Les Mis: Harry Potter

Chapter 10

I finally got this up.  I was having computer issues.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Les Miserables.

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When Hermione entered the Gryffindor Common Room Sunday evening, Harry was writing a good-bye letter to Ginny.  

“Harry, you won’t believe what I just found out!” she cried.

“What?” he asked.

“They’re moving the date of Kingsley’s funeral!”

That got Harry’s attention.

“They’re moving--"

“Yes! Now it’s on Tuesday! They’re trying to throw us off, that’s why they’re doing this, because they know people will take Kingsley’s death as a sign to start a rebellion!”

“So, what do we do?” Harry asked.

“We can’t let them throw us off, Harry! We’re going to have to start the revolution a day earlier than planned!”

Harry stared at her.

“Hermione, there’s not enough time—“

“We can make it work!” Hermione cried.  “We can’t allow them this victory!”

“Right,” Harry said.

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On Monday evening, Cho was walking across the Hogwarts grounds, trying to find Harry; she wanted to be with him for the revolution.  Roughly halfway between Hogsmeade and the school, she spotted a group of students.  Realizing it was probably the D.A., Cho sprinted towards them.  

By the time she reached them, Cho was panting.

“Oh, hello, Cho,” Luna said.  

“Luna—do you know where Harry is?”

“Yes, he’s over there,” Luna said, pointing.  Harry and Ron Weasley were busy organizing the medical supplies.  

“Thank you, Luna,” Cho said, jogging over to where Harry was.  At the sound of her approaching, Harry turned around to face Cho.

Surprise flitted across his face.

“Cho—what’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to be with you,” Cho answered.

“You can’t stay here—you might get hurt or killed—“Harry said

“I’ve got you worried now!” Cho said.  “That must mean you like me quite a lot!”

Harry didn’t answer right away; after a brief pause, he dug something out of his robe.  It was a letter.  He handed it to her.

“Cho, will you deliver this to Ginny for me?”

Cho frowned.

“You have an owl,” she reminded him.

“Please,” he said.  “You don’t have to do it right this minute, but make sure it gets to her before tomorrow.  I’m asking you as a friend.”

Cho sighed.

“Fine.  But can I at least help you guys finish setting up for tomorrow?”

She didn’t want to leave yet.  

Harry hesitated, then said,

“All right."

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At eleven o’clock on Monday night, long after Ginny had gone to bed, someone knocked several times on the front door.

Sirius felt panic flare in him; was it Snape?

A voice came from the other side of the door.

“Ginny? Are you home?”

It was a girl’s voice.

Sirius relaxed; it was probably just a friend of Ginny’s from the school, wanting to say good-bye, or something like that.  He walked across the room and opened the door.

A girl around Ginny’s age with black hair was standing in at the doorway, clutching a letter.  

“Hello,” Sirius said.

“Hello,” the girl said.  “I’m Cho—is Ginny there? I have something for her.”

“I’m Ginny’s father,” Sirius said.  “Ginny’s asleep, so I’ll take it.”

He held his hand out.  Cho hesitated, then handed Sirius the letter.

“Go on home, and be careful tomorrow,” Sirius said.  He knew that since tomorrow was Kingsley’s funeral, Ginny’s revolutionary friends would probably start a rebellion of some sort.

Sirius shut the door, and sat down at the table.  He unfolded the letter and read it.

Dear Ginny,

I love you.  I probably won’t see you again, and I don’t know if I’ll be alive for much longer, so I need to write you this letter to tell you that.  I love you very much.  

I love you because you are astoundingly kind, independent, strong, and intelligent; not because you’re beautiful, even though you are.  Luna has told me much about you and I fell in love with you from a distance.  It took me ages to gather the courage to speak with you.

So, if I do die in the revolution, just remember that I love you, and that I am always thinking of you.  Good-bye, Ginny.  I love you.

Harry  

Sirius stared at the letter.  Ginny had a boyfriend? She’d been sneaking around behind his back? They were leaving tomorrow, so Ginny would probably never see this boy again.  But this Harry clearly loved Ginny very much, and Sirius knew Ginny most likely loved him, as well.

He was going to have to go to rebellion tomorrow, and find this Harry person, and at least speak to him.  Sirius sighed.  Things had just gotten so much more complicated.

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There was going to be a rebellion tomorrow.  That was the rumor floating around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, and Severus had no doubt that it was true.

Tomorrow, he’d investigate, and if it was true—which he knew it would be—he’d join the rebels’ ranks, and destroy their little rebellion from the inside out.  A rebellion would destroy everything, so the rebellion would have to be quashed.

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Cho trudged through the streets of Hogsmeade.  What was she going to do tomorrow?  If she joined Harry, she would probably die, but at least she’d die with Harry.  

And did it really matter if she died, anyway? Harry’s world would keep on turning without her.  He didn’t love her, and he never would.  

But Cho loved him, and she always would.  She was going to join him in the revolution tomorrow.