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Chapter 4: Revelations
Harry Potter woke up on September the first to a many explosions inside his room, and a hand on his shoulder. He looked to see Ron shaking him awake, and his stomach glowing every few seconds.
"Never take anything Fred or George send you. They sent me what I thought were Chocolate Frogs, are actually their new invention, Frog Hoppers."
Harry laughed as one big explosion blasted through the room, and Ron's stomach glowed white, "I already knew that fact, now get out and let me get dressed."
"Alright, hurry up with that though. Mum's on a warpath, wanting us to move faster, we have to leave in fifteen minutes."
"Ok, I'll be there in a minute."
Harry got dressed as quickly as he could, and ran downstairs. Mrs. Weasley had charmed the trunks to fly outside the night before, remembering what had happened last year in Grimmauld place.
He grabbed a quick piece of toast and ran out to where the car was already started, and ready to move out of the driveway, "Harry! Come on, let's go!" Mr. Weasley said, having to yell over the car engine, as well as Ron and Ginny's argument in the back seat.
Harry got into the expanded back seat, right next to Hermione, who was reading Hogwarts, A History.
"Don't you ever get tired of that book, Hermione?" Ron asked, looking over Ginny.
"Oh, this is the revised edition. It's updated every ten years."
Ron looked quizzically at her, and turned back to the argument he and Ginny were having.
Hermione was reading the last few pages of the book. It talked more about the last five years, and Harry Potter's coming to Hogwarts. She was reading about their adventure with the sorcerer's stone, and what a load of rubbish it was. God, I thought the people who wrote this were intelligent. She thought. How can this talk about Harry fighting off twenty trolls alone? It's hard fighting one!
Harry was reading over her shoulder, and stifling a laugh at what she was reading. He looked down at her to see she was doing the same thing. Harry looked out the window, at the playing children in the street. Harry's mind had lost its happiness.
They don't know what's going on. They don't know what kind of dangers are out there. They don't know about us. He thought. Things are getting out of hand, people are dying left and right, and people don't realize that something is going on. How is that possible?
Harry fell asleep during the ride. Watching everything put him to sleep.
Harry was sending stunning curses at the group of death eaters that had attacked the auror training camp. Ron and Hermione were standing right beside him. He looked to his left to see Bill Weasley doing the same thing, and then get struck in the head by a beam of red light. He was out cold.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, sending red light at the death eaters. The spell hit one of them and four advanced.
"For every one we knock out, four replace them! There's no way we can win!" Ron bellowed, just before a red light hit his leg, and formed a very big hole in it. Hermione stunned him as he fell, so she and Harry could concentrate on the battle, and to get rid of his pain for the moment.
They continued to send spells at the death eaters. One of the stepped forward. Harry heard the death eater mutter, "reducto!"
Harry couldn't move. His feet were planted to the ground. The curse was flying at his head, it was going to kill him. Just before it struck, Harry saw long black hair fly in front of him that resembled a person. It took the spell in the stomach and flew into Harry, knocking him back a few feet. The person rolled off of Harry as they collided with the ground.
Harry crawled over to the person to see Cho Chang holding her stomach.
"Cho!" he cried. He lifted the hand that was over her stomach, to see a very large hole in it. Cho winced in pain as air hit her wound. Harry replaced her hand with his, and grabbed one of her hands with her other one. He held it as tightly as he could. Both wands lay forgotten beside her.
"Cho! Are you alright?!" He cried.
"Harry," she choked out, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I, I should've listened to what you were saying. I didn't think your scar let you see what V - Vol - Voldemort was doing. I'm sorry."
"Shh. Be quiet. I don't care about that right now. Cho, you're going to be alright."
"You- you and I both know that isn't true."
"It is, Cho. I'll get you back. Cho, I l-"
"Don't say it. You and I both know that isn't true either. Maybe for me to you, but not from you to me."
"What do you mean?"
Cho started to choke. The words were soft and nearly inaudible.
"I…love…you."
Tears streamed down both of their faces. Harry kissed her on the forehead. Cho choked on her last few breaths, then her eyes rolled backwards into their sockets, her eyelids closed, and the last of her life left Cho's body, and let it lay limp on the ground.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed, and the world ripped in two.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed aloud. He looked around to see Mr. Weasley pulling into a parking spot at the King's Cross parking lot. Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley were staring at him.
"Harry, dear, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, opening his door. Mr. Weasley got trolleys for all of them, and they all went inside, heading for the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
"Alright, Ron and Hermione, you three go first!" Mr. Weasley said. Mrs. Weasley held a hand on his shoulder.
"Mrs. Weasley?"
She took something out of her pocket. It was Harry's wand. He took it back and stared at it.
"Harry," she said, "I want you to look past this. I know you loved her, but I want you to move on, and let go of your pain." Mrs. Weasley had tears in her eyes as she gave him a hug that took the breath out of him. He wished no one was in the station at that moment, for the back of his eyes were stinging, tears ready to spill out. She let go of him, and Harry walked through the barrier.
Ron and Hermione waited for him to come through, and started walking to the train, which was billowing smoke.
The trio talked with each other towards the train. Harry saw fellow six years Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, walking along, debating if Soccer of Quidditch was better.
"I'll find us a compartment." Ron said, leaving Harry and Hermione.
While he went to the back of the train, Harry and Hermione went to the front, towards the Prefect's compartment. They got there and loaded their stuff into a cupboard above the compartments, and waited for the head boy and girl.
A few minutes later, The Head Girl, Needa Kirington, one of Cho's friends from Ravenclaw, and the Head Boy, Pucey Singlewall, from Slytherin, walked into the compartment, and looked at all of the prefects.
