Disclaimer: I do not own neither Harry Potter nor Glee.
Ballad
Quarter Note
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Harrieth was in a slump, she's having the 'rational home-sickness slump' and by the home sickness, she means that she was sick and tired of her family, her home – the Potter Manor, in all the splendor that the family library books states regarding their house, she has only one say about the matter of her life and her family.
She hated it.
She hated the fact that her family was so into tradition that they choose to preserve their practice for over ten generations of the Potter family tree. Harrieth knew those tradition and practices brought their family standing in the world, and knowing that she might taking everything for granted but she rather trade all the nobility over the normal life that she could never have.
What is so wrong of wanting to study on a school like everyone else? Why does she have to be tutored in as early year when she learned how to read and write? Why can't anything in her life just be normal for one second? The balls that her family holds, meeting prestigious individuals who only like to scheme and destroy themselves for power and satisfaction. She wanted to have a friend who will understand her and accept her for who she is and not what she is.
Is it bad to want to have friends outside the nobility circle? All that she ever wanted is to experience all the things that the world has to offer, it's not like they're in the 15th century where female is lesser than men, but with her family background it's not easy to feel like you're not a part of the society.
Don't get her wrong, but she dearly love her father, James who was very caring and loving to her as a father, but in light of all those, she could still feel like her father doesn't like that she was born a girl, and her mother Lily could never have another child. Meaning there is no chance for them to get a boy, an heir that would continue the Potter line and as a girl she knew that their line would end in her veins.
Harrieth guessed that it'll be a lot easier for her if she had a friend to confined and share all the problems in life that she's experiencing. But she doesn't thus resulting her in a 'rational home-sickness slump'.
She just had her piano lesson with Miss Spencer, and she knew that her performance was out of her, she was not in focus making her plays sloppy and held no emotions which made her instructor very disappointed and left the auditorium in haste. She didn't care what Miss Spencer thinks of her.
Harrieth knew that laying on the floor of the auditorium is degrading and very un-lady-like, but she didn't care right now, all she wanted is to get away from the hellhole she call home and explore the world outside of the Potter Manor.
In her brooding, she didn't notice that an elderly man entered the room.
"Harry my poppet, your grandmother would be furious if she sees you the way you're displaying yourself" the elderly man said fondly.
Harrieth was startled on the sudden voice, she stood up quickly as she possibly can and straighten out her dress. She walked briskly towards the elderly man who spread his arms waiting for her to hug him in return.
"Grandfather Charlus! How I missed you"
"And I, my little poppet" Charlus chuckled. "Do you mind telling me why you were laying down on you music sheets than reading them?"
Harrieth released herself from her grandfather's embrace and looked slightly guilty on the music sheets that was scattered on the floor.
Harrieth sees her grandfather as her second father figure, more so her poppa was always been her emotional pillar when he stepped down as the head of the family which her father took over. Her grandfather had always been there for her in times of emotional stress. They have bonded over the time when Harrieth grew old and told her feelings to the elder Potter. Being the only person who understood her, Harrieth was never afraid to show her feelings to the Potter patriarch which the older man return wholeheartedly.
"You already know why poppa" She said softly not wanting to vent her long frustration to the older man. She looked up to see her poppa smiling gently at her understanding, she saw him sit by the piano and started to play her favorite song.
Part of That World
Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
Harriet sat on the stool that her grandfather is sitting.
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
She smiled while she play with the piano with her poppa
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl, the girl who has everything?
Thinking back on the times when he taught her this song when she was six year old.
Look at this trove, treasures untold
Singing and playing the piano was the greatest thing that have ever happened to her
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Her grandfather taught her the meaning of expressing oneself through music.
Looking around here you think, "Sure, she's got everything"
Even though she has everything that she could ever want for.
I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
Even though she have a loving parent.
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
Even though she have an awesome grandfather
You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty!
Even though her life was never going to be what she wanted.
But who cares? No big deal, I want more
All she really wanted was to be someone who she wants to be, not an heiress who would bow down to her husband to be, becoming their slaves. No she just wanted to be a normal person who wants to experience life outside the walls of the Potter Manor.
Harrieth stood up from the stool, and let her body dance gracefully on the tune that her grandfather was playing
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free - wish I could be
Part of that world
End of Song
"I should probably hire a new piano instructor" Charlus stated. "You were never sloppy nor losing your touch" the older man stood up and went to where Harrieth is standing.
Harrieth stared outside the windows of the Potter manor longingly. Her grandfather wrap her in his arms offering a silent comfort, unable to hold her emotions, Harrieth cried silently in her grandfather's shoulder.
"You're still young poppet, there is so much more of the world for you to see, I may have stepped down as the head of the house, but I can still do something about your problem poppet" her poppa said in a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Your parents may not like my method nor you for the matter" Charlus stated and handing his granddaughter an envelope. "You know I'll do anything for your happiness poppet, and that's not here, not the Potter Manor. You were so much like your grandmother Dorea, she was never the proper girl when we were teenager, and she sees the world as an adventure where she wanted to experience all the things life could offer."
Harrieth was staring at the envelope in her hands and to her grandfather in confusion.
