Admirers
The Admirers
A/N: Yeah. Erm... so here it is. My first attempt at a real fanfiction. I know it took me long enough so don't remind me, k? Please r/r! Say something! Anything. Just don't hurt my feelings, ok? No flames? Please? Actually, you can flame, but don't just go and say something like "you suck," or "that sucks," or "this is stupid," et cetera, et cetera (etc.). Give me a reason, so that you don't have to flame at me again. Or give me a suggestion. I do accept those (I may not necessarily like them, but I do accept and appreciate them. Why don't I like them? Because some Slytherin-aspect of mine tells me I must be perfect in everything I do- the first time I do it. *shruggs* What can I say? It's a pain in the butt, sometimes.). But don't rant and rave at me for five long paragraphs. I mean, no one likes having their feelings hurt right? You can however right 5 long paragraphs telling me I'm sweet, beautiful, kind, smart and funny! One paragraph about each adjective! *it's deadly quiet, and you can hear a cricket chirrping* Or not. :( *sob* I'm hurt! *Goes off to cry in her room*OK, I'm bak. When the man is telling his story, it's as if you're watching a movie, so the words you read isn't the actual way he's saying the story. Kinda like the movie, "The Princess Bride," which is a good movie, yet, even though I haven't read it, the book is probably better. Actually, I don't even know if there was a book, but if there is, it's probably better. Ugh! This is so off topic! Sorry! Where was I?
Ah, yes the fanfic. Well, here ya go! Happy reading! And sorry about typos and grammatical or spelling mistakes!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I do however own myself (I hope. I haven't sold my soul, as far as I know), Vimh (the voice inside my head), Capella Montefino, Jessica, and the story idea (I hope so, too. I really hope so). If this sounds like any other story you've heard, please don't get mad at me. I had no idea. Don't sue me either because you're wasting your time. I have like no money. Oh, yeah and the phrase "The story is about love"? That's from "Moulin Rouge," a very good movie mind you. Neither do I own or live in "The Princess Bride." Which I am very happy about, the living in part that is, not the owning part-that could have turned out very well for me. I mean who would want a name like "Princess Buttercup?" Or "Frezzik?" Or, get this, "Prince Humperdink?" (Those names belong to the movie) Not me! I like the story well enough, but I would not like living with ROUS (Rodents Of Unusual Size). Vimh: Shelly? Me:Yes? Vimh: Um... You're rambling again. Me: Oh, I am aren't I? *blushes- oh, wait! My skin's too dark to blush. Never mind* Sorry. Anyway, here's the story. *Goes off to teach the Vimh a lesson or two about interrupting a polite interesting "conversation"-even when it's one-sided*

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A woman walked through an old village in the countryside. She wore a cloak with the hood pulled up so that it was imposssible to see her face. She saw a bench on which a man was sitting. He was also dressed in a cloak that covered his head and body completely. A sign stood next to him. It read: Sit and listen to a wonderful story! Tired, she sat on the bench across from the man. She put a penny into the hat at his feet, waiting for the man to begin. He started to speak.

"Hello, friend! Thank you for your kindness and time! I have the perfect story for you! A very special story. The story is about...love.This particular story is about a boy. And though the years have passed, this boy is still just that: a boy. And always will remain so, till his love comes back to him. His name was Colin Creevey." The man started.

The woman frowned as the man continued.

"You see, Colin was a nice boy. He never meant any harm to anyone. Yet, somehow, harm found him. And it hit him in a place where he would never forget: his heart. It left him heartbroken. Why, you ask? How? What happened?Well, friend, this story and time will tell you. His story began a while back..."

And with that, the man's story was unraveled.

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Colin walked through the halls, more than a little depressed. Yet, again, Harry Potter had treated him like a child. Eventually, he had gotten used to it. Of course, to Harry, he probably seemed like just another one. Another admirer, just like everyone else. Someone who was just plain annoying and was to be ignored. But Harry didn't know. He didn't know how much Colin admired him. How much he yearned to be just like Harry. How Harry was the center of his world. It was as if he was a planet in the solar system, with Harry as the sun. His life revolved around the boy who lived. He never thought about anything else ever since he met him. He wanted to be a photographer when he grew up... and take pictures of Harry Potter. His favorite color was green- the color of Harry's eyes. He had wanted to be in Gryffindor- Harry's house. Ok, so he was obsessed. But he wasn't the only one, he knew. There was that red-headed girl who was in Colin's grade and house, who always followed Harry around when she could. She was so lucky; her older brother was Harry's best friend. Colin envied her so. He tried to think of her name. Ah, yes, that was it. Ginny Weasley.

