Harry Potter
In
Of Hearts and Masks
By: Steve Lewis
Please note that all character's appearing in this story, are the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling, and are used here purely for the entertainment of readers on this site, and are not in any way intended to be marketed, disseminated, or in any way otherwise used to make a profit. The author however, claims full intellectual propriety of the story, and any descriptions thereto.
Enough with the legalize bull... This is a neat story, I hope you enjoy this first part.
Harry Potter woke with a start in his four-poster, sweating profusely, and utterly confused. His normally untidy black hair was even more so, and his pajama's were soaked through with his own perspiration. Sitting there for a moment, Harry heard the sound of his dorm mates snoring, a sure sign that they were fast asleep. What then, had woken him up?
Harry remembered a dream, an odd one, but the details were blurred. He was in the Chamber of Secrets again, a place he'd not seen since his second year at Hogwarts. It was there that he'd faced the shadow of his arch-enemy Lord Voldmort, and saved the life of his best friend Ron's sister, Ginny Weasly.
Suddenly, Harry realized, that was it. Ginny had died! In the dream, he'd not been able to save her, and she died. Harry was now filled with a deep concern for her. He had learned in previous years at Hogwarts not to take dreams for granted. How difficult could it be to go check on her? She was a Gryffindor, like himself, and her dorm was just across the common room.
Resolved that he would get up to look in on her, he stood up, and reached under his bed. From there he extracted his single inheritance from his dead father, a long, silvery invisibility cloak. This amazing article had granted Harry the power to prowl the halls and grounds of Hogwarts undetected, many times in his five years there. A select few people knew about it, Ron, his other best friend Hermione, and oddly enough, headmaster Dumbledore. It was the aging headmaster who'd given him the cloak in the first place.
As Harry stepped quietly from his dorm, he found himself shocked at his own daring, for such a small thing. True enough, ever since the incident in the Chamber of Secrets, he'd found himself watching over Ginny in a sort of brotherly fashion, concerned in a way that he knew was basically harmless. But then, Ginny had grown up a bit since her first year at Hogwarts, and Harry couldn't deny that she'd become very attractive after outgrowing her preteen awkwardness. He couldn't think like that though! It was his best friend's sister! Just think of all the teasing he would have to endure from Ron, not to mention his arch-rival Draco Malfoy, an unpleasant Slytherin boy in his year. Already Malfoy had made it impossible for the two of them to be together without being subjected to his crude catcalls. Harry had to tell himself that it didn't matter, they were just friends, before he could drive those thoughts out of his mind. A moment later, he had crossed the Common Room, and was standing at the door to the girls dorm.
He paused for a moment, thinking. He'd never been in the girls dorm, and he didn't have the slightest clue where Ginny slept. Not that it mattered, he was invisible, he could presumably go by every bed, drawing back the curtains to look, but that seemed a bit, well, weird. He had no choice though, he couldn't get Ginny off of his mind, until he was sure that she was safe, and there was only one way to do that.
He opened the door to the girls dorm, and stepped inside. The dorm was dark, as everyone was asleep, and Harry could just barely make out the outline of the four-posters along the walls in the room. In front of him to his left, he could see a stone staircase. Pausing again, he tried to think of where Ginny might sleep. He'd often heard her tell Hermione that she was going upstairs to bed, so he thought it was a pretty fair bet that he would find her on the upper floor.
As quietly as he could, Harry walked up the steps and onto the second story. To his surprise, he could see a faint glow of light, issuing from one of the four-poster's here. Walking over to the bed, he peered carefully inside. There, Ginny Weasly slept quietly, her flame-red hair spread out like a fan beneath her. She held a book on her chest, that she had obviously been reading by the light of the candle that she had perched somewhat precariously on the corner of her bed. How crazy can you get? Harry thought to himself, falling asleep with a burning candle on your bed. It was a good thing he came up here!
Harry put the candle on the shelf next to her bed, and gently pulled the book from Ginny's relaxed hands. He wondered what she was reading, since he'd never known her to be much of a reader. Turning the book over, Harry read, "Who's Who in the Magical World". Looking at the page she had been reading, Harry was surprised to see his own name, and a brief description of how he'd survived Lord Voldmort's attack, when he was just a child. Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw this, it seemed like an odd thing to be reading this late, but then, Harry rarely did any reading at any time outside of a class.
