Sorry for the wait guys...i had church cmap last week and i had no comp connection down there... sorry...ad this story feels like a worthless piece of CRAP! i read the 6th HP book last saturday (when it came out)..the ending made me cry...and i thought about my story and started wondering whether or not i should continue with this. so, if you want me to keep putting up my chapters, then review and tell me so, otherwise, im just gonna take the story off...but anyways...here's the next chapter
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Chapter 10: Old memories arise
"Would you two be quiet? You're a tad bit loud!" Hermione said coming out of her closed off section with her hands on her hips.
"Sorry, but-" Harry started.
"Don't apologize, just keep it down! There are others in here of you haven't noticed!" she said motioning to the other people asleep in the room.
"Hermione! It's Professor Lupin!" Ron said hoarsely.
She shook her head almost laughing. "What are you talking about?" she laughed to herself.
"What do you think I mean?" Ron asked annoyed.
"What? Ron, what are you talking about?" she sighed.
"Pro-fe-ssor Lu-pin!" He enunciated slowly and clearly.
"What about him?" she asked crossing her arms.
"It's Professor Lupin!" he waved his arms at the man in the bed. She looked at the person in the bed.
"What!" she almost yelled. She ran over to the bed Ron had motioned to. "Oh my...it is him!" she said, mouth open. "Wha...What is he doing here?" she asked wildly.
"You got me!" Harry threw his arms out.
She held onto the bed rail on Lupin's bed. "Oh my gosh...I wonder what happened to him?" she asked breathlessly.
"Do you think we could ask one of the nurses?" Ron asked quietly.
"Why couldn't we?" Hermione turned around suddenly. She walked past the both of them and through the doors.
"Where is she going?" Ron asked stupidly. Harry gave him a are-you-that-stupid look. "Ooohh!" Ron laughed at himself.
"No wonder you failed that Herbology exam last year!" Harry laughed.
"Hey!" Ron said trying to sound hurt.
Harry suddenly just wanted to leave. He wanted to get out of this place an go somewhere. He had been there for 2 days. He really didn't know why he needed to be there. "By the way, did you get to ask a-" "Oh, my dad went to ask to see if we could go ahead and take you home, but he had to find the Healer who was taking care of you first. And that may take a little bit to do!" Ron tried to sound humorous.
"Well...do you think they would let us go walk around for a little bit?" Harry asked honestly.
"Well, they aren't here to tell you that you can't. Why not?" Ron asked walking towards the doors. Harry laughed at his friend and followed him through the doors.
They eventually found themselves on a somewhat familiar floor. It was the floor where they had seen their old D.A.D.A. teacher; the one and only Gilderoy Lockhart. A flood of memories rushed upon Harry. Neville's parents, Neville had been ashamed of his friends seeing his parents. "At least he still had his parents. Even if they hadn't remembered him, he still had them." Harry felt somewhat jealous. He would rather his parents still be alive and not remember him, then for them to be dead.
His fist clenched. He felt a sudden longing for his parents. All his life, he had never wanted something so bad. He just wanted to be loved.
"I wish I had gone with them..." he whispered.
"What did you say?" Ron asked quietly.
"I said...I wish I had gone with them..." his fists tightened as he felt a lump in his throat and something warm in his eyes. "What are talking about?" Ron asked utterly confused. Harry had his gaze on the doors to the wing where Neville's parents were. Ron noticed his gaze towards the doors.
He looked back and forth from Harry to the doors. He couldn't figure out why he suddenly was acting like this. He did a double take on the name by the door. His face lost some of its color. "Harry...you don't mean that." he tried to comfort him.
"Yes I do...it'd be better than being stuck here with no one..." he said through clenched teeth.
"No you don't. If you were...what would happen with Vol-...you-know-who?" he sounded shocked at himself for almost saying the name that he feared most.
"He would've picked someone else...that's what!" he turned on Ron. "I wouldn't have to be living like this. I wouldn't have to worry about everyone around me and whether or not Voldemort would try and kill them..." his voice cracked.
Ron didn't know what to say. He couldn't possibly imagine what he was going through.
"Look mate...I couldn't possibly begin to imagine what you're going through right now-"
"Damn right you don't!" Harry almost growled.
"Look, if you're going to be this way about it...leave me out of it!" Ron said turning to go to the steps.
Harry sighed. His friends didn't deserve this. They had always been there for him and had always tried to help him.
Ron had walked down some of the steps when he heard Harry open the door. "Ron...I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that." Harry said stopping at the top of the stairs. "I just...I just suddenly had this...this anger inside of me." he tried to explain.
"I guess I can't really blame you." Ron sighed.
"What?" Harry asked surprised.
"Actually...yes I can!" Ron laughed at himself. "But I mean...you are going through quite a bit. And I would probably feel the same way about it if I only knew half of what you were going through." Ron looked down at his feet.
Harry wanted to tell his friend everything right then and there. Everything that Dumbledore had told him, but if he did...he could get in more danger. He must have had his mouth open because Ron asked, "Do you want to tell me something?"
Harry quickly closed his mouth, "No...But...thanks for trying to understand." Harry said walking down the steps to his friend.
He didn't know how long they had been away from his wing, but apparently long enough to have a mob of people to go looking for him. "Where have you been?" Mrs. Weasley near yelled as she saw the boys come out of the stairwell. The two boys jumped at the sound of her voice.
"We...we were just going for a walk mum!" Ron said losing color in his face.
"Ronald Weasley! I am astounded that you are making your sick friend walk about like this! And Harry! I am shocked that you would go with him!" she said pushing him towards his bed in a mother-like way. Ron walked quickly behind his mother as she pushed Harry to his bed.
As soon as Harry was lying down in his bed with covers up to his neck and tightly tucked into his bed, Mrs. Weasley left bustling about. Ron said goodbye rather shortly and left the room.
Harry untucked the swaddling sheets and sat up in his bed. The sun was setting. It cast a beautiful orange and pink glow across the cloudless sky. He looked at his old professor across the room. How could he have never noticed him there?
He remembered that Hermione had gone to ask about him. He got out of his bed and started to walk over to Hermione's bed. He heard her move around in her bed.
She opened her eyes and screamed.
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