Reunion // Harry & Hermione

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It was about half past three on a Friday when Roxanna found the bathroom on the second floor. She had just had an encounter with a batch of slytherins and she had a headache. So she was doing what she normally did when she did get a headache. She was in Myrtle's bathroom. While most kids and staff for that matter avoided the place, she liked to be here it was quiet other then Myrtle herself and it was peaceful to a degree plus, no one ever came in here to begin with anyway. She looked up as she got out her Tarot cards which now she was getting quite good at only if her Taunt Marie could see what she could see with these things she'd be proud of her.

"Merry Meet again Myrtle" she called as she shuffled her deck, weather the ghostly girl heard her or not was a different story. She shuffled until she had three cards out for a past, present and future spread. She put her hands over them willing the magic of her Taunt to flow through as well as the meanings of the cards itself and she wondered what the cards would show her. It showed her past, which was full of chaos and disorder, of course any encounters with slytherins included them. It showed her present which was that she was now thinking quietly, molding things over and then she smiled at what else it showed her. :oh, I'll be getting a visitor soon" she laughed quietly almost to herself. She jumped a foot in the air when water splashed all over here apparently Myrtle was just realizing she was here."If you're on about me not giving you a warning, I did say hello" said the Hufflepuff seer trying to figure out what the girl was on about now.

Back when she was a human girl she had wanted to triple major in college actually scratch, her parents wanted her to triple major in college so she knew a lot on things most others should not have to know at least not at her age. She had studied psychology and as far as Myrtle went, she was a "special" case not that she ever would tell the girl that anyway and as she pulled her hair out of her eyes she wondered what happened to her in her childhood. Normally, people didn't become ghosts for no reason at all. Everyone had a story. Hell, even Nearly Headless Nick had a story on why he had become a ghost among many other stories. As the resident blind and weird girl, she could be found talking to ghosts, and even arguing with peeves from time to time about why he liked to do what he did, bothering students and throwing stuff and all. She shook her head she was thinking too much, way too much and it was getting to her. She then sat back at the corner of the room where it would be easy to spot and her and laid her head against the wall which was partially wet, she was hoping she'd actually bump into someone she knew. She pulled her cane back from in front of her the last person that had tripped over she had nearly sent to St. Mungo's and she really didn't want that to happen again. "Goddess knows we don't want that happening again" she mumbled.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

BUT PLANT YOUR HOPE WITH GOOD SEEDS

DON'T COVER YOURSELF WITH THISTLE AND WEEDS

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] He would have thought that with all the free time he had now, that sixth year would have been a breeze. He was taking a fewer classes than he had in the previous years (only classes that were important to become an Auror). But he should have known better. Hermione had told him. But he had allowed himself the luxury of agreeing with Ron (he really should have known better how that was going to turn out as well) when he should have listened to six years of Hermione always being correct. What could he say... he was a slow learner. But the classes themselves, while providing to be much more difficult than he had originally thought, were only half of the problem. Now that he was Quidditch Captain, he had to come up with a Practice time table that would not interfere with everyone’s classes. How had Oliver done it?! He had only had the badge for a few weeks and he felt the pressure sitting on his shoulders already. Of course, that pressure could have been a combination of Quidditch practices to schedule, classes, homework, his private lessons with Dumbledore that he had no idea what they were about, the fact that he already had detention with Snape to look forward too, and the fact that he had to figure out a way to kill Voldemort without getting himself killed. When you stopped to think about it, what could there possibly be to worry about? Merlin's Beard... who was he kidding? He was going to have the worse Quidditch team in the history of Hogwarts and they weren't going to win a single game. And the fact that he was more worried about Quidditch probably should have been a wake up call for him. But Quidditch was a way to escape all the pressure of the real world. Obviously he had what it took to make a great team, otherwise he was sure he wouldn't have gotten the captain badge. So it was simply a matter of-- His head snapped up as he heard the distinct voices of Colin and Denise Creevey. Emerald green eyes widened behind the rounded black frames as he quickly looked around at his surroundings. Bloody hell, he would find himself stuck by Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom with his 'biggest supporters' coming his way. And judging by what they were talking about, he did not want to be found by them. There were only so many breathless questions he could stand at the moment. So with his choices narrowed down to having the Creevey's become his personal shadows to putting up with Myrtle flirting with him and offering him 'special' use of her toilet.... he chose Myrtle. He opened the familiar bathroom door, his sneakers slapping against the wet floors. Myrtle, for once, was not crying in her usual toilet, instead floating up near the window. A small, mental groan sounded in his head as he plastered a small smile on his face. “Er, Hello Myrtle.” he said to her. It was then that he noticed a pair of feet lying out on the ground. Blinking, he stepped around the sinks to get a better view of the person. He knew her... she was a sixth year Hufflepuff... but he had seen her as well in Dumbledore's Army. It began with an R... “Er, Roxanna, right?” he asked, hoping to who ever would listen to him that he'd gotten it right! words; 0578tag; roxanna and hermione note; sorry if its bad template made by missickle

