A/N: Ok well I just thought of this story write now and started writing.. I
rather like the plot because its sorta something that I would like to
actually happen. but I doubt it will. Maybe. lol. ya never know. Ok so
anyways, don't be too harsh but constructive criticism is always welcomed!
Happy Reading!
Dishonest Trust
Chapter 1
Harry stared unblinkingly at the scene before him. His brain couldn't process thought, yet hundreds of thoughts were still swimming around in his mind. Could this be happening? Was it real? He couldn't think.and even though everyone had expected it for so long, he didn't realize the full impact it would have on him. And then, it all started making since: the weird looks, the awkward moments, the unexplained disappearances and the newly formed twinkle in both of their eyes.
4 hours earlier.
Harry Potter woke up to the streaming sunlight pouring through the window of the 6th year boys' dormitory at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yawning, he pulled on his school robes and made his way downstairs to the common room.
Not seeing either of his two best friends, Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, he figured they had already gone down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
He arrived at the Great Hall and his eyes quickly searched the Gryffindor table, but with no luck. Realizing that he couldn't waste his entire morning looking for his friends, he decided to have breakfast before going back up to the common room. He sat next to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan but ate quickly, bored of their heated argument over which sport was better: Quidditch or soccer.
"I'm telling you Dean, do you honestly believe there's a better bloody sport out there than Quidditch?" Seamus hollered.
"Seamus, you've never even seen soccer played.you can't possibly think one sport is better than another if you don't even know what one of them IS!" Dean yelled back.
"Stop it the both of you. You're worse that Ron and Hermione and you're giving me a headache." Harry said exasperated.
With that, he got up from the table and made his way back to the common room to get his books for Divination.
Harry climbed through the portrait hole and saw Ron sitting in the big armchair by the crackling fire.
"Morning Harry."
"Why weren't you and Hermione at breakfast?" Harry demanded.
"We went earlier."
"Why?" He asked suspiciously.
"We were hungry and you were still asleep." Ron stated simply.
"Where is she?"
"Hermione? Oh, er. she already left for Arithmancy."
"Why?"
"You know she likes to get to class early."
"Yea but a half an hour early?" Harry asked.
"Geez. calm down mate, what's up with the inquisition? She was the one that went early, don't ask me." Ron said, sounding a bit annoyed.
Harry could feel heat rising in his cheeks. He shouldn't have interrogated his best friend like that. It was just that something really weird had been going on within the last few weeks, and he wanted to know what it was.
"Sorry Ron. I just er. well you know, it's a Monday morning."
"Right, o'course I know. Speaking of that, I think I'm gonna skive off Trelawney today." Ron said smoothly.
"You're not going to divination? Trelawney will be really pissed."
"I know, mate. I'll just tell her I thought I was having a vision or something, and she'll freak out with joy and think I'm a Seer and it'll be fine."
"Alright, whatever. I'll fall asleep for you." Harry said and Ron laughed.
"Thanks mate. I'll see you at lunch, save me a seat."
"OK I will. have fun doing nothing." Harry said jokingly.
"No problem."
Halfway through Divination, Harry's head slunk on top of his desk and he lay there for a few minutes, completely unaware he was in class. He could have sworn he was asleep in his four-poster, up in his dormitory.
Neville poked Harry with the end of his wand and Harry sat up with a jerk.
"Sorry Harry, I had to wake you up. Trelawney would have given you extra moon charts for homework if she had caught you." Neville whispered apologetically.
Suddenly Harry envied Ron, who was up in their dormitories doing nothing. Hmmm. maybe he could convince Trelawney to let him leave.
"You know Neville, I'm feeling quite sick."
"Really? Are you alright Harry?"
"No," Harry said winking, "I really don't think I am."
Neville looked confused for a moment but then a look of dawning crept over his face. He smiled, winked back at Harry, and raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Longbottom?" Professor Trelawney asked, looking rather frustrated that Neville had interrupted her lecture.
"Er. well I think Harry is sick."
Professor Trelawney looked over at Harry, who had slumped over the desk and did his best impression of someone who was about to throw up.
"Well, Mr. Potter, do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?"
Harry nodded weakly and Professor Trelawney told him to go then. He made his way out of and down the trap door and then headed toward the common room.
He climbed through the portrait hole and found an empty common room. He decided that if Ron wasn't in their dormitory, then he would just go back to sleep.
He slowly made his way up the staircase and came to the top. He turned the handle and opened the door.
Harry stared unblinkingly at the scene before him.
A/N: Ok guys well I hope you liked it and I know I left you at a cliffhanger but I think some of you can probably already guess what's going to happen. Don't worry, this story is only PG-13 so he's not going to walk in on anyone having sex. Lol. sorry to dissapoint some of you. So please review and any suggestions on what should happen are welcome. I've only just thought of the idea for this story today. It just sorta popped in my head, so I don't really know what's going to happen after these first few chapters. So, please review and suggest! Thanks, Lindsay.
