Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the HP books, hence the idea of fanfiction. Sorry that it took me so long to get the next chapter. I was kind of at a writing block. But I couldn't sleep last night so I got up and started typing away. So here we go, don't forget to review!
Chapter 3: Remembering
Harry Potter sat in the kitchen of Christine Young. He sat sipping hot cider with a warm blanket wrapped around him. Christine was sitting across from him just staring into his eyes. She was trying to figure out this strange guy. He said nothing, did nothing, and just stared at the kitchen counter all evening. Christine's parents were asleep in their bed but she stayed up later.
"So who exactly are you?" She said after agonizing moments of him staring at the floor and her staring at him.
"Damien." He did not move his head. But stared at his empty cup. Meg was still not understanding what this boy found so interesting about his tea cup.
"So where are you from Damien?" She asked again.
"England."
"Do you ever say more than one word?"
"Nope." She put her mug down in frustration.
"I'm going to bed. I'll talk to you later, if you decide to talk." Christine stood up and walked away. "Boys." She mumbled as she walked up the stairs. She let out a heavy sigh as she headed into her room. Harry stood up and looked around. He looked at the pictures. He saw one of a girl, who looked familiar. She had frizzy brown hair and was smiling with Christine.
"Christine?" Damien shouted at her. Christine walked downstairs. She was now in her pj's and becoming frustrated. She looked at Damien with a curious look on her face. He was still looking at the pictures. She looked at him curious eyes.
"May I help you Damien?"
"Yeah, who is this in the picture?" He pointed to the one he had been staring at for a while. Christine looked at the picture and then took it off the mantel to look at it further. She smiled a bit.
"That's my cousin, Hermione. Hermione Granger." Damien examined the picture for a long time. Christine looked at him curiously but said nothing. A small smile came to her face. "She is beautiful isn't she?" Christine asked him. He simply nodded. He could not take his eyes off the picture. "Well I'm off to bed. I'll see you in the morning Damien." But Damien never took his eyes off the picture.
"There is something familiar about her…" He whispered to himself. He then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. There was a sharp pounding in his head as he struggled to remember who this girl was. He looked at his watch, knowing it was late in the night and that he should be getting some sleep. He turned from the picture but he could still her face clearly in his mind. He walked up the stairs and off to bed.
Ron sat on an empty park bench, alone. The sky was cold and gray. A dark storm cloud resided above him and he feared for rain. He was wearing one of his best suits and did not want to ruin it. He kept looking at his watch and then glancing down the street. Some one was supposed to meet him here and he nervously waited for their arrival. He started tapping his foot lightly on the pavement and he ran his hands through his ginger hair. He checked the time once more and took a glance down the street.
At first he thought the street was empty but he looked harder, straining his eyes. And suddenly he could see a girl walking up the street. His heart skipped a beat. He smiled hoping that this could be the one he waited for. Her brown hair flowed gently with the wind. A small curl fell in front of her face. He pale blue dress was not visible for her brown coat fell to her ankles. He took a deep breath as he stood up to meet her. She smiled immediately the moment she laid eyes on him. She started running towards him and he ran towards her.
When they met they embraced each other as if they had been separated for a long time. Ron smiled. The girl smiled. Then they shared a passionate kiss. The sun shone brightly through the clouds. It was as if their love could stop the stormy skies and bring sunlight to all. Ron then took the girl by the hand to lead her to his surprise that he had been planning.
"Come Hermione." He whispered into her ear. "I want to show you something." Ron couldn't help by smile when he saw Hermione's face light up. He walked over to the park bench and on the side there was a small shopping bag there. He smiled as he reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a small black box. Hermione was slightly confused and continued to stare at the box. Ron handed it to her and she opened it, wondering what could be inside.
"No don't open it just yet." He said to her. "I want to tell you something first. From the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew you were special. Although I couldn't see it at first I was drawn to you. But I had trouble express myself to you. It took me six years to tell you that I loved you. And when I heard you loved me in return why I never wanted to be away from you again."
"Ron…" Hermione started.
"Let me finish." Ron was now shaking with nervousness. "Hermione Granger I love you with all my heart. And I can't live my life without you." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. He got down on one knee and held Hermione's hand. Hermione started crying for she could only assume what was going to happen next. "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" Ron said very quickly and nervously. He opened the box to show a beautiful ring with a small diamond stone in the middle.
Hermione smiled but was crying at the same time. She could not speak. But she nodded her head and Ron looked as if he could jump for joy. He slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood up to face her. She embraced him and continued to kiss him with great passion. Today their fears of never finding their beloved headmaster and dear friend were far behind them. Today it seemed that nothing could go wrong.
Christine was standing up on the deck when she heard the phone ring. She did not bother to answer it however. She knew that her parents would get it. Not that anyone would be calling for her anyway. So she stood on the deck and watched the sun the day get brighter. All the while she was sipping her coffee. But someone came out onto the deck to disturb Christine's morning silence. A thin, jet black haired boy came walking out onto the deck.
"Sleep well Damien?" She asked him politely.
"Fine enough." He replied. Damien looked around to see if anyone else could hear him. "But I had another nightmare. "Christine then looked around as well. She took Damien by the hand as she led him down the stairs and onto the beach. He followed her for this was now routine for them. Damien, well Harry, often had reoccurring nightmares about his experiences in the Department of Mysteries and that night on the mountain top. He would confide in Christine for he felt that she some how understood him.
"Damien these dreams, they must be a clue to your past. Have you been to think of anything that might be able to help you figure out where you came from?" Harry shook his head. Christine sighed quietly. She had been hoping that he would have given her something.
"Well there was one thing. That girl in the picture." Damien said softly.
"Then we are going to England Damien." Christine smiled at him. "We need to find her."
"England?" Harry asked. Christine smiled. He hugged her and a wave of emotion fell over her. For a moment she felt like she wanted to kiss Harry but she restrained herself. But she smiled at Harry and headed back up to the house. He looked at her curiously but she just smiled mysteriously.
"Let's get packing. We have a past to uncover."
Three thousand miles of ocean away there was a world of people wondering where this black haired boy would be. Few still had hope that he was even alive. But then if he was dead, was it possible that he-who-must-not-be-named could return. There were rumors of another powerful wizard. Much more powerful and perhaps much darker than he-who-must-not-be-named.
The rumors flew. And no sign of the heroes Harry Potter or Albus Dumbledore. But of course there was a girl who held the secret of Harry Potter. There were also rumors about this girl. Hermione was most interested in them for the girl sounded very familiar. And it was a race against time. Their world needed to find Harry Potter, and perhaps that would scare away the rumors.
But what of Albus Dumbledore? Had he really died? No one was sure that they could believe any of the rumors that flew about. Each one was as unlikely as the next. The old beloved headmaster was soon becoming just a memory. Perhaps he is linked with the whispers of a powerful wizard in the north. Then what can be made of the whispers of the powerful wizard in the south? No one can really be sure. But what people can be sure of is that great things are about to happen. For he-who-must-not-be-named did great things, terrible, yes, but great.
