Chapter 4: Is It True?
AN: What goes on people. Haven't updated in a while. Anyway here I am back with my beloved Microsoft Word, my trail ended and it was a pain to get it back, but I did. Anyway…again, here is the next chapter. There are a few things I would like to address. In my last chapter, my news article wasn't exactly the best. As someone said, it sounded like a whiny little girl. I want to apologize for that, it wasn't the best, but I'm not the best at that sort of thing.
Aside from that, Rita, as some of you guessed correctly, was one of the two mystery people. As for the second, many of you I am sure have figured, will make his appearance in this chapter. I won't tell you who t is; just know that he isn't too thrilled with the whole Harry/Hermione situation.
Disclaimer: I have no knowledge of ever owning Harry Potter, Alice in Wonderland, The Black Dagger Brotherhood: Lover Avenged or Disney. But if you were to look, you could find documentation at Gringotts.
As the two teen embraced, a flash of the ever recognizable jealousy that Ronald Weasley was prone to, spread across his face. As his stomach's train of thought went to the nearest available sausage, his mind went on a somewhat…different thought path.
This doesn't make any since. He thought as his fork penetrated the meat. She's mine. Not his. She should be hugging me like that. She should be finding comfort in my arms. Not his. He gets everything. Everything, and it's time I change that. Without another thought, he turned his thoughts to his plate, and the realization that he was still hungry, even though he was on his fourth helping.
"Hermione, are you still hungry." Harry asked his best friend.
"N-no. I'm fi-" Before she could finish, her stomach growled in protest.
"Looks like your stomach disagrees with your head. C'mon, let's finish breakfast." Without another word, Harry grabbed her hand, and walked her back to the table.
"Thank You." She whispered, not thinking that he would hear her.
"You're welcome." He whispered back, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'd do anything for you."
Because it was Saturday, the students had the day off. Thanks to this, Harry and Hermione could be found sitting under a tree at the Black Lake, enjoying the relaxation before the first task that was creeping up in a week's time.
"So what do you want to do?" Hermione asked, never looking up from the book in hands. Surprisingly, it wasn't her usual verse of Hogwarts: A History, but rather a muggle book. Alice in Wonderland to be exact. When Harry asked about it, she told him: 'It's not the Disney version, but the original.'
"Actually," Harry began, not looking up from his book. The book that caught Harry's attention was also read by the title: The Black Dagger Brotherhood: Lover Avenged, "I was wondering if you could come with me to see madam Pomfrey."
"For what?"
"I need to ask her about my eyesight." Without another word, Hermione dropped her book, and immediately knelt in front of Harry. She took her fingers and began examining his eyes.
"Is something wrong? Are your eyes giving your headaches? Do you think you're going blind? Harry, why didn't you say something sooner?" She yelled frantically as she hit him on his arm.
"Ow. Hermione I'm fine." He said as he continued laughing. "Nothing is wrong; I just wanted to ask her about magical contacts. I talked to Sirius earlier and he told me to ask Poppy. I wanted to see if I could get some." He assured her. Hermione began to attack him with her thick novel. This caused Harry to laugh harder.
"Hermione, what did I do. Ow that hurts. Ow Hermione." All of the laughing and hitting caused Harry to fall back onto the grass, Hermione on top of him, continuing her attack with literature.
"That was for having me worried. I thought you were going blind you…arse."
"I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't want you to worry." Harry said as his laughter started to die down.
"You better be sorry." She threatened. Her glare soon turned into a smirk, which turned into a smile, which ended in her laughing as well.
"Oh yeah. Get her Potter." a group of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor said as they walked by. That caused the laughing to go away completely, but did nothing for the two teen's smiles.
"C'mon, let's go get you those contacts." Hermione said as she pushed herself up. As she stood, she offered her hand to the young boy and pulled him up. Letting go of each other's hands, they picked up their books, and walked back to the castle.
"So what can I do for you Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked as the two teens made their way into the hospital room.
"I was wondering if I could get magical contacts ma'am." Harry replied.
"Oh? Well, do you mind I ask you why, I mean you've always had your glasses, why do you want contacts all of a sudden?"
"Well, this morning, I woke up in the common room and only saw blurriness, the same as every morning. I asked Sirius called me earlier and I asked him about them, seeing as it would be a total hassle if they fell off while I was in a duel or a fight and I couldn't see, anyway, he told me I should ask you about them. So here I am."
"Ah. I see. Well come, lay down on the bed." Harry laid down on the bed and waited for further instructions.
'Now, Mr. Potter, the spell for magical contacts is not very complicated, it will take ten minutes at the most to complete. However, you will feel some pain seeing as the spell is going to affect your sight. It will also make you sleep for a while. Two days to be exact. Once you wake up, I will give you further instructions on what to do. Ok?" The healer asked.
