Summary: Looking at her, he thought that the war heroine needed a savior. "I'm not a hero." Hermione said in a choked voice. "In fact, I don't even know who I am anymore." "I'm here for you. If that helps." "You know what… I decided not to be Hermione Granger anymore. So you better move fast and confirm the rumor that the missing heiress, Amelia Jane Zabini is back." A grin crossed his face as she stood up in a regal fashion showing every bit of a pureblood that she really is.
From a different Angle
iloveapplejuice
It wouldn't be much of a difference if he talked to her right now. She wouldn't even care if he explained anything at all. And that is the sole reason why the boy who lived was glaring menacingly at his dinner as he sat gloomily in the Great Hall with his friends.
His friends, as you may say it, were looking at him with such curiosity that it unnerved his already tipsy mood more dangerously considering that he was quite grateful that they have stopped bombarding him with questions and unfounded accusations that made his temper unleash in the open. It was very hard indeed for him to cope up with situations like this that needed deep concentration and understanding for his mind has always been wandering off to another world he wish he truly belong to.
He stopped midway in eating a spoonful of porridge when he saw that the object of his thoughts was leaving the Hall with an expression of anxiety and hurt. He instantly dropped his spoon and picked up his bag to follow her, once again forgetting the wave of hunger he felt earlier after several days of 'fasting'.
His friends called out to him but he paid no heed as his heart overruled their protests. It was really hard for him to ignore them but in due time, he knows that they will surely understand all the things that had and has been happening for the past months and onwards. Right now, he believes that his duty is to his heart.
Friends are the ones who walk in when the rest of the world walks out.
Trying to avoid unruly first years he made his way to her side and carefully took her book bag and slung it over his shoulder. She tried to retrieve it but he just silenced her attempts by holding her hand and continued on walking without as so much of glancing at her. They went inside the empty greenhouse and straight ahead its back. As they reached the plant that has once been in the Gryffindor fifth year boys dormitory owned by Neville Longbottom, the plant, Mimbulus mimbletonia, stood proudly in front of them. Harry closed his eyes and tried to forget all the emotions that were threatening to spill out without his mind's permission. He opened his eyes to see that she also had her eyes closed and as he felt her tension ebbing away and finally gone, they both brought out their wands and tapped the plant thrice in its roots as they descended in to the floor and kneeled.
The plant uncovered itself with newfound glory as it spread its vines all around the glass wall sprouting newly bloomed flowers until it reached the ceiling. A moment passed as they waited silently and finally the statue of the four founders rose form beneath the shaking ground, slowly encircling both of the students and guarding them.
Three figures made their way beside Harry and her exchanging nods as to say sorry for their tardiness. Letting go of her hand, he brought out a necklace from his robe that was already fastened around his neck. Harry faced the founder that he represents, as well as the others, with her, being left in the middle. Together, they all whispered in the same moment as they pressed the pendant into the opened palms of each Originale, they whispered, "Thy Will Be Done."
Slowly the five of them were being carried underground together with the statues of the founders, they stopped for a second or two and they were now moving horizontally to the right and once again, their movement changed and they were brought up into the light.
The Secret Garden, as she calls it.
Harry made his way towards his favorite spot. A sturdy oak tree that sheltered him from the heat of the blaring sun. He unceremoniously dropped his bag and soon his tired body followed. He suppressed a groan as another person sat a little far away from him but close enough to question him about certain impending matters.
"Potter, how are we going to push through this?"
Harry looked at his companion and answered, "I don't know."
The young man looked at the other side of the small field and fixed his gaze at the only female present at the area. His expression was unreadable but Harry Potter could guess that the guy beside him was thinking along the lines of trying to find a plausible way of removing the girl out from their mission. A mission, on which they silently both agree that, is too much of a danger to be considering on letting the girl join.
"Should we do it?"
Stormy black eyes probed through Harry's green ones wanting to find an answer, but alas finding only confusion and despair in it, the boy raked his hands through his red hair, a habit in which he had gotten from the boy he was sitting with.
"Have you told Max?" Harry asked.
"No."
"We'll tell him tonight Smeath. Quidditch field at exactly ten minutes past eleven." Harry finalized.
"I'll inform Max and Fletchey about the meeting." At that Anthony Smeath stood and dusted his robes. "I'll be going then. Professor Sinistra wanted to discuss about something concerning the classroom confusion of her class with fifth years and some second years. Drats, I'm late."
"Better hurry then." A soft voice chuckled.
Both males turned to face the speaker. The light of the sun was shadowing her face and her chocolate-colored hair danced in a playful manner as the wind softly blew upon them. She sat down next to Harry and sighed as she covered her eyes with her hand to shield herself from the rays of the sun.
Harry observed her secretly not wanting to disturb her peaceful reverie. Her cheeks were flushed that always seems to amaze Harry knowing that it was because of her too much staying under the heat.
"Stop staring at me Potter." She stood up and grabbed her book bag. "I'm going to Potions and may I remind you to never stare at me again." With that, she left.
"Friends are the ones who walk in when the rest of the world walks out." Harry whispered to himself. "I won't go away, Mia. You stayed by my side even if a lot of people left me, people who never really cared."
Working duration[Random writing (September 30, 2006) revised (October 24, 2007)
Number of Words: (excluding the title and endnotes) 1,070
iloveapplejuice: I would like to apologize for the short chapter and late update.
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