Sueños Muertos

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I merely claim Chanda and other characters I make as well as plot ideas, etc.
Summary: Chanda Duquore. Her name means fierce. Quite honestly, a paralyzed snail is fiercer than she. When her parents die, she moves in with her Grandmother. She's hoping for a fresh start and a happy life. But her new life encounters Harry Potter who finds this muggle will become the world to him. But with Voldemort breathing down Harry's back, that can't happen... right?

Words to know:
Sueños Muertos - Dead Dreams
Si - Yes
Que - What
Lo siento - I'm sorry

We slowly make our way downstairs, mostly because of me. In the main hallway, the paintings quietly whisper amongst themselves. Finally, we reach the kitchen, where it seems everyone, and I mean everyone, is standing or sitting around. They become quiet as we enter.

"How are you feeling Chanda?" the pink haired woman asks.
"A lot better, thank you... I'm sorry about running out on you in the street back there..." I mutter the last part as Harry pulls out a chair for me.
She chuckles and flicks a piece of her hair back, "You don't have to apologize for a thing honey: you're the hero of the night after all."
"Oh..." I try to hide my face behind my hair because it's probably as red as a tomato.

Harry begins to talk to the Order about Hermione and finding her Partner. I should really pay attention but I'm getting sleepy.

"Maybe you should tell Harry so you can go back upstairs and sleep?"

And interrupt the meeting just because I'm sleepy, no thanks.

"You are so stubborn."

Si!

Sol sighs and curls up at my feet.

"ME?!"

I look up to see a red-haired boy with freckles smattered across his face freaking out.

"WHY ME?!" he shrieks again.

Everyone in the room winces.

"BECAUSE Ronald, it's the only way to find my Partner!" Hermione snaps angrily, "Do you think I'm going to enjoy kissing you?!"
"Do you think I am?!"

"Why don't you both just," one redheaded boy says.

"Get it over with?" says another who looks exactly the same. Must be twins.
"So that we can move on,"
"So we can retain our hearing,"
"Or what's left of it!" they say together.

"Bloody Hell," says weird-eye man, massaging his temples, "Are they always like this?" he turns to an older red-haired woman. Must be their mother.
"Yes, the boys have been betting on when Ron would finally get the courage to ask our Hermione out. I think they said when he's forty he would."
"Forty three to be exact," a red-haired girl says cheerily.

"Mum!" Ron hisses.
"Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione whimpers.

I begin to chuckle. This is honestly the funniest thing I've seen in awhile, and I live with Rosie mind you.

"Just go out in the hallway already!" the pink-haired woman says, trying not to laugh.

"Fine!" Ron grabs Hermione's arm and begins to pull her towards the door.

"Wait! Chanda, come with me," she says, digging her heals into the ground.

Everyone groans.

"Que?"

What on earth does she want me for?

"You know what will happen, so please!" she begs.
"But you'll know-"
"Please!"

"Just do it Chana, before we all try and kill them both," one of the twins says.
"Chanda," Harry and I both say quietly.
"S'what the man said!" the other one grins toothily.

"Fine, I'll come," I say and stand up.

Harry leaps up to help but I glare at him, "Harry Potter I am not an invalid and I am perfectly capable of walking five feet."
He opens his mouth to argue but I intensify my glare and begin to walk after the lovebirds.

Jos and Sol follow me out, chuckling to themselves the entire way. Once out in the hallway, I lean against the door. Who knew five feet would feel so long?

"So how do we do this?" Ron says gruffly.
I crack open my eyes to see them both watching me.
"You kiss. If you're her Partner, you'll know because something will happen," I say quietly.
He nods his head and turns to Hermione.

He takes a deep breath and steps forward. They look each other in the eye for a moment. Ron puts his arms on her hips, startling her, and pulls her closer. They continue eye contact as he gently presses his lips to hers. They continue to kiss, Hermione putting her arms around his neck.

I frown and look at Sol who shakes his head.

I cough a little and they break apart, blushing and refusing to look at each other.

"Well...?" Hermione whispers, "Is Ron my Partner?"

I sigh and look at their hopeful faces, "...No, lo siento."

They're both visibly crushed. Hermione wraps her arms around herself and stares at the ground.

"I-I'm sorry Ron," she whispers.

I open my mouth to tell them it's not anyone's fault but Ron growls angrily.

"Sure, whatever, it's not like you even wanted me to be it anyways," he snarls.
"That's not true Ron!"
"Sod off!"
"Ron!"

Hermione reaches out to touch him but he whorls around and sprints up the stairs. A couple tears escape her eyes. Jos begins to rub himself against her legs. I push off the door and gently pull her into a hug. She hiccups when we hear the front door slam shut and begins to cry.

Boys sure can be cruel, huh Sol?

"Love is a strange thing my dear, it can change people for better or worse..."

Ron ran down the street, not caring where he was going or what he would do next. He was completely and utterly crushed that he wasn't Hermione's Partner. He had observed the way Harry and Chanda acted towards one another and he was positive that the only reason Harry had bonded to the girl so much was because of the Partner and Medium bond they shared. They acted as if the other one was their entire world and he just wanted to have that with Hermione, was that too much to ask?

He slowed down and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking a rock down the sidewalk. He sighed and continued meandering through the streets, his mind torturing him by replaying the kiss over and over again in his mind.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts, that he didn't notice a shadowy figure begin to tail him...

Draco Malfoy was having a rough night. He rubbed the Dark Mark on his arm and glared at it: bloody over-Lords. He sighed and continued his patrol through the dingy neighborhood, wondering if anything interesting would happen. He was supposed to be trying to find the Order's hideout but nobody had had any luck. He was just about to give up actually trying or try and find somewhere to go sleep when he spotted Ronald Weasley.

He grinned and began to follow him: maybe this night wasn't so crummy after all.

Hi there. This should have been out a long time ago. I'm a horrible updater, as you may know if you've stayed with me this long. I hope you guys like this chapter, it makes me smile.

Aly