`~...To forget...~`
A/N: Hello. Welcome to my fanfiction ... Please, by all means, continue reading. It may start off a bit dull, but there is a plotline, I promise you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, or characters. I do not own the names of the spells, or potions. I probably do not even own this plotline. It may have been done before, for all I know. Read for yourself and find out. Nearly everything belongs to J.K Rowling ... On with the story.
`~"...You hold the answers deep within your own mind..."~`
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The Dark Lord had been vanquished, and the entire Wizarding World were rejoicing because of it. The Dark Lord had been the most feared wizard, ever. That is, until, a teenager by the name of Harry Potter came along and defeated him. If you did not know the story of Harry Potter, then you would have thought this to be preposterous. ' How could a teenage boy defeat the Dark Lord?', you may ask. If you are thinking this, then you do not belong here because you are mostlikely a muggle. So go on then, shoo! Rude Muggle ... Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes, The Dark Lord had been defeated and everyone was rejoicing. Many witches and wizards did not hesitate to talk openly about it, even when Muggles were nearby. They didn't even hesitate when using their wands to send fireworks into the sky. I mean, what could possibly be wrong with fireworks that rained candy? Nothing.
Well, it wasn't wrong, or odd to them. But it was extremely startling for the Muggles ... It had taken the entire night for the Ministry of Magic to sort everything out, erasing the memories of shaken Muggles, and the like.
Once everything had calmed down, people went home. It did not take them long at all to fall asleep, for they felt safer then they ever had in a long, long time, knowing the Dark Lord was gone at last.
They did not have to live in fear anymore, did not have to make their children come in before dark, or worry about being awaken by the pain of the Cruciatus curse ... No, he was gone. They were safe at last.
Everyone felt at peace - except for the Dark Lord's followers who were being led off to Azkaban - And one boy. The boy that did not feel at peace just happened to be Harry Potter, the wizarding worlds saviour. He lay in the hospital wing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the dark, silent tears streaming down his face.
His entire body ached terribly, and he felt as if he could never move again. Madame Pomfrey, the school nurse, had insisted he only felt this way because he had used up alot of his energy, and that he would feel better soon.
Albus Dumbledore had agreed whole-heartedly with the nurse, telling Harry he had gone through more then a regular boy his age could possibly go through. But Harry wasn't crying because he was in pain. Besides, the pain was already starting to fade into a dull ache by now.
No, he was crying because he wanted to see his friends, Ronald Weasely and Hermione Granger. Harry had insisted on seeing his friends, but Madame Pomfrey had told him that would be impossible, and that he needed his sleep.
She had blown out the floating candles that lit up the Hospital wing, drawn the curtains over the windows closed, and went into her office, leaving Harry to himself. He didn't care. He didn't want to see anyone except for his friends, who Madame Pomfrey refused to let him see. Why? Why wouldn't she let him see them? He had just defeated the Dark Lord for crying out loud! The least she could do was let him see his friends. But no. She wouldn't have it.
"It isn't fair..." Harry groaned. He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't. Harry sighed, and laid back against the pillows, defeated. He wiped the tears from his cheeks, and then closed his eyes. He attempted to fall asleep, though he knew it was an impossible task. Creeeaak. Harry's eyes flew open and darted over to the Hospital Wing door, which was slowly creaking open. Harry felt panic rise in his chest. Who would be walking into the Hospital wing this early in the morning ... ?
"Harry?" Came a familiar voice.
"Ron? Ron!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't seen Ron in weeks, ever since ... No. He didn't want to remember that. "I'm right here ... "
Ron slowly entered the hospital wing. Ever since Harry had been kidnapped by Lord Voldemort, Harry had thought he would never see his best friend's red hair, or freckly face again. But here Ron was. Ron was alright, and so was Harry. And Voldemort was gone, dead. Harry smiled at Ron, glad to see him. "Wheres 'Mione?" Harry asked, calling Hermione the name that annoyed her most.
Ron smiled slightly. "She's right here, with me ... " He said. Sure enough, Hermione Granger stepped into the Hospital Wing.
"Oh, Harry! Are you alright? I was so worried, I ... " Hermione cried. She ran over to Harry's bedside and flung her arms around him. "I thought I'd never see you again." She said softly.
"It's alright, Hermione... I'm here. I'm okay." Harry said, patting Hermione lightly on the back. "But ... Uh ... Could you do me a favor and let me ... Let me breathe?" Harry asked. Hermione, realizing she was hugging Harry a little too tightly, released him.
"Sorry, Harry. I was just so worried ... " Hermione said quickly, trying to compose herself again.
"We both were." Ron added, but he did not hug Harry. It wasn't a very manly thing to do, after all. But Harry knew Ron had been worried just as much as Hermione had, it showed clearly in his eyes. "Are you feeling alright?" Ron asked.
"I'm fine." Harry assured him. "Just a bit sore ... So, how are you two doing?" Harry asked.
Ron opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off when Madame Pomfrey entered the Hospital Wing. Harry looked towards the nurse, feeling slightly guilty. Madame Pomfrey had said his friends couldn't visit him ... But here they were. Would she bad mad? "Mr. Potter, just who are you talking to?" She asked.
"I'm talking to Ron and Hermione." Harry said softly. Something flashed in Madame Pomfrey's eyes. Was it anger? No. It wasn't anger. Harry wasn't sure what it was.
"No one is here, Mr. Potter." Madame Pomfrey said in her usual brisk tone of voice.
"Yes, there i - " Harry stopped short when he looked in Ron and Hermione's direction. "Huh?" He cried.
