Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Bad Wish ❯ The Interpretation ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter 10: The Interpretation

Harry woke up later that morning sweaty and tangled up in the bed sheets. “Was that really a dream?” Harry shook his head, it felt more like a vision that he had before, like the ones with Voldemort and Wormtail, but the girl from his dreams was there. “Voice?” Nothing, Harry had hoped that with the girl returning the voice would to.

“Damn Harry what the hell happened to you?” Devin was up and saw Harry, he looked pale and had sweat stains on his sheets.

“Nothing, bad nightmare, dream, something like that.” Harry thought about changing out of his sweaty clothes but he didn't want to get clean ones dirty. “I'm skipping running, I need a shower.” Harry went to the Prefect Bathroom and cleaned up trying not to think about the dream, or vision, from last night. Getting back to the Common Room Harry didn't feel like going to breakfast, or class, or anywhere but where Ron was. Harry wanted to hunt Ron down, make him pay for what he did, and see if he was telling the truth about his parents. Could his parents really be alive? But the Necronomicon, it didn't work when he did it, the Earth didn't shake, and even if it did work why Voldemort hadn't tried earlier Harry couldn't figure out.

“Harry you ok?” Hermione had seen Harry rubbing his temples, looking like he had a headache.

“Yes Mione just thinking about something.”

“My birthday? You already gave me enough stuff and you already celebrated it the first time, don't worry about it.”

“It's not about you Mione, and I know that, why I didn't get anything for you.” Yet, Harry had been talking to Dobby; Harry wanted something that wasn't from money but from his heart.

“Oh.” Not what Hermione had expected to hear, or wanted to hear. She liked it when Harry got her something, even if it was too much.

“Sorry Mione I had a bad dream last night.” Or vision, Harry wasn't sure what it was, yet. Dumbledore should know, maybe, if it was a dream or vision, but what if he read his mind and found out about other things, things he wasn't supposed to know? “I need to talk to Dumbledore; I'll see you in class Mione.” Harry left the Common Room heading towards Dumbledore's office, or what use to be Dumbledore's office.

“Gumdrop? Licorice Wand?” Harry tried and tried other candy names when they opened in the middle of Harry thinking and Professor McGonagall came out.

“Harry what are you doing?” Professor, Headmaster McGonagall, was confused by Harry being there.

“I was trying to get through so I could talk to Dumbledore.” Harry realized his mistake; Professor McGonagall was the Headmaster now, not Dumbledore. “Sorry, I need to talk to him and forgot he doesn't have his office here anymore.” Harry was embarrassed and really needed to talk to Dumbledore.

“Alright Harry go on, his new office is next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.” Harry walked away then ran when he got far enough away from Professor McGonagall.

Getting to the DADA Room he went to the next door knocking on it. “Come in Harry.” Harry didn't know how Dumbledore knew he was coming but went in and saw Dumbledore was talking to someone else, Jim. “You need to hope Jim, but please if you need to talk again just come down.” Jim stood up and walked out, flinching when he got close to Harry.

“He doesn't blame himself for the loss does he?” It was Jim's first game and he lost, had to be feeling horrible, but enough to talk to Dumbledore?

“No he misses his family; he isn't use to being here.” Dumbledore motioned to a chair so Harry sat down.

“Oh, isn't he a 3rd year?” Maybe his family was really nice, unlike Harry, Jim probably didn't think of Hogwarts as an escape from home.

“He is but he was,” Dumbledore looked for the right word, “home schooled, and his Mother is sick.” Harry looked down at his feet feeling sorry for Jim, Harry never had to worry about his Mother, until now. “What is troubling you Harry?” Harry tried to clear his mind, yes he wanted to talk but there were some things Dumbledore didn't need to know about.

“It's about Ron, I think.” How to explain the dream, or vision? “I had a vision, like the one I use to get of Voldemort, but it was Ron, he talked to me, he taunted me, and he had something.”

“Harry it was more than a vision it was a connection, one that only people who are truly close to each can make, it seems another reason why Voldemort wanted young Ron.”

“But Voldemort has done it before, last year, he talked to me like that, but it wasn't as clear. I'm not close to Voldemort, I hate him!”

