Chapter Four: The Trio No More
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Harry could hardly believe his ears.
"I-I defeated V-Voldemort?"
Ginny nodded and roller her eyes jokingly, "Oh really, Harry. Please, don't be so immature. It's actually kind of funny now how you try to forget it. Actually, you should be celebrating! Oh, you better hurry… you've got to go soon."
Harry followed her up the gray stones into the front door. The house was huge, and had many doors leading to different rooms. There were tons of windows that brought sunlight into the house. The whole floor was a shiny shade of green, and the doors were made out of cherry wood. All of the rooms had been painted with colors that matched the furniture in the room.
We're probably rich or something, Harry thought to himself. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Harry, are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor? You've got this weird expression on your face, and you've been acting a little odd today." Ginny grinned. She ran over to Harry and threw her arms around his neck. Harry hugged her back.
"Just a little tired. You make the pasta, and I'll go get ready, okay?" Harry kissed her lightly on the lips and finally made his way to his room.
Once again, it was beautiful. The bed sheets were dark red and had a very ancient pattern on it, and the drapes matched perfectly. The wood on the floor and the color of the bed sheet looked exquisite together.
Harry made his way over to the closet, trying not to look at the room as if it was his first time entering this house. He didn't know what he was supposed to wear, what he was supposed to do at the meeting, most importantly – he didn't know where his office was. The last thing he wanted was to go to work and get fired not knowing what he was supposed to do.
"Hey, sweetie?" Harry called out. He saw Ginny run from the kitchen and into the room.
"Yeah?" Ginny asked. Harry could tell that she was worried. He grinned, letting her know that nothing was wrong.
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering if you could drop me off at work? I'm still feeling a little dizzy…" Harry lied.
"Still? Harry, are you sure you don't want to see a doctor? You shouldn't be feeling dizzy for so long. You've said that at least two hours ago," Ginny said, running over to him and putting her hand on his forehead. She shook her head.
"I don't think you're sick or anything," She added quickly.
"Yeah, I don't think so either. So yes or no?" Harry laughed, buttoning up his dark suit and checking his hair in the mirror.
Ginny nodded, "Of course, Harry,"
Harry grinned, "You're great, you know that?"
Ginny smiled, and turned away, not saying anything. Harry saw her cheeks fade to a light shade of pink, like the way Ron's ears did when he was embarrassed.
"Come in five minutes," She said plainly, and walked out of the room. Harry smiled to himself again and continued getting ready.
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"Yummy." Harry laughed, licking his lips. He scraped up the last bit of his pasta in his bowl and flashed a smile at Ginny.
"I'm horrible at cooking. You know that. Everyone does," Ginny explained. She stood up and took Harry's plate with hers.
Harry chuckled. He stared into Ginny's eyes for a couple of seconds and then she turned away. Harry loved it when she whirled around really fast and her flaming, red hair flew up behind her.
"Ron called earlier, but I was busy, so he said to call back. Would you do that? Or if you don't want to, I'd understand…"
Harry nodded, "I'll do it,"
Ginny looked a bit surprised and nodded her head. Harry stood up and walked over to the phone that was on top of a small desk on the other side of the room. Next to the phone, were stunning red roses.
"What's his number… what's his number…" Harry mumbled to himself, quietly. He searched frantically for a phonebook around him, and finally came up with a pink notebook that was labeled "Phone Numbers"
He opened the book hastily and searched through at least two pages before he got to the page. "Ron and Hermione" the book said.
He dialed the number, eager to talk to Ron. After a few rings, a voice that was very familiar sent through the line.
"Hello?" Ron asked politely, "Hello?"
"Hey, Ron." Harry said casually, trying to forget that they hadn't been speaking for ten years.
"Harry?" Ron said, surprised. Harry guessed that his eyes had popped out of his face when he had heard Harry's voice on the other side.
"I'm so sorry for everything that happened before. I really am. So how are you doing, Ron?" Harry asked gently. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for Ron's reply.
"Harry. You're acting like nothing happened, and something did happen – something big. Hermione and me aren't just going to forgive you. It's not that simple." Ron snapped.
Harry nodded to himself. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but he didn't understand what had to be said. He didn't know what he was supposed to do.
"Ron…" Harry began quietly, a little hurt.
"I'm not going to act like nothing happened. Do you know how hurt we felt when you didn't tell us that you were just going to run off to Godric's Hollow and fight
V-Voldemort without even telling us or asking us how we felt about it? God, Harry. You left us so worried and thinking about you all the time that I even flunked some of my exams! Hermione was so hurt that you weren't going to tell her, but I was even more hurt. My best friend – who told me everything and everywhere he was going, forgot to tell me that he was going to fight V-Voldemort. Something you might've overlooked, Harry - Hermione and I wanted to come with you. Even if it would've put us in so much danger, that's how much we cared about you. So next time you try talking to us, you should probably think back to when you left with no words." Ron explained, his voice rising and lowering depending on his harsh words.
