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Ok, so yeah I noe, that last chap kinda was icky, but I'm hoping this one'll top it. Thx for the reviews so far, and please keep reviewing.
Chapter6-
Ron, Harry and Hermione hurried down to the great hall for breakfast. As soon as they sat down, Ron immediately started shoving food into his mouth.
"I swear Ron, your eating habits are ghastly,.." Hermione said with a look of disgust.
" Honestly Ron, it's a bloody masacre of bacon, eggs, and ham on your plate.." Harry grinned.
"Oi! Scweerooo yoo, I um 'errlly oongry in duh 'ornin.."
Ron retorted, bits of bacon shooting out the sides of his mouth. Hermione looked away, not wanting to throw up.
"I'm going to class, I'll see you and that thing,(she pointed to Ron) later,"
"would you like me to come along?" Harry asked
"No, you should finish your meal, and plus, I'm a big girl, I'm sure I can defend myself." Hermione said with a smug grin.
She got up from the table, and headed for her first class of the day, Potions. 'Great, just what I need. Another day having to put up with that greasy-haired git of a teacher…On the other hand, at least I'll be with Harry.'
Harry finally managed to drag Ron out of the great hall, and into potions class. Hermione waved and he took his seat next to her, Ron on the other side of her.
"Today, we shall learn how to make the Nightmare Draught. Can any of you tell me what it is, or do I have to listen to the tiresome know-it-all explain for all you other imbeciles?" Professor Snape sneered.
Harry hated the way he degraded Hermione for being smart and knowing the material ahead of everyone else. He was about to open his mouth to retort back to his Professor when Hermione gave him her ever popular "don't-you-dare"death glares. He immediately snapped his mouth shut.
"Alright then,…obviously no one will pass this years exams…Granger!" Snape snapped.
"The nightmare draught is a potion that prevents the nightmares," Hermione explained,"Instead, it can turn the dream into something happy,"
"Good, now, turn to page 429 in your textbooks."
"AHHHHHhh!!!!" Harry lay on the floor panting, clutching his scar, now bleeding.
Images flashed through Harry's head. His mother screaming. Hemione turning away from him and running into another person's arms. Ron motionless on the ground. Voldemort pointing his wand at him, laughing. Sirius falling into the veil. Himself jumping from the astronomy tower. Dumbledore telling him his time had come to fight. Himself pointing his wand at Hermione, her face full of fear.
"NO!!" Harry screamed and bolted upright, gasping for air. He was sweating, and dizzy. He looked around him and found he was in the hospital wing. Snape was looming over him with a look of mild interest.
"W..what happened sir?" Harry asked shakily.
"I have no clue Potter, but you were on the floor clutching your scar, and screaming bloody murder…" Harry looked away. "What did you see?" Snape pressed on.
"Flashes… Images of my friends getting hurt, the night my parents died, Dumbledore telling me that my time had come, Snuffles falling throught the veil…" Harry was getting teary eyed.
"and me jumping off the astronomy tower.."he added.
Snape looked at him, his expression unchanged. " I have no idea what that is Potter, but I'm going to notify the Headmaster."
With that, he started towards the door.
Harry was released two days later. Hermione and Ron visited him as often as they could, and he was happy to be able to sleep in his own bed again.
However, ever since his vision of Hermione turning away from him and his wand pointed in her direction, he felt uneasy around her. He didn't want to hurt her, yet that vision seemed so real of him wanting to harm her in some way. He could see that she was worried about him, and that she was bothered by him being so distant with her, but he couldn't stay around her anymore, knowing that he might turn against her.
The visions he had kept coming. They haunted him, yet strangely, he felt his scar prickle just a little. During the past weeks since he was released from the hospital wing, he knew he had become distant, but he couldn't help but feel awkward around Hermione. With every vision, it had become more apparent that his time to face Voldemort would be soon.
Hermione sat alone with Crookshanks in her lap in the Griffindor common room, in her favorite chair by the fire.She gazed into the flickering flames, deep in thought. Harry had suddenly become so detatched. It scared, and worried her. She had visited him as often as she possibly could when he was in the hospital wing, but everytime she kissed him goodbye, it was as if she may as well have been kissing a wall. He never responded, and it upset her more than she let on. She had spent the past few nights sobbing herself to sleep; torturing herself with questions as to why he was slipping away from her.
"Hermione?" Harry croaked.
She looked up at Harry, then turned her gaze back to the fire, meerly awknoledging his presence.
(Authors note: Hey ppl, this song in italics is from linkin park, called "From the Inside", not mine, but I love this song and thought it would dress this story up nicely. Think of it as backround music you hear in the movies. By the way, I put this song in here to kinda portray Hermione's feelings towards Harry at the moment, so leme noe in a review if u liked it, or if it was kinda icky. )
"What?" she said indifferently.
"I,..um..Are you alright?"
I don't know who to trust,
No surprise,
Hermione now extreamly thin line of tolerance snapped. She got up from her chair and slapped Harry hard across his face leaving a red tatoo of her hand on him.
Happy thoughts sift through dust, and the lies..
