Harry Overhears Ron And Hermione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he breathes. Smiling tightly, I stand, turning my back on him. He doesn't say anymore, letting me walk out with no farewell. He knows he will see me tomorrow, or at least he hopes. At least that's what I assume he's thinking. It pleasures me greatly to think he's worried about whether or not I'll change my mind. Hermione is waiting outside the dining hall as I step outside. Clearly, she was listening in. I link my arm into hers, and let her lead me out toward the temple, where my obligations await me.

Like they wanted me gone. So I set a trap. I waited outside Tom’s house that night. Hid in the woods, just beyond the clearing. It rained, but I didn’t move. I needed to hear what they weren’t saying to my face. Sure enough, just past ten, I saw Harry sneak up to the door, looking over his shoulder like a thief. I crouched lower, my ears focused, heart pounding. “You know he’s going to kill us if he finds out,” Harry said to Tom.

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

Ronan regarded me curiously, "Harry, right?" I pointed to the man who was wiping his face with a towel. He froze and looked at me with wide eyes but turned to face me, "Ye-yes Luna." He stuttered, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. I walked over to the middle, "Come here." Harry regarded me cautiously before he slowly approached me. When he was right infront of me, he fiddled with his hands for a moment before putting them down. Zannicus failed to sense how Ronan caught him freezing for a brief second since he was too focused on the man infront of him.

It was definitely the silence before the storm. Emily, Louis and John slowly turned to Sia with their eyes wide open and then slowly turned to Harry, who had just opened his eyes to find them staring at him. “ HARRY! ” Screaming in union, they all glared up at him in disbelief. Flinching, Sia closed her eyes and placed her hands on her ears. Well! It was going fine....

A female voice called from the end of the room. They would have not listened to her, but she had just spoken about something very delicate to all of them. Every head turned towards the door, including Edward's. Hermione stood by the door, with Albert by her side. Edward's heart skipped a beat. Was she not supposed to be at the hospital with Edward till tomorrow? What were they doing here now? As she turned to the seat of the throne, her eyes met Edward's. Hermione stared deeply into her brother's cold eyes.

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

Harry obviously didn't expect Olivia to know his name, his face immediately turned red, and he stammered: "Second... Olivia, how do you know my name is Lac Lac?" Olivia smiled and replied: “Because your name is always on the board, baby! Then I saw that everyone called you that, so I knew!” Harry mustered up his courage and asked, "Ah... Olivia, can we be friends later?" Olivia nodded: "Yes, of course!" Harry continued: "So can you give me your number? I want to call you!" Olivia smiled and took out a pen and paper to write down the number his phone to Harry. Harry received the piece of paper and immediately put it away in his pocket like hiding a treasure. Grainne, who was standing not far

Everyone became a frozen statue at their place. But in a few seconds murmuring started again, but, more loud and clear. Students started talking about Harry's past or whatever biodata they have or heard. -"What is he talking about!" -"Sister? Did I hear something wrong?" -"Ahh! Guys Harry does have a sister." -"Where did that come from?" -"You guys forgot? We all know that Harry has two younger siblings. One is his sister and the other one is his youngest brother." -"So are you saying that Serene is... No, that can't be true."

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing, only a gasp escapes my mouth. He leans in, smirking wickedly and caressing my hair "How long, have I waited to have you in my arms, Hermione..." Only then did I notice his bloodshot eyes, long wrinkle lines, rough beards. Have Principal Eldor been overdoing himself? Is he sick? "…sadly, it will be tomorrow, when the moon is at its fullest peak. Tomorrow Hermione. Tomorrow." Just then, my voice finds it's bearing. I let out a shrilling scream.