Lessons Learned and Lies Laid
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Remus Lupin walked into the infirmary with a load of books slung over his back like Santa Clause to see Hermione leaning against the furthest wall from Harry reading, Harry turned away from his friends looking at the photo album of his parents, and Ron sitting alone in the middle of the room threatening to hex Cassandra the Clairvoyant if she moved into another card again while he was playing memory match with his chocolate frog cards.
"What's going on?" the werewolf asked putting down his load.
"Harry and Hermione had an argument," Ron said looking up from his cards. "They refuse to speak now. Even to me and I wasn't in it. So here I am trying to convince Cassandra the Cuckoo that memory match is for the memory and not to develop psychic abilities."
"What did they fight about?" Remus asked a bit apprehensive if the fight caused Harry and Hermione (who were not prone to having arguments with each other, as much as Ron and Hermione were) to stop speaking to each other.
"Prophecies and Hero-complexes. You know how Hermione is with Divination and she threw in the fact that Harry seems to look for trouble, and it just blew up. I'm surprised Madam Pomfrey didn't come barging in yelling at Hermione for disrupting Harry's rest," Ron said flipping over two more cards and saw Cassandra sticking her tongue out at him and Merlin chuckling amusedly beside her while the other card was blank.
"Damn," Remus swore softly under his breath and winced at the topic of argument. He quickly gathered himself together and said to Ron, "Well they can stop sulking now. They need to learn what everyone else learned while you played Memory Match and slept in."
Hermione's head popped up at the mention of learning, as Remus conjured a table in the middle of the room and three chairs. He placed his load down on the table while Ron and Hermione collected their quills and things, with Ron grumbling all the time.
Noticing Harry hadn't moved from his spot, Remus said, "You have to come and get tutored as well. You are further behind than these two."
"Of course I'm further behind than the know-it-all. Everyone is behind her compulsive learning curve, even some of the seventh years are!" Harry spat sitting up and facing the professor. "And as for being behind Ron, I've been unconscious for the past two da…rned weeks! That would entitle me to be behind."
"That was uncalled for Harry," Remus said sharply. "Apologize to Hermione."
"Why should I?" Harry demanded. "Its true. Some of the seventh years are tutored by her in Athrimancy and Ancient Runes."
"Harry…" Remus started.
"Its okay Professor," Hermione said calmly. "Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and if that is what Harry's opinion is then so be it."
Remus sighed and said, "You have to catch up either way. Come on, we'll do Defense first."
Harry muttered something under his breath, and walked over to the table sitting on Ron's left, Hermione being on Ron's right. Remus looked at the three Gryffindors and said, "Okay, the sixth years in the NEWT preparatory classes are basically divided into divided into two ranks. DA members, who are consequently more advanced, and the lucky people who managed to learn something from that old ministry cow. The DA members are currently working on active duels but Madam Pomfrey would have our heads if we tried that in here, so you guys are lucky, you just get to look up dueling techniques and famous duels and write me three feet about it. Then when you come back to class, you show off your dueling skills to the class with the students who are trying to catch up to the DA."
"That all?" Ron asked.
"Yup, I'm not nearly as cruel as Snape," Remus grinned. For the next two hours Remus summed up the theory lesson in all of their classes, and finally they were done.
"Harry can I speak with you?" Remus asked quietly.
"Why not," Harry sighed.
"Harry, look me in the eye and tell me you did not try to kill yourself," Remus said not raising his voice a decibel.
Harry looked at him, took a deep breath and said, "I did not try to kill myself."
Remus stared at him for a second and finally nodded. "Harry, I'm so sorry I thought you tried. I had spent the last two weeks trying to come to terms with you trying to kill yourself. And when you said you didn't, I… I couldn't believe it. I had spent two weeks trying to figure out why you would do something like that and I couldn't come up with one answer. And here you are saying you didn't. Even when the evidence was… still is on your wrists. And I… I just couldn't believe when I spent two weeks… two weeks… trying to convince myself otherwise. I am so sorry. I know I keep harping on about the two weeks thing but Poppy said once someone didn't wake up after the first three weeks they weren't likely to wake. And… and… you were in a coma for two and I was trying so hard to keep up hope and… I am so sorry."
Harry stared at the man for a few minutes as he held his head in his hands. "I'm sorry for scaring you Professor."
"From what you say," Remus said looking up. "It isn't yours to be sorry for. Well… You need to get your assignments for the last two weeks so sit down and allow the torture to continue."
"Thanks professor," Harry sighed sitting back down.
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AN:
Bwhahahaha!
