Title: "Love Is Blind"
Chapter: 1
Chapter title: "Stirrings"
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the names that you don't know.
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"Monsieur, is there anything else that I can get you?" Harry Potter asked as he unfolded Monsieur De Lamine's napkin.
"No, cabin boy. Just go and leave me here," Monsieur answered, waving him away.
Harry bowed before walking away. Closing the wooden door behind him, he inhaled the salty sea breeze. It wasn't often that Harry was onboard an old- style ship: the L.S. Maria. Yet, it also wasn't often that evil Voldemort was after him.
He had gone under different aliases ever since he left England. While on a train to Ireland, he was Sam Million the cargo guy. While on a ship to New York, he was Mike Mason the Captain's assistant. While on a bus to South Carolina, he was Bill Norman the bus driver. While on a train to Canada, he was Peter Simon the coal dude. While on this ship to France, he was Matt Clark the cabin boy. And to think, he was still only seventeen.
"Watch where you're going, cabin boy!" screamed Jonas Mice, shoving Harry out of the way.
"S-sorry, s-sir," stammered Harry as he collided into the railing of the ship.
"The name's Jonas, cabin boy!"
"S-sorry again, Jonas," answered Harry. Jonas sneered at him as he walked away with the rum barrel.
Harry was left alone once more. He missed his friends, Hermione and Ron; he missed the girl he had a major crush on, Cho Chang. Why did Voldemort have to find him? Why did he want to kill him, to murder him? What was it that angered him so? Did he somehow curse him while he defeated him by complete accident?
Hector Malice walked out of the cabin room with a mop and a bucket of water. "Hey, cabin boy! You're on clean up duty!"
"I'm always on clean up duty," Harry mumbled under his breath, taking the mop and bucket from Hector.
Hector grumbled at whatever Harry mumbled to himself. He didn't give a care what he said, as long as the job got done. Still grumbling, he walked away and down the deck.
"Goodness," breathed Harry as he began to mop the wooden boards. "Why is it that I always end up with this stupid job?"
"You shouldn't complain," said a light, feminine voice.
"Who's there?" Harry exasperated.
"I am." A thin young lady swung from the masts and down onto the deck. Her hair was a deep red and contrasted very well with her facial color. She had a fair complexion; her eyes were pale blue. She was in a very wrinkled and loose dress that fell up to her knees. The dress was a soft and pale white with a few splotches of dirt and grime and grease; it had no sleeves and a thin pink belt that was tied completely loosely around her thin waist. A beautiful hawk was by her side the whole time.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, leaning on the mop.
"I am Sara." The hawk flew gracefully onto her small shoulder. "And this is Swallow."
"Oh, hello. My name is Matt." Harry let out his hand, but she didn't shake it. He felt a little confused. "Um, aren't you supposed to shake hands?"
"You need to take my hand." Sara was looking past Harry; she was off by about forty-five degrees.
"Why aren't you looking at me?"
"Because I can't see you, Matt." Suddenly, Swallow jumped from her shoulders, spreading her wings wide, and perched himself onto Harry's. Then, she chirped happily. Sara changed her direction. She had turned and was now facing Harry.
Then it hit Harry. She was blind.
"Are you-"
"Blind?" asked Sara, her pale eyes looking straight through Harry. "Yes, Matt. I am."
"Oh . . ."
"Don't have pity for me, Matt. It won't help me get any better," Sara said in a soft voice. She took a deep breath. "Besides, I'm used to being blind. And I have Swallow here to help me."
"Yeah, I guess . . ."
Sara sighed. "Well, I'm off to bed, Matt. Good night, sir."
"Don't call me sir, Sara."
"Why not? Are you a Monsieur?"
"No, no, no. I'm the cabin boy."
Sara didn't seem surprised. "Oh. Well, I am the navigator for this ship, yet everyone calls me Sara-not navigator."
"Aren't you lucky?" Harry replied sarcastically.
"No, Matt. I'm just grateful." Sara whistled two notes and held out her arm. Obeying, Swallow flew onto her arm and stroked her cheek with his beak. "Now, good night, Matt. Sweet dreams."
