A/N: Yay! I finally got it up. Sorry its sooooooooooooooo late! But now that it is summer break I can update often. So please enjoy my tragic story of young love between two young magically endowed individuals whose love is tested by forces both magical and non magical. You will take joy in reading about their tragic struggle. So please sit back and enjoy my rushed 3rd chapter of The Cost of Purity. Sorry about the cursing. This chapter isn't really from anyone's POV. Email me at my yahoo account: I will update as soon as I receive 10 reviews.
Disclaimer: So to clear things up, I own the person Julia, not the character. And Julia owns Connie's soul. Regretfully JKR owns Harry Potter and all that Jazz cue jazz hands. If she had waited a few years I so would have though of the whole Harry Potter thing . . . seriously . . . yeah . . . ( His name would have been Robert Daniels, though and the first book would have been called Robert Daniels and the Cool Stone Thingy) (YAY JKR!) don't sue me, I have no money, its sad
Mucho amour,
Radmuggle
When it's over
That's the time I'll fall in love again.
When it's over
That's the time your in my heart again.
And when you go
go
go
go
I know
Remembering
Remembering
All the songs that I used to play
All the words that got in the way
All the things that I used to know
Have gone out the window
- Sugar Ray (When it's over)
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"I know, Harry. Throughout my classes, all I could think about was you and me and us. Our relationship. I know that we changed everything between us last summer. Every dynamic of our interaction has been altered greatly, but -," she attempted to look into his eyes. Harry refused to take his gaze off of the table. She played with Harry's plate. The sandwich on it lay untouched.
"Just shut up, Hermione. Just stop talking for one bloody second. All you ever do is talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. I am so serious. Don't you ever get sick of hearing your own voice? I know I do! I'm so sick of you, your voice, and the way you look, everything about you."
As Harry looked up at her, his eyes did not display the same irritation as his cruel words. She was taken aback by his verbal outbursts. His words had started out as a whisper, but his voice rose to a volume that has solicited interest from parties in their close proximity.
"What is your problem, Harry?" She whispered this as to hint that he needed to lower his voice, "When – what? Why? Why do you suddenly hate me now? What changed? This morning in the corridor . . .," tears began to fall once again from the young witch's brown eyes.
"Your crocodile tears aren't going to change anything. And do not try to fucking silence me, Hermione. OK?" He stood up. "It doesn't matter if the whole school knows. Want to know why Hermione?" She shook her head. Stop Harry! Stop! Please stop, you don't mean it, she thought as her heart stopped as she waited for the unforgiving words to spill forth from his lips.
"I am done with you. We are over as of now, and I'm not changing my mind." He left and walked towards the large mahogany doors that lead out of the great hall. "O-V-E-R, Hermione Granger! Get it through your fucking skull," he yelled these words across the vast hall. He left. Every head turned to stare at Hermione. Silence followed the slam of the large doors. George turned in time to view Harry's outburst and see a confused Hermione rest her head on the table, her body convulsing from sobs. He told his girlfriend that e would be right back and then ran after Harry.
"Harry!" He shouted. The boy who lived stopped in his tracks and turned to face his best friend's brother. George could see a single tear glistening on Harry's face. "What was that all about, mate?"
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flashback
One of the most stressful days in Molly Weasley's life would undoubtedly be the day when she, her family, and (it seemed) the entire magical population of London decided to shop for books, robes, and the like in Diagon Alley before the children were sent off for another year of School at Hogwarts.
"Fred, George – stay together. Don't get into trouble," she yelled after her rowdy sons. "Harry, Hermione, Ron – you three stay together as well. Ron, here is enough money for your books and robes. Don't buy anything frivolous, ok darling?"
The trio strolled down the line of shops. They passed several new shops, such as Betty Filby's Amazing Brooms, Time Keepers and Such, Wanderful Wands, and many others. As Ron's attention was continually drawn to the various locales, Harry and Hermione conversed without words.
I love you, Harry mouthed to his beloved, brown eyed sweetheart.
She made a heart with her thumbs and fore fingers and brought it to her chest as she mouthed the words, I love you more. Ron, oblivious to the exchange occurring behind him, drooled over the newest broom in the window. Random exclamations of "This is amazing" and "Do you see that" could be heard escaping from his quivering lips.
The two lovesick teenagers shared a smile and nudged their friend towards the book store next door. "We need to go, Ron. Step away from the window. Detach you self from the glass." Harry stifled a laugh as Ron slowly separated himself from the displays.
"A fellow can dream, can't he?"
Hermione lead the way into the shop. Harry held the list as he followed her closely with Ron directly behind him. "We need The Clouded View for Divinations, Charms for Young Wizards and Witches for Charms, and The History of Those Before Us for history of magic . . .," Harry continued reading the list as he followed Hermione. She knew this shop like the back of her hand. She led the boys through rows of books towards the back of the shop, but the end never came. The rows of books seemed to go on forever.
"The books we need should be back here."
"Are you sure you know where we are going?" Ron asked her with a quizzical look on his face. He looked around. There were less and less people around him and his friends as they continued to wander through the rows of books.
