Harry Ran Away
Harry waited for everyone in the Gryffindor common room to fall asleep. He was leaving tonight and he didn't want anyone to know what he was about to do, at least not until after he had done it. The reason Harry was leaving Hogwarts was simple, he found out that Ron and Hermione were dating each other behind Harry's back. He found out by way of Lavender Brown.
The Gryffindors were having dinner in the Great Hall, and the Queen of Gossip had partaken in a little too much magically altered butterbeer... "So Mione, wwhen are you going to tell H-H-Harry your little ssecret.?" Lavender was so drunk that she could barely get the words out. "I mean, you've b-b-been dating this long and he hasn't ffound out. Why not just tell him aand get it over with?"
The blow had been dealt and the whole table went into absolute silence.
Ron and Hermione were sitting on either side of Harry when these words had been said. If this news had affected Harry in any way, it wasn't visible on his face.
Without warning, Harry sprung up from his seat and bolted out of the Great Hall, headed up to Gryffindor Tower.
When he had arrived, the common room was deserted, as the other Gryffindors were still at dinner. Harry went up to the dormitory, retrieved his Invisibility Cloak, put it on and began to think.
Harry had been right next to the fireplace in the boys dormitory, avoiding people for four straight hours. It was in these four hours that Harry decided to leave, and formulated a plan of escape. Harry waited until the last of the Gryffindors had gone to bed before making his move and then it was time.
It was almost half past midnight. Harry had filled his trunk and put two charms on it: a weightlessness charm and a shrinking charm. He took the trunk and put it into his pocket. He picked up his Firebolt and walked down to the Common Room.
Once he was downstairs, he laid his Firebolt down beside him and whispered, "Up!". The broom bolted up from the floor, and straight into his hand. Harry quietly mounted the broomstick, taking care not to get his robes caught on the tail.
Harry reached into his robes, pulled out his wand and shouted, "WINDUS DESTRUCTUS" The window shattered as the spell burst through with a loud crash.
Hermione had been having a dream about Harry, as she did every night, except this one had been different. Usually, Hermione dreamed that she and Harry were sitting in a grassy field, or a park bench, snuggled up against each other, enjoying each other's warmth. Then Harry would look into Hermione's eyes and say, " I love you." Hermione would look into his deep, emerald eyes and reply, "I love you too Harry." Harry would put his arms around her neck, and he would slowly bring his face towards hers and bring his lips closer to would kiss for what seemed like hours, but then Hermione would wake up and realize with a sadness that it was just a dream and that Harry would never think her good enough or pretty enough to ever look at her in that light, which inevitably drove her to settle for Ron. It seemed the thing she was supposed to do, what was expected of her.
However, this dream was different.
This time, she and Harry were standing in a field on a grey, windy day. Harry had a different look on his face, a kind of sorrow that Hermione had never seen on his face before, even when she was awake. If she didn't know any better, she would've mistaken his look for one of disappointment. It seemed an eternity passed before Harry broke the silence. "Hermione, I love you..." Harry's voice seemed distant and she could make out a hint of despair in his tone.
Hermione said, "I love you too Harry!" but to her suprise and shock, no words came out. She tried again and still nothing happened.
Harry's face sunk when she didn't reply. Then Harry spoke, in the same distant and sad voice as before, "I'm sorry Hermione." Harry turned on the spot and began to walk away. Hermione had tried to say, "Harry! Wait! Don't go!" As it was before, nothing came out. Harry's figure grew smaller and smaller as he got farther away. Hermione had started trying in vain to get Harry to come back, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. She just fell to her knees and began to weep.
By some miracle it seemed, Harry had heard Hermione's desperate sobbing, and came running back to her.
Hermione looked up when she heard his footfalls and saw Harry running towards her. She so was overcome with joy that she got back on her feet and started running to meet Harry. Hermione tried once more to say something, ANYTHING to Harry. "Harry, I love you, please come back to me!" Hermione was overjoyed to find that sound came from her mouth this time.
They were getting closer to each other. Closer and closer. Harry flung out his arms as if to embrace her while Hermione did the same. When they were at arms length, Harry stopped and Hermione ran into his arms. Then something horrible happened.
Hermione nuzzled her head into Harry's chest, but as she did, Harry arms suddenly became rigid and cold. Hermione looked up into Harry's face and screamed. Where Harry had been standing, there was a glass statue in his place. She struggled to remove herself from his embrace which was no easy task.
Nothing could have prepared Hermione for what happened next, but it would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.
