Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Harry took out his wand and murmured, "Tempus!" and realized that it was almost noon. He had spent over five hours in the room and he needed to hurry up to get back to their daily meeting in the library. After all, he had a few things to say to her about Halloween.

Harry called Hedwig back and got dressed. A few minutes later, he and his owl left the room and headed towards the library.

Well, long story short, Hermione never showed up at the library that day. Or any of the days for the following week. It was odd for her. She would never stay away from there for too long. Harry had first thought that she was traumatized from the fight with the troll, but she seemed oddly chipper for someone who had almost died a few days prior.

Hermione was going to the library, but only to take out books, and didn't actually study there. She probably stayed in the common room with her new friends. Oh, yeah, that was a thing. For some reason, she decided that Longbottom and Weasley of all people were good enough to be her friends. He did find that out the hard way, when he saw her toddling after them, trying to get them to stop leaving their assignments to the last minute.

It was disgusting, and Harry had seen the two boys practically insult her for months, and for some reason, she just forgave them, and practically started tutoring them. It put him in a foul mood, to everyone's confusion. After all, their friendship was supposed to be secret.

And so, with new friends from her house, Hermione practically forgot about Harry, or maybe even actively avoided him. It hurt, even if he didn't want to admit it. It really hurt when someone just spits on your friendship like that. Harry had taken a leap of faith with Hermione. He didn't see the member of the golden trio, he didn't see the brave bookworm from the stories, he only saw a lonely girl that was as socially awkward as he was and offered her a hand in friendship. He knew how terrible being alone was, and he was willing to spare the girl. And in return, she spat on his goodwill and abandoned him for the first people that offered her a hand in friendship.

Still, being alone was something Harry was used to. He was alone with the Dursleys, and he was alone in his previous life. And so, the young Slytherin persevered. He stopped sitting by Hermione during classes, even if it was assigned to him previously. The professors seemed to see that whatever cordiality there was before was gone after Halloween and just pretended that nothing happened. Well, every professor except Snape, of course, was delighted at the sight of Harry being uncomfortable.

Harry had decided to sit next to Daphne during class. The potion master had noticed the switch and wasn't having any of it, "Potter, why are you sitting here?"

"Because we have potion class, professor?" Harry responded in mock confusion.

"No, I have assigned you to partner up with Granger, and you will continue to do so until I say otherwise. Do you understand that, Potter?"

Harry grimaced and moved to sit next to Hermione, who looked just as awkward as he felt. The man proceeded to continue the lessons, and Harry promptly ignored his partner as the professor continued to explain the properties of the potion they were brewing, as well as the different techniques of doing so.

When the man finally told them to read the instructions and start brewing, Harry silently went to pick up the potion ingredients and started preparing them. He didn't even look at Hermione when he told her, "I'll prepare the ingredients. You, get the potion started."

The girl stammered in response, but Harry ignored her and focused on dicing the hellebore roots and crushing the unicorn horn that was needed by the potion. They worked in silence, with Hermione working on the potion, and Harry fixing the small mistakes that she – unknowingly – does. Snape was very harsh with his grading when it came to Harry's potions, and he didn't want to get lower grades because of his unspoken spat with Hermione.

As usual, Snape just sniffed at their potion and didn't say anything. That meant that it was practically flawless. By the time class was over, Harry just walked in the other way without saying a word to his former friend.

Harry let out a grimace when Hermione ran after him, "Harry! Harry!"

The last Potter stopped and turned, "Yes?"

"Can we talk for a minute?" the Gryffindor asked.

Seeing no harm in it, he nodded in acceptance, and the two of them entered an empty classroom.

Harry took a look at Hermione, who was awkwardly fidgeting, "What is it?"

The girl flinched slightly and responded, "Are we okay?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about," Harry responded.

"Oh, come on Harry. You barely said anything to me during our potion class," the bushy haired girl protested.

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