"Of Course I do, Ron!" She turned around to face him, walking backwards. Suddenly her body came in contact with a mass of black robes. As she looked up, she saw the owl like eyes of their divinations teacher. Oh crap, they all thought in unison. They had hoped not to be forced into her company until they were in school, but as fate would have it, they were thrust into her presence without any warning.
"Oh! My beloved students," she proclaimed in her voice which the three had assumed she only used for teaching, her arms flailing about in massive gestures. "I see you are here to procure your books for the new school year. While I was reading my tea leaves this morning, I saw that I would see an individual whom I have missed. What a joy, what a joy! Well carry on my young pupils." She slowly turned from the three and inspected a book on a shelf.
They exchanged glances and held in laughter. Harry gestured massively as to mimic the woman. As Ron covered his mouth, Harry could hear the words "tea leaves" escape from his friends lips. Harry lost it. He laughed out loud at his professor's statement. Hermione shook her head in disapproval.
Rapidly Professor Trelawney turned. Her body stood rigid, her normally friendly brown eyes were glazed over and they had lost their sparkle.
"Professor, are you ok?" Hermione inquired. Harry and Ron stopped laughing and starred at their professor.
Abruptly her face became distorted. She was turned towards the students and her eyes were upon them, yet her gaze seemed to go right through them.
She opened her mouth to speak. She did not sound as she normally did. The voice which escaped from her lips was terrifying and powerful.
"The One who is to be the saving grace . . . The One who was marked by the Dark Lord himself . . . The One cannot partake in the joys of the flesh . . . The One who is innocent and pure, The One who must be to defeat the impurest of the impure, which is the Dark Lord . . . While The One will destroy those he tries to save through impurity . . . The One will save through purity . . . The One who is to be the saving grace . . ."
As the last words left her lips she collapsed onto the wooden floor of the great book shop. Hermione's mouth hung open as she heard these words and watched her professor's legs give way beneath her. Her heart sank. The One who was marked by the Dark Lord himself . . .
She turned and saw Harry reach up and feel his scar. He understood that it was about him. Did he comprehend the rest? What it entailed? Hermione knelt down and attempted to wake the woman.
"Professor? Please wake up. Ron, get help!"
Ron, not fully understanding the meaning of the professor's words, began to laugh again. "What the hell was that? She's bloody mad, she is!" Answering Hermione's request, "I cannot go through there again, Hermione. I'll get lost".
"Fine, you stay here with Harry. I will go. Keep her in a sitting position, Harry, ok?"
"Ok, Miny", Harry answered absent mindedly. He watched Hermione run off and disappear between the rows of books. Ron conjured himself a glass of water and almost took a drink. Harry took it from him and offered it to the slowly stirring Professor Trelawney.
"When did you start calling her "Miny"? Does she call you "Harry Warry"? Is there something going on that I should know about?" He asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
A knot began to form in Harry's stomach. He had never lied to his best friend, until that moment. "No Ron? Get a life, you git."
"Oh, my! What, what happened? Why am I on the ground?" Professor Trelawney looked around very confused.
"… and all of her traits pointed to it being a prophetic trance. Her stance changed, as did her speech pattern. Her eyes looked glazed as well. The moment when she collapsed made it all the clearer to me. " The boys could hear Hermione's voice wafting through the books, becoming louder with each second.
"Either that or she's pissed", Ron murmured then looked to Harry as he chuckled at his own joke. One look from Harry stopped him.
"My, you are quite a bright young witch, Miss Granger. Though you are still an insufferable know-it-all even outside of the classroom", a male voice which was all too familiar to the boys followed.
"Sorry Professor."
She rounded the corner to where the two boys and Professor Trelawney were. The woman looked at her fellow professor and smiled slightly,
"Potter. Weasley." Snape greeted them coolly. "Sibyll, I need to take you to St. Mungos. You were just in a trance. I will take you there. Thank you Miss Granger. You know that you must speak to the headmaster about this?" Hermione nodded. Snape picked her up the weak woman. She passed out once again while in his arms. With a crack, they disappeared.
"Why'd you ask him for help?" Harry asked.
"He was the only adult that I saw who could help. We should just buy our books and leave. Do you think anyone else heard her?"
"I hope not." Harry answered.
"We need to talk to Dumbledore tonight. He will know what to do". Harry looked at the girl whom he loved. She looked at him. Their eyes met. Slowly a tear rolled down her cheek.
Torrents of tears were attempting to force their way out of Harry's eyes. He could not stand to see her sad but he would not allow her to see him cry. He had to be strong. He pulled her into an embrace. He kissed her forehead. "It's ok. We will be ok," he whispered to her.
"No it won't," she whispered back.
"What's the big deal? So she had a freak out, so what?" Ron asked them. The magnitude of Sibyll's words had still not penetrated his thick skull.
"Don't you get it, Ron? It is about Harry! Harry is the One!"
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A/N: thanks for reading. Now you sorta know what happened. More to come. I know that the order of words in the song I used is moved around and stuff but you get the point. Again I apologize for making you wait. Thank you for reviewing. The sooner I get 10 reviews per chapter, the sooner I update. This time I really mean it. I 3 you people who read my story. R 'n R please. Flames will be used to light a fire under my ass to write more! So any comments or suggestions or questions or affirmations, or just "we love you, Radmuggle"s are greatly welcome . . .