Ok something slightly different from my last story, this one is a bit more
romantic, thanks to my inspiration: Beneath the Hate, the person who wrote
that was a genius. PLEASE review and tell me if you want to know what
happens next. By the way the character, Julia Sullivan is all my own
thought, don't blame JKR. Disclaimer, this is sad stuff.
"What's the point?" she thought, he never notices me. He comes in and I want to talk with him I want to ask him so many things, but to him I'm just a student, I'm just silly old Julia Sullivan, the girl with the dreamy eyes, and the long dark hair, who hardly ever gets any questions right. I don't know practical, I couldn't do an essay to save my life, and I wouldn't know a Dark Arts spell if it fell onto my nose, so I get a couple of disappointed looks and a detention scroll every single time.
She conjured up a goblet of hot chocolate from thin air and drank it slowly, savouring its warmth. "Is it me?" She asked herself for the umpteenth time, am I so disgustingly ugly that no one will look at me? Let alone love me? The tears squeezed out of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, her cat came closer and snuggled up to her, "You love me Darkstar don't you?" Darkstar purred in reply, she cuddled him and dried her tears on his fur, "I love you too."
The morning bell shattered the silence, "Oh shit!" Julia sprang from the bed and jumped into the shower, scrubbing herself with her bath puff she lathered herself with soap then rinsed and dried herself. Dragging on her clothes she checked her bag for the necessary books, combed back her wet rat-tailed hair with a grip and rushed down the stairs like a whirlwind. She entered the Great Hall, the sky was a gloomy grey and pale clouds scuttled across its surface, she found the empty place where she always sat, about five miles from anyone else, no one else wanted to sit here, "Oh well," she thought, "Another day."
"Miss Sullivan! Miss Sullivan!" She jerked out of her doze to face a livid Professor Snape, "Miss Sullivan, if you would be kind enough to stay conscious during my lesson then maybe you wouldn't have a double detention right now!" "I'm so sorry Professor Snape, I just, I just…" the tears turned into a waterfall down her thin cheeks, "There, there," said Snape uncomfortably, "There's no need to cry." "Just start your potion and get on with your work." She added the necessary ingredients to the potion they were doing today- a fortune telling potion and stirred it quickly over the slow flame. "Now, to test it out," she heard Snape say, "Take one of your eyelashes, drop it into the potion, leave for 5 to 10 seconds then look deep into your potions depths, it will tell you what will happen in the next week," he paused with a snakish smile, "If, you have done it properly." Julia dropped one of her dark brown eyelashes into the simmering cauldron as told, then stared into her cauldron with shocked amazement, for there in the middle of a cauldron a heart had appeared, first white, but quickly changing colour to a glorious scarlet it rose out of the cauldron and exploded into a million bluebirds before the potion classes eyes. "Well," said Snape, choosing his words with care, "I see Miss Sullivan that next week will be exciting for you!"
As she lay in bed that night, Julia thought how peculiar it was that a love sign had come out of her cauldron, and not Magda Piony's or Peatry Birshank's-the playgirls of her class. "What could happen to me this week, for, she had the feeling that Snape hadn't told her everything the heart foresaw.
Early in the morning Julia slipped down stairs to the staff room and tentatively knocked on the door, Professor Snape came to the door, "Yes, Julia, what can I do for you?" "Well," she said, not quite knowing what to say, "Last lesson, I had the feeling that there was something about my prediction that you didn't tell me, was there?" "Well," said Snape embarrassed by the turn of events, "That sign appears only when," he tugged at his collar, "Never mind, you know they're not entirely trustworthy those truth potions," he paused, a look of concern crossed his face, "Don't do anything you'll regret, ok?" "Yes Professor." "And don't be late for my lesson." "No Professor," Julia sighed, it was going to be a strange week.
"What's the point?" she thought, he never notices me. He comes in and I want to talk with him I want to ask him so many things, but to him I'm just a student, I'm just silly old Julia Sullivan, the girl with the dreamy eyes, and the long dark hair, who hardly ever gets any questions right. I don't know practical, I couldn't do an essay to save my life, and I wouldn't know a Dark Arts spell if it fell onto my nose, so I get a couple of disappointed looks and a detention scroll every single time.
She conjured up a goblet of hot chocolate from thin air and drank it slowly, savouring its warmth. "Is it me?" She asked herself for the umpteenth time, am I so disgustingly ugly that no one will look at me? Let alone love me? The tears squeezed out of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, her cat came closer and snuggled up to her, "You love me Darkstar don't you?" Darkstar purred in reply, she cuddled him and dried her tears on his fur, "I love you too."
The morning bell shattered the silence, "Oh shit!" Julia sprang from the bed and jumped into the shower, scrubbing herself with her bath puff she lathered herself with soap then rinsed and dried herself. Dragging on her clothes she checked her bag for the necessary books, combed back her wet rat-tailed hair with a grip and rushed down the stairs like a whirlwind. She entered the Great Hall, the sky was a gloomy grey and pale clouds scuttled across its surface, she found the empty place where she always sat, about five miles from anyone else, no one else wanted to sit here, "Oh well," she thought, "Another day."
"Miss Sullivan! Miss Sullivan!" She jerked out of her doze to face a livid Professor Snape, "Miss Sullivan, if you would be kind enough to stay conscious during my lesson then maybe you wouldn't have a double detention right now!" "I'm so sorry Professor Snape, I just, I just…" the tears turned into a waterfall down her thin cheeks, "There, there," said Snape uncomfortably, "There's no need to cry." "Just start your potion and get on with your work." She added the necessary ingredients to the potion they were doing today- a fortune telling potion and stirred it quickly over the slow flame. "Now, to test it out," she heard Snape say, "Take one of your eyelashes, drop it into the potion, leave for 5 to 10 seconds then look deep into your potions depths, it will tell you what will happen in the next week," he paused with a snakish smile, "If, you have done it properly." Julia dropped one of her dark brown eyelashes into the simmering cauldron as told, then stared into her cauldron with shocked amazement, for there in the middle of a cauldron a heart had appeared, first white, but quickly changing colour to a glorious scarlet it rose out of the cauldron and exploded into a million bluebirds before the potion classes eyes. "Well," said Snape, choosing his words with care, "I see Miss Sullivan that next week will be exciting for you!"
As she lay in bed that night, Julia thought how peculiar it was that a love sign had come out of her cauldron, and not Magda Piony's or Peatry Birshank's-the playgirls of her class. "What could happen to me this week, for, she had the feeling that Snape hadn't told her everything the heart foresaw.
Early in the morning Julia slipped down stairs to the staff room and tentatively knocked on the door, Professor Snape came to the door, "Yes, Julia, what can I do for you?" "Well," she said, not quite knowing what to say, "Last lesson, I had the feeling that there was something about my prediction that you didn't tell me, was there?" "Well," said Snape embarrassed by the turn of events, "That sign appears only when," he tugged at his collar, "Never mind, you know they're not entirely trustworthy those truth potions," he paused, a look of concern crossed his face, "Don't do anything you'll regret, ok?" "Yes Professor." "And don't be late for my lesson." "No Professor," Julia sighed, it was going to be a strange week.