A FRIEND TO TALK TO
CHPT 11: UNEXPECTED MEETING
DISCLAIMER: I dont own the Harry Potter series.
It was November, and it was freezing cold.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to class, studied, and hung out.
Two of the three were miserable, while the third was miserably oblivious.
(a/n: guess who's who! wait... k ron's the clueless one.)
Harry had detention for another one and a half weeks from 8pm-12am, right after dinner.
On his second day of detention, he had to clean the toilets of the first floor since Draco ratted on him for not doing anything, and Draco cleaned all his cauldrons with a broken arm. He even had the dirty rags to prove it! And the rest of the times, Draco would sing annoying songs and Harry would ignore him.
Anyway.
Brian, the eleven-year-old third year strutted around school and called himself "PIMP MASTA".
No one really understood what it meant, but they didn't care. It sounded cool.
(a/n: somebody got confident over their b-day)
Harry was still the same miserable angst hero who hated his life. He knew what he needed.
A friend to talk to, someone he could totally confide in.
He would try to talk with Hermione, but she was always doing something.
Ron was... Ron.
He didn't want to talk to Dumbledore. Or McGonagall. Or any other professor. Hagrid was busy trying to keep his class together.
Ginny had too many guys to deal with.
Luna... well, what happened to Luna? And Neville?
Sirus was dead.
Lupin wasn't around.
Everyone was occupied. So Harry was left alone with his thoughts.
Hermione was in the owlry, sending a letter to a very dear friend of hers when she noticed something odd.
There was a falcon perched magestically on the edge of the opening.
She shrugged it off and attatched her letter to an owl. After sending it away, she observed the falcon and its letter while keeping her distance.
She looked at the letter.
It was for Harry! It said " 2-Harry" in messy handwritting.
Hermione decided to get it for him, since he was a little occupied lately.
She stepped up to the falcon. It glared at her.
"Er- I can take that letter."
The falcon was still.
Her palms were beginning to sweat. She didn't want it to attack her or anything.
The falcon blinked. Hermione whimpered.
Then, out of the blue, it allowed her to take the letter. Hermione sighed and detached the letter from the falcon, and left the owlry in a hurry.
Once she was out, she looked at the letter.
The handwritting was feminine.
After contemplating whever or not she should open the letter, she decided to do it. She could seal up the letter and give it back to Harry later.
So, when she was sure that there was absoluty no one around, she opened the letter and read it. She gasped. It was from Claire.
Harry-
Okay, i feel bad now. i'm sorry about hogsmeade. yes, i never got a letter so i didnt respond.
sorry for not responding.
Hermione chuckled.
But u didn't have to say that whole thing about american girls. that pissed me off. well, ur just another prissy britsh boy who walks around like u have a stick up ur ass.
there, i said it. we're even.
Hermione laughed. This girl was mean.
yea i can be pretty mean, i know. but i love my country and guess what, im moving back. so...
Her heart leapt. She didn't even bother to read the rest. She would seal up the letter and return it to Harry.
But wait, why give the letter to him at all? if she didn't give him the letter, Harry would never know that Claire moved, and he would think that Claire never wanted to see Harry again! It was a brilliant plan!
Hermione pressed her finger on her lips. She smirked.
She took out her wand and burned the letter.
To bad she did, because it had some information poor Harry needed to know.
Hermione smiled as she stuck her wand inside her pocket.
She gasped, realizing what she just did.
"Oh my goodness! What have i done!" She exclaimed.
The halls were empty from what she could see and a thin layer of ash was on the floor.
The letter couldn't be restored now. What came over her? She blinked.
Why did she do that? It was so unlike her!
Hermione shrugged it off. Surely if the letter was that important, another one would be sent.
Yes, that was it.
Hermione turned to walk to the library before she noticed a stunned Harry standing behind her.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was lying on his bed on a cloudy November morning.
He contemplated the past events of his life.
His parents were killed.
He was neglected as a child.
The most powerful wizard in the world was tried to kill him several times, and was probably thinking of a way to kill him today.
Harry stood up and walked over to the only mirror in the room. He thought about his life some more.
But then he meet his awesome godfather who made his life alot more bearable.
But then he was killed.
He was doubted and mocked.
'What a delightful life!' Harry thought sarcastically.
"Think of the better things in life." His reflection said. Harry jumped. Was that normal?
"Whoa!" Harry stared at the mirror. His reflection was normal again.
Harry cautiously walked away from the mirror, looking over his shoulder to see if his reflection was still coping him. It was.