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A small gasp escaped from the woman's throat. However, if the man noticed, he gave no sign of it, and continued on.
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Colin sighed. He didn't hate the girl. She was quite nice from what he knew of her, though he didn't know her very well. They weren't close friends, but, then again, they weren't enemies. It was funny how Colin knew people in other years better than Ginny. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as, Colin bumped into someone. The girl who he bumped into dropped her books and papers flew all over the place. Fumbling, Colin knelt down to help her collect her papers.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Colin said before he realized who it was.

Ginny Weasley smiled and knelt down to help. "Oh, no. It's fine! Really! I should have been watching where I was going! I guess I got a little lost in my own thoughts." She laughed.

Colin was still picking up her papers, when he stopped. The last thing on the ground was a folder and on the front it said: HP Fanclub. HP?Colin wondered. HP...Harry Potter! He realised with a small gasp. Slowly he picked it up and they both stood up, Ginny daintily dusting herself off.

"So, you're a fan of Harry Potter?" Asked Colin, handing Ginny her papers and the folder.

"Yes, I think we can safely say I'm obsessed." Ginny giggled.

Colin laughed."You could say the same about me!"

Ginny grinned. "You're Colin, right? Colin... Creevney?

"Creevey." Colin corrected her.

"Oh, sorry," Ginny apologized. "I'm-"

"Ginny Weasley," Colin interrupted.

"Right. Ugh," Ginny made a face. "Now I feel horrible, you knowing my name and I not knowing yours!"

"Oh, no it's fine! Besides you got half of my name right! Actually you'd've had the whole thing had the whole thing had you not added the 'n'!"

"I know but, still...You're a Gryffindor fourth year! We're in not only the same house, but the same year! I should at least know your name! Mind you, most of my friends are fifth years rather than fourth years."

"Well, I'm not that social, so I guess we both have OK excuses." Colin wasn't really lying. He wasn't social- with people he didn't feel like being social with. And people "he didn't feel like being social with" was practically his whole year.

Ginny giggled again."I guess so!"

"Ya know, Harry's going to be quite embarrassed when he finds out about your fanclub."

"Well, at least it would be more attention than he usually gives me. I swear, he could be more interested in a bag of peas," said Ginny, frowning.

"Yeah, well, I bet he would prefer proposing love to Draco Malfoy more than he would replying to my hellos every day." Colin said bitterly. "Though that might be interesting to watch." He added, trying to lighten the conversation more.

Ginny bit her lower lip, holding back her laughter at that particular comparison.When she trusted her voice, she said,"Seems like we've both been stung by him." Her voice, to her relief, sounded a bit melancholy.

"Yeah." They both fell silent.

Colin broke the silence."So how many people've joined?" He didn't have to say what he was talking about.

"Well, so far...one. Me." She pointed to herself, turning a slight shade of crimson.

"Am I allowed to make it two?" Colin grinned (A/N: Colin wasn't trying to flirt. I just read it over and realised how much that sounded like flirting though so don't think it's anything like that. He never meant it in that way. Oh, and these A/Ns are breaks from the whole story. Not just the story the man's telling, in case you were curious. Anyway, back to the story.)

"You're allowed to try."Ginny teased, then explained. "You have to take a test to join `The Admirers.` That's the name of the club."

"Well, then, hand over that test!"

Ginny laughed and pulled out a paper, handing it to Colin. He skimmed it. It was full of questions about Harry that only someone who was pretty much obsessed could answer.

"I'll get it back to you as soon as I can, but right now I think we're late for potions."

"Oh, God! I forgot completely about it! Proffesor Snape is going to kill us!"

"Then we had better hurry, hadn't we?"

Ginny laughed."Last one there's a rotten egg!" And she took off towards the dungeons.

Smiling gleefully, Colin ran after her, wondering what the heck they were going to do to avoid the Potions Master's infamous wrath when they got there, but not really caring all that much.