"'Night," Harry muttered, watching her thin, graceful body walk slowly off down the steps which led into the inside of the ship.
Long after Harry had finished mopping, he lay awake in his cot. Something about that girl just nagged at him from the back of his mind. Closing his eyes, he remembered her small body gracing the ship with her glowing presence, and how she swung from the masts with such grace and beauty. Something about her just killed him; it just made him want to melt down to his knees. Beauty was what she had; her eyes made him smile.
"Why are you smiling?" Hector asked, throwing a pillow at Harry.
"Huh?" Harry asked, sitting up and holding Hector's pillow. "What?"
"Why were you just smiling?"
"I wasn't smiling."
"Yes you were."
"I was thinking about something."
Hector laughed. "Something or someone?"
"All right! Someone."
"Who?"
"I'm not telling you, Hector."
"A girlfriend? A girl that you left behind?"
"A girl that I just met."
"Oh." Hector's expression went from a smile to a frown. "So you've met Sara?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Nothing. It's just . . ."
"Just what?"
"She's one fireball, man."
"What do you mean?"
"She's captured the hearts of this whole worthless crew, already. And now you?"
Harry was silent. After a few moments of silence, he said: "I guess. But I have someone that I love back home."
"So do I, man. I have a girlfriend, Nona, back in Spain."
"How does she do it?"
"Do what?"
"Capturing their hearts?"
"She was born that way, man. I mean Jonas is very edgy because of his affection for Sara. He has a wife and a family at home in Ireland. The Monsieur is also in love with her. And he has a pregnant fiancé back in France. That's why he's on this ship."
"Wow," Harry admonished.
"That's what I said, Matt. That's what I said . . ."
Harry fell back into his bed and closed his eyes. His mind began to fill with fantasies and dreams with Sara in every single scene. A smile crept on his lips. And with what seemed like only one minute, the ship shook violently and the lights in the whole wooden device went out.
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A/N: Howdy. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I am still working hard on this. Please don't give me any flames, because I don't give any. And I would greatly appreciate it if you did review.
Chapter: 1
Chapter title: "Stirrings"
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the names that you don't know.
*
"Monsieur, is there anything else that I can get you?" Harry Potter asked as he unfolded Monsieur De Lamine's napkin.
"No, cabin boy. Just go and leave me here," Monsieur answered, waving him away.
Harry bowed before walking away. Closing the wooden door behind him, he inhaled the salty sea breeze. It wasn't often that Harry was onboard an old- style ship: the L.S. Maria. Yet, it also wasn't often that evil Voldemort was after him.
He had gone under different aliases ever since he left England. While on a train to Ireland, he was Sam Million the cargo guy. While on a ship to New York, he was Mike Mason the Captain's assistant. While on a bus to South Carolina, he was Bill Norman the bus driver. While on a train to Canada, he was Peter Simon the coal dude. While on this ship to France, he was Matt Clark the cabin boy. And to think, he was still only seventeen.
"Watch where you're going, cabin boy!" screamed Jonas Mice, shoving Harry out of the way.
"S-sorry, s-sir," stammered Harry as he collided into the railing of the ship.
"The name's Jonas, cabin boy!"
"S-sorry again, Jonas," answered Harry. Jonas sneered at him as he walked away with the rum barrel.
Harry was left alone once more. He missed his friends, Hermione and Ron; he missed the girl he had a major crush on, Cho Chang. Why did Voldemort have to find him? Why did he want to kill him, to murder him? What was it that angered him so? Did he somehow curse him while he defeated him by complete accident?
Hector Malice walked out of the cabin room with a mop and a bucket of water. "Hey, cabin boy! You're on clean up duty!"
"I'm always on clean up duty," Harry mumbled under his breath, taking the mop and bucket from Hector.
Hector grumbled at whatever Harry mumbled to himself. He didn't give a care what he said, as long as the job got done. Still grumbling, he walked away and down the deck.
"Goodness," breathed Harry as he began to mop the wooden boards. "Why is it that I always end up with this stupid job?"
"You shouldn't complain," said a light, feminine voice.
