Hey, long time no update! But at least I remembered this time
Thanx to:
Moirariordan:
Take pity on Ron? Yeah you're right though. Romance would make things really complicated for Harry and all, (and yeah, chick with James...gross!)
Nightwing 509:
Thanks for your review. A Harry/Hermione thingy? Aww...but what about Ron?
White-angel-snowflake:
Emma Watson is hot? Her hair is messed up! Seriously, but her face is really pretty. )
Lunatic Pandora1:
Ummm....Spirits tell me a lot of things...and one thing spirits tell you, is to keep on reading and find out what I'm gonna do!
Sailor xseleanea:
Tom Felton's hairstyle is awful in the third movie, really! I mean, it makes him look really really evil. I still don't know whether or not Ron will get Hermione, but if he doesn't, I'll make sure he gets someone elsePROMISE!!
Tinks:
Your name is really cute! But don't you think Lily/Harry is gross? I mean come on! Mother and son...that's just wrong! Really really really wrong!
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(The plot thickens now....evil grin)
"Suppose you like this girl, but you don't know if she likes you back. You think she likes her other best friend but you don't know if that best friend likes her and you're afraid of losing her...what do you do?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Hypothetically, I think the guy should tell his best friend who the girl is even though his best friend may already know."
"You do?" was Ron's smart answer.
"I might," Harry said. "Tell."
"Al—alright. But you can't tell her."
"Okay..."
"Hermione. I love Hermione."
Harry registered one thing that Ron said.
"--You think she likes her other best friend but you don't know if that best friend likes her and you're afraid of losing her...what do you do?"
Ron like Hermione and Hermione liked...
Harry??!!!
"Did—did you just say what I thought you said? Cuz' I've been known to hallucinate once in a while—"Harry stuttered.
"Harry, I thought you said you knew who I liked. Who'd you think it was?" Ron said.
"No no no, I knew it was Hermione, but the other part you said kind me," Harry paused. "About the part quote: You think she like her other best friend but you don't know if that best friend like her and you're afraid of losing her."
"Well, I do think she likes you. Do you notice how she looks at you?!" Ron asked, narrowing his eyes. Harry backed away. "I mean, she never looks at me the same. She always sticks on your side—"
"Not true!" Harry protested.
"And she thinks of you as some kind of hero!"
"Like everyone else in the world!" Harry said, throwing up his arms. "Ron, Hermione doesn't like me. Really, I don't think she does! And even if she does, I don't like her like that, so you don't have to worry."
"But Harry, she's pretty, she's smart, she's funny...she's perfect!" Ron argued.
"Ron, that is the grossest thing you have ever said," Harry stared at him. "Man, you've got it bad."
"I know, and the worst thing is that she turns—"
"LALALALALALA!!" Harry yelled, covering his ears.
"me on without even trying, the way she tosses back her hair..."
"GROSS!!!" Harry shut the lights and put a pillow over his head. Ron continued nonchalantly.
"and the way she looks when she's studying, with that frown on her face (like she needs to study anyways...) but geez! She's so dreamy."
"RON, SHUT UP!!!" Harry pulled out his wand. "Silenco! Sorry, Ron, but this is for your own good, and for the good of me too. Good night."
And the dorm stayed silent the entire night, until...
"LOVE?!!" Harry jumped out of bed and dragged Ron upright. "Love?! You love Hermione? Well?"
Ron shrugged.
"Well?"
Ron glared at Harry angrily and pointed at his mouth.
"Oh...Reverso," Harry said. He ruffled his hair and looked intently at Ron. "Well?"
"I don't know. It just came out," Ron defended himself.
"No it didn't Ron. You said perfectly clearly that you love Hermione, no like, but love," Harry pointed out.
"I dunno if I really do or not, it just sounds right," Ron said.
"You have a demented brain if you think that sounds right," Harry commented wryly.
"Harry, I'm tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"
"No! This isn't really what I expected. I know you liked Hermione, I just didn't know how much you liked Hermione. Care to enlighten me?" Harry sat on his bed and faced Ron.
