Threads of Silk(Harry Potter)
Harry desended upon the ground with a soft sigh, sheilding his emerald eyes with the topside of one hand in an effort to relieve the blinding waves of white light that the sun sent out. His eyes lifted from the mess of black hair in front of him to the ground where already a few gold and crimnson cloaked magicians were already kicking off on the spindly brooms that had also served as last years riding 'utensials'. The young Potter sighed, lifting his robes up a few inches to continue down the stairs. He didn't want to trip,now did he? He checked just how many Gryffindors were above the feild and sighed a breath of relief, glad that he wasn't late again. He had been talking with Ron Weasley about just how to get Draco back for the almost unforgivable crime he had bestowed upon Harry, and had simply lost track of time. He now hurried, pumping his arms fast in an effort to get his rather lanky body across the heated grounds. The tempurature rose quickly in the nearing noon day, and the waves of heat could be felt radiating from the green stalks. He heard a name called after him and turned promptly, sliding right into the grey double doors of the Gryffindor locker room. He lifted his face to see a rather huge offering to help him up. Brushing a now tainted green palm away to further inspect who it was he chuckled softly to himself,grasping the hand and leaping up with an exhale of air.
"Hagrid, what are you doing out here? It's a bloody 200 degrees!" Harry overexaggerated, but he was sure it wasn't a long ways off. Hagrid glanced down,casting a shadow twice the size of the young boy. "Fang got out, so I decided he needed a walk anyways, the lazy bastard.." Harry couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, rubbing the forehead of the slobbering,panting,ebony boarhound that sat beside Hagrid. "It's the last of October.. Your going to overheat the poor thing.. But anyways, I have to get to Quiditch practice! You know Madam Hooch when she's grumpy" He scowled and Hagrid winced, nodding in agreement. "Unfortunatly, I do" And they parted ways, Hagrid giving a wave and heading back to the tiny hut, Harry scurrying inside to change robes in a hurry,sliding out onto the feild, out of breathing and panting.
As the wide doors swung open the whole team was grounded, facing Harry, Madam Hooch's usually uplifted face brought down to earth with a scowl. With that look age definatly caught up with the athletic woman and Harry whimpered softly to himself, cowering a bit as he stalked to the middle of the feild, long robes dragging softly in the sand,creating tiny wripples behind him.His broomstick made jagged lines, the hilt of it grasped firmly in his hand, the scraggling twigs dragging behind.No matter how hard he tried and polished, his Nimbus just seemed to keep getting older. Perchance time was catching up with it? He drew his attention back to Madam Hooch,who stood with her hands on her hips,frowing.
"And just WHERE were you Mister Potter? This is the third time THIS WEEK!" Madam Hooch swaked angrily and he gave a sheepish grin and a nervous chuckle, the rest of the team snickering silently behind her, glove clad hands hiding their wide grins. Harry hoped that they weren't laughing at him,just the perturbed instructor. "I was ontime, Madaam' Hooch, just Hagrid stopped me to visit for a moment..or two" He realized it was about a half hour later and Harry mounted his broom, giving a wry grin."But that was past, and we still have practice! C'mon!" There he was again, getting himself out of trouble by making everyone chuckle. He held on tight,kicking off to hover inches from Hooch's face, whirling upside down to give her a cocky grin. She had to grin at that and the rest of the team repeated his action. A bunch of Gryffindors hanging upside down, what lunatics.
Just then a particularly white creature moves underfoot from the laughing Gryffindors. Harry glanced down,furrowing a brow at the green cloaked person, grinding his teeth as he realized that the bleach blonde was(none other than) Draco Malfoy. He guided the Nimbus down closer, inching it to a few feet above the two conversing persons, making sure to swoop and steady himself again,hanging around the two so it would look like he was practising,and not practicing that art of eavesdropping. He caught bits and parts from the both, his eyes going wide, and his face white. "Potter..Cheating..Rigged the bludgers......Arm....Oh goodness......Yes,I'm alright..." He whipped up fast, nearly turning straight up to zip into the air until a shrill whistle was produced. Harry winced, slowly making his way down,the other Gryffindors looking rather confused, and a few scowled upon seeing the heir of the 'Malfoy Fortune' at their practice. Harry wasn't going to get in trouble this time for something he didn't do,and he knew just how do get himself out again.
"Please dismount your brooms and lay them at your sides.. Harry, step forward"Called Madam Hooch almost solemly, unsure of the previous game, as she had been out of England on business with a Russian friend of hers, the Head Mistress of the only school worldwide that held the Veela heritage strong. She glanced to Harry with cold,golden-hawk eyes, and for a moment they seemed to turn soft, believing that if he put up a good case she could throw the blame the to Bludgers wild spirit. Harry gulped but kept his head up,detirmined not to give anyone even a shadow of a doubt that he had done what Draco had obviously lied about. The young boy stood behind Hooch with a wide,smug grin,and Harry felt the fire burn in his chest."Now Harry..Draco tells me that you put some sort of a..homing hex on those bludgers last game.. Is that right?" Another student stuttered to speech but the mistress put a hand to her mouth, glaring once before turning back to Harry. He gulped again, staring most feriouscly at Malfoy. "No, it is not true, Madam Hooch. I have yet to learn or even hear of any hexs that will make an object,a bludger at that, follow anyone to harm them." Draco hissed. "Liar!" He snapped, pointing a finger accusingly at him.He stared right back though made no progressive movements, looking back up to Madam Hooch. "I...I can prove it" He said quietly and it turned quiet, even Draco lowered his arm in curious intent. "Please show us how, Mister Potter. I would hate to give you trouble for something you didn't do." She explained,and took a step back.