"Who's there?" Harry exasperated.
"I am." A thin young lady swung from the masts and down onto the deck. Her hair was a deep red and contrasted very well with her facial color. She had a fair complexion; her eyes were pale blue. She was in a very wrinkled and loose dress that fell up to her knees. The dress was a soft and pale white with a few splotches of dirt and grime and grease; it had no sleeves and a thin pink belt that was tied completely loosely around her thin waist. A beautiful hawk was by her side the whole time.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, leaning on the mop.
"I am Sara." The hawk flew gracefully onto her small shoulder. "And this is Swallow."
"Oh, hello. My name is Matt." Harry let out his hand, but she didn't shake it. He felt a little confused. "Um, aren't you supposed to shake hands?"
"You need to take my hand." Sara was looking past Harry; she was off by about forty-five degrees.
"Why aren't you looking at me?"
"Because I can't see you, Matt." Suddenly, Swallow jumped from her shoulders, spreading her wings wide, and perched himself onto Harry's. Then, she chirped happily. Sara changed her direction. She had turned and was now facing Harry.
Then it hit Harry. She was blind.
"Are you-"
"Blind?" asked Sara, her pale eyes looking straight through Harry. "Yes, Matt. I am."
"Oh . . ."
"Don't have pity for me, Matt. It won't help me get any better," Sara said in a soft voice. She took a deep breath. "Besides, I'm used to being blind. And I have Swallow here to help me."
"Yeah, I guess . . ."
Sara sighed. "Well, I'm off to bed, Matt. Good night, sir."
"Don't call me sir, Sara."
"Why not? Are you a Monsieur?"
"No, no, no. I'm the cabin boy."
Sara didn't seem surprised. "Oh. Well, I am the navigator for this ship, yet everyone calls me Sara-not navigator."
"Aren't you lucky?" Harry replied sarcastically.
"No, Matt. I'm just grateful." Sara whistled two notes and held out her arm. Obeying, Swallow flew onto her arm and stroked her cheek with his beak. "Now, good night, Matt. Sweet dreams."
"'Night," Harry muttered, watching her thin, graceful body walk slowly off down the steps which led into the inside of the ship.
Long after Harry had finished mopping, he lay awake in his cot. Something about that girl just nagged at him from the back of his mind. Closing his eyes, he remembered her small body gracing the ship with her glowing presence, and how she swung from the masts with such grace and beauty. Something about her just killed him; it just made him want to melt down to his knees. Beauty was what she had; her eyes made him smile.
"Why are you smiling?" Hector asked, throwing a pillow at Harry.
"Huh?" Harry asked, sitting up and holding Hector's pillow. "What?"
"Why were you just smiling?"
"I wasn't smiling."
"Yes you were."
"I was thinking about something."
Hector laughed. "Something or someone?"
"All right! Someone."
"Who?"
"I'm not telling you, Hector."
"A girlfriend? A girl that you left behind?"
"A girl that I just met."
"Oh." Hector's expression went from a smile to a frown. "So you've met Sara?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Nothing. It's just . . ."
"Just what?"
"She's one fireball, man."
"What do you mean?"
"She's captured the hearts of this whole worthless crew, already. And now you?"
Harry was silent. After a few moments of silence, he said: "I guess. But I have someone that I love back home."
"So do I, man. I have a girlfriend, Nona, back in Spain."
"How does she do it?"
"Do what?"
"Capturing their hearts?"
"She was born that way, man. I mean Jonas is very edgy because of his affection for Sara. He has a wife and a family at home in Ireland. The Monsieur is also in love with her. And he has a pregnant fiancé back in France. That's why he's on this ship."
"Wow," Harry admonished.
"That's what I said, Matt. That's what I said . . ."
Harry fell back into his bed and closed his eyes. His mind began to fill with fantasies and dreams with Sara in every single scene. A smile crept on his lips. And with what seemed like only one minute, the ship shook violently and the lights in the whole wooden device went out.
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A/N: Howdy. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I am still working hard on this. Please don't give me any flames, because I don't give any. And I would greatly appreciate it if you did review.
