Well, here I am again, busting out another chapter of a depressing fiction that will become lighter and cheerier sometime. I hope you like this chapter Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, I only own Rhymes. I don't own the songs either, they are the products of Evanescence..
My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fear
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers hereAnd it won't leave me alone
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
-"My Immortal" Evanescence
Hermione was so confused when she woke. Ron and she had talked well into the night and they had departed with a small kiss, just to see what it would be like. Hermione felt like she was sick, but in a good way. She had never felt this way. She couldn't figure out what was wrong.
She went down to breakfast and saw Harry and Ron sitting at the table.
"Harry!" she cried, running at him and hugging him. Harry hastily pulled his sleeves down. "How've you been?"
"I've been fine," he lied, not looking at Ron and Hermione. Hermione looked at Ron who immediately looked away. Her face distorted into confusion and she wondered why her stomach was flipping over.
Ron shook his head and wished that he wasn't thinking about Hermione so much. All through breakfast he kept glancing over at her. He seemed to look at her every time she looked at him and they would both look away and blush. Why was he acting like a kid? Ron was 16, why was he feeling so young and confused?
When Harry and Ron sat up in their room after they began discussing their summers.
"So did you and Hermione have a nice time here?" Harry asked lying on his bed. Ron stammered a very strange answer.
"Well, um you know, uh…we've been good, I guess."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You two haven't started dating yet?"
"WHAT! No, um, no of course not, we don't like each other that much."
Harry shrugged as the door opened and Hermione and another girl walked in. The girl with Hermione had red hair and brown eyes, sad brown eyes that he recognized immediately. They were Sirius's eyes.
"Harry, this is Rhymes!" Hermione said, trying to brighten the grim room.
"Are you related to Sirius?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione looked at each other for the first time that day.
"I'm his daughter," she replied. "Who're you?"
"I'm Harry Potter, his godson."
Frozen in time without your touch without your love
Darling only you are the life among the dead
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here there must be something more
Bring me to life
-"Bring Me to Life" Evanescence feat. Paul McCoy of the 12 Stones
Ron and Hermione say a connection between Harry and Rhymes so they decided to leave them alone for a while. What a mistake. They had no one else in the house to talk to besides each other and right now they didn't know what to say.
Harry and Rhymes on the other hand had plenty to discuss.
"Why haven't I met you before?" Harry asked. Rhymes sat down on his bed and he sat next to her. She looked down and sighed deeply.
"I've been living in America since I was a baby, my mother thought we'd be safer over there. You know, because the ministry was so against us and all. Then I heard about dad getting out and on the run. Then Dumbledore sent word that I could meet him, but when I got here I found out that he was…" she couldn't finish without losing herself.
"I'd known him for 2 years," Harry said. Rhymes nodded and looked away.
"Do you think you could tell me about him?" she asked. Harry nodded. He began to tell her about what kind of man her father had been. By the time he had finished she was crying quietly next to him, and he had his arm around her, also crying.
"Harry, you understand, and that's nice," Rhymes whispered. Harry nodded, not able to talk. He scratched his arm and Rhymes pushed up his sleeve. "Don't do that Harry, it won't make you better, it only makes you worse. I know, I've done it. I stopped just before I came here." Harry nodded, not really heeding her words, just acting like he was. Rhymes felt like this boy understood her inside out and she was waking up after years of being shut out and in the cold. Never before had she talked about her father with someone who loved him like Harry, not even her mother.
"Rhymes, I want to kill him," Harry said suddenly.
"Me too, I want Voldemort dead," she replied. Then they looked at each other.
"Maybe, maybe we could kill him," Harry muttered. They nodded and smiled. It was a stupid idea, thinking they could defeat Voldemort on their own, but they were blinded by their vengeance and hatred and they didn't care.
When they went down to dinner that night, they were smiling and happy on the outside, even though they were both empty and unfeeling inside.
"Ron, we need to talk," Hermione said after they had finished their dessert. Ron nodded, not really wanting to talk but knowing he had too. They walked up the stairs and into the drawing room. "Look Ron, I don't know why but, I think, I think I'm…"
"Falling in love?" Ron whispered, finishing what she started.
"Yes."
"I am too, I'm falling in love with you."
"What about Harry? He's so down right now, what if he doesn't understand, what if he thinks that we're trying to forget him?" Hermione said.
"We'll have to not be together then, not until he's at least began to heal," Ron said, nodding in agreement to Hermione's point. They kissed softly one more time, hoping that the feeling would last.
Well, there's another chapter, and I think it's getting better. At least this one has some feeling in it. Anyway, I hope you liked it, please review and no flames, as I explained in the last chapter.
Rhymes
