Disclaimer: I Saranthe, of not so sound mind nor body do not own any Harry Potter characters. That honor goes to J.K. Now on with the story!
Chapter 2 All Good Things Must Come to an End
The next morning all bad feelings were dismissed as excitement over the first and maybe last Hogsmeade visit of the school year. The seventh years in particular were a very racous bunch. After eating a quick breakfast Harry, Ron, and Hermione were a part of the first group allowed out. All three were experiecing the happy feeling of freedom after being stuck inside the school for months on end and they were happily taking full advantage of it.
"Where should we go first?" Ron asked, smiling deviously, while Hermione looked on suspicouly. " You know..since we likely will never get a chance to get out again,
why don't we visit the Hogshead for some... drinks." Hermione scowled.
"I don't care if it's the end of the world Ronald Weasely! i am not going in there..."That's all right 'Mione, me and Harry..."and you had better not, or i'll have to inform your mother.. in your best interests of course...""Mione"
Don't 'Mione'me! You don't know what kind of people frequent that establisment,it could be dangerous! God only knows the Deatheaters would take advantage of something like that. Harry's not supposed to go anywhere he could be a target, why not go to Flourish and Blotts, at least they're respectable.." Harry absently tuned their voices out as they walked through Hogsmeade arguing on where to go. He pulled his cloak tighter about him,never mind all the layers he had on besides. It was always cold around this time of year, but as long as he had been at Hogwarts it had never been this cold.
As his two best friends bickered Harry wondered yet again if this had been such a great idea. Sure they had been stuck inside, and people got wound up a lot faster due to the rising tension and an increasing certaincy of spies. No one knew who they could trust and for this reason a lot more fights broke out then even Madame Pomphrey could deal with. Hopefully this would help ease the tensions, at least for a little while longer. But the fact that they were in a war made it dangerous for even this half day excursion.
At the mention of being a target, Harry sighed. He would always be a target no matter where he went and he knew that sooner rather than later that would cause someone to be hurt, and the thought of his friends getting hurt because of him sent an spear of pain to his heart. He didn't know what he would do if Ron or Hermione died. 'Maybe I should distance myself,they don't deserve to be hurt for no reason other than being my friend'.Harry shivered, and started when he noticed that both his friends were now silent and staring at him. "What?" he asked defensively, a wave of hurt flooded their faces and he quickly added, "I'm sorry, I just drifted off there for a bit." They were still staring at him a bit suspicoulsy, but they accepted it for truth.
"Are you all right Harry, we called you at least four times." Harry sighed, how could he tell them that he was lost in thought wondering about death and war when he should be having fun and arguing with his friends?
"Yeah," Harry mumbled," I'm just a bit tired. I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't have come.." He was cut off abrubtly by Ron.
"Of course you should have! You're the one who set all this up for us! Of course you should be here, besides what would me and Mione do with out you?" They laughed, Harry's was just sounded a bit forced and hermione noticed that it didn't reach his eyes.
She sighed and as the laughter faded she broke the awkward silence.
"Why don't we go to the Three Broomsticks for some warm Butterbeer, I'm getting cold. We can decide what to do after that." The other two agreed and they made their way to the warm and welcoming tavern, where they were greeted cordially by Madam Rosmerta and ushered to a table near the back of the pub.After settling down and getting their drinks they unconsiously decided about talking about nothing important, just school,this teacher, that kid, and if anyone had eavesdropped on their conversation they would have just sounded like anyother students complaining about the unfairness of life in general.If Harry had been lucky the moment never would have been interrupted by the harsh realities of war, if Harry was lucky the Aurors that were supposed to be stationed there wouldn't have been called off for a small attack in Southern Wales where they found nothing and got trapped in a barrierwith no chance of escape until it was far too late.And if Harry was even a bit luckier he might not have ran into Voldemort during the battle, not got trapped inside a barrier with him, and maybe he would still be alive today.
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i shall never write a fic that doesn't have Harry in it.
WINKWINKHINTHINT Anyway please review and i hope to have the next chapter up within a week.
Ja ne, Saranthe