"Yes ma'am. I'm ready."
"Good. Now take off the glasses, close your eyes and we can begin." Harry did as he was told and promptly closed his eyes.
"Good. Now it will hurt a little." Or a lot she thought.
Ten minutes and a few slight screams later, and the spell was finished. Harry was sound asleep on the bed, having a dream of him being the main character in the book he was reading.
"Well Mrs. Granger. The spell is all done. He'll be fine."
"Ok. I just want to stay with him for a little while if that's ok?"
"Of course dear. You can stay for a while longer." Without another word, the healer walked into her office, closing the door behind her.
Hermione ran her hands through her best friend's hair, noticing something that she never knew. His hair doesn't feel like how I thought it would. Instead of being rough and filled with knots from not brushing, it's soft and silky. Hermione continued to run her fingers through his hair when a picture came to mind. He would look good like that. Hermione put the mental picture in a special file in her mind, a trick similar to a lesser version of Occulamency, and pulled out her book. Before she opened it, however, she noticed Harry's book. She picked it up and decided to read a few pages of it, to see what the book contained that had the power to get Harry Potter to read it. She turned to Chapter 1:
"The king must die."
Four single syllable words. One by one they were nothing special. Put together? They called up all kinds of bad shit: Murder. Betrayal. Treason.
Death.
In the thick moments after they were spoken to him, Rehvenge kept quiet, letting the quartet hang in the stuffy air of the study, four points of a dark, evil compass he was intimately familiar with.
"Have you any response?" Montrag son of Rehm said.
"Nope."
Montrag blinked and fiddled with the silk cravat at his neck. Like most members of the glymera, he had both velvet slippers firmly planted in the dry, rarified sand of his class. Which meant he was just plain precious, all the way around. In his smoking jacket and his natty pinstriped slacks and... shit, were those actually spats?... he was right out of the pages of Vanity Fair. Like, a hundred years ago. And in his myriad condescendions and his bright frickin' ideas, he was Kissinger without a President when it came to politics: All analysis, no authority.
Which explained this meeting, didn't it.
"Don't stop now," Rehv said. "You've already jumped off the building. The landing isn't getting any softer."
Montrag frowned. "I fail to view this with your kind of levity."
"Who's laughing."
A knock on the study's door brought Montrag's head to the side and he had a profile like an Irish setter. All nose. "Come in."
The doggen that followed the command struggled under the weight of the silver service she carried. With an ebony tray the size of a porch in her hands, she hustled the load across the room.
Until her head came up and she saw Rehv.
She froze like a snapshot.
"We take our tea here." Montrag pointed to the low slung table between the two silk sofas they were sitting on. "Here."
The doggen didn't move, just stared at Rehv's face.
"What is the matter?" Montrag demanded as the tea cups began to tremble, a chiming noise rising up from the tray. "Place our tea here, now."
The doggen bowed her head, mumbled something and came forward, putting one foot in front of the other like she was approaching a coiled snake. She stayed as far away from Rehv as she could, which was not far at all given the furniture arrangement, and after she put the service down, she was barely able to get the cups into the saucers.
When she went for the pot of tea, it was clear she was going to spill the shit all over the place.
"Let me do it," Rehv said, reaching out.
As the doggen jerked away from Rehv, her grip slipped off the pot handle and the tea went into free fall.
Rehv caught the blistering hot silver in his palms.
"What have you done!" Montrag said leaping out of his sofa.
The doggen cringed away, her hands going to her face. "I am sorry, master. Verily, I am—"
"Oh, shut up," Montrag snapped. "And get us some ice—"
"It's not her fault." Rehv calmly switched his hold onto the handle and poured. "And I'm perfectly fine."
They both stared at him like they were waiting for him to hop up and shake his bumper to the tune of ow-ow-ow.
He put the silver pot down and looked into Montrag's pale eyes. "One lump. Or two?"
"May I... may I not get you something for that burn?"
He smiled, flashing his fangs at his host. "I'm perfectly fine."
Hermione was completely sucked in and the first chapter wasn't even done.
"I'm definitely going to borrow this from him when he's finished." Hermione put the book down and picked up her book.
"I can't wait, only a few more chapters until I get to the next book." She said, thinking of the next book in the Alice series.
Soon, dinner time came around, and Hermione was pushed out of the Hospital wing. Making her way down to the great hall, Hermione ate dinner along with the rest of her house.
"Oi! Hermione, where's Harry?" Neville asked.
"He's in the Hospital wing."
"What happened to him?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing, he just decided to get something done. I can't tell you what because he wants it to be a surprise. But he'll be there until Monday morning." Hermione said.
"Oh. Well if it's nothing to worry about then ok." Ginny said as she went back to chatting with one of her dorm mates.