Harry glanced down at Ginny, and was for a moment, completely transfixed. She seemed so peaceful, so calm, and most importantly, so safe. Harry lifted away his invisibility cloak for a moment, laying on the ground beside him. Slowly, carefully, he reached a hand out to her forehead, brushing a finger gently over her smoothly arched eyebrow. Kneeling there, he watched her for a moment, now totally oblivious to the fact that he was standing, exposed in the girls dorm. Was this just a passing concern? He couldn't get over how beautiful she was, but it was a thought he'd never entertained before now.
Harry closed his eyes for just a moment, but was startled back into focus by Ginny's soft voice next to him, "Am I dreaming?" she said blearily. Harry was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to wake up!
For a moment he struggled for an explanation, "Um...I uh...you left your candle burning, I didn't want you to get hurt..." Ginny smiled sweetly, making eye contact for the briefest moment, sending a warm sensation through Harry's body.
"That's so kind of you...but, how did you know? She was beginning to become more fully awake, and the oddity of the situation was beginning to dawn on her.
"I, um, came to check on you, I thought I heard a noise from the common room, and, so I came up..." Harry lied. It was dreadfully transparent, but it was the best he could do at the moment.
Ginny giggled softly, a sound that was almost musical to Harry. "What were you doing in the common room this late?"
Harry faltered again, he couldn't believe she'd woken up, "I, well, I was studying, I've got a huge test in Transfiguration tomorrow, and I'm way behind," he said.
Ginny nodded, "I see, well, perhaps you should go, you wouldn't want to get caught up here."
Harry grinned at her, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, watch." With a flourish, he picked up his invisibility cloak, and placed it around his body. He watched as Ginny's brown eyes went wide.
"Harry? Harry, Harry are you there?" she asked. She was looking right through him, at the four-poster next to hers.
"I'm right here," Harry said softly. He'd moved closer to her, next to her ear, so that he could whisper. Ginny jumped back with a start, and started laughing as Harry pulled off the cloak.
"It's an invisibility cloak, it let's me go anywhere without being seen," he explained.
Ginny's eye's lit up, as Harry let her examine the cloak. "This is amazing, I'd love to try it sometime!" She let the silk material of the cloak run through her fingers, and finally handed it back to Harry.
"It can fit more than two people at once, maybe sometime we can go for a walk in it," Harry suggested. Ginny smiled, but her heart skipped a beat. The thought of being that close to Harry Potter, the boy she'd been in love with since she first saw him, was more than she could hope for. He had to be joking, but she decided to take a chance.
"Um... when could we do that?" She asked, smiling somewhat.
Harry grinned again, that smile that sent chills up her spine, "Well, I'd say we could go somewhere now, but it is kind of late, and I need to get some sleep."
Ginny nodded, but said, "Tomorrow then? You could come get me after everyone goes to bed."
Harry didn't really like the idea of sneaking around the girl's dorm again, but he could tell by Ginny's manner that she was looking forward to it. The expectant look in her eye's made it worth it. "Sure, I'll see you then," said Harry. With a wave, he slipped the cloak back on, and headed for his own dorm.
Ginny watched him leave with a bemused expression on her face. Harry Potter, had come to see her, in the middle of the night! Could it be? Could he really like her, or was she just letting her imagination run wild? Well, she had a date, (was it a date?) with him tomorrow. At that moment, that's all that mattered. She blew out her candle, and settled into a restful, and pleasantly dream-filled sleep.
2
If Ginny was confused, it was nothing to the way that Harry felt. What had just happened? He wondered. He knew that the electrical feeling that he'd felt when they made eye contact was more than just friendly. But that was crazy! This was Ginny Weasly, and the thoughts running through his head right now were just not probable. He'd have to sleep on it, that was all he could do.
Hey, sorry about the abrupt ending, but this is the end of the chapter, be on the look out for chapter two, where I hope to throw in some other elements (like a plot for instance!!)