Harry sighed softly, reaching out to Dracos' still slightly levitated arm, grasping it firm in his palm, squeezing it slightly. Draco had stood there for five seconds or more, until he remembered this was the arm that was (falsely) bandaged. He then yelped, and Harry pulled him to him with a hard jerk. He would have liked to punch him right there, but he contained himself as the Slytherin squirmed. "Harry!" Hooch called out, but he raised a hand to hush her. He slowly unwrapped the arm, revealing the pale milkyness of Dracos arm, twisting it all the way around until the boy yelped and he remembered that he was hurting him,however much he would have liked to. "Sorry" He mumbled, then lifted the arm up in a triumphant grin, which made the rest of the team smile as well,ready to watch Malfoy get in trouble for once. "As you can see, Mister Malfoy's arm has no abrasions,scars,nicks,or bruises of any sort, therefore proving Draco the liar!" He tried to sound proper but chuckled afterwards, dropping his arm to stalk off the feild,knowing that someone else would pick up his broomstick. He grinned softly as Madam Hooch's sqwauks resounded the grounds and he flopped underneath an aspen, staring up to the retreating skyline.
This was the time the young Potter liked best, being able to watch the day fade into night with no arguementing,just giving each one their time to shine. He sighed softly as a glimmer came from the castle, catching his eyes. They were decorating the Great Hall for the annual Halloween Ball that Harry had attended for 6 years now, considering that first years weren't allowed to go. He snorted softly, glancing away from the twinkling of the open window that seemed to protrude oddly from the castle wall. The sky had caught his attention again. A few of the members had changed out of their adorned robes back into their mandatory school ones, and they were heading towards Harry to congradulate him,he figured. "Good job Potter!" and "Way to go Harry!" Filled his ears and he nodded. The siblings, almost twins, moved away,figuring Harry probebly wanted some time alone, as everyone did from time to time. He glanced back up to the sky, sighing softly as the lavenders and reds shifted to a navy encompassment.Then the stars shone. They looked beautiful, like ..like..tiny silver threads.
Harry desended upon the ground with a soft sigh, sheilding his emerald eyes with the topside of one hand in an effort to relieve the blinding waves of white light that the sun sent out. His eyes lifted from the mess of black hair in front of him to the ground where already a few gold and crimnson cloaked magicians were already kicking off on the spindly brooms that had also served as last years riding 'utensials'. The young Potter sighed, lifting his robes up a few inches to continue down the stairs. He didn't want to trip,now did he? He checked just how many Gryffindors were above the feild and sighed a breath of relief, glad that he wasn't late again. He had been talking with Ron Weasley about just how to get Draco back for the almost unforgivable crime he had bestowed upon Harry, and had simply lost track of time. He now hurried, pumping his arms fast in an effort to get his rather lanky body across the heated grounds. The tempurature rose quickly in the nearing noon day, and the waves of heat could be felt radiating from the green stalks. He heard a name called after him and turned promptly, sliding right into the grey double doors of the Gryffindor locker room. He lifted his face to see a rather huge offering to help him up. Brushing a now tainted green palm away to further inspect who it was he chuckled softly to himself,grasping the hand and leaping up with an exhale of air.
"Hagrid, what are you doing out here? It's a bloody 200 degrees!" Harry overexaggerated, but he was sure it wasn't a long ways off. Hagrid glanced down,casting a shadow twice the size of the young boy. "Fang got out, so I decided he needed a walk anyways, the lazy bastard.." Harry couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, rubbing the forehead of the slobbering,panting,ebony boarhound that sat beside Hagrid. "It's the last of October.. Your going to overheat the poor thing.. But anyways, I have to get to Quiditch practice! You know Madam Hooch when she's grumpy" He scowled and Hagrid winced, nodding in agreement. "Unfortunatly, I do" And they parted ways, Hagrid giving a wave and heading back to the tiny hut, Harry scurrying inside to change robes in a hurry,sliding out onto the feild, out of breathing and panting.
As the wide doors swung open the whole team was grounded, facing Harry, Madam Hooch's usually uplifted face brought down to earth with a scowl. With that look age definatly caught up with the athletic woman and Harry whimpered softly to himself, cowering a bit as he stalked to the middle of the feild, long robes dragging softly in the sand,creating tiny wripples behind him.His broomstick made jagged lines, the hilt of it grasped firmly in his hand, the scraggling twigs dragging behind.No matter how hard he tried and polished, his Nimbus just seemed to keep getting older. Perchance time was catching up with it? He drew his attention back to Madam Hooch,who stood with her hands on her hips,frowing.