Dishonest Trust
Chapter 1
Harry stared unblinkingly at the scene before him. His brain couldn't process thought, yet hundreds of thoughts were still swimming around in his mind. Could this be happening? Was it real? He couldn't think.and even though everyone had expected it for so long, he didn't realize the full impact it would have on him. And then, it all started making since: the weird looks, the awkward moments, the unexplained disappearances and the newly formed twinkle in both of their eyes.
4 hours earlier.
Harry Potter woke up to the streaming sunlight pouring through the window of the 6th year boys' dormitory at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yawning, he pulled on his school robes and made his way downstairs to the common room.
Not seeing either of his two best friends, Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, he figured they had already gone down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
He arrived at the Great Hall and his eyes quickly searched the Gryffindor table, but with no luck. Realizing that he couldn't waste his entire morning looking for his friends, he decided to have breakfast before going back up to the common room. He sat next to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan but ate quickly, bored of their heated argument over which sport was better: Quidditch or soccer.
"I'm telling you Dean, do you honestly believe there's a better bloody sport out there than Quidditch?" Seamus hollered.
"Seamus, you've never even seen soccer played.you can't possibly think one sport is better than another if you don't even know what one of them IS!" Dean yelled back.
"Stop it the both of you. You're worse that Ron and Hermione and you're giving me a headache." Harry said exasperated.
With that, he got up from the table and made his way back to the common room to get his books for Divination.
Harry climbed through the portrait hole and saw Ron sitting in the big armchair by the crackling fire.
"Morning Harry."
"Why weren't you and Hermione at breakfast?" Harry demanded.
"We went earlier."
"Why?" He asked suspiciously.
"We were hungry and you were still asleep." Ron stated simply.
"Where is she?"
"Hermione? Oh, er. she already left for Arithmancy."
"Why?"
"You know she likes to get to class early."
"Yea but a half an hour early?" Harry asked.
"Geez. calm down mate, what's up with the inquisition? She was the one that went early, don't ask me." Ron said, sounding a bit annoyed.
Harry could feel heat rising in his cheeks. He shouldn't have interrogated his best friend like that. It was just that something really weird had been going on within the last few weeks, and he wanted to know what it was.
"Sorry Ron. I just er. well you know, it's a Monday morning."
"Right, o'course I know. Speaking of that, I think I'm gonna skive off Trelawney today." Ron said smoothly.
"You're not going to divination? Trelawney will be really pissed."
"I know, mate. I'll just tell her I thought I was having a vision or something, and she'll freak out with joy and think I'm a Seer and it'll be fine."
"Alright, whatever. I'll fall asleep for you." Harry said and Ron laughed.
"Thanks mate. I'll see you at lunch, save me a seat."
"OK I will. have fun doing nothing." Harry said jokingly.
"No problem."
Halfway through Divination, Harry's head slunk on top of his desk and he lay there for a few minutes, completely unaware he was in class. He could have sworn he was asleep in his four-poster, up in his dormitory.
Neville poked Harry with the end of his wand and Harry sat up with a jerk.
"Sorry Harry, I had to wake you up. Trelawney would have given you extra moon charts for homework if she had caught you." Neville whispered apologetically.
Suddenly Harry envied Ron, who was up in their dormitories doing nothing. Hmmm. maybe he could convince Trelawney to let him leave.
"You know Neville, I'm feeling quite sick."
"Really? Are you alright Harry?"
"No," Harry said winking, "I really don't think I am."
Neville looked confused for a moment but then a look of dawning crept over his face. He smiled, winked back at Harry, and raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Longbottom?" Professor Trelawney asked, looking rather frustrated that Neville had interrupted her lecture.
"Er. well I think Harry is sick."
Professor Trelawney looked over at Harry, who had slumped over the desk and did his best impression of someone who was about to throw up.
"Well, Mr. Potter, do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?"
Harry nodded weakly and Professor Trelawney told him to go then. He made his way out of and down the trap door and then headed toward the common room.
He climbed through the portrait hole and found an empty common room. He decided that if Ron wasn't in their dormitory, then he would just go back to sleep.
He slowly made his way up the staircase and came to the top. He turned the handle and opened the door.
Harry stared unblinkingly at the scene before him.
A/N: Ok guys well I hope you liked it and I know I left you at a cliffhanger but I think some of you can probably already guess what's going to happen. Don't worry, this story is only PG-13 so he's not going to walk in on anyone having sex. Lol. sorry to dissapoint some of you. So please review and any suggestions on what should happen are welcome. I've only just thought of the idea for this story today. It just sorta popped in my head, so I don't really know what's going to happen after these first few chapters. So, please review and suggest! Thanks, Lindsay.