“Yes Harry but there is a connection from what happened when you were younger, when he attacked your family. What was it he had Harry?”

“My parents.” This caught Dumbledore off guard, what did Harry mean? “They were alive, but they can't be, it didn't work.” Harry didn't want to mention that, the spell he used; it was illegal, according to Hermione. But now it was to late, and Dumbledore might know something.

“Well we both know that it wasn't them, it couldn't have been, they are dead and not even magic can bring them back.”

“But I saw it! I had a dream, a man used the Necronomicon to bring someone back so I tried it, I followed the book, but it didn't work.” Harry waited for the yell; he had done something very illegal.

“You have the Necronomicon? How did you get it?” A book of that power, even Dumbledore could only imagine the power, the magic, held in such an ancient book.

“Monica gave it to me, kind of. She said a ghost told her where it was and to give it to me, something about how I wasn't like him when he was alive so I should have it.” Harry tried to remember his name, what did Monica say it was?

“A ghost,” Dumbledore looked at Harry seeing he wasn't lying, “when was this Harry?”

“Last year, during Hogsmeade weekend, the only one we had.”

“Why did you do this Harry? It is illegal, dangerous, and is very dark, how could you even think of doing this?”

“Why? I would have my parents back! I don't care if it was dangerous, so was competing in the Triwizard Tournament but I did that, and illegal? The Ministry and its laws can go to hell if it means I couldn't have my parents back.”

“But you say it didn't work, how could Voldemort or Ron have them, alive, if the spell didn't work?”

“I don't know, and Ron had someone else.” Did Harry want to tell Dumbledore about the girl with his Mother's eyes? “She, I don't know who she is but I've seen her before, in dreams. I guess they weren't dreams though, but I don't know who she is, or why she calls me Brother.”

“Another trick Harry, Voldemort is trying to get at you, play to your good side. He knows that you will do almost anything for your friends and others if they are in danger. He may be trying to keep you off guard Harry, or could just be doing it to hurt you. I knew your parents very well Harry and while Lily always wanted a son and daughter but she never had the chance. You are an only child, you are the only person left in your family, and Voldemort is trying to hurt you through that. Ron must have told him you're deepest wants and desires, a family.” Dumbledore's mind was working; Lily and James only had a son, Harry, had an Aunt of Harry had another child, or did James cheat on Lily?

“But the girl, she was there before Ron, before he did what he did.” Harry clenched his fists when he talked about Ron, oh how he wanted to punch him.

“Well Harry Voldemort is doing this for a reason, what did Ron say to you?”

“He wanted to know if I had thought about the deal, the one about Remus. I think Voldemort wants to make another deal with me, my parents for becoming a Death Eater.” Harry had thought of that, would he? Could he? His parents would be with him, but he would be a Death Eater, evil.

“Don't dwell on it Harry, it is a trick, Voldemort wants to hurt you and is doing so by tempting you with an impossibility. Your parents are dead, you don't have a sister, Harry don't fall for these tricks.” Dumbledore could see Harry was thinking about it, seriously, he had to keep Harry from thinking about it. “If you get any more of these dreams come to me as soon as possible.” Dumbledore had to talk to Remus, he would know if James cheated on Lily, had a daughter, Sirius would know, but he was dead.

“I'm sorry Dumbledore I was, I don't know, I can't describe it.” Harry was wearing thin on the inside, his vision had been real, his parents were there, but Dumbledore said it couldn't be them, not even magic could bring them back. And the girl, Harry's skin crawled when he thought about what Ron was doing to her, even if she wasn't his sister, just a ploy by Voldemort to get to him.

“Don't think about it, no point in wasting time on things that aren't there. You need to eat Harry, go to the Great Hall for breakfast.” Harry left but headed for his first class instead of the Great Hall.

When class started Harry tried to ignore Hermione, he didn't want to talk to her, or anyone else for that matter. Harry went through the day making sure not to answer any questions or talk to anyone, he wanted to yell at someone, at how unfair everything was, but couldn't. Harry had just gotten done with Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid when he saw Hermione was waiting for him at the entrance.

“Harry what's wrong?” Hermione was concerned, Harry had talked to Dumbledore, was acting cold to her, hadn't even said anything about her birthday when it came, and had told her he didn't care, and the last few times she said she loved him he didn't say it back. “You're not yourself, are you sick?” Was it something magic couldn't heal?