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Roxanna jumped dropping her "queen of cups" to the floor. So, her tarot were right, again. Her Taunt really would be proud of her. As she looked up she heard the voice of someone she couldn't mistake. Harry Potter. She smiled brightly and said. "I can hear the Creevey brother all the way over here...have you come looking for an asylum Harry?" she sounded quite cheerful as she said it as she put her cards away. She didn't want to be talking and looking like she was playing with her cards, that would be rude.

"Aye yes, my name is Roxanna, you can call me whatever shortened version of that you'd like though" she said as she leaned against the wall again quite content where she is. "I didn't want to burden anyone so I came here looking for privacy...but you're always Welcome...although I do have to tell you this IS the girls room...I suppose it won't matter to Myrtle though" she said faintly with a slight giggle.

She still remembered the meetings as if they had been only last night, she had learned the patronus charm thanks to Harry among many other things thanks to him. He was, a great teacher despite him not having any teaching degree, and plus she wasn't sure if she would have liked him to be their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher anyway seeing as how no one ever lasted then a year in the position. Shaking herself back to reality she said.

She waited for him to talk to her she wasn't going to badger him he probably had enough on his mind already and she knew what it was like if the Creevey brothers had anything to say about him. She had been there twice or more when they had been questioning Harry about whatever it was that they seemed to want to know. She than heard a loud sobbing and said. "uh oh" then called a little quietly. "What's wrong myrtle?" Unfortunately the only thing she got in response was a loud splash of water. "ahh" she yelped as she was showered in cold water.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]574 WORDS FOR ROXANNE & HARRY whoo! first post for hermione. hope it was alright, everyone. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The beginning of the term was always the hardest, Hermione had found, as it was the time of year to adjust to all of the new coursework and the new level at which she was expected to perform. This year, surprisingly, she was actually taking fewer classes, as she'd regrettably dropped one or two (though, really, she wasn't entirely sure if she would have even survived another year in Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class), but that didn't mean that Hermione had lowered her workload. Far from it, as a matter of fact, as it seemed that the wizarding world was on the brink of war. She'd been doing extra research and work, making efforts tirelessly to expand her knowledge and be the most possible help to her friends whom she cared for so much. So there she was, walking through the corridors of the second floor with purpose, all of her books secured neatly in the bag of supplies that she always carried with her. She'd had to spell it to make it lighter (a simple lightweight charm, of course) so her shoulder wouldn't break, and Hermione was also slightly worried about an essay that was due three days from now, not to mention all of the reading she would have to do with the beginning of term reviews... She couldn't let herself stress so much. Because, after all, there was so much more at stake this year than simple grading marks. With Voldemort and his followers at full force this year, so much more could happen. There could be Death Eaters roaming these very halls, although Hermione dismissed that idea right away. How silly of her - of course they were completely safe inside Hogwarts' walls. Tucking some of her bushy brown hair behind her ear, the sixth year passed the Creevey brothers, who were chatting excitedly about something or the other. Thankfully, they were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice Hermione walking right past them on the opposite side of the hall. She audibly let out a sigh of relief once they'd passed. Hermione wasn't entirely sure that she had the patience to deal with their endless questions today, with so much work to do and so much on her mind. Currently in her arms was a book that she was practically clutching for dear life, and as soon as the Creevey brothers had gone, her grip loosened a little and her shoulders slumped. That was, of course, when she passed by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and heard the yelp of someone inside. Instantly, Hermione shoved the book she'd been carrying into her bag and pulled out her wand instead. With everything so on edge this year, Hermione was no different. So she rushed into the bathroom, not really knowing what to expect. Though, she had to admit she didn't think she'd run into Harry here. Or a sopping wet sixth year Hufflepuff. Hermione recognized her almost instantly - she'd memorized just about everyone who had been in Dumbledore's Army the year before. "What on earth happened in here?" she demanded of anyone. "Harry, what did you do?" After six years of being around Harry, she was perfectly aware that many strange events that happened around Hogwarts had to do with him. Was it really her fault for assuming? "Are you alright, Roxanne? You're not hurt, are you?" she then decided to ask, genuinely concerned for the girl's well-being. [/style]