They were gone.
A/N: Hello. Welcome to my fanfiction ... Please, by all means, continue reading. It may start off a bit dull, but there is a plotline, I promise you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, or characters. I do not own the names of the spells, or potions. I probably do not even own this plotline. It may have been done before, for all I know. Read for yourself and find out. Nearly everything belongs to J.K Rowling ... On with the story.
`~"...You hold the answers deep within your own mind..."~`
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The Dark Lord had been vanquished, and the entire Wizarding World were rejoicing because of it. The Dark Lord had been the most feared wizard, ever. That is, until, a teenager by the name of Harry Potter came along and defeated him. If you did not know the story of Harry Potter, then you would have thought this to be preposterous. ' How could a teenage boy defeat the Dark Lord?', you may ask. If you are thinking this, then you do not belong here because you are mostlikely a muggle. So go on then, shoo! Rude Muggle ... Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes, The Dark Lord had been defeated and everyone was rejoicing. Many witches and wizards did not hesitate to talk openly about it, even when Muggles were nearby. They didn't even hesitate when using their wands to send fireworks into the sky. I mean, what could possibly be wrong with fireworks that rained candy? Nothing.
Well, it wasn't wrong, or odd to them. But it was extremely startling for the Muggles ... It had taken the entire night for the Ministry of Magic to sort everything out, erasing the memories of shaken Muggles, and the like.
Once everything had calmed down, people went home. It did not take them long at all to fall asleep, for they felt safer then they ever had in a long, long time, knowing the Dark Lord was gone at last.
They did not have to live in fear anymore, did not have to make their children come in before dark, or worry about being awaken by the pain of the Cruciatus curse ... No, he was gone. They were safe at last.
Everyone felt at peace - except for the Dark Lord's followers who were being led off to Azkaban - And one boy. The boy that did not feel at peace just happened to be Harry Potter, the wizarding worlds saviour. He lay in the hospital wing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the dark, silent tears streaming down his face.
His entire body ached terribly, and he felt as if he could never move again. Madame Pomfrey, the school nurse, had insisted he only felt this way because he had used up alot of his energy, and that he would feel better soon.
Albus Dumbledore had agreed whole-heartedly with the nurse, telling Harry he had gone through more then a regular boy his age could possibly go through. But Harry wasn't crying because he was in pain. Besides, the pain was already starting to fade into a dull ache by now.
No, he was crying because he wanted to see his friends, Ronald Weasely and Hermione Granger. Harry had insisted on seeing his friends, but Madame Pomfrey had told him that would be impossible, and that he needed his sleep.
She had blown out the floating candles that lit up the Hospital wing, drawn the curtains over the windows closed, and went into her office, leaving Harry to himself. He didn't care. He didn't want to see anyone except for his friends, who Madame Pomfrey refused to let him see. Why? Why wouldn't she let him see them? He had just defeated the Dark Lord for crying out loud! The least she could do was let him see his friends. But no. She wouldn't have it.
"It isn't fair..." Harry groaned. He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't. Harry sighed, and laid back against the pillows, defeated. He wiped the tears from his cheeks, and then closed his eyes. He attempted to fall asleep, though he knew it was an impossible task. Creeeaak. Harry's eyes flew open and darted over to the Hospital Wing door, which was slowly creaking open. Harry felt panic rise in his chest. Who would be walking into the Hospital wing this early in the morning ... ?
"Harry?" Came a familiar voice.
"Ron? Ron!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't seen Ron in weeks, ever since ... No. He didn't want to remember that. "I'm right here ... "
Ron slowly entered the hospital wing. Ever since Harry had been kidnapped by Lord Voldemort, Harry had thought he would never see his best friend's red hair, or freckly face again. But here Ron was. Ron was alright, and so was Harry. And Voldemort was gone, dead. Harry smiled at Ron, glad to see him. "Wheres 'Mione?" Harry asked, calling Hermione the name that annoyed her most.
Ron smiled slightly. "She's right here, with me ... " He said. Sure enough, Hermione Granger stepped into the Hospital Wing.
"Oh, Harry! Are you alright? I was so worried, I ... " Hermione cried. She ran over to Harry's bedside and flung her arms around him. "I thought I'd never see you again." She said softly.
"It's alright, Hermione... I'm here. I'm okay." Harry said, patting Hermione lightly on the back. "But ... Uh ... Could you do me a favor and let me ... Let me breathe?" Harry asked. Hermione, realizing she was hugging Harry a little too tightly, released him.
"Sorry, Harry. I was just so worried ... " Hermione said quickly, trying to compose herself again.
"We both were." Ron added, but he did not hug Harry. It wasn't a very manly thing to do, after all. But Harry knew Ron had been worried just as much as Hermione had, it showed clearly in his eyes. "Are you feeling alright?" Ron asked.
"I'm fine." Harry assured him. "Just a bit sore ... So, how are you two doing?" Harry asked.
Ron opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off when Madame Pomfrey entered the Hospital Wing. Harry looked towards the nurse, feeling slightly guilty. Madame Pomfrey had said his friends couldn't visit him ... But here they were. Would she bad mad? "Mr. Potter, just who are you talking to?" She asked.
"I'm talking to Ron and Hermione." Harry said softly. Something flashed in Madame Pomfrey's eyes. Was it anger? No. It wasn't anger. Harry wasn't sure what it was.
"No one is here, Mr. Potter." Madame Pomfrey said in her usual brisk tone of voice.
"Yes, there i - " Harry stopped short when he looked in Ron and Hermione's direction. "Huh?" He cried.
They were gone.