A/N: Harry is J.K.'s not mine! I don't own Tinker Bell or Disney either! Thanks to all of my reviewers; you guys are great!
Chapter 3
"Should you tell him, or should I?" whispered Ronald to Hermione. Hermione looked down to the wooden floor, as if asking it if she was the one that should tell Harry what exactly he was.
Meanwhile, Harry looked between the two of them with a little smile tugging on his lips; he still had the thought of him being a fairy.
"I'll tell him," said Hermione, looking up at her red headed companion.
"Harry, I don't know how else to tell you this…," said Hermione with an embarrassed look spreading across her face
"…you're a--a wizard," she concluded, looking at Harry to see his reaction.
Harry just stared at her; his smile wanted to burst forth. A wizard, thought Harry with sarcastic satisfaction, better than a male Tinkerbell.
"Harry, we're serious!" said Ron with his brow frowned as he saw Harry's mouth twitch and his chin tremble from containing the smile and laugh. But, he couldn't contain it much longer.
"That was a good one!" he chuckled with a big smile on his face as he pointed to Hermione. "There'd've been no way I'd've said that with a straight face! You're a right good actress 'Mione!" Hermione's eyes widened and Ron's eyebrows shot up. Harry's smile slowly faded when he realized what he had said. Why did I call her that? He thought.
"What did you say, Harry?" questioned Ron quietly as he leaned forward to Harry.
"I said 'Hermione'," said Harry with his brows frowned at Ron, like the freckled guy with the long nose was hearing things. His companions looked at each other then back at Harry.
"So," said Harry, changing the subject as lifted his body up and turning towards Ron and Hermione. He folded his legs and sat cross-legged as he looked at them with a little on his face.
"I'm a wizard," he said simply, not buying a word of it. "Wait, if you're lying to me now, than how can I trust you when you say I'm a murderer?" questioned Harry. Ron's face turned to fury as he stared at Harry.
"WE'RE NOT LYING!" shouted Ron as he clutched the wrinkled sheet that he sat on.
"Oh, come off it; how could I be a wizard? Wizards don't even exist!" shouted Harry back. He then turned to Hermione and his face turned back to humor. "Besides, it would've taken a lot of plastic surgery to change your green skin pale and remove the old wart on your nose. I don't think you'd have done that; I'd've taken a lot of money! You are from Disney, right? Do you ride a broomstick and have a black cat?" he added with his brow frowned in fake seriousness.
"You…you--" was all that Ron could say as his ears reddened and his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheet. He then stood up and said, "You are a bloody wizard; stop denying it and stop mocking us!" shouted Ron. Suddenly, the glass of the little hand mirror exploded; leaping bits of glass flew towards the wall and Harry and Hermione.
With oddly fast reflexes, Harry threw his arm over his head, causing the glass to bounce off his sleeved forearm. He heard the pieces of glass clatter to the floor and heard a small yell. Harry, his eyes wide with shock as he turned back to his raised arm. Whoa, I'm lucky; no blood, thought Harry as he lowered his arm slowly, and looked at his companions. Ron was sitting back down on the bed, trying to get Hermione to look at him.
Her face was covered by her hand as the other shooed Ron away. Harry looked at her with concern; was she hurt from the…explosion? Harry looked at the mirror with his mouth open; the frame itself did not move, but all of the glass was gone.
"Hermione?" said Ron fearfully as his blue eyes filled with worried tears, grabbing her shoulder and trying to turn her towards him. She then raised her head and looked at him. Her hands and face were covered in little streams of blood that ran down her cheeks and onto her thin lips. Harry sat and stared as his heart began to beat faster and faster. Why does this seem familiar? He thought as a sudden wave of horror ran through him.
He suddenly heard a far-off noise: yelling…then an explosion. His eyes lost focus as his ears pricked backwards toward the approaching noise. His companions faded before him like a mirage in the hot desert and were replaced with…blood. Blood suddenly ran into his green eyes, stinging and blinding him. It slipped through his lips and he could taste its' metallic flavor as it sent a shiver though his bones. He wiped them with his dirty hand and his vision came back slightly as he looked through red-smeared glasses.
He saw people of all ages running and screaming, raising wands and shouting multiple words and phrases. He was on a green field with trees to the right and people flying on broomsticks, shooting streams of red and green down upon figures on the ground. A black robed figure sent a disarming charm at a red head that flew over him.
Ron's elbow was hit, and his wand fell to the grass. Ron made a wide turn with his other arm while his right fell limp besides him. He headed back to his attacker, evading the jets of green with swift lefts and rights, and when he got close to him, Ron kicked his mask with his boot.
Some people were wearing bottle green robes and blood, while others were wearing black robes and white masks. Harry saw raised his wand and shouted with all of his anger and fear, "Expelliarmus!" A red stream shot out of his wand and hit a black-robed person. They went flying over a figure that was lying crippled on the ground; the person was wearing a green robe. Harry ran to the figure; it was Hermione. Her face was covered in blood and her wand lay in her limp hand. No, don't let her be dead! Thought Harry as he reached for her—
"Harry…HARRY!" Harry suddenly saw…Hermione. Harry looked up at her from his back with his eyes brimming with tears. He suddenly lunged upwards and wrapped his arms around her neck; she wasn't dead. Harry then noticed what he was doing, and slowly let go of her neck.
Harry breathlessly looked up at her; her face was now smeared with blood, but she did not notice. Harry then looked behind her and to his left. Ron stood looking at him with wide eyes; he was breathing fast as well. Harry then looked up at Hermione again; her eyes were full of tears as she looked at his confused face.
"WHAT IS BLOODY GOIN'ON HERE?" he suddenly shouted. Harry scrambled backwards, away from Hermione.
"What're you talkin' about Harry?" Hermione said, taking a frightful step back.
"I'll tell you what I'm talkin' about!" he said, reaching the edge of the bed and falling over. His hands slapped the floor, but he took no notice. He moved to the side of his neighboring bed and shouted, "I saw you bleeding in a field one second, and then I find you in a hospital the bloody next! Ron—yes I called you Ron, Ronald—was riding a bloody broomstick in whatever that bloody thing was! People were using wands and the mirror exploded" he jabbed a finger at the mirror frame. "You're wearing robes and say that I'm a murderer and a wizard, too! You did something to me; you've turned me crazy!" Ron and Hermione stood, looking at Harry with wide eyes and open mouths.
"Harry--" said Hermione timidly, but was cut off.
"You were almost dead!" shouted Harry, pointing a finger at her as tears slipped down his face. Suddenly, his head throbbed with pain, as if the handle of Ron's broomstick whacked him. He cradled his head in his hands and moaned.
"Harry!" said Hermione, as she ran around his bed and to his side. Ron leapt over the bed and landed in front of Harry.
"Owwww; it hurts!" shouted Harry, leaning backwards into the bed. He clutched the bandage around his head, but pain came, wave after wave, worst than the last. His mind seemed like it was ready to explode. He shut his eyes and screamed; he couldn't take it any longer!
"HARRY!" he heard a female voice shout; he did not remember who she was. He felt a hand grip his shoulder as he thrashed back and forth, holding his head tighter.
"I'LL GET HEALER JONES!" said a males' voice through Harry's yells. Harry's body felt numb, while his head felt as it were set on fire. He saw images flash through his breaking memory: a pretty brunette girl looking through a telescope—a red haired girl flying on a broomstick—an old man with a white beard fall to the ground—a man with a face like a snake with milk-white skin—
Harry screamed, "NOOOOOOO!" as the face came closer; its red eyes looking at him with greed, hunger, excitement—
Then all went black and silent…