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When the two teenagers got there, panting, they stopped for a second to catch their breath. They looked at each other, grinning without any reason to. Indeed, Proffesor Snape giving them a detention and taking points from each of them was not a thrilling concept, and chances are that's what would happen, being that they were twenty minutes late for class, and that was only if they were lucky. When both were ready, Colin opened the door to Snape's chilly, dark, dungeon of a classroom. Not that their surroundings weren't already chilly or dark, but the Potions Classroom seemed to be worse, or maybe it was just the dread of going to Proffesor Snape's classroom. Colin didn't care how you looked at him, the nicest word he could use to describe Severus Snape was forboding (A/N: Tut, tut... Now, Colin... People do have different ideas about these things.*to reader* I personally don't think of Severus that way, but then again, what can you expect? He's a Gryffindor, hatred is to be expected. But if his nicest word to describe Severus is forboding, I don't even want to hear what his worst is...And no I don't know. What? Just 'cause I'm the author don't mean I know everything that runs through the characters heads! Vimh: -mumbling- Some author you are. Can't even speak proper English. Me: Can too! Vimh: Can not! Me: Can too! Vimh: Can not!Me: Can too! Vimh: Can too! Me: Can not! Vimh: See? Me: I hate you.Vimh: Thank you. Me: Shut up.*goes off grumbling*)

The duo was in luck. Snape was talking quietly to someone and the Slytherins all had their backs to them, so the only people who saw them were the Gryffindors and they weren't exactly going to tell on Colin and Ginny. Quietly, the two parted and slid into two empty chairs at two seperate parts of the room. Colin stretched his head up to see over the taller Gryffindors heads so he could see who Snape was talking to. It was Proffesor Dumbledore. Standing next to the two men was a tall girl who had to be about Colin's age. Silky, black wavy hair fell loosely down to her hips. She wore the same black robes that were part of the Hogwarts uniform, but she wore them as if they were gold. The boys in the room were staring, the girls glaring. Snape nodded and Dumbledore left the classroom. Snape turned to face the class. Everyone looked at him in rapt attention.

"It seems we have a new student in your class this year. This is Capella Montefino. Her family recently moved to England from America for reasons of their own. She was at the top of every class in her old school, and she may easily be one of our best students here at Hogwarts, considering what dunderheads you all can be sometimes. She had a special sorting this morning, on her own in one of the teacher's offices. She was sorted into Slytherin." The Gryffindor boys' faces fell at this point, and some of them cursed. However, the Gyffindor girls' faces all looked a bit happier, though they still glared at Capella. The Slytherin group cheered, though most of the cheers came from the guys. Snape let them cheer a bit before continuing, "I hope that you will make her feel welcome. Capella, why don't you take a seat?"

"Of course, sir." Her voice was beautiful. It would sound like spring, if spring had a sound. It was the kind of voice one would strain to hear.

Colin hated her already.

She sounded too sweet, too wonderful, too amazingly perfect. She was beautiful, anyone could see that from the way the torchlight fell on her pretty features, smart, if what Snape said was true, and undoubtedly talented. If she ended up in Slytherin, she had to be. Most of them were, but they were just to annoyingly busy to stop and realise that. Or they did realise and somehow, somewhere along the way, the thirst for power was planted in them and like a seed it grew, drinking in the knowledge that they could be great someday. Then somehow, they wanted more, thinking that the Ministry wouldn't give them enough. And that's when they turned. And then there were those like Malfoy, who was too busy with his own messed up life to realise that he was doing nothing, sitting there and letting the world go by. Of course, Colin couldn't blame him, not when he thought about who the boy had for a father. At least, that's how Colin figured it. He smiled, amused at his own ponderings. Why in the world was he wondering about Slytherins, when he himself was a Gryffindor? He turned his attention back to Capella.

Every single Slytherin boy had to be staring at her. Not one was paying attention to the lesson. Certainly Snape had noticed? Colin turned his head to look at the Poitions Master, then nearly laughed at his own folly. Of course Snape had noticed! But they were Slytherins. So why should he care if they were listening or not? A voice in the back of his mind answered: Because if they don't listen, and they do something wrong, they'll get hurt. Certainly he care's about that? Another voice answered: Why should he? Hello! It's Snape we're talking about. The first voice answered: I suppose you're right. Colin told the voices to be quiet. It was slightly weird having parts of your brain disagree with you on things (a/n: Isn't it Colin? *glares at Vimh* Finally someone understands me!) , but Colin had gotten used to it. He had found lately, that he enjoyed writing quite a lot. But as he wrote, pdifferent ideas came to him and tended to bother him about things he said. (a/n: And this is getting dreadfully off subject) He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about this, when a loud voice pulled him out of his trance.

"Creevey!" Snape barked. Uh oh, thought Colin, here it comes. Please, please, say he didn't notice that we came in late. No such luck. "Since you decided to come in twenty minutes late, perhaps you would be so kind as to answer a question on the potion we are studying today for the rest of the class?"

Darn. "Yes, sir."

"What would happen if I added in the fluxweed before the aconite?"

Colin hadn't been paying attention to one word Snape had said on today's potion. "Um..."

"Well?"

"I don't know."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "You don't know." He repeated as if he didn't believe a student would dare to say that to him.

