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Chapter Nine: Magical Mishaps, and Lost Letters
***Saturday Afternoon***
Coming through the back doors to the building, Harry knocked on his own front door.
"Wow, this is weird. Normally I answer this door, not knock on it. Why is the floor so shiny?"
"It's water. Hmm, curious. Why aren't they answering?" Hermione asked.
Harry knocked again. After 10 more minutes they left the building through the front doors. Ron and Luna were standing with the Magical Mess Squad the Ministry had only recently assembled.
"What's going on?" Harry asked Ron.
"Well mate, something happened………"
"What do you mean `something happened'?" Harry asked, trying his hardest to stay as calm as possible.
"Well, the last time we visited Fred and George they promised to curse something of ours as a prank test. Well when we never got it, we thought they never did anything." He started to explain.
"Keep going. What happened?" Hermione insisted.
"Well," Luna started this time, "Ronald was searching for the exploding snap cards to play a solitary game, and Boom!"
"Boom? What the hell is BOOM?!" Harry, well, boomed.
"Boom. Hmm, well Boom is my brothers rigging my cards to make a massive explosion when played with. I'm sorry Harry, but my brother's blew up your flat."
Harry's face froze. Hermione was getting really worried when, after about 5 minutes, he didn't say a single word. Then, he finally opened his mouth.
"You blew up everything? My broomstick? My photos of mum and dad? Of you and Hermione? MY WAND!?" he screamed.
"Calm down, mate. We grabbed a few things before the Mess blokes over here chucked us out." Ron said handing him a box.
Harry started looking through the contents of the box. He found his wand, the photo album (with the cover a little singed on the edges), a few other pictures of Ginny, Ron and the other Weasley's, his semester plans and outlines for his class, and his briefcase with his school papers still in tact.
The last thing he saw at the bottom was a letter. A letter he had written to Hermione 3 months after the Final Battle occurred about seven and a half years ago. It said how much she meant to him, how much he needed her, how much he truly loved her. He was so afraid to give it to her that he stashed it away in one of the walls of his flat hoping to never see it again.
If Hermione ever got a hold of it, well it's not that he didn't want her to know, he just didn't want her to know and not feel the same way back. He was so scared, even more scared then when he was face-to-face with Voldemort.
I should've burned the damn thing. Why did I keep it? He thought to himself.
"Harry? Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
He came out of his reverie and looked Hermione in the eyes, which was a big mistake. He knew that if he ever did that it would take him eternity to look away, but with great difficulty he looked back at the bottom of the box and quickly covered the letter before Hermione could spot it.
"Yeah I'm good." He stated in a fake-happy voice.
"Thanks much Ron, Luna." He told them.
"Anytime, mate. We're going to go to the Burrow and stay with mum and dad. They said they didn't mind. Thanks much for letting us stay in your flat while it lasted. Come visit sometime though, mum misses you two." Ron explained.
"Yah, well we gotta get home. Come on Harry. Bye Ron, Luna. Love you guys." Hermione grabbed Harry by the arm and started leading him to her flat just down the street.
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"Herm-"
"It's okay Harry. You can stay at my place until you find a new one of your own. Don't fret about it. You just need some rest right now."
Harry nodded and walked up the stairs and into her living room. He set the box on the kitchen counter, taking out his wand and putting it into his back pocket. Hermione went to the cabinet and pulled out a bag of chips, offering them to Harry who declined.
She turned around to put the chips back up, when Harry tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around, he grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug. He started stuttering.
"Harry? What's wrong, Harry?" she asked kindly.
He mumbled something, but Hermione couldn't really make it out.
"What?" she asked again.
"T-Thank you for e-everything……" he looked at her, careful to avoid her beautiful and captivating eyes. "I thought I lost those pictures of mum and dad." He gave her a weak smile.
"You didn't. I would've tried to fix them any way I could if they had been ruined. Don't worry too much about it Harry. Go take a nap, get some sleep and I'll order some dinner." She insisted.
He nodded, gave her a peck on the cheek and went into their bedroom. She sighed a deep sigh, and picked up the menu once more.
She moved the box that Harry placed upon the dining table, and set it on the couch.
I wonder what he was staring at for so long…… she wondered. She shifted the objects in the box and found the letter at the bottom.
Why would he hide a letter? Should I read it? No, it's Harry's and it's none of my business……
Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the letter. She gasped when she noticed it was written to her roughly seven years ago. She started reading, and this is what it said:
Hermione,
There are no words to say how much you mean to me. I can't write it, or say it. I can only feel it. I am wishing and hoping that in some way you feel the same, but I won't give my own hopes up for it. I love you, more than you will ever know.
I cannot send this letter because I am afraid. Afraid that if you ever found out that you would hate me, or in worst case, never speak to me again and I would forever lose you. My heart wouldn't handle that very well.
I will keep my distance in order to keep you. I cannot lose you. Why I am even writing all of this to an invisible person mystifies me, but I need to write this down so I will never forget you. I will never forget the love I feel for you, and hope that you will feel that way about me some day.
I love you Hermione Jane Granger, never forget that. I love you, and I can't say it enough. It will never satisfy me unless you know it, but you never will. I must stop before my heart breaks with these words. They are the truth, and may you never forget.
Love, Harry
Hermione slowly set the letter down, and stared into the fireplace.
He loves me…………
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