“Go away Hermione.” Harry wanted to go to his room and be alone; he didn't want to yell at Hermione.

“I will not Harry, I love you, besides my parents you are the closest person to me, please tell me what's wrong.”

“Like you told me about Monica and Devin?” Or other things…

“That was about them, not me, if it was about me I would have told you Harry I swear!” Hermione was yelling at Harry making him not want to talk to her even more. “Harry I love you, why don't you love me anymore?” Hermione was holding back tears, what had happened with Harry? Harry just kept walking not wanting to talk to her, before he just wanted to yell and scream, get his feelings out, but now he was close to just turning on Hermione and telling her off. “Harry stop!” Hermione grabbed Harry's sleeve trying to make him talk to her.

“Let go of me Hermione!” Harry yanked his arm free causing Hermione to lose her balance and fall into a wall.

“Harry what the hell is wrong with you!” Hermione got up and went over to Harry who was still walking away. “Harry!” Hermione grabbed him by his hair stopping him. “What is wrong with you Harry did something happen to Remus?”

“Hermione I don't want to fucking talk about it! But no, you can't just let it go you have to fucking know! When I want to know something I should shut up and stop asking but when you want to know something you make me tell you or you don't go away! Haven't you gotten the clue I don't want to talk to anyone? Have I been chatting it up with anyone? No! I don't want to talk to anyone and I don't want to talk to you!” Harry started to walk faster to leave Hermione behind but she kept up with him. “Damn it Hermione Leave Me Alone!”

“No Harry I won't, there is something wrong and you will tell me!” Hermione followed Harry not seeing where they were going, and followed him when he went into a room.

“Hermione as a Prefect you should know not to go into a boys bathroom, now leave!”

“No! I don't care where you go you aren't leaving me.”

“Hermione you want to know? You really want to fucking know?” Hermione nodded backing away as Harry looked down on her. “It was Ron! He has my parents, not their bodies, but my parents.” This confused Hermione, Harry had told her he tried to raise them but failed. “And someone else, I'm not sure who she is, but she was there.”

“A girl? And your parents, Harry how is that possible?”

“I don't know, Dumbledore told me it was a trick, it was Voldemort trying to hurt me, but it was them! And the girl, she calls me Brother, and has my Mom's eyes.”

“A sister? But you were an only child Harry, in all the books…”

“Well maybe they missed something! Only two people had contact with my parents after they went into hiding, Dumbledore and Wormtail, maybe they didn't tell anyone about it.”

“Then where was she after your parents were killed? It is a trick, has to be Harry.”

“But they were there! And the girl has been in my dreams before, last summer, after Voldemort came back, that's when they started.”

“Well maybe it was someone using a Polyjuice potion, if they had your parent's bodies they could make it.” Harry had thought of that, he didn't want to think it was true, but it could be true. “Harry why is this doing this to you?”

“I saw them, Ron said Voldemort wants to make a deal with me, he wants me to become a Death Eater, accept the Dark Mark, for my parents.” Even if Harry wanted to how could he contact Voldemort? Or if he could trick them, say he was going to accept but when he was in front of Voldemort kill him, and Ron, and anyone else who got in his way.

“Harry you can't do that, if you do you will lose everyone else, Dumbledore, Remus, me…” Hermione hugged Harry not wanting to let him go, afraid he would choose his parents over her.

“I want to, Mione, but it is Voldemort. If I knew a spell that would kill him I would accept just long enough to get close to Voldemort, kill him.” Harry hugged Hermione back. “I'm sorry I've been acting like this Mione, I've had a lot going on in my head, literally, and haven't been handling it well. A Man doesn't yell at his girlfriend, or walk away, I'm sorry Hermione.” Harry hugged Hermione.

“Uh could you two leave? Or at least Hermione?” Harry and Hermione turned and saw a younger student coming in.

“Uh sorry, uh, next time you get in trouble talk to us we will give you whatever points you lost.” Harry and Hermione left the kid behind going to the Common Room.

