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A/N: Here's chapter two! I had it written just took me forever to get around to uploading it. –Love Casey
::announcer voice:: AND HERE IT IS!!! ::bows::
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"Harry!" Exclaimed Dumbledore excitedly. "Excellent catch! Really I must say-"Harry cut him off.
"Professor! Professor, why is everyone acting so bloody strange? Where is Voldemort? Did you kill him?"
Dumbledore stared at him strangely. "And who, may I ask, is Voldemort?"
Harry then proceeded to tell him the whole story.
"...and then you sent me back here to the hospital wing to get some rest!" Harry finished breathlessly. Dumbledore then said the one thing Harry least expected him to say.
"Harry, you fell to the ground after making a brilliant catch. Of course you're a little confused. It was all just a dream. I assure that your parents and godfather are alive and well." Dumbledore stood up. "I'm afraid I must leave you now, Harry. I hope you get to feeling better." Dumbledore then turned on his heel and walked out of the hospital wing. Harry slumped back onto his pillows. Madame Promfrey decided to take action.
"I must ask you to leave now. My patient needs plenty of rest to make a full recovery. Out, out!" She shooed the visitors out of the room. Madame Promfrey then left to tend to some first years, who coincidentally, had eaten some nosebleed nougats and whose noses wouldn't stop bleeding. Harry grinned. Some things never change.
After a few minutes of being alone with his thoughts, which Harry found quite nerve-racking, the hospital wing doors opened once again.
Harry looked up to see none other than Hermione Granger. Vaguely wondering why Ron wasn't with her, Harry smiled a greeting.
Hermione walked briskly up to Harry and kissed him on the cheek. This action surprised Harry very much so, in his other life, he and Hermione had been nothing but friends, however, in this life, he wasn't sure about anything. Harry then realized that Hermione had been talking.
"...I can't believe you, honestly Harry, what were you thinking? I'm not saying it wasn't a spectacular save, of course, but it certainly wasn't worth you risking your neck just to-
"Ummm...Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously. He didn't really want to ask this, but he didn't really see any other way out of it. "Ummm...Hermione I'm a little confused right now, Madame Promfrey says I have a concussion. Will you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Of course not, Harry!" Hermione replied brightly.
"Are you my...Are we...Areyoumygirlfriend?" He asked quickly.
Hermione looked at him funny, as though trying to decide something. "Uhh...yeah, Harry. We've been going out since Valentine's Day. Don't you remember the day in Hogsmead? When we went to Madame Puddifoot's and you asked me?"
"Oh...well, no I don't remember that. You see Hermione, I think...I think maybe we shouldn't be together anymore. I-I like you more as a friend...than as a girlfriend I mean..." Harry trailed off unexpectedly.
Hermione looked more livid and angry than Harry had ever seen her. "Harry James Potter, how could you? You were the one who asked me out you bloody bastard, you-"
But whatever Harry was he never found out, because Hermione then turned and ran out of the hospital wing sobbing. Harry sighed. He really didn't mean to hurt Hermione's feelings. If he had to have a girlfriend why couldn't it be someone...someone like...well someone like Ginny Weasley?
Harry: Doesn't the review button look all nice and pretty? I think you should click on it, after all, I foresee that it will make the author update faster. ;)
A/N: Here's chapter two! I had it written just took me forever to get around to uploading it. –Love Casey
::announcer voice:: AND HERE IT IS!!! ::bows::
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"Harry!" Exclaimed Dumbledore excitedly. "Excellent catch! Really I must say-"Harry cut him off.
"Professor! Professor, why is everyone acting so bloody strange? Where is Voldemort? Did you kill him?"
Dumbledore stared at him strangely. "And who, may I ask, is Voldemort?"
Harry then proceeded to tell him the whole story.
"...and then you sent me back here to the hospital wing to get some rest!" Harry finished breathlessly. Dumbledore then said the one thing Harry least expected him to say.
"Harry, you fell to the ground after making a brilliant catch. Of course you're a little confused. It was all just a dream. I assure that your parents and godfather are alive and well." Dumbledore stood up. "I'm afraid I must leave you now, Harry. I hope you get to feeling better." Dumbledore then turned on his heel and walked out of the hospital wing. Harry slumped back onto his pillows. Madame Promfrey decided to take action.
"I must ask you to leave now. My patient needs plenty of rest to make a full recovery. Out, out!" She shooed the visitors out of the room. Madame Promfrey then left to tend to some first years, who coincidentally, had eaten some nosebleed nougats and whose noses wouldn't stop bleeding. Harry grinned. Some things never change.
After a few minutes of being alone with his thoughts, which Harry found quite nerve-racking, the hospital wing doors opened once again.
Harry looked up to see none other than Hermione Granger. Vaguely wondering why Ron wasn't with her, Harry smiled a greeting.
Hermione walked briskly up to Harry and kissed him on the cheek. This action surprised Harry very much so, in his other life, he and Hermione had been nothing but friends, however, in this life, he wasn't sure about anything. Harry then realized that Hermione had been talking.
"...I can't believe you, honestly Harry, what were you thinking? I'm not saying it wasn't a spectacular save, of course, but it certainly wasn't worth you risking your neck just to-
"Ummm...Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously. He didn't really want to ask this, but he didn't really see any other way out of it. "Ummm...Hermione I'm a little confused right now, Madame Promfrey says I have a concussion. Will you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Of course not, Harry!" Hermione replied brightly.
"Are you my...Are we...Areyoumygirlfriend?" He asked quickly.
Hermione looked at him funny, as though trying to decide something. "Uhh...yeah, Harry. We've been going out since Valentine's Day. Don't you remember the day in Hogsmead? When we went to Madame Puddifoot's and you asked me?"
"Oh...well, no I don't remember that. You see Hermione, I think...I think maybe we shouldn't be together anymore. I-I like you more as a friend...than as a girlfriend I mean..." Harry trailed off unexpectedly.
Hermione looked more livid and angry than Harry had ever seen her. "Harry James Potter, how could you? You were the one who asked me out you bloody bastard, you-"
But whatever Harry was he never found out, because Hermione then turned and ran out of the hospital wing sobbing. Harry sighed. He really didn't mean to hurt Hermione's feelings. If he had to have a girlfriend why couldn't it be someone...someone like...well someone like Ginny Weasley?
Harry: Doesn't the review button look all nice and pretty? I think you should click on it, after all, I foresee that it will make the author update faster. ;)