"Hey Hermione." A voice from behind her said. She turned and was met with the sight of Ron.
"Oh. Hello Ron." Hermione said briskly.
"You mind if I sit next to you."
"Sure. You're free to sit where ever you like." She said.
"Thanks." He said.
"Sure" She said. Dinner passed by in the same manner.
After seeing Harry once more, Hermione went to bed.
Soon, it was Monday morning, when Hermione sat down at the table in the great hall.
"So, today is when Harry gets out of the hospital wing." Hermione said to her friends.
"Cool. We should go see him after breakfast." Neville said.
"Sure." Hermione said. During their meal, however, their plans were shot down. With notice, the great hall's doors opened and a young boy walked through. The only indication that it was Harry was the green eyes and the prominent scar left from Voldemort's first bad attempt. As people looked at the young man making his way towards the Gryffindor table, Hermione's thoughts began to run.
I knew he would look better like that.
*YAH my first flashback.*
Hermione ran her hands through her best friend's hair, noticing something that she never knew. His hair doesn't feel like how I thought it would. Instead of being rough and filled with knots from not brushing, it's soft and silky. Hermione continued to run her fingers through his hair when a picture came to mind. He would look good like that. Her mind's eye was filled with a picture of Harry looking different. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail, with a little of his hair falling in his eyes. Which just so happened to be devoid of his usual spectacles.
*Flashback ends*
"Hey guys. Did you miss me?" Harry asked with a smile on his face.
'H-Harry?" Ginny Stuttered.
"Of course it's me. Who did you expect? Prince Charming?"
"Prince who?" She asked.
"Uh- no one. Anyway, I'm starving. Oh and thanks Hermione, I do look better like this. Thanks." Harry said as he began digging into his breakfast. Soon, the entire great hall began to eat again. But all of the girl's eyes, especially the eyes of a certain French witch, our favorite bookworm, and red head, kept moving back to Harry.
Oh yeah. It was a good idea. A damn good idea. Hermione thought as she began to finish her breakfast.
Soon, Friday afternoon came. But to Ron to put his plane into action. Ron went through the entire castle looking for Hermione. After ten minutes of searching, he was about to give up when he spotted the Brown haired beauty going up the stairs.
"HERMIONE!" Ron called as he ran up to her. Hearing her name, Hermione turned around and saw that it was Ron calling her.
"Yes Ron. What can I Help you with?" Hermione said in the brisk tone she adopted when Ron decided to abandon Harry.
"I wanted to tell you what I just found out."
"Look, I don't have time for the gossip that goes through the castle. Now it you'll excuse me." She said. She turned and began to walk up the stairs.
"Wait." He said as he grabbed her wrist. "It's not gossip, I witnessed it myself. And plus it's about Harry."
"What? Is something wrong? Where is he?"
"Hermione he doesn't want to see you anymore."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Malfoy came up to him earlier. He was cracking jokes about how he was changing to impress you. That's when he said…"
"Said what? What did he say? Tell me."
"He said that he wasn't doing it for a mud blood like you. That he only stays around you because he can use you later on." As he looked at Hermione, he could see tears forming.
"You-you're lying. He wouldn't say something like that. Harry is my best friend. He wouldn't."
"Hermione, I heard it myself. I was hiding behind the corner when it happened. I'm telling you the truth. Why would I lie to you, I'm your best friend."
"But he wouldn't. He wouldn't. He's my…we. Oh god I can't believe this." Hermione said as she broke down crying as she gave in to the lies of her jealous friend. Ron stepped up to her and hugged her.
"I'm so sorry Hermione."
"Hey, what's going on here?" Came a voice from behind Hermione. She turned around and was met with the sight of her…She didn't know what to call him anymore.
"As if you'd care." Hermione said as she pulled out of the hug and tried to run away. Harry grabbed her arm before she could get away.
"What's wrong? What did I do?" Harry asked, truly befuddled by the whole interaction.
"Don't you dare act like you don't know what happened!" Hermione yelled as she tried to pull away. Their argument began to attract a large crowd of people.
"'Mione I don't…"
"No. you don't get to call me that. You lost that right."
"But what did I do."
"You know what you did. Now stay away from me POTTER. Expelliarmus" Hermione shouted as she pulled out her wand and pointed it at Harry. The charm hit him in the chest and sent him flying down the staircase. Without looking back, Hermione ran away, tears streaming down her face. Harry picked himself off the floor and proceeded to run after her.
"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled. He took one step, and collapsed, the damage he took from the spell, falling down the stairs, and the pain he was feeling in his heart, he passed out."
I don't know what I did. But whatever it was, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Harry though as he let the darkness take over.
AN: Wow. My longest chapter yet. I hope you guys like it. I had some much fun writing this. YAHHHHHHHHHHHHh