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"Hermione" the girl called instantly putting the girl's voice and the name together. Hermione had been a great help to her when she had been a part of the D.A. As she looked up she said. "oh, I'm just fine...but If I don't dry up I'll get cold but no matter" she took out her wand making sure she was pointing at herself and mumbled a spell to dry herself. "looks like Myrtle's not to happy" she commented.

As it was habit with Moaning Myrtle, the girl ghost liked to make a mess of the bathroom whenever she was not so happy and she kenw that fact, she didnt' mind being wet if it wasn't for the fact that she wouldn't have liked to a) look like a wet dog and b) really get a cold for it. "What have you been up to? and oh..." she giggled as Hermione asked what had Harry done. "nothing but hiding from the Creevey brothers...I think they've left up the hstairs now but I can't be for sure" she told the sixth year prefect.

She wondered what Myrtle was upset about and also wondered how Hermione was doing well, she was here so she decided to ask the girl in fact, Harry too. "How are both your classes adjusting...it's going to kill me" as a blind girl who went to Hogwarts her course work generally did nearly do just that. It wasn't that she slacked or pushed work off to the side in fact, she would have been in Ravenclaw if the hat hadn't decided her loyalty outweighed her being smart but it had so, Hufflepuff she was. She stood up now, not about to go anywhere but she leaned against the wall it would make more sense if Myrtle wanted to splash them all to not be in her line of fire...er...water. She then decided to ask Harry. "Did she splash you too?" she could have sworn the water had went everywhere but she could never be certain.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

