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Summary: Harry's fifth year, Harry's first time. Wow, that was cheesy. I don't even know if this is going to turn out like that-just please read. And REVIEW.
She Said She Said
Chapter 1
Busby
There was a fog. Not really a fog, but a mist, a cold mist that Harry could feel settle on his face. Had he not been dreaming, he probably would've crinkled his nose as the light sprinkles of moisture tickled his skin. But he was dreaming, and in a strange way at that.
He was walking through a house, and as he walked further through this house he came to two doors. He chose the one to the left. Had it been any other time, he would've subconsciously made his dream-self peek through each door before stepping through them, but he had no control. He was being guided, more like watching himself lurk in the corners in the home videos of Dudley's past birthdays, rather than living it.
The mist seemed to settle, and there was a girl standing by the window. She wore a long, white, flowing dress. She had auburn hair down to her waist, and even though her face wasn't visible, the moon cast a blue glow on the skin of her hands, which were placed on the stone windowsill.
Harry instinctively felt a chill, thinking the girl would turn around and have a hideous face with sharp, bloody teeth. But when she did turn around, it was a soft, silky movement.
He felt the fog returning, and barely saw the girl's face before he awakened..
~*~
Harry opened his eyes. Reaching out for his glasses, he squinted to see the clock. It was, to him, nothing more than a grey splotch on his wall. As he slid his glasses over his eyes, he observed the time.
He felt unusually awake for 3:42 A.M. No sleep tugged at his eyes, and his mouth felt as clear and moist as it had when he had laid down the night before. The fifteen-year-old wizard sat up, kicking his feet over the side of his bed, and knocking a glass that had once contained water over in the process. It clanked softly on the small knitted rug beneath his feet, and the only stirring that seemed to result from it was a reflexive shuffle from Hedwig's cage.
The late August heat had momentarily died down, and Harry enjoyed the cool night air. He didn't dare walk out into the hallway, but did open his window. There were barely any sounds along Privet Drive, but it was calm and relaxing. Not the feeling of home Harry felt while at Hogwarts, but not the usual negative vibes he got in the Dursley's house.
Closing his emerald eyes for a few seconds, Harry saw a flash of the girl's face from his dream, and he was filled with a nostalgic excitement. It could've been a girl he'd met, or a girl he'd seen in a book.but who was she?
Confused, Harry tried to follow his train of thought to bring the girl's face back. He tried for a few minutes before wondering why the naming of this girl felt so vital to him. He sat down on his bed.
Why had he even dreamt of her? And didn't he gave loads of dreams about girls he didn't know? Harry frowned and reached under his bed coverings, feeling for any dampness on his sheets. When he found none, Harry was only more deeply perplexed.
The name Cedric passed through his mind, but Harry quickly dismissed it, trying to avoid unwanted memories.
Harry considered it a while longer, and then suddenly he felt tired enough to fall back asleep.
~*~
"Dear Harry,
Bloody Hell, our holiday's over already? I know I'm gonna miss sitting around on my ass all day. Ha.
I guess it's a relief for you, eh? Yeah, I think this will be a pretty good year. 5th, can you BELIEVE it?! Only two more years before we leave Hogwarts forever.kind of strange, don't you think?
Well, I got my Right-Before-School-Letter-From-Hermione-Reminding-Me- of-How-Much-Work-I-Have-to-Do. Did you? Mum invited you to come with us to Diagon Alley for supplies, naturally. Did you read the list? Seems like they're adding in a bunch of things I know right know we'll never use. Oh well, anything's better than our 2nd-year list. Blimey, if I have to even look at another book by Lockhart, I'll start throwing up slugs again.
Hey, Harry, I know I've asked you a million times but, you're okay, right? I mean, if you feel too weird going back to Hogwarts this year, I'd understand, and I'm sure many people would. Cedric, well. I know I'm just repeating what I've said a million times, forget it.
Shit, Harry, I just remembered I've got homework I haven't done. Leave it to me, eh? Do me a favor and make sure our old owl isn't dead, and write back? Thanks.
Your Friend, Ron."
Harry smiled as he folded the letter back up and slid it into its envelope. He set it on his desk and began writing back.
"Dear Ron,
Yeah, I got my letter from Hermione, and the supply list. You're right, I don't think we'll ever use 'Super-Concentrated Essence of Zebra' very often, but I really don't want any trouble from Snape. Am I bloody kidding? It's inevitable.
Do your parents mind giving me a ride to Diagon Alley? I hope it wouldn't be any trouble.
And, Ron, I'm okay about going back. It might make me feel better, even. Thanks for asking, I wasn't annoyed or anything.
All right, name a time, and I'll see you then.
Till Diagon Alley, -Harry."
Harry sealed the letter and gave it to the Weasley's ancient owl, sending it off on an awkward flight back to his friend Ron. He sat back in his seat and watched it disappear into the distance, hoping his entire 5th year wouldn't be consumed by memories of the previous year's tournament, and the Goblet of Fire, and a friend he lost so quickly.