Harry cringed. So that's why we lost touch. I ran off to Godric's Hollow to fight Voldemort without telling Ron and Hermione about it and not letting them come with me. Why in the world would I leave without telling Ron and Hermione?
Before Harry could think of what to say next, he heard a click, and realized that Ron had hung up.
"How'd it go?" Ginny asked gently, walking over. She put her hand on Harry's cheek and gave it a little rub, "Things will get better, I promise. I'm hoping maybe you can talk to them at the wedding?"
"Yeah, if they ever even look at me again," He pointed out blankly. Ginny took a seat next to him and tapped him on the shoulder. Harry looked straight into her eyes.
"It's not going to be easy, I know. You're in a really bad position – but please… try? For me?" She told him.
Harry nodded and forced a smile.
"I knew it. I know you so well," Ginny giggled, leaning in for a kiss. Harry gave a weak laugh and looked down.
"Listen. I don't think I want to go to work today. I just want to take it easy, you know? Maybe give Hermione a call this time? I want to try and settle things before the wedding." He smiled and brushed a lock of Ginny's hair behind her ear.
"Thanks Harry, if everything works out, it'll be great. I'll just call Carl and Jonathan and let them know," Ginny exclaimed, running over to the phone.
Harry needed at least a couple of hours to plan out what he was going to say to Hermione. Ron had probably told her all about their conversation, maybe even warned her not to even try talking to Harry. They were engaged, after all, which probably meant that they told each other everything.
He thought it over and finally decided that he'd try calling her after an hour or so. He plopped down on the fluffy white couch in front of the T.V. and watched Ginny run around the kitchen.
"Yeah, he won't be coming in today. He's not feeling too well," Ginny said quietly. She looked over at Harry and gave a wink.
Harry laughed quietly and switched on the T.V. After flipping through a couple of channels, he found something that was labeled 'The Wizarding World News' on the bottom right corner. There was a tall and skinny man in the center of the screen, pointing to what looked like a bulletin board. He had a thick mustache that covered most of his face, and a scary grin that showed his crooked teeth.
"Today, on the news, it's WWEN. That's Weird Wizarding Extended Network. We have some shocking news for you all," he reported. He turned his back and Lucius Malfoy appeared in a picture behind him. He looked a lot older than what Harry remember during his 7th year. His face was longer, and had more wrinkles, and of course his hair was almost completely white.
"Ever since Harry Potter, age 27, defeated Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, who was the strongest supporter of Voldemort has been crushed. Therefore, he has decided to take his place, and is now The Dark Lord. More at eleven," he announced. His eyes twitched and the T.V. turned off.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. Lucius Malfoy - now the Dark Lord? Harry was so surprised. He never would've thought that after Voldemort had died, there would be a new one. He sighed heavily.
"What's up?" Ginny asked anxiously. She took a seat next to him.
"Lucius… he's now the new Voldemort," Harry told her.
Ginny sighed. "Oh, I knew this was going to happen. WWEN was predicting it, and I guess now it's final."
Harry nodded. "Well I guess everything's going to go back just as it was before when he was alive. We'll all just have to get used to it, right?"
"Right," Ginny grinned. She pecked him on the cheek and took her purse.
"I'm meeting Luna for about two hours. We're just going to hang out, maybe get some ice cream or something? I'll be back by… seven, just in time for dinner," Ginny said quickly. She scurried around the room and finally picked up her purse.
"Okay. Have fun," Harry told her. She laughed and left the room.
Without Ginny, there was absolutely nothing Harry could do. He didn't even know what he was doing in the future, or what exactly happened between him and Voldemort. He was clueless about everything.
"I guess I could call Hermione…" Harry whispered to himself. He nodded and decided he should do it. He wanted things to be right between them. Especially before Ron and Hermione's wedding, because he wanted to make Ginny happy.
He patiently dialed Hermione's number and waited through at least five rings before Hermione's sweet and knowledgeable voice rang through his ears again.
"Hello?" She asked. Her voice was polite and questioning, just like Ron had sounded.
Harry gulped and took a deep breath, "Hermione. It's me."
"HARRY! What do you think you're doing, calling us? I told you already at the mall, I don't want to talk to you anymore. So before - "
"I wan't to start over. Make things right. You know, apologize? Just give me one chance… please," Harry pleaded, cutting her off.
Harry could hear Hermione's breath getting louder and louder. She paused for a second and simply answered, "Okay."
"Okay?" Harry repeated anxiously, "What do you mean, okay?"
"I'll listen to you. Go on." Hermione explained.
"I can't do this now. Not over the phone, I want to see you. Talk face-to-face. How about coffee tomorrow? Around eight?" Harry asked softly.
"Fine. Let's meet at Café Java," Hermione told him.
He told Hermione bye, and then turned the phone off.
Harry nodded to himself, knowing that Café Java would be his last hope.
His last hope.
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