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Chapter 1: Holding Back
I peered over my desk to see where I had put my wand, but nothing was there. In the hurry that I was in, I finally decided to leave without it. I grabbed my coat, and ran out the door. The street was busy at that time of the day. I had never figured out how the muggles kept everything so orderly when their means of transportation were cars and bicycles. I crossed the road in between the cars, and rushed down the street. It was pure daylight, so I couldn't take the chance of using my broom; even though it was very dangers at night too.
The council was seated on a park bench, two of them were browsing muggle newspapers, and the other three were glancing at their watches. Hermione Granger turned her head and peered at me; she smiled, and tapped the person next to her.
Nonchalantly, I sat down beside them, and lifted up my sleeve to look at my watch. Then, as everyone stood up and stretched, we walked off in different directions. I followed Hermione into the second portal, which to the muggles looked like a tree.
The room was quite, silent. I looked around for the others, but no one was there. I walked around, but the room was endless, and I couldn't see the horizon anywhere. Thinking I was still in the park, and looked up into the sky, but it was just continuous blue. I crossed my paths, walking nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
There was no one there.
I could feel my wrists swelling up, and then my back pierced with a pain that I had never known could be possible before. I clenched my eyes, feeling the sweat drip down my face and splatter onto the pools of water under me. It was like a large lake, but the ground was solid, and I feel myself, weightless. My body couldn't move, but my mind was scattered all over. I was chained to an invisible force, and bad thoughts kept conquering my brain. I shut my eyes and let out a cry, but there was no voice to scream. I was speechless, and as I closed my mouth, a loud shriek rang through the room. I fell to the water, finally realeased from the chains, and drifted in the sky for miles on end.
I could feel someone poking my arm, and I lifted my dreary head to see who it was. A worried face peered at me with those same eyes I had seen at the park. She pulled my arm, and sat me down in a chair. Faces appeared on all sides of me as my vision became clearer and I could plainly make them out.
"Ms. Potter, are you okay?" a voice questioned. I blinked, and looked at the one who had asked.
"I'm fine…" I said, glad that words were coming from my voice. I looked around, and pulled myself up from the chair. I put my hand on the nearest shoulder to stable myself and I looked into her eyes.
"Parvati, are you sure you're alright?" She asked, with a look of unsatisfactory upon her face.
"Yes, I'm fine Hermione," I gave her the best smile that I could hold at the time and sat back down. "Now, where were we?" I asked, assuming I had probably dosed off in the meeting.
"Well, we were in the park, and then we went through the portals to get here, and when we arrived, you had fainted," Ying Mai said, with his head resting in his hand.
"Really?" I asked, thinking back.
"I think I'd better get you home," Hermione said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of my seat. "Let's not take a portal this time."
I glanced back at the council, whom were giving me weird looks. I wrinkled my face at Hermione and shrugged.
"I said I was fine, let's go back, I won't faint again…" I said, pulling myself back into the room.
"Come on Par, it's for your own good. You'll feel better after you get a good cup of tea and some rest, believe me," she said, with that carring look she always had on her face. I couldn't help but cave in.
"Fine," I replied, smiling. "-One- cup of tea, and that's it."
"Deal."
Her apartment was neat and tidy, much unlike the one I had. It reminded me of when Harry and I had lived together in the tiny attic of Ron and Lavender's house, the neatness, the organization, and the homey feeling that came over me whenever I stepped inside.
Hermione grabbed an icepack from her refrigerator and covered my forehead with it. I pulled it off and studied it for a moment, and then sat up as she brought in a cup of tea. I scooted over on the couch to make room for her, and lifted a small cup. It was beautiful, with a print of snowy white owls across it, probably hand made. I turned it around and gazed at the paintings, stopping at one that I could have sworn looked just like Harry's old owl. I smiled, and poured myself some tea, handing the pot to Hermione who did the same.
I breathed in the warm heat that rose up from it, letting my body fill with warmness. Hermione giggled at me and took a sip of hers.
It had been long since I stepped into her apartment, and I was happy to see it again. I looked around as she babbled on about a book, not paying attention to anything she said, as always. If it had done some good to hear what she talked about, I might have listened, but knowing Hermione, it didn't. I laughed out loud, and then piped down after she gave me a weird look.
"So, I haven't talked to you in quite some time. You know, actually a discussion, not projects. It really is good they made a separate council for affairs. You had good intentions when you brought it up. Thinking about it, you should be head of Protection of Wizards in the Muggle World, not Kate Tridermis; you did suggest it," she said.
"Oh, I don't know. Kate does a wonderful job handling all the projects and affairs, I wouldn't be able to handle all the work. Besides, I would never have been able to give myself breaks if I had all that to worry about."
"I would have taken over for you," she said, with a stern voice.
"Oh, I wouldn't feel right. You were hurt just as badly as me…" I said, my voice drifting off into memories. "Kate didn't give a damn, so she was perfect for the job."
Hermione stared into her cup and twirled her spoon in the black fluid.
"We all miss him," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I smiled at her, a tear dropping from my eye.