'The better things in life? There isnt anything good about my life! Is there a point...?' Harry thought miserably.
'Yes, there is a point. You are to defeat or be defeated by the most evil wizard or all time. You save the world or leave it doomed. Its all up to you.' A voice in his head told him.
Wow. What responsibility. If he fails then his life would have no meaning.
Harry laid back down on his bed. Ron was at quidditch practice, coaching his team. While Harry, Gryffindor quidditch captain extrodinaire, was laying on his bed, alone in his room, contemplating the meaning of life.
Wow.
Harry was quite bored. He would do his homework, but he hadn't any. He already finished it, plus any work that was assigned.
Perhaps he could read to enterain himself.
Harry got off his bed and kneeled down by his trunk. He opened it up and looked threw his stuff.
There was his cloths, extra ink and quils, his invisibility cloak, his school books...
Harry eyed his invisibility cloak.
He glanced at his books.
He ruffled his hair and thought up of a way to entertain himself.
A secret trip to Hogsmeade wouldn't hurt anyone!
Probably.
Ron was up in the air, on his broom, watching over his new team.
It wasn't really his team, it was Harry's. But Harry was on probabtion for another week and a half so technically it was Ron's team.
Ginny was coaching the team against Ron's wishes. She began to get impatient with Ron's lack of strategy.
Ginny flew up to on. "RONALD!" She said, annoyed.
"What Gin." Ron said in a mototone voice.
"You have no idea what your doing! You shouldn't have been put in charge..."
Ron growled. "I know exactly what i'm doing!"
Ginny snorted. "You've been in charge for the past two weeks and all you've been doing is drills. Nothing on strategies or anything, and im getting bored of just flying around! Honestly Ron, i thought from playing chess all these years you would at least be able to come up with some tactics in your plan."
Ron eyed his little yet mature sister. He sighed.
"Drop and give me fifty, Ginny!"
Harry was out in the halls, completly invisible. He was making his way to the witch statue out of Hogwarts until he realized something. He could go to the owlry to check up on Hedwig.
So he did.
On his way their, he noticed Hermione standing alone in the hallway.
An evil thought popped into his mind. He would scare her!
Harry softly tip-toed over to where Hermione was standing and noticed she was looking at something.
Harry took a closer look at it.
2-Harry
Did Hermione write the letter? No, the writting was way to messy to be Hermione's.
The letter was sealed, but Hermione ripped it open. Being the curious guy that he was, Harry leaned over and read the letter.
It was from Claire.
He saw a few words that stood out.
...i'm sorry...
...i'm moving back. so...
Harry heard Hermione laughing.
...meet me at...
...or you can talk to...
...in danger, but...
The paper shifted and Harry could no longer see what it said. Hermione pressed her finger to her lip and smiled evily.
But whatever came before or after those word, Harry didn't know. Hermione swiftly took out her wand and burned the letter.
Harry was so shocked. He didn't even realize that his invisibility cloak had slipped off.
"Oh my goodness! What have i done!" She exclaimed.
Harry stared a Hermione in disbelief. She just destroyed her letter!
She started walking away, but then stopped and turned around.
"Harry!" She shreiked. "You scared me!"
Harry's emotionless gaze was fixed on Hermione.
"Hermione. Why did you burn my letter?"
Draco- three months back
"Malfoy." An chilling voice spoke.
"Yes, master?" A blond haired teenager answered.
"Have you gotten any letters yet?" It drawled.
Malfoy shook his head. "No Master."
"And why not?" The creepy voice rose threateningly.
"I have not come across any." Malfoy stated.
The cold voice growled.
"Then i will think of another plan. Last time, mind games worked fairly nice. Black was killed, that broke Potter. Now..."
The cold voice was coming from a pasty white, evil looking person. He looked at Malfoy.
"I will get into his mind again." He drawled. "But this time... he will never know."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "How do you plan to do that...master?"
"Oh, there are ways, my dear boy." He closed his eyes. "Ah... yes. His mind is weak."
The creepy man was siting in total silence, breaking into Potter's mind. Meanwhile Malfoy was waiting awkwardly.
After several moments, the creepy man opened his eyes. "The Princess." He grinned.
Malfoy blinked. "What?"
Creepy man shot a look at Malfoy. "-Of the Republic. She will be perfect."
Malfoy gave a confused look. "I dont understand."
Creepy guy laughed harshly. "Oh, but you will. Just wait. The beginning of the new year... it will begin."
An: Edited version of Chapter Eleven. Tell me if i missed something, yes?