Another chapter up!
Hope you like it!
Oh yeah... I no own HP.
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Remus Lupin walked into the infirmary with a load of books slung over his back like Santa Clause to see Hermione leaning against the furthest wall from Harry reading, Harry turned away from his friends looking at the photo album of his parents, and Ron sitting alone in the middle of the room threatening to hex Cassandra the Clairvoyant if she moved into another card again while he was playing memory match with his chocolate frog cards.
"What's going on?" the werewolf asked putting down his load.
"Harry and Hermione had an argument," Ron said looking up from his cards. "They refuse to speak now. Even to me and I wasn't in it. So here I am trying to convince Cassandra the Cuckoo that memory match is for the memory and not to develop psychic abilities."
"What did they fight about?" Remus asked a bit apprehensive if the fight caused Harry and Hermione (who were not prone to having arguments with each other, as much as Ron and Hermione were) to stop speaking to each other.
"Prophecies and Hero-complexes. You know how Hermione is with Divination and she threw in the fact that Harry seems to look for trouble, and it just blew up. I'm surprised Madam Pomfrey didn't come barging in yelling at Hermione for disrupting Harry's rest," Ron said flipping over two more cards and saw Cassandra sticking her tongue out at him and Merlin chuckling amusedly beside her while the other card was blank.
"Damn," Remus swore softly under his breath and winced at the topic of argument. He quickly gathered himself together and said to Ron, "Well they can stop sulking now. They need to learn what everyone else learned while you played Memory Match and slept in."
Hermione's head popped up at the mention of learning, as Remus conjured a table in the middle of the room and three chairs. He placed his load down on the table while Ron and Hermione collected their quills and things, with Ron grumbling all the time.
Noticing Harry hadn't moved from his spot, Remus said, "You have to come and get tutored as well. You are further behind than these two."
"Of course I'm further behind than the know-it-all. Everyone is behind her compulsive learning curve, even some of the seventh years are!" Harry spat sitting up and facing the professor. "And as for being behind Ron, I've been unconscious for the past two da…rned weeks! That would entitle me to be behind."
"That was uncalled for Harry," Remus said sharply. "Apologize to Hermione."
"Why should I?" Harry demanded. "Its true. Some of the seventh years are tutored by her in Athrimancy and Ancient Runes."
"Harry…" Remus started.
"Its okay Professor," Hermione said calmly. "Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and if that is what Harry's opinion is then so be it."
Remus sighed and said, "You have to catch up either way. Come on, we'll do Defense first."
Harry muttered something under his breath, and walked over to the table sitting on Ron's left, Hermione being on Ron's right. Remus looked at the three Gryffindors and said, "Okay, the sixth years in the NEWT preparatory classes are basically divided into divided into two ranks. DA members, who are consequently more advanced, and the lucky people who managed to learn something from that old ministry cow. The DA members are currently working on active duels but Madam Pomfrey would have our heads if we tried that in here, so you guys are lucky, you just get to look up dueling techniques and famous duels and write me three feet about it. Then when you come back to class, you show off your dueling skills to the class with the students who are trying to catch up to the DA."
"That all?" Ron asked.
"Yup, I'm not nearly as cruel as Snape," Remus grinned. For the next two hours Remus summed up the theory lesson in all of their classes, and finally they were done.
"Harry can I speak with you?" Remus asked quietly.
"Why not," Harry sighed.
"Harry, look me in the eye and tell me you did not try to kill yourself," Remus said not raising his voice a decibel.
Harry looked at him, took a deep breath and said, "I did not try to kill myself."
Remus stared at him for a second and finally nodded. "Harry, I'm so sorry I thought you tried. I had spent the last two weeks trying to come to terms with you trying to kill yourself. And when you said you didn't, I… I couldn't believe it. I had spent two weeks trying to figure out why you would do something like that and I couldn't come up with one answer. And here you are saying you didn't. Even when the evidence was… still is on your wrists. And I… I just couldn't believe when I spent two weeks… two weeks… trying to convince myself otherwise. I am so sorry. I know I keep harping on about the two weeks thing but Poppy said once someone didn't wake up after the first three weeks they weren't likely to wake. And… and… you were in a coma for two and I was trying so hard to keep up hope and… I am so sorry."
Harry stared at the man for a few minutes as he held his head in his hands. "I'm sorry for scaring you Professor."
"From what you say," Remus said looking up. "It isn't yours to be sorry for. Well… You need to get your assignments for the last two weeks so sit down and allow the torture to continue."
"Thanks professor," Harry sighed sitting back down.
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