What is this Magic

[ravenfel]

Hello.. everyone.. well.. in Heart of Darkness.. I've come across a rather tough spot.. I've lost my material.. and until I get it back.. I've decided to repost a few other things onto here. This one is my story about Ron and Harry.. and it's a Harry/Hermione story.. since i'm delusional and proud of it!!! along with some other implications too.. hope you like it!!!

BTW.. I wrote this BEFORE Half Blood Prince came out.

[ravenfel]

Chapter One: THE DREAM

A raven haired boy with a lightening shaped scar upon his forehead was running through the Department of Mysteries. He was small for his age of 16 and seemed even smaller against the shelves that surrounded him. They stood from floor to ceiling and contained thousands of tiny orbs, each emitting it’s own haunting light.

“He’s not here!” the boy growled in frustration as he reached row 97. Then his eyes widen as he remembered. “The Death Chamber! The Veil!” He turned and ran from the Hall of Prophecy into a round room that held nothing but doors leading to other parts of the Department.

The room began to spin and the boy’s frustration turned to anger. “NO!” he shouted. “SHOW ME THE VEIL!” The doors came to a sudden stop and the door to his left sprang open.

He looked in the room and there, on the dais in front of the Veil dueled Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange.

The boy began to run toward them, completely unaware of everything else that was happening around him, but someone grabbed him and held him back. He struggled against the arm that clasped him tight but he couldn’t break free. “NO! LET ME GO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! HE’S GOING TO DIE!”

“No Harry,” came the sad voice of Dumbledore. “I can not let you go.” Harry turned around to yell at him and instead of seeing Dumbledore, he saw that it was Professor Lupin who had a hold of him.

Just then Lupin disappeared and he was standing in front of the veil. The tattered curtain fluttered. “Harry. Harry. Help me Harry.” Came the voice of Sirius. Harry jumped through the Veil without a thought of where he would end up or even if he would die. He landed on his feet in a dusty old room with a chipped, crumbling alter and lying motionless on it was Hermione, draped in a white delicate looking cloth.

All thought of Sirius left his mind as Harry ran to her and ripped through the cloth to grab her hand. “Hermione! Hermione please don’t be dead.” Her hand felt cold as he brought it to his face. “I need you. I love you.”

Harry woke with a start, drenched in sweat, breathing as if he’d run the whole width of London without stopping. He looked around the dark room, assuring himself he was awake and in his own bed. He swung his legs off the side and sat there, running his hands viciously through his hair. “I can’t be in love with Hermione. I just can’t. She’s in love with Ron and he really likes her.” He thought over and over.

The sun began to rise and Harry sat there and listened as the Dursleys got up, one by one, and made their way to the kitchen for the morning meal.

Harry decided that he too should go downstairs and see what his Aunt and Uncle have in store for him to do today. He’d only been here three days and yet he’s already washed down the walls, whitewashed the fence, cleaned the walk, weeded the garden twice, washed Uncle Vernon’s car, and washed every single window in the house both inside and out. And still, they were coming up with more thing for him to do. He walked over to his trunk, which he hadn’t had time to unpack yet, and pulled out his last pair of clean socks. After putting them and his shoes on, he slumped down the stairs to the kitchen to face the Dursleys.

Uncle Vernon was at the table, nose in his morning paper. Dudley was watching a program on television. Aunt Petunia was slicing a grapefruit, since Dudley’s diet was still on, then she poured a Bran cereal into four bowls.

“Here.” she said glaring at Harry. “Put these on the table.” She roughly passed him the tray. “And try NOT to spill anything!”

“Yes, Aunt Petunia.” he said taking the tray to the table and unloading it. They ate in silence, Uncle Vernon grimacing at the grapefruit and Dudley still watching television. When everyone was finished, Harry began to clear away the table.

“When you’re done with the dishes, the garden needs to be weeded again, and this time do it properly, and the walk needs to be swept as well.” Aunt Petunia said glaring at him some more.

“Yes, Aunt Petunia.” was all he would say.

She looked at Uncle Vernon, who was once again behind his paper. “Vernon dear, I will be going to the store today. Is there anything you need?”

“No.” Uncle Vernon grunted behind his newspaper.

The doorbell rang and Dudley jumped up from the table. “I’ll get it! It’ll be Piers. We’ll be down the street.”

Aunt Petunia smiled as Dudley left the house, but as Harry watched the smile became haunted and he had a prickly sensation on the back of his neck. Ignoring it, he finished loading the dishwasher and went outside to start weeding the garden again.