"Alright you inferior minds," said Pucey with a growl, looking at Hermione. She stared back at him with determination, "I don't see why you sorry sods are prefects, especially this Gryffindor mudblood," He said again, nodding at Hermione. All of the prefects looked at him with disbelief, and Needa walked over and smacked him across the face.
"You don't EVER call anyone that! How could you! That is not behavior for a head boy!"
"But it is a behavior for a Slytherin. You want to change that, tough."
"Alright, all we have to do is help the teachers keep the students in line. Misuse of this ability will result in removal of your title. You need to keep and eye on the train, but you only need to do this for a few minutes during the ride. You may go."
"Thanks, Needa." Hermione said.
"'Mione, you go on ahead, I need to talk to Needa for a few moments."
"Alright."
Harry walked over to where Needa was sitting.
"Needa, I need to talk to you."
"I DON'T NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" she shrieked. Harry backed away, afraid, "YOU'RE THE REASON WHY SHE'S DEAD! IF YOU HADN'T GONE TO THAT CAMP, SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
"Nee-"
"DON'T TALK TO ME! I DON'T WANT YOUR EXPLANATIONS! JUST GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Harry's face darkened. All the sadness, anger, and depression was threatening to come out of him.
"YOU THINK I DON'T MISS HER?! YOU DON'T THINK THAT I HAVEN'T HAD THE WORST SUMMER EVER IMAGINABLE?! YOU THINK I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP WITHOUT SEEING CHO'S FACE? I WAS IN THE WOODS, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, WITH A KNIFE, HOLDING IT TO MY WRISTS, TRYING TO KILL MYSELF BECAUSE OF IT! YOU THINK I HAVEN'T BEEN DEPRESSED? YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AT ALL!"
He walked out of the compartment, slamming the compartment door, breaking the glass in the door. Needa sat there, startled at his outburst, and realized he was facing the same pain as her. She stood up, following him.
Harry walked down the train, looking for Ron and Hermione, when he ran smack into Draco Malfoy.
"Do watch where you're going, Potter."
"Do get a personality, Malfoy."
"What? Just because I don't try to save people everyday, that means I don't have a personality? Or, is it because," Malfoy paused for a second, "I don't kill myself to get attention?"
"Back off, Malfoy, or I will do something to get my title stripped away."
Harry turned around to see Needa, behind him, pointing her wand at Draco.
"You wouldn't dare!" Malfoy yelled.
"I would, now leave Harry alone. You have no idea what he has been through."
"You don't know that!"
"Oh, I do, cousin. I do know that nobody close to you has died, and that you have never had a girlfriend in your life. I know one other secret of yours, but I'll save that for later. Now get out of here!"
"FINE!" he screamed, and ran towards the back of the train.
"Harry, I'm sorry for screaming at you, It's just-"
"Needa, I understand completely how you felt. You probably didn't have the nightmares I had, but you still lost your best friend. Of course you were in pain."
"What nightmares did you have?"
"Every time I went to sleep, I saw her dying. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see her face." He stopped, not daring to say what he wanted to say. Every time I go to bed, I hear her last words echoing through my head. He thought.
"I truly am sorry, Harry. But during the summer, I had no one to talk to. None of my friends were sending me anything, and my parents didn't understand what I was going through, they just thought I should move on."
"Who are your parents? You called Malfoy your cousin back there."
"My mum is the sister to Lucius Malfoy, but we never speak to them. They think my mum's a disgrace to the family for marrying a muggle-born man. I only know about this from what my dad's told me."
Harry nodded, understanding her hatred, knowing what the Malfoy's were, and know that she was a part of that family.
"Well, I need to get my patrolling done, so I can get to see Ron and Hermione on this trip." He said with a bit of awkwardness to his voice.
"Yeah, I'll see you then." She said with the same feeling in it. Maybe it's awkward because of what happened. He thought. Harry walked to the compartment that Ron had saved for them. When he got there, things weren't all too good between Ron and Hermione.
"I can't see why we can't get back together!" Ron said, his temper rising.
"We tried this, It didn't work!"
"We can make it work!"
"We tried that too!"
"Well you didn't try hard enough!"
"You see!! Whenever we talk about this, you always blame me for the end of our relationship! I did try!"
"Well you did end it!! You broke up with me!! It was you!!"
"If you hadn't said what you said, I probably wouldn't have done that!"
The memory of their last fight was still fresh in her mind, as well as every person in the common room that day. Repairing charms had to be done on the whole of the common room after the fight had turned it into World War three.
"Listen, 'Mione, I take all that I said back. I'm-"
"You can't just say 'I'm Sorry' and have everything go back to normal! What you said actually hurt Ron!"
"It couldn't have hurt that much!!"
"Well, it did, Ron! You don't know what it is like, but when you said that, our relationship was over! We are just friends now! Just like we were back before all of this happened!"
She stood up, and started to leave. Ron grabbed her left wrist and held on tightly. Hermione's face looked like previous memories were about to be revisited, and used her right hand to smack Ron hard across the face.
Ron was hit so hard that his head flew into the wall, knocking him out. He had still not have let go of her wrist, and pulled Hermione with him. She body checked the wall, and slumped into a chair.
She started to cry. Ron didn't know what it was like. Didn't know how she had felt when Viktor had tried. She looked at the door to see Harry standing there, a look of shock on his face.
Harry stood there, looking at what had happened. Normally, anyone who hadn't been through what she had been through would have been given detention. But knowing from what happened to her last summer, Harry knew how it had all started.
Hermione had told him the second day back to school in their fifth year. She told him exactly what happened. Why, was the part he could never figure out.
He held his arms out, ready to comfort her, just as he always did after one of Ron and Hermione's fights. She stood up and hugged him, crying into his shoulder, Harry muttering soothing things into her ear for the rest of the train ride.