ONE BIG FAT NOTE: I edited the chapters, just so you know. BTW, this story is slightly AU.
A/N: This story is inspired by Fat Kid Rules The World by K. L. Going and Shoulder The Sky (which I can't recall the author right now, so I will have to get back to you on that). These two books are easy reads and very interesting, so look them up sometimes if you want. Fat Kid Rules The World is currently my favourite book because it's humorous with interesting characters. It's also a good book for those who are trying to master a story in first person perspective and present tense. Anyways, hope you'll enjoy this story!
Summary: Theodore Nott is an outsider in this world, despite how people already assume he's on the Death Eaters' side because of his father's a Death Eater. Dwelling himself in his own musical world is his only brief escape from the reality that the some of the Slytherin students are now pressuring him to face. His life takes on an interesting turn when he meets with an unexpected drummer, Neville Longbottom. BTW, NOT SLASH.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to J. K. Rowling. It's called Fanfiction for a reason.
"It fell...
It fell...
Into a deep black hole...
It raise...
It raise...
The hope on hold..."
Theodore Nott's hum stops in mid-air, so as the movement of his quill on the smooth page of his brown notebook. For the first time ever, he is stuck merely during the first five minutes. His chin rests on his palm, the other hand's digits tap on the page in a rhythmical manner, and his eyes stare intensely on the page.
Tap...Tap, tap, tap...Tap.
Tap...Tap, tap, tap...Tap.
Nothing.
Tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap...
Still nothing. The constant shifting shadow of Pansy Parkinson on the page did not help the matter much either. In fact, it starts to annoy him. Though, he still suppresses this annoyance. He knows Parkinson is doing that on purpose. Walking back and forth in front of him is a game she uses in getting him to talk. At first, he thought the absence of Malfoy would grant him the rare peace of the Slytherin common room prior to summer break, and it did for a while until some of the Slytherins start to turn their attention to him. He already has a clear idea why some of the Slytherins are trying to interact with him for the past few days and he manages to avoid them...Probably up until now. Now, he secretly wishes that annoying Malfoy brat would suddenly appears, so that everyone would just leave him be as if he's invisible once again.
"Nott, what in the world are you doing?" The shadow finally settles on the page.
He gives out a sigh of annoyance.
"You do know Snape and Draco are gone, and that both our fathers are in Azkaban?" She questions, now perfectly shadows even the slightest glimpse of light in front of him.
The tappings come to a stop. Of course he knows his father is in Azkaban. Some of the Death Eaters are identified and are sent to Azkaban almost immediately the morning after Dumbledore's death.
"Well, do you?" She demands an answer.
"I am very well aware of that." He finally answers as he closes his notebook. "But, thanks for pointing that out."
Ignoring his last comment, Pansy moves to the window and says, "We ought to do something."
"We?" Theodore narrows his eyes.
"Yes!" Pansy throws her arms in the air, looking irritated. "We! We, the house of Slytherin ought to do something! We have to devise some kind of ----"
"Shut up, Parkinson."
She looks at the thin, pale boy in front of her, utterly astounded. The Slytherins who catch that shoot up their heads. She gives Theodore a confused look, "Nott?"
"Don't be an idiot." He gathers his things and walks out of the common room. He always imagines it would be Malfoy who likes to act the idiot role. Then again, Pansy Parkinson is Draco Malfoy's female counterpart. He rolls his eyes. He wonders who else would be stupid enough to plot revenges against the Order at Hogwarts, out of all the places. Especially when Dumbledore's funeral is tomorrow? He snorts, 'Even monkeys have better wits.'
His back leans against the hard wood of a tree as he observes a mother bird feeding her babies at the other side of the lake. The baby birds fight for the mother's attention as she flies back with another worm. If the mother bird dies before she could teach her babies to fly, then obviously the chances of the babies to obtain the skill are greatly reduced. He wonders if the baby birds will be sad to learn the death of their mother, but no doubt, a high possibility that they will feel ashamed and out of place compare to the other birds who know how to fly. Wait, they will feel sad about their mother's death to some degrees at least, because they know there will be no one else to feed them.
Is this how he feels about his own father? He shakes his head because he won't starve to death without his father's presence. Besides, he is no bird. How is he supposed to feel about the whole situation? Besides being pissed about having to move in with his tree-hugger Aunt Mary this summer and leaving his home behind. Although, he don't have much to leave behind since he already have his mother's gold locket and his guitar that is easily charmed into pocket size so it can be keep as a secret. So does he feel guilty for lying to his father about his musical interest all these years? Nope, not really. Does he feel anger and hatred toward the four-eyed Gryffindork? It seems appropriate in this situation to feel such ways. Yes, but only slightly (and no doubt, not enough to convince anybody----not that he cares in the least bit) because he knows something like this is bound to happen. It's either one outcome or the other. 'There is no such thing as the neutral field...' His father's words still linger in his mind. He shoves the thought aside.
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