In
Of Hearts and Masks
By: Steve Lewis
Please note that all character's appearing in this story, are the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling, and are used here purely for the entertainment of readers on this site, and are not in any way intended to be marketed, disseminated, or in any way otherwise used to make a profit. The author however, claims full intellectual propriety of the story, and any descriptions thereto.
Enough with the legalize bull... This is a neat story, I hope you enjoy this first part.
Harry Potter woke with a start in his four-poster, sweating profusely, and utterly confused. His normally untidy black hair was even more so, and his pajama's were soaked through with his own perspiration. Sitting there for a moment, Harry heard the sound of his dorm mates snoring, a sure sign that they were fast asleep. What then, had woken him up?
Harry remembered a dream, an odd one, but the details were blurred. He was in the Chamber of Secrets again, a place he'd not seen since his second year at Hogwarts. It was there that he'd faced the shadow of his arch-enemy Lord Voldmort, and saved the life of his best friend Ron's sister, Ginny Weasly.
Suddenly, Harry realized, that was it. Ginny had died! In the dream, he'd not been able to save her, and she died. Harry was now filled with a deep concern for her. He had learned in previous years at Hogwarts not to take dreams for granted. How difficult could it be to go check on her? She was a Gryffindor, like himself, and her dorm was just across the common room.
Resolved that he would get up to look in on her, he stood up, and reached under his bed. From there he extracted his single inheritance from his dead father, a long, silvery invisibility cloak. This amazing article had granted Harry the power to prowl the halls and grounds of Hogwarts undetected, many times in his five years there. A select few people knew about it, Ron, his other best friend Hermione, and oddly enough, headmaster Dumbledore. It was the aging headmaster who'd given him the cloak in the first place.
As Harry stepped quietly from his dorm, he found himself shocked at his own daring, for such a small thing. True enough, ever since the incident in the Chamber of Secrets, he'd found himself watching over Ginny in a sort of brotherly fashion, concerned in a way that he knew was basically harmless. But then, Ginny had grown up a bit since her first year at Hogwarts, and Harry couldn't deny that she'd become very attractive after outgrowing her preteen awkwardness. He couldn't think like that though! It was his best friend's sister! Just think of all the teasing he would have to endure from Ron, not to mention his arch-rival Draco Malfoy, an unpleasant Slytherin boy in his year. Already Malfoy had made it impossible for the two of them to be together without being subjected to his crude catcalls. Harry had to tell himself that it didn't matter, they were just friends, before he could drive those thoughts out of his mind. A moment later, he had crossed the Common Room, and was standing at the door to the girls dorm.
He paused for a moment, thinking. He'd never been in the girls dorm, and he didn't have the slightest clue where Ginny slept. Not that it mattered, he was invisible, he could presumably go by every bed, drawing back the curtains to look, but that seemed a bit, well, weird. He had no choice though, he couldn't get Ginny off of his mind, until he was sure that she was safe, and there was only one way to do that.
He opened the door to the girls dorm, and stepped inside. The dorm was dark, as everyone was asleep, and Harry could just barely make out the outline of the four-posters along the walls in the room. In front of him to his left, he could see a stone staircase. Pausing again, he tried to think of where Ginny might sleep. He'd often heard her tell Hermione that she was going upstairs to bed, so he thought it was a pretty fair bet that he would find her on the upper floor.
As quietly as he could, Harry walked up the steps and onto the second story. To his surprise, he could see a faint glow of light, issuing from one of the four-poster's here. Walking over to the bed, he peered carefully inside. There, Ginny Weasly slept quietly, her flame-red hair spread out like a fan beneath her. She held a book on her chest, that she had obviously been reading by the light of the candle that she had perched somewhat precariously on the corner of her bed. How crazy can you get? Harry thought to himself, falling asleep with a burning candle on your bed. It was a good thing he came up here!
Harry put the candle on the shelf next to her bed, and gently pulled the book from Ginny's relaxed hands. He wondered what she was reading, since he'd never known her to be much of a reader. Turning the book over, Harry read, "Who's Who in the Magical World". Looking at the page she had been reading, Harry was surprised to see his own name, and a brief description of how he'd survived Lord Voldmort's attack, when he was just a child. Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw this, it seemed like an odd thing to be reading this late, but then, Harry rarely did any reading at any time outside of a class.
