Chapter 14- Part one

A/N: I have to split this chapter into two parts because it is really long. Well, it may not be as long to you, but it took me a while to type. R&R, Enjoy!

Harry was incredibly nervous. He had something very important to do, but he wasn't sure he would be able to do. He knew who he was going to ask to the dance.

He waited outside McGonagall's door two evenings after the dance practice with Flitwick. He could hear a piano in the room, apparently finishing a song. He could hear Violet singing softly. She must have been practicing her solo.

"Grrr… tonight." Harry told himself quietly, "You have to ask her tonight. It could be you last chance-"

"What could be your last chance?" Violet asked. Harry jumped, just realizing that Violet was finished.

"I- err…" He tried.

"What?" She asked, smiling a little nervously.

"I waswondering if, well," Harry coughed a little, "If you would come to the- err… d- d-"

"The dance?" Violet asked.

"Err… yea, I was wondering ifyouwantedtogotothedancewithme." Harry said so fast, he could barely understand himself. He felt like he was asking Cho all over again.

"Err…" Violet said.

"I was wondering if you would go to the dance with me."

"Err…" Violet thought.

"If you want to say no, then-"

"YES! I WILL go with you!" She said gleefully. Harry felt much better, especially when Violet wrapped her arms around him.

"Awesome…" Harry mumbled happily to himself.

"Oh, Harry! This is great- and I would really like to stay and dance in the hallway, but I really have to go back to the common room!" She cried happily.

"No problem, now go! Don't want you to miss anything exciting!" Harry urged her. She smiled and ran off at full speed. Harry smiled to himself as he walked along down the hallway. Suddenly, he heard someone behind him. He turned quickly, only to see nothing. He continued walking. He heard the footsteps again, and when he turned this time, Snape was standing behind him.

"I need to talk to you." Snape said. Harry looked at him. Before Harry said anything, Snape grabbed his arm and dragged him off to Slughorn's old office.

"What do you want?" Harry hissed, when Snape sat down. His face had been wrapped in bandages.

"I wanted to talk to you about the Dellabrew potion." Snape said. Harry was suddenly interested, and sat down across from Snape.

"So, there is something to bring the dead back." Harry said, grinning slightly.

"With some exceptions, yes." Snape said.

"Exceptions? Like what?" Harry asked.

"Well, first of all, it only works on good witches and wizards

"OK."

"And it only works if the person or people have been dead for up to three years."

"So, we couldn't bring back my parents?"

"I apologize, but no."

"But we could bring back- SIRIUS!" Harry cried. He stood and put his hands on his head. "We could bring him back! I could live with him again, and-"

"And Cedric." Snape added.

"And- yea, Cedric- and why did you suggest Cedric? You hate me and- err- and anyone in contact me." Harry said, sitting back down.

"Because, I'm not a complete jerk. Yes, I do not enjoy your presence, nor did I enjoy your fathers, but I'm not a complete git." Snape explained.

"So, you do have a bit of niceness in you?" Harry asked.

"Mr. Potter, everyone has some good in them. No one has a black hole for a heart. Not even Voldemort."

"Not even Voldemort." Harry said, smiling.

"So, I suppose I should get started on that potion." Snape said.

"Err- yea." Harry agreed. They both stood up. They stood, in front of each other, and for the first time in their lives, and possibly the last time, they shook hands.

When Harry got to the common room, he walked in, only to see Hermione jumping up and down and nodding fiercefully in front of Klaus. Klaus was smiling.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Hermione was saying as she jumped repetitively.

"I can't wait." Klaus told her.

"Oh, me neither!" Hermione cried happily. Harry chuckled to himself, but stopped when he looked up at the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Ron was standing there, a little pink in the face. He smiled a fake smile, pushed his hair back sadly with his hand, and turned to walk back to the dormitory. On the way back up, Harry saw Ron drop the single rose that he had been holding in his hand.

"Ron?" Harry asked as he walked into the dormitory. Ron was laying face down on his bed, one hand dangling down, touching the ground. Harry walked over and sat on his bed by his feet. "Ron?" Harry asked again.

"Mmm mmmm mm mmm mm-mm." He said. The words were difficult to understand through the pillow.

"Err…" Harry said.

"I said, I don't know why I try, mate." Ron said as he lifted his head. He turned himself, and sat next to Harry. "No matter what I do, I just can't ask Hermione out before anyone else." Harry paused uncomfortably. "I mean, no one really likes her, but someone still always gets to her first. First it was Krum, my hero, and then the 13 year old Klaus." Ron sighed deeply.

"I'm, err… sorry." Harry said, still lost of words.

"Anyway, did you ask anyone out?" Ron asked. Harry paused. He, Harry, nodded slowly. "Oh… that's, uh… great." Ron said, and then sadly threw his head back into his pillow.