Out of nowhere, Hermione heard a deep voice yell, "WINDUS DESTRUCTUS!"
Hermione saw a brilliant green flash and the glass statue that stood where Harry Potter once had was no more. The sound was deafening.
Hermione heard the voice again and to her horror, the nightmare wasn't over. She looked at herself. With the excepton of her head, Hermione her whole body was now glass, as Harry had been.
Hermione heard Harry's voice utter the spell she heard and once again saw the blinding green flash. She screamed as the spell shattered her into oblivion.
Hermione woke up with a gasp. She was sweating profusely, her pillow and night clothes soaked through. Hermione observed her surroundings. She was in the girls dorm room in Gryffindor Tower at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She sighed to herself, this time glad it was just a dream. Five seconds later she heard those same words from her nightmare, "WINDUS DESTRUCTUS!" and then the subsequent shattering of glass. She recognized the voice as Harry's.
In a panic, Hermione almost leapt from her bed and ran to the Common Room to see what had happened to Harry.
Harry was thanking the maker that the shattered window had seemingly gone unnoticed.
Harry thought to himself for a moment, where would he go? How would he survive on his own? What if Voldemort came for him? He concluded that in this moment, he didn't really care. All he knew is that he wanted to be as far away from Ron and especially Hermione.
Harry was about to kick off when he heard the door to the girls dormitory open and was suprised to see Hermione run out and down the stairs to where she was standing.
There was silence for a time. Hermione spoke first. "Harry... what are you doing?" Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she realized what he was doing. Harry regarded her with an icy glare. "What do you care?" Harry's voice was filled with poison. The only thing she could say was, "...Why?"
Harry answered her with the same icy look and furious tone. "Because you lied to me Hermione! You and Ron both lied to me! I thought you two were my friends. I loved you Hermione! Why couldn't you tell me? I can see now that I was chasing a dream that was never meant to be. I'm done with you and all of this! I hope you and Ron enjoy what time you have together. Goodbye, Hermione Granger!"
With that, Harry leaned in and kissed Hermione. It was a strong passionate kiss. Hermione sighed against his lips and forgot about everything else.
Just as quickly as he had begun, Harry broke away and kicked off, straight out through the destroyed window, on towards the horizon.
Hermione's nightmare had come true, except that this time Harry wasn't going to come back when she was crying.
For about 10 minutes, Hermione stood in front of the spot where Harry stood and touched her fingers to her lips where Harry had kissed her.
Eventually she went back up to the girls dorm, barely managing to put a silencing charm on her bed before breaking down completely. She cried for hours, well into the morning where she missed a few of her favorite classes. She couldn't think about classes and school though. Her whole world had left through the window only hours before. She just kept repeating to herself the words, "I'm so sorry Harry... I'm so sorry..."
Hermione thought of what Harry had told her. "He said he loved me. HE LOVED ME!" She had been defeated by her own self doubt and insecurity.
That morning, there was a great commotion in the Common Room when the inhabbitants of Gryffindor Tower came down to find that there were pieces of shattered glass all over the floor, that Harry Potter could not be found, and that Hermione Granger was the only person who didn't show up for anything that morning.
Over the next couple of days, Ron could tell that Hermione was hiding something. One day after lunch, Ron called Hermione into a corner, and asked her what had happened that night.
Hermione broke down and told Ron the truth. She told him about the dream, about the shattering glass and what he told her when she confronted him. As Hermione relived the whole thing, she began to cry again.
To Hermione's suprise, Ron hadn't said anything and didn't seem upset or shocked in the slightest.
Ron had actually known that Hermione was in love with Harry and had been since the Troll incident back in first year. Ron agreed to be with Hermione figuring that if she couldn't be with the man she truly loved, he would do his best to try to fill that gap until such a time as she could be with Harry. He wanted her to be happy.
Hermione and Ron had broke up on very good terms and were more than able to save their friendship. As a matter of fact, their bond of friendship had never been stronger. Ron met a female transfer into Ravenclaw and eventually married her. By the time his first child was born, he had long forgotten about Harry Potter.
Hermione on the other hand, never got over Harry. Each night she puts a silencing charm on her bed, and cries herself into a restless sleep. She thinks about what Harry had said to her last. She thinks about their friendship. She thinks about what they could've been had she the courage to tell Harry how she felt about him when she had the chance. She laid her head down on her tear-soaked pillow and drifted off to a dreamless sleep, filled with sadness and regret.