"I told you! I don't know! It's just, when I'm around her, I feel better, when I hear her laugh, that makes me feel like laughing too. When I hear her cry, I feel like sitting down and comforting her, but I can't because she DOESN'T KNOW!" Ron stood up pacing the room.
"Harry, you have no idea how this feels! This thing is driving me nuts!"
Harry stared at Ron for a long time. Then he sighed. "You've got it bad! Really really really bad. I think the best thing to do is to tell her how you feel, just without that romanty stuff, cuz' she might be even more freaked out than me."
Ron collapsed on his bed. "That's the problem." Ron's voice came out muffled against his bed sheets. "I can't."
Harry frowned. "And why not? Ron, she deserves to know..."
"MAN, THAT WAS AWESOME!!" Sirius Black poked his head through the door. "Dude, check it out. We have new dormies."
Harry gave Ron an apologetic look.
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Harry awoke with a headache that morning. His dad and Sirius wouldn't shut the hell up! He almost felt sorry for them, when he remembered, oh yeah, I'm their next generation. That didn't make the morning any cheery-er. He got up and padded to the windowsill, which was his favorite spot to be. Outside, you could see fog parting their way through the vast lawns and forests, and Hagrid's hut, which was merely a speck.
But the thing Harry loved most was the feeling he got when he looked at the peace. Nothing seemed to linger in his mind when he was here, everything was blank.
Harry jumped as a hand touched his shoulder. It was Remus Lupin. Harry grinned awkwardly and scooted over.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Lupin was the one to talk first.
Harry nodded, turning his gaze back out to the scenery. Remus suddenly put a finger on Harry's head, tracing Harry's scar. "It's a curse scar. I've only read about those."
Harry shrugged nervously, refusing to meet Lupin's eyes.
"You look so much like James. It's almost...like your blood related," Remus looked intently, waiting for a response.
Harry shivered under his intent gaze. "Um...I don't think we're related. I'm a Porter, not a Potter."
"Yeah, I know. Even your last names are alike. I know you are hiding something Porter. Dumbledore doesn't just take on foreign exchange students—"
"Well, we had trouble getting in. But it was only because Voldemort's rising and all that crap..."
"Voldemort. Hmm...not many people use that name. Of course me, James, and Sirius do. Peter's kinda afraid, but that's just him." Remus grinned wryly. Harry threw a look at the bundled up figure closest to James on the right hand side. Peter Pettigrew...
Ron grumbled in a sleepy way and rubbed his eyes. "Is it morning already?" he asked Harry and Remus. "What time is it?"
They shrugged. Then the door burst open. Hermione, fully dressed came swishing in. "Harry, this packa—oh...aren't you guys awake yet? Breakfast started two minutes ago."
"WHAT????" Sirius leapt out of bed and scrambled for his clothes. "No fuckin' way!'
Hermione frowned at his choice of words. "If you don't believe me, look at the time. 7:32."
James grabbed his watch. "Aww...damn, she's right. Come on! Peter, wake up! Dude!!"
He shook Peter, but he wouldn't get up. James pulled the cover off. "Pet—Peter?"
There was no one sleeping in his bed.
Sirius shook his head mournfully. "That rat! Going to breakfast without waking us...and I thought we raised him better than this!"
Remus arched a brow. "You raised him?"
James, putting on his tie, shook his head severely. "Of course he didn't, I did."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Come on Harry, Ron, let's go to the Great Hall. The delivery owls will be here. And oh! This is what I came for. Here." Hermione thrust a package at Harry.
He stared at it.
Mr. Harry Potter
Hogwarts"Harry Potter..." he mumbled softly. He looked up and Ron and Hermione who were standing beside him. "Let's open it outside."
Hermione and Ron nodded.
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I know, I know, short chappie!! Sorry! It's more time taking than I thought and would be worse if I hadn't taken keyboarding...)
So what do you suppose the package is?? Not telling until next few chapter...
Okay. So, who should I make find out Harry is from the future first?
Reviewers, you guys really really really help me think of ideas, so keep reviewing!!