"No, I don't, Proffesor. I'm sorry if that causes any problems for you, but I don't." Said Colin calmly. He knew he shouldn't have said that, but, for some reason, he didn't really care.

"Are you trying to be smart with me, Creevey? Or do you simply wish to lose more points than you've already lost for Gryffindor?"

"No, sir. I'm not trying to do anything, other than apologizing."

Snape's voice was quiet, deadly, but Colin and the rest of the class heard him clearly. "Of course, you aren't, Mr.Creevey. Two points from Gryffindor for each minute you and Miss Weasley were late, ten points for your smart talk, and a detention for you both. Perhaps that will teach you a bit of respect for others and their time. The world does not run according to you, Mr.Creevey. I hope you do not and will not expect it to in the future. The same goes for you, Miss Weasley. I will assign you both your detentions after class. See me then. Now, then, back to today's lesson. And perhaps now, Mr.Creevey, you will be kind enough to join us. As I just stated, if I added the fluxweed before the aconite, the potion would turn into a deadly kind of poison, rather than the helpful healing draught it is meant to be. The same thing would happen if I added too much or too little an amount of any ingredient. For this reason, we won't be doing this exact potion today, but a potion that is quite similiar..."

Colin looked over to see a very red-faced Ginny. He cursed. It was bad enough that he had gotten himself into trouble. The fact that he had gotten Ginny in trouble too made it ten times worse. Fifty points gone! And a detention! He cursed, again, then looked back at Capella who, to his horror, smiled at him, laughter in her bright eyes. Colin quickly looked away, blushing furiously, and started paying attention to Snape.

About half an hour later, Proffesor Snape called the class' attention to Capella. "Notice class how Miss Montefino's potion isn't hissing, but is quite calm, and is a bluish-purple, rather than the red-violet stuff you lot are mixing up. This is because Capella added the lacewing flies and the knotgrass in alternately, and in small amounts rather than adding them in all together at the same time. Very good, Miss Montefino. Did you learn this at your old school?"

"Actually, Proffesor, my class didn't do it, but my old proffesor insisted taht I work on a more complicated version of this potion among others during my own time, to get ahead. I found this one as quite easy."

"Very good, very good," repeated Snape. "Ten points to Slytherin for your hard work."

"Thank you, Proffesor." She smiled her gorgeous smile at him.

Show-off, Thought Colin. This is going to be a very long year. He sighed and, for once, the annoying voices inside his head, that he had grown accustomed to hearing, agreed.

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Meanwhile, somewhere on the Slytherin side across the clasroom, a Slytherin girl was watching Colin closely and carefully. Capella had listened and looked on in interest as Proffesor Snape had told Colin off. Capella had known it was coming. She had felt and seen Colin's gaze that had been steadily resting on her since the Proffesor had started his lecture. At first, Capella was watching merely because someone was getting in trouble, and it wasn't her. Somehow she found it enjoyable to watch. She knew that it was undoubtedly a sign of weakness and she was disgusted at herself for that, but she watched anyway.

"Creevey!" Snape had yelled. "Since you decided to come in twenty minutes late, perhaps you would be so kind as to answer a question on the potion we are studying today for the rest of the class?"

"Yes, sir." Came Colin's reply.

"What would happen if I added in the fluxweed before the aconite?" Easy, Capella had thought, he just said that it would turn the potion deadly. Of course, we weren't paying attention, were we, Creevey? Too busy staring at me in that oh, so rude way?

"Um..."

"Well?"

"I don't know." Ha! Here it comes, baby! Here it comes! Capella had thought.

Snape had raised an eyebrow. "You don't know." Capella was enjoying this immensely, till she heard the boy's smooth reply.

"No, I don't, Proffesor. I'm sorry if that causes any problems for you, but I don't." Capella raised one of her own eyebrows. Here was this boy, already in deep trouble, and he dared to talk back to a Proffesor? And with that calm, relaxed attitude, too? Well, well, well, Creevey. You have my attention sparked. And indeed he did. A boy who stood up to a Proffesor like that was hard to find now-a-days.

"Are you trying to be smart with me, Creevey? Or do you simply wish to lose more points than you've already lost for Gryffindor?" Gryffindor? Thought Capella. He's in Gryffindor? Hadn't she heard somewhere that Gryffindor was supposed to house the brave witches and wizards? That explains more than it doesn't.

"No, sir. I'm not trying to do anything, other than apologizing." There came his voice again. So self-confident, so assure of itself.

