Hero and Leander; Harry Potter fanfiction

Trials and Prefects

All rights go to J.K. Rowling except for Hero.

It turned out, after the meeting was over, that Snape, as well as Serius were in the order. Harry was happy to see his god-father and happier that Snape didn’t stay for dinner. Though dinner wasn’t great. After a few disasters from Fred and George, we all sat down. The real trouble happened later. Harry had started asking questions and Molly didn’t want him or any of the rest of us to know.

              In the end, only Ginny was sent away to bed, much to her dismay. Most of Harry’s questions were answered. It turned out Voldemort was building his army again and was  out to kill Harry. Dumbledore was a threat to not only Voldemort but to Fudge as well. Fudge was out to destroy Dumbledore’s reputation and Voldemort just wanted his biggest competition out of the way.  

              Harry took it all in and sighed. From under the table, I grabbed his hand reassuringly and he looked over at me. I smiled and he gave me a small one back.

              Days went on like this; Harry being depressed and Ron, Hermione and I trying to cheer him up. Things got a bit easier once Serius had a talk with him and with George and Fred cracking jokes all the time; it was hard not to laugh. We all generally ignored Kreacher and his comments.

              The days passed quickly and soon it was the night before Harry’s hearing. He was nervous, though I think I was the only one who noticed. Ron and Hermione were fighting like usual, though you could tell it was in a flirtatious way. I knew Ron had a secret fancy for Hermione as was the same for Hermione. After dinner, everyone went up to their rooms to get ready for bed. It was a big day tomorrow.

              I was heading for the stairs when I saw a familiar mess of black hair sitting in front of the fireplace. I walked over and sat beside him.

              “Harry?” I asked in a hushed voice. “You know you’ll be fine tomorrow, right? You did nothing wrong.”

              He sighed. “I know I didn’t, but with the ministry thinking I’m a lying sack of nothing, I don’t know if they will be able to see that.”

              I wrapped a comforting arm around him and he was a bit shocked for a moment before snuggling into my chest.

              “Thanks Hero.” He mumbled as he stared into the fire. I stroked his hair methodically, calming him to sleep. Soon I too fell into a restless sleep, praying that Harry would be able to go back to school with the rest of us.

              The next morning I awoke to someone gently trying to lay me down on the couch. I looked up and smiled into his green eyes. He gave a small smile back as I sat up and stretched.

              Right before Harry walked into the kitchen, ready to leave, I pulled him aside and gave him a giant hug. “You’ll be fine.” I whispered.  He nodded as he returned the hug strongly.

              We entered the kitchen to see Arthur, Molly, Professor Lupin, Serius and Tonks all waiting. I squeezed Harry’s shoulder before Arthur and him left for the ministry.

              Soon after they left, Ron and Hermione came downstairs.

              “We missed him, didn’t we?” She pouted.         

              “Just by a hair. They just left.” I frowned, knowing she wanted to wish him luck.

              “Cheer up Hermione, that frown isn’t a good look for you.” Ron smirked, slapping her on the back.

              She glared at him. “Shut it, Ron.” She snapped.

              We waited around for what seemed like hours; nothing calmed us. Fred and George tried to calm us with jokes, which was followed by a smack upside the head from Molly and a “Now’s not the time, boys.”

              Harry returned about 3 hours after he had left. We all ran to him and when he told us he was acquitted of all charges, I tackled him to the ground, giddy as a 3 year old.

              “Thank god Harry!” I sang and hugged him tighter. “I don’t know what we would do if you weren’t there this year.

              Ron as well as Fred and George joined in on the dog pile while Hermione laughed and stood on the outskirts of our body pile.

              Harry was relieved, but he didn’t look happy. He told us of Dumbledore and what he had done for Harry, but also said he couldn’t even talk to him before he vanished again. Harry was still very worried and grumpy but we were trying to lift his spirits. There was a celebratory feast that night, though I could tell what Dumbledore had done to Harry was not going to be fixed as easily as a family feast.

              Things got a bit worse when letters for Ron and Hermione came in the mail the day before we were to leave for Hogwarts. They had been chosen as Prefects. I knew I wouldn’t get chosen because, though I was as equally smart as Hermione, I was a terrible trouble maker; it comes with growing up as Fred and George’s sidekick. But Harry, he had been saving that school from the moment he got there. It wasn’t fair to him to not be chosen. He was furious about it and had now taken to ignoring Ron and Hermione.

He even refused to talk to me, and that hurt a lot. Harry was my best friend, aside from Hermione. Ron was my brother, so he didn’t count. We needed to get him to cheer up before he blew up.

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