Wishing on the same star-By Myra
It's so hard to leave you, Baby I don't really want to go
I don't want to say goodbye to you, it's the last I wanna do
I will miss you now, 'cause until you're in my arms again
You'll be inside of my heart where ever I go—we'll never really be apart
We'll be wishing on the same star, looking at the same moon
When you're thinking of me baby, I'll be thinking of you
And no matter where I go, I'll be there with you
Wishing on the same star, looking at the same moon
Secrets
Chapter Four:
Wishing On the Same Star
He busted into the Hospital Wing, running wildly to Madam Promfrey's office.
"Madam Promfrey!" He panted, screeching to a halt inside the door.
"Mr. Longbottom?" The nurse asked, turning around and scowling. "Do not yell in the Hospital Wing! Now…what can I do for you?"
"It's Harry! He's gone missing!"
"Impossible…he was sleeping soundly in his bed four hours ago…hasn't made a peep since!"
"Look for yourself!"
They walked together, side by side, over to where the patients were kept, and towards Harry's bed. Madam Promfrey reached out an old, wrinkled hand, and pulled back the curtain. A moment later, she jumped back with surprise.
"Mr. Creevey!"
In Harry's bed lie the unconscious form of Colin Creevey, hair a cross between blonde and black, a trace of a thunder-bolt scar fading from his forehead.
"It must have been Pollyjuice Potion, Madam Promfrey!" Never exclaimed. "It started wearing off when I pulled back the curtain to give Harry his class work."
"Where can that damn boy possibly be?" Madam Promfrey wondered aloud, collapsing into a chair.
"I believe I know precisely where he is," a raspy voice said softly from the doorway.
Neville spun around to find the form of Albus Dumbledore moving swiftly toward the bed.
"It's alright, Madam Promfrey, you may go tend to the other patients. Give Mr. Creevey a hefty dose of chocolate frogs when he wakes up and he shall be fine—I must talk to Mr. Longbottom immediately."
With that, Dumbledore took Neville firmly by the arm and led him out into the corridor and towards the gargoyle that blocked his office.
"Lemon sherbet," Dumbledore said curtly, and the gargoyle jumped aside.
Moments later, Neville found himself in a chair within Dumbledore's office, staring across an oak desk at the headmaster.
"Neville—you have been in the Department of Mysteries with Harry in fifth year, have you not?"
"Yes, sir, I have."
Dumbledore reached under his desk and pushed a case of candies toward Neville.
"Lemon drop?"
Neville shook his head, and Dumbledore popped one into his mouth, and sucked on it for a few moments before beginning.
"Neville…you know why, naturally, why you went to the Department of Mysteries that night with the rest of the group, I presume?"
"Faintly, sir…something about a gold orb and a prophecy…about Harry and you-know-who…that they must battle and only one would survive."
"Precisely. Voldemort and Harry are to duel and only one can leave the fight alive."
Neville cringed at the name.
"I have been watching Harry very carefully for quite sometime now, Neville. He is distressed, and has been since the absence of Ms. Granger. He seems to want to battle Voldemort. I have no doubt that he has had one of his dreams again, and has left to do battle."
"But he can die without backup, sir!"
"And he knows it. He knows that the final battle of the first war is between him and Voldemort. Of course, I will alert the Order of the Phoenix immediately, but there is someone else who is to know."
"Who, sir?"
"Ms. Granger. Neville, do not interrupt until I am finished. Run to the Owlery and find a school barn owl. Address the letter to a 'Ashley Lohan.' Write a note to Hermione and send it. Believe me, it will reach her safely."
"But sir…"
"Trust me, Mr. Longbottom. She will know."
Hermione collapsed on the couch as soon as she came home from work, unbuttoned the top of her shirt, and took off the Illusion Charm. She watched as her stomach slowly enlarged. She sighed and let her head fall back, her hair escaping the ponytail it had been previously confined to.
As she closed her eyes, she heard a tap on the window. Jolting forward, she spun around, knowing the one thing that sound could be—something she hadn't seen in almost three months.
It was an owl.
She jumped up and immediately crossed over the cramped apartment and opened up the window. The owl flew in, dropped the sealed letter onto her coffee table, and immediately flew out.
Stunned, Hermione came slowly back to her couch and sat down slowly. It was titled Ashley Lohan—the alias she was under. Only two people knew—Harry and Dumbledore. She reached out to grab the letter, and broke the red seal—the Hogwarts seal.
She took out the letter and read it over, read it again, and then let it fall to the floor as her hands flew to her face and sobs rose in her throat.
Hermione—
I'm so sorry that I have to tell you this. I hope that you won't blame me for the bad news. Harry's missing. He was knocked out by an unforgivable curse about a week ago, and when I came to the Hospital Wing today he was missing. Colin Creevey was there, under the influence of the Pollyjuice Potion.
Dumbledore knows—he reckons that Harry went to fight you-know-who already. That's it…the prophecy is on its way to completion. Hopefully Harry will be the victorious one.
Miss you
Neville
She couldn't believe it. He couldn't go now. According to Neville, he had been cursed by an unforgivable. It wasn't a light matter.
She sobbed into her hands, and knew that there was no one around to comfort her—the only one who could was out dueling with Voldemort. She stopped crying and wiped away her tears, then stood and walked to the window. Night was falling, and the moon was coming out. She gazed out to the beautiful white orb in the sky, and spotted a nearby star. She closed her eyes to make a wish, and then chided herself.
You know it's ridiculous…it'll never come true.
She looked back up at the moon.
But I know it…he's somewhere out there…thinking of me. He has to be. He's thinking of me and wishing on the same star.
If not, at least we're looking at the same moon.