BUT PLANT YOUR HOPE WITH GOOD SEEDS

DON'T COVER YOURSELF WITH THISTLE AND WEEDS

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] The Creevey... Why would she bring them up? Unless... oh, well it wasn't a secret that the brothers were his biggest fans. And usually Harry would put up with them, swallowing back his annoyance for the two of them to indulge them in their little endeavors. Which... probably put him in the situation he was in at the moment. If he'd been a little more stern with them they would probably leave him alone. But then he would have felt guilty for yelling at them, and he would have sought them out to answer any of their questions or whatever it was they wanted. He nodded his head slightly, acknowledging her words. He was then reminded that she couldn't see, so really nodding was completely pointless. “Erm, yeah, I'm aware. But most people avoid this bathroom because of Myrtle.” he said, looking over at the ghost and smiling lightly. And then he realized what he had said and that the ghost in question had heard. “No! Myrtle I didn't mean anything bad by it!” he said quickly, trying to stop what he knew was coming from the look on her face. With a loud sob and a wretched wail, Myrtle threw herself headfirst into her toilet, splashing water everywhere. With reflexes born of Quidditch and learned from necessity, he quickly jumped back, slipping and sliding on the already wet floor until his back slammed into the sink behind him. And then Hermione came rushing in, wand drawn. Instinctively, Harry raised his hands in a defensive manner, shaking his head slightly with wide eyes. The look quickly changed from surprise to indigent as he was accused of doing... something. “I haven't done anything!” he said, a touch of hurt in his voice. Of course, it wasn't like he could exactly blame her for thinking that. After knowing him for six years, it was an extremely normal reaction. He quickly nodded his head, pointing at Roxanna. “What she said. I didn't feel like playing twenty-one questions and answers so I just ducked in here. I... erm... might have said something to make Myrtle mad, however.” he said, his tone becoming guilty towards the end. Classes... If Snape weren't teaching, he'd be dandy. Really, he would. But with the Potions Master heading what was perhaps their most important class... well, he really didn't want to think about it. “Their going... Can't be any worse than last year, can they?” he said. “No, she didn't get me...” he said, rubbing at his lower back where it had collided with the sink. He turned his attention towards Hermione, “What are you doing here 'mione?” he asked her. Being that she had a few different courses than he did, he wasn't exactly sure what classes she had (she had a few more than he did). But he was pretty sure that she either had a class or had just had one. words; 0492tag; roxanna and hermione note; --- template made by missickle

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Hermione was relieved, at least, to find that it hadn't been Harry that had been the cause of any mishap so early in the year, though Roxanna's answer was rather unimpressive to her. The sixth year huffed and grumbled to herself, "Is Moaning Myrtle ever happy?" The answer was more of a disgruntled remark if anything, having dealt with Myrtle more times than she cared to count, and in no way did that ghost amuse her or put her in a good mood. There was only so much a girl could cry over, and Hermione felt that Myrtle had exceeded that limit years ago. Overemotional girls were ever so irritating. She only hoped that she hadn't been so bad her first year. "Oh, Harry, I meant nothing by it," Hermione told Harry dismissively upon hearing the hurt in his voice, though she knew that he knew just as well the likelihood of her assuming such things. After six years, you really would think that someone would be able to tell when you didn't mean any harm in a simple question. Not exactly sarcasm, or a joke, but... well, alright, Hermione had been concerned. For both Roxanna's and Harry's sakes. Was that really so awful? Her eyebrows raised, of course, at the mention of the Creevey brothers, as she'd just passed them in the corridor, and she gave Harry a questioning look, though her silent question was answered rather quickly. Her questioning gaze turned into one of sympathy, and then one of amusement when Harry admitted that he'd probably said something to upset Myrtle. "So you did do something," Hermione remarked coolly. "I should have known." But the playful smile on her lips suggested nothing of the kind. Of course, though, Roxy then decided to ask how her classes were going, and Hermione's eyes lit up in enthusiasm. The Hufflepuff had certainly asked the right question, and almost immediately she began spouting how she felt. "I think I'll do just fine after the initial beginning-of-the-year bump. My classes will all be excellent this year, I think, and very educational. I'm actually quite excited for Ancient Runes and Transfiguration this year, because those two perhaps will be my most rigorous courses. I've gotten a good deal of homework so far, but nothing I can't handle." Her babble was characteristic and her smile was rather friendly, though she wasn't entierly sure what to say when Roxanna said that her courses might kill her. Hermione had never been able to understand why others struggled in courses, but she'd made it a point never to judge. It was something that her mother and father had always told her to avoid. But, for good measure, she decided to add, "I'm sure you'll do fine, Roxanna. You were wonderful in the Army." Then, in response to Harry's question, she replied, "History of Magic just ended, and it was my last class of the day. I was heading up to Gryffindor Tower to get ready for dinner. I was passing by here when I heard poor Roxanna cry out... Oh, how ridiculous of me." It was just then that Hermione realized her wand was still out. She slipped it back into her bag amongst her other things. "I'm sorry I even had it out. With everything going on, I couldn't help but be a little alarmed." [/style]