Snape's voice was quiet, deadly, but Colin and the rest of the class heard him clearly. "Of course, you aren't, Mr.Creevey. Two points from Gryffindor for each minute you and Miss Weasley were late, ten points for your smart talk, and a detention for you both. Perhaps that will teach you a bit of respect for others and their time." Miss Weasley? She must be that girl who slipped in with him when they came in late. Darn. That must mean he's not single. It wouldn't be a wonder if he wasn't, though, Capella thought. No matter. I am a Montefino. As a Montefino, I get everything I want. And right now I want Creevey. Snape continued."The world does not run according to you, Mr.Creevey. I hope you do not and will not expect it to in the future. The same goes for you, Miss Weasley. I will assign you both your detentions after class. See me then. Now, then, back to today's lesson. And perhaps now, Mr.Creevey, you will be kind enough to join us. As I just stated, if I added the fluxweed before the aconite, the potion would turn into a deadly kind of poison, rather than the helpful healing draught it is meant to be. The same thing would happen if I added too much or too little an amount of any ingredient. For this reason, we won't be doing this exact potion today, but a potion that is quite similiar..."

"Well, there's your first taste of Proffesor Snape," said a girl next to her, who had introduced herself as Jessica. "Though you needn't worry too much about getting in trouble with him. As the Head of the Slytherin House, he tends to favor members of his house. So, as Slytherins, we get better grades, get away with things in class that the other houses would lose points for, we don't get told off, and he doesn't embarass us in front of others, unless we ourselves embarass him."

"He sounds charming." Capella said sarcastically.

"Doesn't he? Hey, we get special privelages; I'm not complaining."

"Yep! No complaints here, either." Said Capella. "Do you happen to know the name of that guy who got in trouble?"

"Sure. It's Colin Creevey. Annoying boy, if you ask me. He's a Gryffindor who worships Harry Potter. That's another thing. As part of Slytherin, you can't be friends with Potter."

"Why not?"

"Because he's Gryffindor's seeker. He's the guy who broke Slytherin's winning streak. Slytherins, especially Draco Malfoy, and Snape despise him. Believe me, if you want to survive your first year at Hogwarts as a Slytherin, do not get close to Potter. Big no, no."

"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind."

"No problem. Anyway, let me tell you about Draco Malfoy. He has got to be the cutest guy to walk the planet..."

Jessica went on about this while Capella nodded her head and looked like she was paying attention. It was a skill she was quite used to doing, since she often did it in class so that the teachers thought she was paying attention, when in fact her mind was somewhere else completely. Currently it was focused on Colin. He looked over at her and she smiled her most winning smile at him. His skin turned crimson and he quickly looked away. Colin Creevey, huh? Well, Colin, from this moment on I am the biggest Harry Potter fan you'll have ever met. You'll be mine Colin. Watch, just watch. I am a Montefino, and I get anything I want. So I shall have you.

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The woman was intrigued. She had heard this story before. She almost laughed, and even though she held it in, she did smile despite herself. She had indeed heard this story before, but to hear it in such detail... She was horrified when the man stopped.

"What's wrong?" She asked, worry in her voice.

"Nothing, my dear, nothing! Why do you ask?"

"You stopped in the middle of the story. I thought something might have happened."

"Oh, no, nothing's wrong! I'm just finished for today."

"Finished!" Exclaimed the woman. "But you've barely begun the story. Whatabout Colin, and Ginny, and Capella?"

"Ah, well, you know. Things happen to them, Colin's heartbroken and he's left a poor broken man. Now, I really must go. Thank you for listening, goodbye!" The man got up, picked up his sign and his hat, turned around, and started to leave.

"Please, will you go on with the story a bit? I'm enjoying it so much."

Unbeknownst to the young woman, a twinkle appeared in the man's eyes. So she was enjoying the story? Maybe he should go on with it...

"Well..." The man sounded as if he was wondering if he should go on or not. The woman prayed he would...

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A/N: Well? Well? Did you like it? Huh? Shall I, or rather the man, go on with the story? Who are the man and the woman? Just some random people on the street? Will you ever find out?

It all depends on if you review or not!

Flames like the ones I stated earlier go to burn those people who are trying to ban Harry Potter and the fire they form goes toward melting my marshmellows for Vimh's and my s'mores! So there!!!!!!!!!

Oh and, for those of you are interested who Vimh is, go read my other "fanfic." And I myself am American, so don't think I'm trying to dis them or anything. Capella is taken off a girl I met in third grade, who was a pain in the butt. Thankfully she moved to Washington, D.C., but she still gives me nightmares. Crazy, huh?

OK, I'm done. Bye!.....................................................................................................................Are you still here? Why aren't you down at that little down at the bottom and reviewing?!?!?!?!?

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