“Harry I'm still upset with you, you need to stop acting like this, I don't care what it is, stress, Ron, even Voldemort himself, talk to me Harry.” Hermione grabbed Harry's hand. “You have to trust me, love me, and talk to me.”

“I do love you Mione, I do trust you, but some things get to me Mione, I talked to Dumbledore about it but I didn't like what he had to say.” Harry didn't want to believe that it wasn't real, that they weren't his parents.

“That's the first time you said you loved me since we got here Harry.” Hermione hugged Harry.

“I'm sorry Mione, I'll try harder, but if I make you mad tell me please, even if I yell at you, just tell me I'm being a prat.”

“Ok Harry, but damn it don't think this is a happy ending.” Harry was confused; didn't he say what he was supposed to? “Harry I am a woman not a floor mat, I won't let you walk all over me just because you say you're sorry.”

“I am Mione! I know I've been acting like a prat lately, please forgive me.”

“I forgive you Harry, but it doesn't mean I am going to jump in your lap in happiness, I have problems to Harry.” Harry put an arm around her shoulders.

“I'm sorry Mione, want to talk about it?” Hermione nodded as they got to the Common Room entrance. They went inside and talked, Hermione told Harry about missing her parents, worrying about him, school work, and more. Harry talked to her to, telling her how he had thought about the deal, his parents, and the girl from his dreams.

“Why didn't you tell me about it before Harry?”

“Well, when I was with you I don't think I should be dreaming of other girls, and I thought it was just a dream.”

“Well, you are an only child Harry so it must be a trick.” Hermione wanted to know more but Harry didn't seem to know anything else. “It's Voldemort, Harry, he knows you better then most people now that Ron is with him. He knows that one of your few wishes that you want is to have family.” Hermione leaned over and held Harry's hand.

“But the girl was there before Ron did what he did, maybe she is real.” Harry squeezed Hermione's hand glad for the warmth. “Maybe my parents kept it a secret, didn't want Voldemort to know, they did only talk to Dumbledore, and their Secret Keeper, once they went into hiding.”

“But then why hasn't Dumbledore said anything?” Hermione had been trying to get Harry see it was a trick, Voldemort was trying to hurt Harry.

“Maybe he wants to keep her safe, or wanted to, but now Ron has her.”

“Harry you know it has to be a trick, you are an only child, and your parents are dead.” Hermione said it bluntly; she had to get it through to him.

“Mione I don't want to talk about it anymore, but there is something I do want to talk about.” Harry paused; he wasn't sure what to say. “I gave you some things before, but took them back after what happened, and I was thinking of giving them back to you.” Harry let go of her hand. “But not for your birthday, I have something else for that, I think.” Harry had Dobby get the things together but wasn't sure if it was complete yet.

“I guess Harry; I missed having them, the weight, the feeling, knowing you gave them to me because you loved me.” Hermione grabbed Harry's hand again not wanting to let him go.

“I have them up in my room, we could get them and if you wanted we could do other things.” Harry was rubbing the back of his neck blushing.

“We can get them now if you want but we aren't doing anything like that, I'm still a little angry about all the other things, I told you I wasn't going to just jump back in your lap because you said you were sorry.” Hermione and Harry got up and headed to his room.

In his room Harry went to his trunk and got out the bottomless pouch to get the jewelry out. Sitting down Harry gave them to Hermione. “Mione, this belongs to you,” Harry handed her a ring. “This belongs to you,” then handed her the bracelet, “and this does to.” Harry gave her the necklace putting it around her neck.

“Thank you Harry.” Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry.

“You look even more beautiful then you normally do Mione.” Harry smiled putting the other ring on, seeing it go from blue to half red and half blue. Rubbing it he thought of her, seeing if they still worked.

“I love you to Harry.” Harry opened his eyes and saw Hermione was rubbing her ring also. “It's almost time to eat Harry, we talked for a long time, surprised we weren't interrupted.”

“I'm not, the school is so empty, so few students came back, or new students that didn't come, we could have been done there longer and not see anyone until it was time to go to bed.” Harry stood up holding Hermione's hand. “But we do need to eat, I haven't eaten today, was to busy being mad at everyone.”

“Ok Harry, and if you need to talk about anything else tell me, I love you, and I will always listen to you.”

“I love you to Mione.”