Summary: Harry's fifth year, Harry's first time. Wow, that was cheesy. I don't even know if this is going to turn out like that-just please read. And REVIEW.
She Said She Said
Chapter 1
Busby
There was a fog. Not really a fog, but a mist, a cold mist that Harry could feel settle on his face. Had he not been dreaming, he probably would've crinkled his nose as the light sprinkles of moisture tickled his skin. But he was dreaming, and in a strange way at that.
He was walking through a house, and as he walked further through this house he came to two doors. He chose the one to the left. Had it been any other time, he would've subconsciously made his dream-self peek through each door before stepping through them, but he had no control. He was being guided, more like watching himself lurk in the corners in the home videos of Dudley's past birthdays, rather than living it.
The mist seemed to settle, and there was a girl standing by the window. She wore a long, white, flowing dress. She had auburn hair down to her waist, and even though her face wasn't visible, the moon cast a blue glow on the skin of her hands, which were placed on the stone windowsill.
Harry instinctively felt a chill, thinking the girl would turn around and have a hideous face with sharp, bloody teeth. But when she did turn around, it was a soft, silky movement.
He felt the fog returning, and barely saw the girl's face before he awakened..
~*~
Harry opened his eyes. Reaching out for his glasses, he squinted to see the clock. It was, to him, nothing more than a grey splotch on his wall. As he slid his glasses over his eyes, he observed the time.
He felt unusually awake for 3:42 A.M. No sleep tugged at his eyes, and his mouth felt as clear and moist as it had when he had laid down the night before. The fifteen-year-old wizard sat up, kicking his feet over the side of his bed, and knocking a glass that had once contained water over in the process. It clanked softly on the small knitted rug beneath his feet, and the only stirring that seemed to result from it was a reflexive shuffle from Hedwig's cage.
The late August heat had momentarily died down, and Harry enjoyed the cool night air. He didn't dare walk out into the hallway, but did open his window. There were barely any sounds along Privet Drive, but it was calm and relaxing. Not the feeling of home Harry felt while at Hogwarts, but not the usual negative vibes he got in the Dursley's house.
Closing his emerald eyes for a few seconds, Harry saw a flash of the girl's face from his dream, and he was filled with a nostalgic excitement. It could've been a girl he'd met, or a girl he'd seen in a book.but who was she?
Confused, Harry tried to follow his train of thought to bring the girl's face back. He tried for a few minutes before wondering why the naming of this girl felt so vital to him. He sat down on his bed.
Why had he even dreamt of her? And didn't he gave loads of dreams about girls he didn't know? Harry frowned and reached under his bed coverings, feeling for any dampness on his sheets. When he found none, Harry was only more deeply perplexed.
The name Cedric passed through his mind, but Harry quickly dismissed it, trying to avoid unwanted memories.
Harry considered it a while longer, and then suddenly he felt tired enough to fall back asleep.
~*~
"Dear Harry,
Bloody Hell, our holiday's over already? I know I'm gonna miss sitting around on my ass all day. Ha.
I guess it's a relief for you, eh? Yeah, I think this will be a pretty good year. 5th, can you BELIEVE it?! Only two more years before we leave Hogwarts forever.kind of strange, don't you think?
Well, I got my Right-Before-School-Letter-From-Hermione-Reminding-Me- of-How-Much-Work-I-Have-to-Do. Did you? Mum invited you to come with us to Diagon Alley for supplies, naturally. Did you read the list? Seems like they're adding in a bunch of things I know right know we'll never use. Oh well, anything's better than our 2nd-year list. Blimey, if I have to even look at another book by Lockhart, I'll start throwing up slugs again.
Hey, Harry, I know I've asked you a million times but, you're okay, right? I mean, if you feel too weird going back to Hogwarts this year, I'd understand, and I'm sure many people would. Cedric, well. I know I'm just repeating what I've said a million times, forget it.
Shit, Harry, I just remembered I've got homework I haven't done. Leave it to me, eh? Do me a favor and make sure our old owl isn't dead, and write back? Thanks.
Your Friend, Ron."
Harry smiled as he folded the letter back up and slid it into its envelope. He set it on his desk and began writing back.
"Dear Ron,
Yeah, I got my letter from Hermione, and the supply list. You're right, I don't think we'll ever use 'Super-Concentrated Essence of Zebra' very often, but I really don't want any trouble from Snape. Am I bloody kidding? It's inevitable.
Do your parents mind giving me a ride to Diagon Alley? I hope it wouldn't be any trouble.
And, Ron, I'm okay about going back. It might make me feel better, even. Thanks for asking, I wasn't annoyed or anything.
All right, name a time, and I'll see you then.
Till Diagon Alley, -Harry."
Harry sealed the letter and gave it to the Weasley's ancient owl, sending it off on an awkward flight back to his friend Ron. He sat back in his seat and watched it disappear into the distance, hoping his entire 5th year wouldn't be consumed by memories of the previous year's tournament, and the Goblet of Fire, and a friend he lost so quickly.