"And just WHERE were you Mister Potter? This is the third time THIS WEEK!" Madam Hooch swaked angrily and he gave a sheepish grin and a nervous chuckle, the rest of the team snickering silently behind her, glove clad hands hiding their wide grins. Harry hoped that they weren't laughing at him,just the perturbed instructor. "I was ontime, Madaam' Hooch, just Hagrid stopped me to visit for a moment..or two" He realized it was about a half hour later and Harry mounted his broom, giving a wry grin."But that was past, and we still have practice! C'mon!" There he was again, getting himself out of trouble by making everyone chuckle. He held on tight,kicking off to hover inches from Hooch's face, whirling upside down to give her a cocky grin. She had to grin at that and the rest of the team repeated his action. A bunch of Gryffindors hanging upside down, what lunatics.
Just then a particularly white creature moves underfoot from the laughing Gryffindors. Harry glanced down,furrowing a brow at the green cloaked person, grinding his teeth as he realized that the bleach blonde was(none other than) Draco Malfoy. He guided the Nimbus down closer, inching it to a few feet above the two conversing persons, making sure to swoop and steady himself again,hanging around the two so it would look like he was practising,and not practicing that art of eavesdropping. He caught bits and parts from the both, his eyes going wide, and his face white. "Potter..Cheating..Rigged the bludgers......Arm....Oh goodness......Yes,I'm alright..." He whipped up fast, nearly turning straight up to zip into the air until a shrill whistle was produced. Harry winced, slowly making his way down,the other Gryffindors looking rather confused, and a few scowled upon seeing the heir of the 'Malfoy Fortune' at their practice. Harry wasn't going to get in trouble this time for something he didn't do,and he knew just how do get himself out again.
"Please dismount your brooms and lay them at your sides.. Harry, step forward"Called Madam Hooch almost solemly, unsure of the previous game, as she had been out of England on business with a Russian friend of hers, the Head Mistress of the only school worldwide that held the Veela heritage strong. She glanced to Harry with cold,golden-hawk eyes, and for a moment they seemed to turn soft, believing that if he put up a good case she could throw the blame the to Bludgers wild spirit. Harry gulped but kept his head up,detirmined not to give anyone even a shadow of a doubt that he had done what Draco had obviously lied about. The young boy stood behind Hooch with a wide,smug grin,and Harry felt the fire burn in his chest."Now Harry..Draco tells me that you put some sort of a..homing hex on those bludgers last game.. Is that right?" Another student stuttered to speech but the mistress put a hand to her mouth, glaring once before turning back to Harry. He gulped again, staring most feriouscly at Malfoy. "No, it is not true, Madam Hooch. I have yet to learn or even hear of any hexs that will make an object,a bludger at that, follow anyone to harm them." Draco hissed. "Liar!" He snapped, pointing a finger accusingly at him.He stared right back though made no progressive movements, looking back up to Madam Hooch. "I...I can prove it" He said quietly and it turned quiet, even Draco lowered his arm in curious intent. "Please show us how, Mister Potter. I would hate to give you trouble for something you didn't do." She explained,and took a step back.
Harry sighed softly, reaching out to Dracos' still slightly levitated arm, grasping it firm in his palm, squeezing it slightly. Draco had stood there for five seconds or more, until he remembered this was the arm that was (falsely) bandaged. He then yelped, and Harry pulled him to him with a hard jerk. He would have liked to punch him right there, but he contained himself as the Slytherin squirmed. "Harry!" Hooch called out, but he raised a hand to hush her. He slowly unwrapped the arm, revealing the pale milkyness of Dracos arm, twisting it all the way around until the boy yelped and he remembered that he was hurting him,however much he would have liked to. "Sorry" He mumbled, then lifted the arm up in a triumphant grin, which made the rest of the team smile as well,ready to watch Malfoy get in trouble for once. "As you can see, Mister Malfoy's arm has no abrasions,scars,nicks,or bruises of any sort, therefore proving Draco the liar!" He tried to sound proper but chuckled afterwards, dropping his arm to stalk off the feild,knowing that someone else would pick up his broomstick. He grinned softly as Madam Hooch's sqwauks resounded the grounds and he flopped underneath an aspen, staring up to the retreating skyline.
This was the time the young Potter liked best, being able to watch the day fade into night with no arguementing,just giving each one their time to shine. He sighed softly as a glimmer came from the castle, catching his eyes. They were decorating the Great Hall for the annual Halloween Ball that Harry had attended for 6 years now, considering that first years weren't allowed to go. He snorted softly, glancing away from the twinkling of the open window that seemed to protrude oddly from the castle wall. The sky had caught his attention again. A few of the members had changed out of their adorned robes back into their mandatory school ones, and they were heading towards Harry to congradulate him,he figured. "Good job Potter!" and "Way to go Harry!" Filled his ears and he nodded. The siblings, almost twins, moved away,figuring Harry probebly wanted some time alone, as everyone did from time to time. He glanced back up to the sky, sighing softly as the lavenders and reds shifted to a navy encompassment.Then the stars shone. They looked beautiful, like ..like..tiny silver threads.