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Having Harry's Destiny- Contemplation of Tomorrow
When the door shut with a quiet thud, Helena and Dumbledore turned to face each other. They sat in silence for a while before the aged wizard finally spoke.
"Megan." The kind eyed old man said, uncharacteristically using a student's first name.
"And Harry." Helena added with a small smile. Dumbledore smiled back and relaxed slightly.
"Good," He sighed. "I was afraid something… dire might have occurred thanks to that bump on the head."
"Luckily Harry brought me back to the land of the living which is ironic since he's dead." Helena said. Dumbledore smiled apologetically.
"I know that these past few months have been more then slightly hard for both of you but I must say I am impressed with how well you have handled it all." The elderly wizard's eyes shimmered slightly, hinting at the tears that never fell.
"Thank you Professor," Helena whispered in shock. "That means a lot, to both of us."
"Yes, now I want you to rest up and get better," Dumbledore headed towards the door as he spoke, signally the end of their brief conversation. "You will need your strength in the dark times to come." Helena nodded solemnly and with a final smile, the headmaster left the room.
"Dark times to come?" Helena pondered. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Voldemort. Harry's cold voice echoed in her head. He must be stirring.
"Great and I thought things were bad now." Helena moaned.
It's ok. Harry comforted her. We're a lot stronger then you think. You've done amazing things for me, Megan.
Yeah, sure, Megan huffed as she retreated into the confines of her mind. Little miss muggle helped YOU- the boy who lived- become stronger.
Don't kid yourself, Harry shook his head and motioned for her to join him on the log bench he had imagined into being and was now sitting on. I think you're one of the strongest people I've ever met.
Thanks. Megan smiled at him as she set down. Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Do you ever think we'll have anything that resembles a normal life? Megan looked down at her hands. Will we ever be able to live without looking over our shoulders or pretending to be somebody we're not? At first Harry didn't answer and simply stared ahead, his eyes scrunched in thought.
I guess it all depends on what you consider to be normal. Harry finally answered. If you mean no more Voldemort and Death-eaters constantly trying to kill us then yes, I think one day they'll be gone and we won't have to live in fear. I used to think that they'd always be around, always be lurking in the shadows trying to destroy my life, but I think I've been around you to long because I'm starting to believe that good really does always conquer over evil. Harry paused and looked over at Megan who smiled sheepishly.
What can I say? I'm just a happy ending sort of girl. She said with a bigger smile.
That's one of the reasons I like you so much, Harry smiled back before continuing his previous line of thought. But if you mean normal as in a white picket fence and a little dog in the backyard, then no, I don't think things will ever be THAT normal for us. But do you really want that? Megan looked at him and sighed.
No, not really, She agreed with a sad smile. I used to want to live a fast paced, exciting life. I just never wanted a dangerous life like yours.
I agree with you there. Harry returned her smile with a small one of his own. Sometimes I don't want my life either, but only sometimes. Most of the time I couldn't imagine it any other way. Even with all the bad things that have happened in my life, I wouldn't trade the good times for the world. Harry turned Megan so that she was facing him. Bright green eyes stared into deep brown ones.
You taught me that. His voice came out in a small whisper. Megan shivered slightly under his intense stare. There was something different in his eyes. She couldn't quite place it.
Harry? What's the matter? She asked, concern in her voice. She reached out her hand to touch his arm, to give support, but he caught it with his own hand before it could reach its mark. Megan froze, startled. Harry's eyes studied her hand quietly. His thumb gently caressed her skin. Megan shivered again at the unexpected gesture.
Maybe one day I'll tell you. Harry whispered dropping her hand reluctantly. Maybe one day it'll be alright. Maybe. Megan opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a call from the outside.
"Helena!"
She froze.
"Helena?"
You should go. Harry said. Megan paused then stood to leave. She took a step forward but turned abruptly around. She couldn't leave him like this, so sad, so broken.
Harry. She said stepping up to him. He looked up at her, confusion written across his face. Before he could speak, she pulled him up by his arms and into a tight hug. At first he stiffened in shock, and then relaxed and returned the embrace. Just remember that you're never alone. Never. She whispered in his ear. Harry bit his lip and nodded.
I'm going to go now. Megan said pulling away. Harry responded with another nod and stared after her as she walked away.
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"Helena?" Ron nudged the sleeping girl softly. When she didn't respond, he looked nervously around the room to make sure no one was around before bending down until his mouth was right beside her ear. "Megan?" The sleeping girl sprang to life, sitting straight up in bed causing her to head to crash into Ron's.
"UUHH!" Helena exclaimed as she gripped her head.
"Hell, you have a hard head!" Ron said as he clasped his own head.
"Well your head isn't exactly a pillow either." Helena retorted. "It was all your fault anyway, saying my real name like that. It scared the crap out of me!"
"Well you wouldn't wake up! And I didn't think shaking you and giving you another concussion was a good idea!" Ron said scowling.
"Oh just forget it," Helena sighed. "What did you need anyway?"
"Oh yeah! Mme. Pomfrey said you can leave now. The potion she gave you has almost completely healed the cut on your head. Plus she figured you would do better in you own room then here in the Hospital Wing." Ron said. "So I came to escort you back to your room. Hermione and Ginny are already there waiting on us. We're boycotting hanging out in the common room until those jerks apologize to you."
"Thanks but that's not really necessary." Helena said as she got up and began searching for her shoes. "But then again I guess I would be kinda hurt if you guys acted all buddy-buddy with them after that."
"BUDDY- BUDDY?" Ron exclaimed. "I've had to use every ounce of my will power plus some to keep from smashing their faces in!"
"Thank you!" Helena said hugging the fuming red head. "You have no idea how much that means to me."
"Aah..ah…you're we-welcome." Ron stammered turning pink as Helena pulled away. "I guess we better be going then."
"Then lets go!" Helena said pulling Ron out of the door and down the hall. "I hope you guys brought some food to my room because I'm starving!"
"Don't worry, I made sure there was plenty to eat." Ron said with a grin. "You have such a big appetite for a girl."
"I'm eating for two thank you very much!" Helena said with a huff.
"I wouldn't say that too loud or people are going to start think you really are pregnant." Ron hissed.
"Oh yeah, you're probably right. Wouldn't that be just joyful if that rumor started going around." Helena rolled her eyes. "Like I don't have enough problems already."
"Tell me about it." Ron agreed as they reached the portrait of the wild stallion.
"Home sweet home." Helena murmured with a smile after saying the password and ushering Ron into her room. She shut the door behind her and in a sense shut out the world that sought to break her, to crush what little sanity she had left and to send her spinning into an abyss of chaos. But the door would not hold forever and sooner or later she would have to face the forces that sought to bring her down. And the only question left was, could she handle it?
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