, its just that I can't put them in right now...
maybe later.
I dont' own HP and all that stuff.
Here's the story now...
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"What was that all about mate?" Ron asked as soon as he reached Harry's bed.
"Dumbledore apologized," Harry said shortly. "Said he believed me now. Like I believe that. Dumbledore NEVER admits he's wrong."
"I'm sure he must have meant it Harry," Hermione said. "He wouldn't have said it otherwise."
"Well he kept the bleeding reason Voldemort is after me to himself for five years. He claimed that it was my mother's love which kept me from dieing with her, but no~o~o~o… It was actually because of some damned prophecy," Harry spat. "I consider that a lie."
"What prophecy?" Ron asked.
"So Dumbledore didn't tell you while you traipsing around Sirius's house. Amazing! I expected him to tell you. After all, I can't have one aspect of my life that is not fucking published. I thought at the least the order to by know," Harry said bitterly.
"You're not being fair Harry," Hermione said. "I'm sure Professor Dumbledore is only doing what he believes is best."
"Dumbledore is human," Harry said. "He is not infallible simply because he is the bleeding headmaster of the school."
"I didn't think he was. I think he was simply doing the best for you because he cares about you," Hermione said sharply finally having enough of Harry's tongue. "And I'd appreciated it if you would stop swearing. Your mouth has been worse than Ron's since you woke up! And we all know that I'm snapping at him at least once a day for some slip of the tongue. Professor Dumbledore was worried about you too! He was down here at least once a day to check up on you to see how you were doing."
"Of course he was fucking checking up on me," Harry said angrily. "I'm his bleeding weapon! I'm the thing that is supposed to kill Voldemort or let the whole effing world sink into darkness. Damn it why does it have to be me? Why do I always get the weight of the bleeding world on my shoulders? Why do I have to be the fucking order's weapon? I'll tell you why, 'cause that bitch Trelawney made a fucking prediction!"
"You don't HAVE to keep fighting Voldemort you know! You're the one who always runs after him for some reason or another! Why can't you just concentrate on your studies instead of putting the weight of the world on your own shoulders! The way I see it you are the one that takes up that weight and that old bat has nothing to do with it because she is not a seer!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I can't believe it! The great all-knowing Hermione Granger is wrong!" Harry sneered. "Trelawney is what the books call a trance seer. They don't see many things in their lives but they are never wrong. They also never remember what they see and if no one is around to hear the prophecy it is lost. Trelawney made that damned prophecy when she was in a trance. And Trance Seers are never fucking wrong!"
"How do you know?" Hermione challenged.
"I read the book 'Prophecies and Fulfillments' over the summer after hearing the damned thing," Harry said coldly. "It has a useful section about seers. I assume you haven't read it."
"Why would I read something so full of lies?" Hermione demanded.
"Because one of those lies made me The-Fucking-Boy-Who-Lived," Harry said turning away from her and facing the wall.
"Hmph!" Hermione stalked to her cot across the room and started to read Hogwarts a History again.
Ron just looked between his two friends not knowing what to do.
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AN: Okay, here's the deal
hopefully I'll update within a week.
yeah... note HOPEFULLY
And PLEASE OH PLEASE review....
I like reviews...
AN: Sorry for the wait.
I tried to follow some of your suggestions.
but the just didn't work...
NOT that they weren't good suggestions, its just that I can't put them in right now...
maybe later.
I dont' own HP and all that stuff.
Here's the story now...
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V
"What was that all about mate?" Ron asked as soon as he reached Harry's bed.
"Dumbledore apologized," Harry said shortly. "Said he believed me now. Like I believe that. Dumbledore NEVER admits he's wrong."
"I'm sure he must have meant it Harry," Hermione said. "He wouldn't have said it otherwise."
"Well he kept the bleeding reason Voldemort is after me to himself for five years. He claimed that it was my mother's love which kept me from dieing with her, but no~o~o~o… It was actually because of some damned prophecy," Harry spat. "I consider that a lie."
"What prophecy?" Ron asked.
"So Dumbledore didn't tell you while you traipsing around Sirius's house. Amazing! I expected him to tell you. After all, I can't have one aspect of my life that is not fucking published. I thought at the least the order to by know," Harry said bitterly.
"You're not being fair Harry," Hermione said. "I'm sure Professor Dumbledore is only doing what he believes is best."
"Dumbledore is human," Harry said. "He is not infallible simply because he is the bleeding headmaster of the school."
"I didn't think he was. I think he was simply doing the best for you because he cares about you," Hermione said sharply finally having enough of Harry's tongue. "And I'd appreciated it if you would stop swearing. Your mouth has been worse than Ron's since you woke up! And we all know that I'm snapping at him at least once a day for some slip of the tongue. Professor Dumbledore was worried about you too! He was down here at least once a day to check up on you to see how you were doing."
"Of course he was fucking checking up on me," Harry said angrily. "I'm his bleeding weapon! I'm the thing that is supposed to kill Voldemort or let the whole effing world sink into darkness. Damn it why does it have to be me? Why do I always get the weight of the bleeding world on my shoulders? Why do I have to be the fucking order's weapon? I'll tell you why, 'cause that bitch Trelawney made a fucking prediction!"
"You don't HAVE to keep fighting Voldemort you know! You're the one who always runs after him for some reason or another! Why can't you just concentrate on your studies instead of putting the weight of the world on your own shoulders! The way I see it you are the one that takes up that weight and that old bat has nothing to do with it because she is not a seer!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I can't believe it! The great all-knowing Hermione Granger is wrong!" Harry sneered. "Trelawney is what the books call a trance seer. They don't see many things in their lives but they are never wrong. They also never remember what they see and if no one is around to hear the prophecy it is lost. Trelawney made that damned prophecy when she was in a trance. And Trance Seers are never fucking wrong!"
"How do you know?" Hermione challenged.
"I read the book 'Prophecies and Fulfillments' over the summer after hearing the damned thing," Harry said coldly. "It has a useful section about seers. I assume you haven't read it."
"Why would I read something so full of lies?" Hermione demanded.
"Because one of those lies made me The-Fucking-Boy-Who-Lived," Harry said turning away from her and facing the wall.
"Hmph!" Hermione stalked to her cot across the room and started to read Hogwarts a History again.
Ron just looked between his two friends not knowing what to do.
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AN: Okay, here's the deal
hopefully I'll update within a week.
yeah... note HOPEFULLY
And PLEASE OH PLEASE review....
I like reviews...