Chapter 1: Holding Back
I peered over my desk to see where I had put my wand, but nothing was there. In the hurry that I was in, I finally decided to leave without it. I grabbed my coat, and ran out the door. The street was busy at that time of the day. I had never figured out how the muggles kept everything so orderly when their means of transportation were cars and bicycles. I crossed the road in between the cars, and rushed down the street. It was pure daylight, so I couldn't take the chance of using my broom; even though it was very dangers at night too.
The council was seated on a park bench, two of them were browsing muggle newspapers, and the other three were glancing at their watches. Hermione Granger turned her head and peered at me; she smiled, and tapped the person next to her.
Nonchalantly, I sat down beside them, and lifted up my sleeve to look at my watch. Then, as everyone stood up and stretched, we walked off in different directions. I followed Hermione into the second portal, which to the muggles looked like a tree.
The room was quite, silent. I looked around for the others, but no one was there. I walked around, but the room was endless, and I couldn't see the horizon anywhere. Thinking I was still in the park, and looked up into the sky, but it was just continuous blue. I crossed my paths, walking nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
There was no one there.
I could feel my wrists swelling up, and then my back pierced with a pain that I had never known could be possible before. I clenched my eyes, feeling the sweat drip down my face and splatter onto the pools of water under me. It was like a large lake, but the ground was solid, and I feel myself, weightless. My body couldn't move, but my mind was scattered all over. I was chained to an invisible force, and bad thoughts kept conquering my brain. I shut my eyes and let out a cry, but there was no voice to scream. I was speechless, and as I closed my mouth, a loud shriek rang through the room. I fell to the water, finally realeased from the chains, and drifted in the sky for miles on end.
I could feel someone poking my arm, and I lifted my dreary head to see who it was. A worried face peered at me with those same eyes I had seen at the park. She pulled my arm, and sat me down in a chair. Faces appeared on all sides of me as my vision became clearer and I could plainly make them out.
"Ms. Potter, are you okay?" a voice questioned. I blinked, and looked at the one who had asked.
"I'm fine…" I said, glad that words were coming from my voice. I looked around, and pulled myself up from the chair. I put my hand on the nearest shoulder to stable myself and I looked into her eyes.
"Parvati, are you sure you're alright?" She asked, with a look of unsatisfactory upon her face.
"Yes, I'm fine Hermione," I gave her the best smile that I could hold at the time and sat back down. "Now, where were we?" I asked, assuming I had probably dosed off in the meeting.
"Well, we were in the park, and then we went through the portals to get here, and when we arrived, you had fainted," Ying Mai said, with his head resting in his hand.
"Really?" I asked, thinking back.
"I think I'd better get you home," Hermione said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of my seat. "Let's not take a portal this time."
I glanced back at the council, whom were giving me weird looks. I wrinkled my face at Hermione and shrugged.
"I said I was fine, let's go back, I won't faint again…" I said, pulling myself back into the room.
"Come on Par, it's for your own good. You'll feel better after you get a good cup of tea and some rest, believe me," she said, with that carring look she always had on her face. I couldn't help but cave in.
"Fine," I replied, smiling. "-One- cup of tea, and that's it."
"Deal."
Her apartment was neat and tidy, much unlike the one I had. It reminded me of when Harry and I had lived together in the tiny attic of Ron and Lavender's house, the neatness, the organization, and the homey feeling that came over me whenever I stepped inside.
Hermione grabbed an icepack from her refrigerator and covered my forehead with it. I pulled it off and studied it for a moment, and then sat up as she brought in a cup of tea. I scooted over on the couch to make room for her, and lifted a small cup. It was beautiful, with a print of snowy white owls across it, probably hand made. I turned it around and gazed at the paintings, stopping at one that I could have sworn looked just like Harry's old owl. I smiled, and poured myself some tea, handing the pot to Hermione who did the same.
I breathed in the warm heat that rose up from it, letting my body fill with warmness. Hermione giggled at me and took a sip of hers.
It had been long since I stepped into her apartment, and I was happy to see it again. I looked around as she babbled on about a book, not paying attention to anything she said, as always. If it had done some good to hear what she talked about, I might have listened, but knowing Hermione, it didn't. I laughed out loud, and then piped down after she gave me a weird look.
"So, I haven't talked to you in quite some time. You know, actually a discussion, not projects. It really is good they made a separate council for affairs. You had good intentions when you brought it up. Thinking about it, you should be head of Protection of Wizards in the Muggle World, not Kate Tridermis; you did suggest it," she said.
"Oh, I don't know. Kate does a wonderful job handling all the projects and affairs, I wouldn't be able to handle all the work. Besides, I would never have been able to give myself breaks if I had all that to worry about."
"I would have taken over for you," she said, with a stern voice.
"Oh, I wouldn't feel right. You were hurt just as badly as me…" I said, my voice drifting off into memories. "Kate didn't give a damn, so she was perfect for the job."
Hermione stared into her cup and twirled her spoon in the black fluid.
"We all miss him," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I smiled at her, a tear dropping from my eye.