Hey everybody! This is a new story I'm writing that just popped into my head one night. So I hope that you enjoy it.
Also I'm putting "Violation Leads to Love" on hiatus for know. I am on major writing block for it.
I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters in the books/movies.
ENJOY!
I walk around the castle dodging people. No one sees me, I'm like a ghost. The war is over, my purpose is over. I've become a shadow of myself. I talk to no one, the people in my house tried to talk to me but they soon gave up when I gave no responses. Everyone else could care less, and I don't blame them. I deserve it. I drift over to the library and sit in the corner. I don't do anything, I don't read, I don't even look around. I just put my head down and hope that I don't have any bad dreams tonight. It's a futile hope; the dreams always come back, no matter what. I sit there for an hour before Madam Pince kicks me out. I drift toward the kitchens hoping to grab some small bight to eat (I'd taken to eating in the kitchens where there were no people only house elves) and as I round the corner, I run right into someone. I lose my balance and start to fall when strong hands grab my shoulders and help me get my balance.
"I'm sorry" I whisper before going on,
"Wait!" I stop and wait for the verbal abuse or whatever else the speaker wants. "Look at me will you Parkinsen?" I hesitate and turn around begrudgingly. I don't like to have faces to put with the voices. It makes all to perfect material for nightmares. Of course some faces will never disappear from my memory. I look right into the confused face of none other than Ron Weasly. The most Gryffindorest person I've ever met, besides Potter and Granger. He's staring at me like he's never seen me before. True, he's only seen me once or twice, but still. He seems to shake off the confusion and puts on a sneer to rival any Slytherins. I absently wonder if he's even in the right house, but shake that thought off as I remember his ridiculous Gryffindor courage.
"I didn't know Slytherins even knew how to say 'I'm sorry'. Are you sick, or did you finally lose your mind to the insanity that compelled you to follow Voldermort." My head snaps up, and I feel a surge of anger that I haven't felt in months.
"You git! Are you trying to make me feel worse? Do you even notice what I look like? I should, I should..." but the anger is already fading, and I feel my shoulders slump after the unexpected rush of adrenaline. I look back up at Weasly, and find him studying me closely. I decide to do something that I haven't done to anyone except for two people. I get read of the shutter that I keep over my eyes so that no one can see my emotions. My eyes are haunted, and filled with way to much sadness, and regret than they should be. I made the mistake of letting my aunt and uncle sees once and was almost shipped off to St. Mungo's for grief counseling. He hisses and takes in a shocked breath, but doesn't step back. Then I turn and walk away, hoping, beyond hope that he'll leave me alone from now on.
I'm on my way to class the next morning, and I'm just passing Weasly, Potter, and Granger, the famous trio. When Weasly stops and stares at me with an expression of indecision, his friends look at him with confusion.
"Morning Parkinsen" and with that he walks off ignoring the questions being fired at him from two avidly, curious friends, and the questioning looks from the rest of the school. I stare after him in surprise for a few seconds before walking off to class.
The rest of the day passes much the same, whenever Weasly passes me, he'll nod at me, greet me, and then walk off without waiting for an answer. I'm actually so annoyed by the end of the day that instead of going to the library as usual that I decide to go to dining hall for the first time in a month and a-half. I'm filled with curiosity to see if he'll great me in front of the whole hall. I walk in ten minutes late on purpose, just to make sure that everyone notices me. I walk in and immediately start to regret this. Every eye is on me, freezing me, I can't move. I feel the panic in my mind start to build. I don't even notice anyone else. I just see one big nameless crowd, accusing me with their eyes, I feel a gently hand on my wrist tugging me out of the hall, and then I'm in the familiar blackness of the halls. I lean against the wall trying to breathe past the panic still in my mind. But the hand on my wrist keeps tugging me, making me follow them down the halls. I look up and instead of seeing a teacher as I suspected, I see none other than Ron Weasly! He keeps walking and I vaguely realize in the back of my mind that we're heading toward the kitchen. We finally reach the portrait of fruit and he reaches out and tickles the pear. We enter the kitchen and are immediately surrounded by house elves. The house elves are so comforting, that's why I spend most of my time in the kitchens. Weasly leads me over to a table and has me sit down at it. I sit there and stare at the table, my mind to numb to even think of asking questions. He comes back a moment later sitting a bowl of soup in front of me. I don't move to eat, I don't do anything. I hear him sigh.