Harry glanced down at Ginny, and was for a moment, completely transfixed. She seemed so peaceful, so calm, and most importantly, so safe. Harry lifted away his invisibility cloak for a moment, laying on the ground beside him. Slowly, carefully, he reached a hand out to her forehead, brushing a finger gently over her smoothly arched eyebrow. Kneeling there, he watched her for a moment, now totally oblivious to the fact that he was standing, exposed in the girls dorm. Was this just a passing concern? He couldn't get over how beautiful she was, but it was a thought he'd never entertained before now.
Harry closed his eyes for just a moment, but was startled back into focus by Ginny's soft voice next to him, "Am I dreaming?" she said blearily. Harry was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to wake up!
For a moment he struggled for an explanation, "Um...I uh...you left your candle burning, I didn't want you to get hurt..." Ginny smiled sweetly, making eye contact for the briefest moment, sending a warm sensation through Harry's body.
"That's so kind of you...but, how did you know? She was beginning to become more fully awake, and the oddity of the situation was beginning to dawn on her.
"I, um, came to check on you, I thought I heard a noise from the common room, and, so I came up..." Harry lied. It was dreadfully transparent, but it was the best he could do at the moment.
Ginny giggled softly, a sound that was almost musical to Harry. "What were you doing in the common room this late?"
Harry faltered again, he couldn't believe she'd woken up, "I, well, I was studying, I've got a huge test in Transfiguration tomorrow, and I'm way behind," he said.
Ginny nodded, "I see, well, perhaps you should go, you wouldn't want to get caught up here."
Harry grinned at her, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, watch." With a flourish, he picked up his invisibility cloak, and placed it around his body. He watched as Ginny's brown eyes went wide.
"Harry? Harry, Harry are you there?" she asked. She was looking right through him, at the four-poster next to hers.
"I'm right here," Harry said softly. He'd moved closer to her, next to her ear, so that he could whisper. Ginny jumped back with a start, and started laughing as Harry pulled off the cloak.
"It's an invisibility cloak, it let's me go anywhere without being seen," he explained.
Ginny's eye's lit up, as Harry let her examine the cloak. "This is amazing, I'd love to try it sometime!" She let the silk material of the cloak run through her fingers, and finally handed it back to Harry.
"It can fit more than two people at once, maybe sometime we can go for a walk in it," Harry suggested. Ginny smiled, but her heart skipped a beat. The thought of being that close to Harry Potter, the boy she'd been in love with since she first saw him, was more than she could hope for. He had to be joking, but she decided to take a chance.
"Um... when could we do that?" She asked, smiling somewhat.
Harry grinned again, that smile that sent chills up her spine, "Well, I'd say we could go somewhere now, but it is kind of late, and I need to get some sleep."
Ginny nodded, but said, "Tomorrow then? You could come get me after everyone goes to bed."
Harry didn't really like the idea of sneaking around the girl's dorm again, but he could tell by Ginny's manner that she was looking forward to it. The expectant look in her eye's made it worth it. "Sure, I'll see you then," said Harry. With a wave, he slipped the cloak back on, and headed for his own dorm.
Ginny watched him leave with a bemused expression on her face. Harry Potter, had come to see her, in the middle of the night! Could it be? Could he really like her, or was she just letting her imagination run wild? Well, she had a date, (was it a date?) with him tomorrow. At that moment, that's all that mattered. She blew out her candle, and settled into a restful, and pleasantly dream-filled sleep.
2
If Ginny was confused, it was nothing to the way that Harry felt. What had just happened? He wondered. He knew that the electrical feeling that he'd felt when they made eye contact was more than just friendly. But that was crazy! This was Ginny Weasly, and the thoughts running through his head right now were just not probable. He'd have to sleep on it, that was all he could do.
Hey, sorry about the abrupt ending, but this is the end of the chapter, be on the look out for chapter two, where I hope to throw in some other elements (like a plot for instance!!)
