Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. J.K. Rowling does.
The Tears of Doom: A Harry Potter fanfic
Chapter 2
A Continuation of HBP
Back at the Burrow, Hermione had thrown herself onto her bed, sobbing. She was not used to seeing death right in the face.
Ron, the one who has an emotional range of a teaspoon, went back into his room silently.
Harry headed to Hermione's room and sat next to her on the bed. "Don't cry, Hermione." Harry whispered softly, wiping her tears away gently with his fingers.
Once again, Hermione flung her arms around Harry and cried. This time, Harry was painfully aware of her warm body pressed against his. Harry's cheeks flushed and wild thoughts ran through his head.
For a moment, Harry considered telling Hermione that he had had a crush on her for a long time but he pushed it out of his head.
Gently, Harry pulled away.
Hermione looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Why did she have to die?"
"I don't know…" muttered Harry. Harry had been thinking about that too.
The Death Eaters showed no sign of wanting to capture him. It looked like their purpose was to eliminate Fleur. They probably might have tortured Harry too if he hadn't done the Luck Charm.
Harry, like Snape, had taken up the habit of inventing spells. The only one he had managed to come up with is the Luck Charm. Harry described it as "Felix Felicis in spell form."
The Luck Charm lasted only for 5 seconds. But that was usually long enough to ensure a victory. And like Felix, if used in excessive amounts, recklessness will occur.
Harry observed Hermione's pretty, tear-streaked face for a moment and put his arm around her shoulder. "It'll be okay, Hermione." Harry said solemnly, "We'll get Voldemort to pay the price…"
Hermione nodded, still hiccuping from her tears. She snuggled up onto Harry's broad trained-by-Quidditch chest and fell asleep.
After 15 minutes, Harry looked at Hermione and gently slipped out of the room.
"How's Hermione?" Ron demanded the moment Harry entered the room.
"She's ok… Just a bit shocked." Harry said, lying on his bed.
Ron glanced at the expression on Harry's face. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I guess so… Just a little confused…" Harry said, thinking about Hermione.
Ron shrugged and made no further enquiries.
After a long period of silence, Ron said, "Blimey, Harry! It's Rufus Scrigemour!"
Harry scrambled to the window. Sure enough, Rufus was walking down the dirt path towards the Burrow.
Just as Harry had fled to the kitchen, Rufus came striding through the open door. "Harry, Harry, Harry… Sit down. We need to have a chat."
"Harry," Rufus began when Harry had sat down beside him. "It is to my knowledge that you were present when Fleur Delacour died."
Harry said nothing but continued to look at a scratch on the table.
"We find this murder highly suspicious. We suspect that it has something to do with the Goblet of Fire which, coincidentally, has been stolen by Death Eaters."
Harry looked up.
"We also suspect that this has something to do with the Triwizard, or should I say Quadruple-wizard, Tournament. We have solid evidence because, as of now, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum are dead."
Harry was shocked but he managed to recuperate from it. "Viktor is dead?" Harry asked again.
The Minister nodded.
"Say no more." Declared Harry. He stood up, knocking the chair over in the process.
"There has been enough mention of the word Death in this house today. Please leave, Minister." Harry said, pointing towards the open door.
Rufus glared at him, slightly shocked at the insolence displayed. But stalked off away in the bright afternoon sun, his cloak billowing behind him…
Mr and Mrs Weasley were out with the rest of the family, except Ron, to prepare for the funeral.
Harry went back up to Hermione's room to find that she was still sleeping. He sat down on the chair and looked at her pretty features.
At that moment, Hermione opened her eyes slowly. Harry blushed, having been caught staring.
Hermione smiled at him gently. Harry's voice seemed to choke.
"Hi, Hermione…" He managed to say. "Are you feeling better now?"
Hermione gave him an odd sort of smile and motioned him over to sit on the bed with her.
When Harry had done so, Hermione whispered in his ear, "I'm feeling much better… Thanks…"
Harry grinned at her, his heart pounding. Should he tell her now? He wondered.
No. He decided… Voldemort might use her against him.
That night, as Harry pulled the blanket over himself, he wished that he had a lack of emotions… If not, he wouldn't have so much to worry about…
End of chapter 2
Author's note: Sigh… Disappointed with myself… A lousy chapter… Either way, please review…