Hero and Leander; Harry Potter fanfiction

A Not So Nice Breakfast

All rights go to JK Rowling except for the character Hero.

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"I can't believe Dumbledore didn't choose him as a Prefect." Hermione said to me as she, Ginny and I were sitting on the floor, talking.

"I know!" Ginny exclaimed. "Harry has done nothing but defend this school to the end!" Ginny said angrily.

"Its rubbish is what it is." I said. "Dumbledore has to have a reason for this, though I don't think Harry can see that. He's taken this to heart. Like a personal blow from the Professor."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "I mean I can see why you weren't selected, Hero, but Harry? There has to be something more to this."

I scoffed. "Thanks Mione."

She grinned. "Anytime." I rolled my eyes at her but laughed anyway.

Molly popped her head in just then. "You girls have everything set for tomorrow then?" She asked, scanning the room, seeing our trunks all packed and animals in cages.

"Yes Molly." I smiled.

"Oh, Hero, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" She asked.

I looked to Hermione and Ginny before nodding and walking out to meet her in the hall.

"Hero, you are my daughter, whether you like it or not," She started and I smiled. "I just wanted to tell you that this year is going to be very hard, and I don't mean just because you have your O.W.L.s. Please watch out for your brother and sister. I know you can handle yourself; you're just like your father. A great wizard indeed." I smiled softly.

"But you are just like your father in other ways as well. You and your trouble making will get you in a lot of trouble, this year especially." She said gravely.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I inquired.

"I can't tell you much more, but please just be careful. And watch out for Harry as well, dear. I know you two are very close so it won't be hard." I knew she was insinuating that I liked Harry and he liked me; she had been trying to get us together since our 3rd year of Hogwarts. She's a very sneaky woman. She patted my head and kissed my cheek. "Good night, dear."

"Good night Molly." I said quietly, not really knowing what just happened. I walked back in the room, expecting a load of questions from Hermione and Ginny, but when I opened the door, they fell forward, obviously having their ears to the door.

"Well," I chuckled. "At least I don't have to repeat it." I sighed before climbing into bed, succumbing to sleep. This is what I had been dreading. My dreams have increasingly become scary, and this one was no exception. I was standing in the middle of a rundown hallway, disarmed and frozen. A creepy grin spread across a face I knew too well. Then a green light came from him and-

"Hero. Hero. HERO. HHEERROOOOO." Someone screamed in my ear. I shot out of bed and glared at none other than Ron.

"What do you want, Ron?!" I growled.

"Mom said to wake you so you could shower before we go." He said.

I sighed. "Alright. Thanks."

I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a white low v-neck that showed off my d-cup a bit. Why not, right? I also grabbed my Gryffindor scarf and stuff so I could just dress and be ready to leave as soon as I was out of the shower.

I jumped in the shower and washed and shampooed with the same strawberry scent that I had used since I was a kid.

As soon as I finished, I dressed and secretly charmed my hair to dry to perfection. Charms as small as that were undetectable. After, I applied a bit of mascara I hopped out of the bathroom, content with how I looked.

Fred and George apparated into my room and grabbed my trunks and Witty's cage. "Mum said to grab these." They said in unison before popping back out.

I rolled my eyes and went down the stairs to see everyone at the table. Harry's eyes looked bloodshot and he looked almost menacing. Hermione gave me a worried glance and Ron was as oblivious as ever. He was talking about how cool it was going to be when he officially got his prefect duties.

After about 5 minutes of his ramblings, I saw Harry getting angrier and angrier.

"Ron! Shut up about it already!" I snapped. "I don't want to hear anymore!"

Molly was about to scold me but when she saw the look I was giving Harry, she understood and stayed quiet.

"You're just jealous, Hero!" He yelled back at me.

"No, I'm just bloody tired of hearing about it day and night. I'm proud of you and Hermione, and I congratulate you on it, but you don't see Hermione flailing about, rubbing it in everyone's faces!"

"Just shut up Hero. You could have never made Prefect. You're just simply not as good as a Weasley." I know he meant it in a joking manner as he did a muscle man pose, but it hit home.

Tears swelled in my eyes and I slammed my fists on the table, rattling everyone's plates. Molly was about to say something, but I stood up, swiftly, knocking my chair over, and left the room.

I strutted over to my trunks and Witty's cage, and forcefully grabbed them, dragging them out of the house. I slammed the door behind me and started walking off, towards the train station. There was no problem in being early.

I can't believe Ron! How could he say something like that? Tears fell from my eyes as I trudged on, not looking back.