"OF COURSE I'M NOT ALRIGHT! AND THE QUESTION IS HARRY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU CANT EVEN LOOK AT ME STRAIGHT!!"
Tears started to well up at the corners of her eyes. Harry stared at her; his eyes wide in shock. Either that was her monthly thing acting up or she had just slapped him. Yes' he told himself, 'she just slapped you'.
Trying not to break but I'm so tired of this deceit,
Everytime I try to make myself get back upon my feet..
" It seems like your avoiding me Harry,…can you even fathom in your selfish little brain, how hurtful that is?!"
All I ever think about this,
All the tiring time between
And how trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me…
Harry couldn't believe his ears. He towered over Hermione, glowering. She had gone too far this time.
" I can't believe you!" He bellowed back.
" Don't you know that in that vision I had, I thought I had hurt you in some way! I see that same vision every night, praying to god that it isnt true! That only reminds me that the prophecy is about to come true very soon..I thought that you of all people would understand.." He continued, his eyes ablaze with anger.
Ron heard shouting coming from the two shadows in the dark common room. He crept in silently, not wanting to be caught in the middle of the crossfire. He peered in closer to the two figures infront of the fire and saw that they were Harry and Hermione. Ron felt extreamly uncomfortable. Even from across the room, he could feel the heat of their argument. If it were possible, it would crawl under table and stay there with his hands over his head.
"Ronald…"
The voice. It had risen again.
"GO AWAY!" Ron screamed into his head.
" I've got you under MY control now…take this chance to get what was always yours…"
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Ron collapsed.
" DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE BEEN THERE FOR YOU? TELLING YOU THAT YOU'D MAKE IT OUT ALRIGHT? TELLING YOU NOT TO GIVE UP?" She yelled back at Harry, tears freely streaming down her face.
Take everything, from the inside,
And throw it all away,
'cause I swear,
For the last time I wont trust myself with you…
" You have no idea what I'm going through Hermione!! YOU HAVE NO CLUE HOW IT FEELS TO BE ME; TO HAVE THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD ON ME; TO HAVE EVERYONE EXPECT SOMETHING OUT OF ME!!!" He shouted.
Tension is building inside,
Steadily,
Happy thoughts forcing their way,
Out of me
Hermione angrily wiped the tears off her face. How could he shout at her after the billions of times she had been next to him, comforting him; trying to understand what he was going through.
Trying not to break,
But I'm so tired of this deceit,
Every time I try to make myself get back upon my feet,
"I'VE TRIED HARRY!! I'VE BLOODY WELL TRIED TO UNDERSTAND!! YOUR ALWAYS BATHING IN YOUR OWN SELF PITY! I'VE COMFORTED YOU AND BEEN ON YOUR SIDE ALL THESE YEARS AND YOUR STILL IN YOUR LITTLE WORLD OF "POOR ME"!! WELL "BOO-FUCKING-HOO!! DID YOU EVER THINK THAT OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES ARE BLOODY MISRABLE AS WELL??MY PARENTS DIED HARRY! THEY DIED AT THE HANDS OF DEATH EATERS TODAY! YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOUR PARENTS DID YOU?! I DID! THEY WERE THERE FOR ME EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF MY LIFE!!"
All I ever think about is this,
All the tiring time between and how,
Trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me…
Hermione's tears cascaded down her face as she quickly stormed away from Harry.
"I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE HARRY! I CANT TAKE ANYMORE OF YOUR CONSTANT, STUPID, SELF-PITY!!! ITS OVER BETWEEN US!" Hermione sobbed.
She turned away from him and tore up to her dorm room, shaking in tears.
Take everything,
From the Inside
And throw it all away,
'cause I swear for the last time,
I wont trust myself with you.
Harry touched his cheek where Hermione had hit him. He winced; she could certainly hit hard when she was angry. He stood there still quite shocked at what had just happened. Hermione had ended their relationship altogether. He fell onto the chair beside the fire; reflecting his anger inside. He hated being him. He hated he had lost everything dear to him, and now to add to that list, Hermione. One of the last things he had left to fight for; to die for, and to live for.
He sat in his chair thinking about what Hermione had said to him. How could she? Yes, her parents died and he felt deeply sorry for her, but she didn't know what it was like to have the whole world expect something from you. His vision grew dark, hatred for everything starting to pour into his once lively, good-natured green eyes.
Ron sat up, shaking his head. Purple flashed in his eyes; he cocked his head to the side and smiled a dark, mischevious smile.
Miles away, in a dark castle, a sinister being laughed malicously at the figure of Harry Potter in a glass ball.
"It is time,…"
MUHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! Good cliffe eh? I hope u liked this chap! I had a lota fun writing it! Thx ppl for your reviews, keep reviewing on stuff , and suggestions r always welcome, and thx to "scorpio 1983" for ur review! YAY! I'm gonna update soon, prolly this weekend..if my science teacher (prf umbridge)'ll gimme a freekin break! God…everytime she opens her mouth to drone on about something, I relli cringe…she sounds like a man trying to sound like a woman…i feel like taking a shovel and whacking her over the head with it… well thanks for reading!