Harmony - Chapter One
âOy! Presents!â A shout came from across the room.
Harry sat up groggily and reached for his glasses. He blinked a few times until his vision was focused on Ronald Weasley hurriedly opening presents.
âShouldnât we wait for Hermione?â Harry asked him, not wanting his crush other best friend to feel left out.
Ron merely grumbled and folded his arms, glaring down at the floor.
Harry chose to just ignore the redheadâs grumbling, and went to the common room to get Hermione.
He ran up the stairs and began yelling her name, when all of a sudden, the stairs turned into a slide and he slid back down.
ââMione!â He shouted from the bottom of the stairs/slide.Â
A bushy haired witch wearing her nightgown and holding an angry, orange, fuzzball in her hands appeared at the top of the steps.
She pressed her palm against her mouth, stifling a laugh. When she saw Harryâs expression though, she couldnât help but let out a giggle.
And Harry thought it was the most beautiful sound heâd ever heard.
âOh Harry, youâre so silly!â She teasingly scolded him. âDonât you know that boys canât go into the girlsâ dormitories? Itâs in Hogwarts, A History. Honestly, am I the only one who bothers to read?!â She finished, chuckling under her breath.
As she descended down the stairs, Harry took her hand in his, and he couldâve sworn he saw a blush tinting her face.
Grinning, Harry jogged up the stairs to the boysâ dormitory, pulling Hermione behind him.
Slightly out of breath with her face flushed, the brightest witch of her age flopped down rather ungracefully onto Harryâs bed.
Crookshanks had jumped out of her arms when they were coming up the stairs, and was now prowling around the room, tail swishing back and forth.
âOY! WHATâS THAT BLOODY CAT DOING HERE?!â Ron bellowed, holding Scabbers protectively against his chest.
Crookshanksâ yellow eyes just narrowed at the squirming rat in the young Weasleyâs arms.
âDONâT YOU SEE HOW HEâS LOOKING AT SCABBERS?? GET HIM OUTTA HERE!â Ron aimed a misjudged kick at the half-kneazle, only to hit Harryâs trunk with his foot.
Ron howled in pain, and hopped up and down on one foot. To Hermione, it was rather amusing and she couldnât help but feel that he deserved what heâd gotten.
Harry had to stifle a laugh as well, seeing as the whole thing was rather amusing. He just wished his two best friends could get along better though.
When the pain finally subsided for Ron, he glared darkly at Hermione, and she was almost concerned for the flash of hatred in his eyes.
Clearing his throat, Harry changed the subject and suggested they get back to opening presents. Reaching over, Harry grabbed an oddly shaped parcel at the foot of his bed.
He quickly unwrapped it, eager to see what it was. And boy was he shocked.
It was a new broomstick.
Not just any new broomstick, but the newest of new broomsticks.
It was the Firebolt.Â
Harry admired the glossy wood and traced his fingers over the engraving of the modelâs name on the handle.Â
Ron just gaped. Hermione couldâve sworn she saw drool seep out of his mouth as well, and she scrunched up her nose in disgust.
âHarry, is that-â Ron lamely started.
âYeah,â Harry breathed, admiring the beautiful broom. âItâs a Firebolt!â
âDo you know who sent it?â Hermione inquired, looking over his shoulder for a note.
âErm... no.â Harry answered, somewhat disappointed.Â
Instead of looking happy for him, Hermione almost looked... concerned.
âDâyou reckon it was Lupin?â Ron asked, his mouth full with a chocolate frog someone had sent him.
âProfessor Lupin.â Hermione chided, earning a glare from the Weasley.
âI donât think Lupin has the kind of money to afford something like this, Ron.â Harry stated, entirely sure it was someone else whoâd sent it.
âWell who cares who gave it to you, letâs take her for a fly!â Ron happily sprung up and practically ripped the broom from Harryâs arms.
âI donât think anyone should ride that broom just yet!â Hermione piped up, slightly unsure of herself.
Ron just rolled his eyes. âWhat dâyou think Harryâs gonna do with it, sweep the floor?â Ron rudely finished.
Hermione just ducked her head, mumbling out apologies before exiting the room, Crookshanks not too far behind her.Â
Harry frowned. He didnât want her to be upset, especially not on Christmas. His thoughts were interrupted when Ron snorted.
âRight bitch that one is, isnât she?â He narrowed his eyes at the door that sheâd just walked through.Â
Unknown to Ron, Hermione had heard everything heâd said and was now running out of the Griffindor common room, with tears streaming down her face.
Harry whirled around to face Ron, his emerald eyes filled with rage.
âHOW COULD YOU?! SHEâS OUR FRIEND!â He furiously yelled at his former best mate.
âNo, she was yours. I never gave a flying shit about her,â Ron confessed to Harry.
The Boy-Who-Lived took a deep breath and calmly walked towards the door, not wanting the fight to escalate.
âBloody know-it-all.â Ron muttered the last part to himself, but Harry heard him.
He stopped and without really thinking it through, he punched the redhead square in the nose and heard a satisfying crunch.
âBLOODY HELL, MATE!â Ron screeched as he fell to the ground, clutching his broken, bleeding nose.
Harry swiftly turned around, and stalked out of the room and into the common room. He felt slightly guilty, but Ron had been a right git, so he deserved it.
ââMione?â He called up the stairs. When he heard no response, he tried to climb them again, only to remember it wouldnât work.
âShit.â He swore under his breath, pacing at the bottom of the stairs. He ran a hand through his messy, jet-black hair when he noticed something.
It was Crookshanks.Â
There was no way Hermione would leave him down here while she went up to the girlsâ dormitories.Â
And with that, the young wizard left the Griffindor Common Room and began to search for the love of his life his best friend.