"I never told you that my relationship with your grandmother was never approved by our parents, but that didn't let us stop us, the harder the pulled us apart, the harder we fight for our love. Poppet, I know you wanted to experience everything life there is, but the envelope is the only thing that I could think of in achieving what you want"
She never seen her poppa so pained, that it hurts her to know what's inside the envelope, but as her grandfather held her hand and encourage her to open the envelope. There were two letters inside, her grandfather took the first one on top and read the contents out loud.
Lord Potter,
I am writing you in favor of my son Sebastian, you might not know him, but he is but a boy who is as arrogant and spoiled as a Malfoy spawn, I've regretted ever part of my life raising him as he is now, but ever since the ball that was held on the Potter Manor last month, he hasn't been himself – a week after Miss Potter's ball, my son has expressed his feeling by letting us hear a ballad for Miss Potter. I know I'm not making sense but I would owe you greatly if you allow my son to court Miss Potter. I know you follow strict traditions which no one but a Potter would know, but please consider my request.
PS: My son wants to relay a message to Miss Potter, he wishes for her to read it, and allows you to have the letter screened as you will.
Signed,
Peter Smythe
"I did read the letter that the boy has addressed to you"
Harrieth saw his poppa gave her an encouraging smile and signal her to read the letter on her hands. The contents was written so elegantly than the first letter that her grandfather read.
Miss Harrieth Jane Potter,
I know I'm spoiled as rotten, knowing that I could have what I have ever wanted, but in hopeless cases just as this, I don't think you'd even gaze your eyes to me. When my father said that he knew your grandfather Charlus Potter, I didn't even thought of a second of not using my father's name for my chance in getting to know you even through letters, I know it's a desperate move or you might even think I'm a creep, but I don't think you'll be able to read this letter, but in any case.
I am Sebastian Smythe, and you already know my father for he is one of your lawyers, and as a lawyer of the Potter family, he's required to attend the social occasion that your family holds. Last month was a ball for you, in all honestly it has never come to my mind that I'll be able to accompany my father in his workplace much less his boss' ball.
And I thank my luck for my dad's assistant wasn't able to accompany him, for it was the luckiest day of my life that I've got to see you, at first I thought my father's boss was a male in his coming of age, but I was taken aback when a red headed girl walked down the stairs so elegantly that I didn't notice the breath that I was holding and I just knew back then that I've got to get to know her, who she was, what's she doing in such a posh party, but in an instant all my hopes came crushing down with me, when I learned that you Miss Harrieth Jane Potter was the one who came down from the pavilion.
I already knew that I have no chance. No chance that you'll even gaze your eyes to me. I was down hearted yes, but I learned something from that day, that even a spoiled brat such as myself can't always have what they want.
But one thing I know when that pretty red head girl came down from those stairs, I can't get eye faraway look out of my head. I wish I could ease your pain, even as a friend I'd really like to get to know you more.
I can't thank you enough for having the spare time in reading my letter, and I wish you well.
PS: I wrote you a poem on the back of the paper, I hope you like it
Your admirer and a friend,
Sebastian Smythe
Harrieth was a little overwhelmed when she turned the paper and read the poem
Your eyes shine with more intensity than the ocean can roar
Their image forever embedded within my mind
Reaching even the deepest crevices
Bringing light tot even the darkest depths
Awakening me from within
They're so easy to get lost in
It's like I become cloud
Lost in the vast, endlessly beautiful blue sky that is your eyes
Your eyes
Yeah
You could say I adore them your green eyes of yours.
"When I read the boy's letter It reminded me of myself when I had my little crush on Dorea back in Hogwarts."
Harrieth looked at her grandfather – it was rare for him to share something about his past especially Hogwarts. Not wanting to miss the chance to learn the history of the love life of her grandparents, she silently asked him to continue his story.
"There's really nothing to it poppet, I just see myself to the boy who has his admiration towards you" Her grandfather said shaking his head. "Poppet, your father will oppose this idea, even I don't know if you're okay with this." Charlus explained.
Her grandfather, take her hand and sat them on the stool beside the piano, holding both of her hands, he looked like he was going to be sick, she squeezed his hands in reassurance. Harrieth never felt so confused in her life, one moment she was going on a mental breakdown, and then she was high singing her favorite song with the person she cares a lot, and then her mind went back to being confused.
"I am planning on accepting Peter's request for the boy Sebastian to court you, but everything will be done in your terms poppet, I want to teach you your first lesson in life, responsibility. That nothing in life can be done half-heartedly."
Harrieth was staring at her grandfather like he's grown another head, she knows that when it comes to approving and selecting engagement proposal falls to the previous head of the house, which is now his grandfather.
She sat in silence with her grandfather in the stool, looking at him for guidance, but all she got was a comforting smile and a pat to her head.
"Take your time poppet, the Smythe's wasn't expecting a reply, so take as much as time as you want, but I want you to know that I'll send Peter a noted that you've read his son's letter" with that Charlus got up and left the room.
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A/N: First of all English is never my first language or second, it's my third, so please don't flame me for misspelled words and this is my first fiction.
I just have this weird fascination about a Girl!Harry x Sebastian in my head for a time now, and I think this is my solution to my problem – writing it out, I know Seb and Harry is not the usual parings, but I want to make them to work out I guess. Plus I'm a major fan of Drarry, and Draco and Sebastian has a lot of similarities – you know what I mean. Lol
Sebastian's a bit OOC on the letter but let's face it, he needs a peg down,
This fanfic going to be short, idk how short but I just know it'll be short.