"Eat. You need your strength." he tells me comfortingly. I hear a bubble of hysterical laughter fall out of my mouth. It's a Gryffindor comforting a broken Slytherin. More hysterical giggles fall out of me. I can't do anything to stop them. And then his arms are on my shoulders, shaking me, telling me to snap out of it. But I can't, the little bubble of sanity that I'd been holding onto ever since the war is slowly disappearing, and Ron Weasly is the only person who cares. I don't notice when my hysterical laughter turns to tears. I only notice the warm, comforting arms that surround me, the woody scent that fill my whole body. I cry for so long, there's no sense of time. My sobs finally slow down, but I can't bring myself to move from the relative safety of his arms. He finally pulls back and disappears, a moment later he's back with a washcloth. He wipes my face off and hands me a tissue. I take it gratefully. A little while later I'm sitting back at the table staring at the soup again. This time I summon the strength to begin eating the soup. He disappears while I eat, and I wonder briefly if he left. But my sleepy brain can't really concentrate on very much. I finish my soup and lay my head down on the table, but just as I get comfortable he appears again, this time he has Hermione Granger with him. I don't comment. He grabs my wrist and starts leading me out of the kitchens and down the hallways again. Granger just follows us both with a curious expression on her face. We finally reach the Slytherin statue that leads to the common room.
"What's the password Pans?" he asks me in a gentle voice. I jerk at the use of the nickname that I haven't heard since... since I can't remember.
"Chamber of Secrets." I whisper. The statue slides open to reveal the cold common room, I flinch when a draft of cold air hits me. Suddenly Blaise Zambini is blocking the door, flanked by... by Draco Malfoy and Millicent Bullstrode.
"She's not welcome in here anymore. She can get her stuff and leave peacefully or we can throw her stuff out and dispose of it if it's still there in the morning." He tells us in a cold voice. Malfoy looks less than happy to participate in this, but Bullstrode has this gleeful look on her face. Ro... Weasly growls and then turns to Granger.
"Hermione go with her and help her get her stuff." Granger looks doubtful, but after a pleading look from Weasly sighs and grabs my hand. She leads me past the three Slytherins that are in charge of kicking me out and up the stairs to the girl's dormitory.
"Which one's your bed?" Granger asks me softly. I point to the one in the corner and she walks over with a determined look on her face. The other Slytherin girls are glaring at both of us, glaring at Granger and giving me pitying looks, or ignoring us all together. Granger comes back a moment later with a shrunken chest and leads me back down the stairs. When we get to the bottom we find the common room filled a good bit more Slytherins than last time. Their reactions are the same as the girls in the dormitory. We walk out of the common room and I turn my back on Slytherins for good.
Ron, I just gave up on calling him Weasly, starts leading me again, but this time he's holding my hand instead of my wrist. I assume that we're heading to see McGonnal. So when we stop in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady I'm completely confused. Ron gives the Fat Lady the password, but I don't hear it. My panic is starting to come back. This is Gryffindor, I'm and ex-Slytherin! They won't accept me, they'll judge me, taunt me! I feel my breathing coming in short little pants. Ron tugs on my hand but I don't move. I'm frozen with fear again.
"Hey, it's okay. Everybody's really nice. They'll give you a chance." He tugs my hand again, and this time I look at him and let his see all my fear. It's odd how much I trust him. He sighs and opens his arms. I walk over to him and he holds for a little bit. His scent helps to calm me, so when he pulls back and tugs on my hand again I take a hesitant step forward. He steps up through the portrait and leans out to look down at me.
"Come on. Give yourself a chance at happiness. Don't be scared." and for the first time, in a long time, I feel hope worm it's way into my heart. I step up into the portrait and into my new life.
So... this is the first chapter in this story. Tell me what you think and please review. Also... should I make Draco go good? I'm leaning toward it, but I'm not sure about it.
Love ya'll.