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"Thank You" said the sixth year Hufflepuff. She listened to Hermione go on about her classes, the girl definetly had an affeinity for school work something Roxanna tried to manage but more often then not she found it hard for her. She wondered if it would ever get easier, she hoped so. She smiled at the thought of Transiguaration. "I remember nearly failing that my third year, had gotten better since mind you but still gives me a little trouble mainly because I can't see what I'm turning things into or in one case....who I'm turning things into" she said as she shook her head. She had some classes she was good at, like History of Magic as boring as the class was that was all memory, no sight involved well, other then the readings anyhow.

She nodded at Hermione. She would have never guessed that the girl had anything like that out but then again, it was very plausable. "Better be safe then sorry" she said gently. "Speaking of going down to dinner, I'd be careful if you are going through the grand staircase...someone's been throwing dungbombs" it wasn't so much that she had heard someone throwing them it was that she had heard the after affects. As a blind person, she could hear what most people couldn't hear from this far distance. In this case was the fact that some teacher or other, she really couldn't make that out of course was screaming about dungbombs and detentions. She still hoped that it would be cleaned up before Harry and Hermione got there though. As for herself, she knew she probably should avoid dinner tonight.

"Speaking of which Hermione, if you're not too busy I'd love a hand at my Transfiguration works, I need to pass it but something tells me I'll need more help then I ever did need, and I don't want to go and not know what I'm doing when the exam time comes but this is only if you have the time and the patience to deal with me" she said tentatively.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

BUT PLANT YOUR HOPE WITH GOOD SEEDS

DON'T COVER YOURSELF WITH THISTLE AND WEEDS

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Hermione… had a point. Myrtle was never happy. Except for perhaps that one time when he had snuck into the Prefects bathroom to solve the mystery of his Golden Egg when she had spied on him as he stripped down. It wasn’t a thought he found pleasant then, and he couldn’t help the shivers that ran down his spine now. A small frown appeared on his features, his right hand rising in the direction of Myrtle’s toilet. “I didn’t mean it… I tried to apologize, but you know how she gets. You’d think by now she’d be used to it.” He said. He couldn’t remember her bothering them this much when they had used her toilet to make the Polyjuice Potion. With a roll of his emerald green eyes, a small smirk appeared on Harry’s face. She was just playing with him now. A dark brow arched slightly as she said she ‘thinks all her classes would be excellent’ for the year. Where they in the same universe for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Because having Snape as a Professor in that subject was anything but fine. “Do we have the same Defense Class Hermione? Because I fail to see how having Snape as Professor of that class is making it ‘excellent’.” He said, his tone taking on a sour note. It would be his luck that the man would take over the one subject Harry knew was his best. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, looking at Roxanna. “Again? Someone was throwing dungbombs this morning too. I took a secret passage to get down to the Potions class to avoid them. I think their taking this a little overboard. I mean, I know Fred and George were the best at the pranks, but they didn’t do this stuff that often.” He said with a frown. It was all gun and good laughs last year when they had to watch Dolores Umbridge run back and forth in a vain attempt to catch whomever was causing the mischief… but it wasn’t necessary now. Dumbledore had control of the school now. He couldn’t understand why the Professors were allowing it to continue. “Are we sure it’s just not Peeves?” he asked. That… would actually explain a lot. When Peeves felt things were becoming to quite, he had a habit of causing mayhem where ever he was. “How is that new History of Magic teacher?” he asked. He wasn’t taking the class this year. Not that he wanted to, but it had been the only O.W.L. that he had failed; having fallen asleep halfway through it and then had that vision of Si-… No, not going there. He swallowed slightly, trying to get rid of the lump the thought of his Godfather tended to lodge in his throat. words; 0470tag; roxanna and hermione note; sorry it took so long... work's killing me template made by missickle

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