Blood and Chocolate
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold—
Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait, and extremely appalled at the feedback this is getting. I thank you all in advance, and will continue with the story. This is going to be in Harry's poverty, just so you know. The next chapter will be in Ginny's, and then after that it's third person.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I shall never have the dream of doing so. As you already know, I do not own Alone, Edgar Allen Poe is the mastermind behind this wonderful poem.
I can't stop looking at her…she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's always been around, but I've never noticed her. She's different, I don't know how else to put it. Hermione won't stop looking at her. It's like she knows something I don't.
"Hermione?" I asked. "Why do you keep looking at Ginny?"
"It's nothing Harry…" She shook her head, and pressed her lips together. This conversation was over. I wouldn't be getting anything else out of her today. That's rather odd, though…Hermione usually tells us what she's up to. Hermione stood up, rather abruptly, and told me to tell Ron that she was cutting their date.
"Why?"
"Because, I have some…research to do on—well never mind that, just tell him!" Hermione said quickly casting another glance at Ginny, who was sitting at the end of the table. Hermione is up to something, and it involves Ginny, but what?
I don't understand Hermione sometimes. She talks about how much she loves to spend time with Ron, but these last few weeks have been the same. She cancels her dates with him, and goes to the library, doing research… On what? Is she cheating on Ron?
I can't turn away from Ginny. Hermione makes her way across the hall, and out of the doors. Ginny gives her a look. I know something is wrong with Ginny, something happened two summers ago. She had become very weak and frail, and then she changed and became more mysterious.
I don't know when it happened, but it did…
I can look at her and tell that something is not quite right. It's like a burning sensation in the back of my mind that hurts, and then doesn't hurt. But you know it's there and you can't ignore it. You know that something is wrong, and that it's consuming you, but you can do nothing but let it do so.
She's beautiful, and I can't help but wonder when I noticed this. She's got the graceful agility of a feline. She almost doesn't seem human…
She's got a dark aura around her, and yet nothing at all. Sometimes, she'll be in the room, and you know nothing of her presence, until she sneaks up behind you. She's never been really popular, and still she isn't, but yet that's all people seem to talk about. I get jealous, and sometimes I have to leave the room. Not all conversations about her are pleasant.
I stare at Remus, and then my gaze lands on Sirius. I smile at him, and he waves to me. It's really rather odd, how he came to be with us…again. He fell, once, behind the Veil of Darkness. I was in the worst kind of depression, I had ever been in, and I wouldn't talk to people. When I did, I snapped at them, the only thing that I was doing was pushing them away.
They wouldn't let me. I was forced to talk to them. Then Dumbledore came and found a way for us to retrieve Sirius. When we got him out he looked younger, like he had in my parent's wedding picture. Dumbledore said it had something to do with his maturing. He hadn't been able to live his life like he supposed to. So the Veil restored him to when he was happiest.
Sirius couldn't remember anything about his time spent in the Veil. He was just…falling.
This time for me is so full of surprises; I wonder what else could happen. Again, my gaze is centered on Ginny. She gives me a tight-lipped smile, and then gets up I follow her out. I want to know what's wrong with her.
"Harry, what are going here?" she asked me. I shrugged and stared at her shining eyes. They were unnaturally dark.
"I just wanted to see you", I reply. Innocent enough, but I see something flicker in her eyes. I can't describe it, but it's odd.
"Well, here I am. Nothing to special, but here I am".
I walked up to her and lean down to her ear.
"You, Ginny Weasley, are more special then you have any right to be".
I could feel her shudder, and for a moment I wanted to kiss her. Right there in the hall, right when people were finally coming out of the Great Hall, but I resisted the urge, and told her I'd see her later. She nodded as if in a haze.
I smiled as I walked away from her. I just couldn't get her out off my mind. She was there, she was a mystery I couldn't help but want to solve. But something in the back of my mind was asking me if I would like what I found. Would I? Maybe she was a mystery for a reason. Maybe she wasn't meant to be solved.
"Harry?"
"Harry!" Hermione snapped at me. I shifted my eyes away from the fires, and looked at her.
"Hmm?"
"Have you heard a word that I have said?" She asked irritated. I frowned at her; I suppose I shouldn't lie to her. I wasn't listening to her, but if I told her that, she'd get angry.
"I'm sorry Mione, my mind has been elsewhere".
She scoffed at me, and turned another page in her book.
"Harry, did you know that vampires have eyes, that are unnaturally dark, and they don't ever age?" I saw her cast a glance toward the corner of the common room.
"No, why do you ask?" I was curious. Vampires had always been a bit of a mystery to people. There were many books on them, but many had different ideas of what they were. Some said that they couldn't walk in sunlight; others said that they could, some say that vampires are all evil creatures, and deserved to be killed. I don't think that's true. I think that every person, and creature needs to be given a chance in a life.
"Just thought it would be interesting", she said.
She was right, however, that particular subject is very interesting.
"Yes, Mione, it is, I'm just extremely tired", I said.
She gave a comforting smile, leaned over, and kissed my forehead.
"Go to bed, Harry" She whispered.
Hermione had become my sister. There was nothing but platonic, brotherly-sisterly love going on, and each day, I found myself loving her more and more. I nodded, gave her a hug and descended up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
That night, I didn't sleep well. I never slept well, but this was different. I tossed and turned, kicked my covers away from me, and then tossed and turned some more. It didn't help that I had classes the next morning.
I sat down next to Ginny, but the look she sent me was anything but welcoming. Against, my better judgment, I sat next to her, even when she sent me, a 'go-to-hell' look.
"What exactly are you doing, Harry Potter?" She asked me, she seemed to be amazed at something. Maybe it was the fact that I was actually sitting beside her.
"Sitting down, what about you?" I asked cheekily. She sneered at me, but I could see the laughter in her eyes.
"What class do you have first?" She asked me.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts", I answered.
She nodded and went back to eating. I couldn't help but take her in. Her long ruby red hair, her black eyes, pale skin, high cheekbones, and a delicate upturned nose, God, she's beautiful…
"So, are you just going to ignore me all day?" I asked her. Her dark eyes stared at me eerily, as if she were sizing me up. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, her penetrating gaze seemed to break through all my barrios, I felt as if she were reading my every thoughts with that gaze of hers.
And some past of me wanted to run and hide, I felt like prey running from the very intelligent predator that knew me more than I even knew myself.
There was just something about her that did seem human…
Author's Notes: Well, that's all for now, I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. I have had some problems at home that have been interfering with my life. I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I will try and get it out before Christmas. I know, that isn't much of a promise, but I'm doing the best I can't.
Anyway, who wants Harry to become a Vampire?
I need polls on that, and also, ideas for this story would be a great help for me. I don't know where it's going just yet, so I need ideas! Anyway, I love all you reviews that helped me keep this story going. Can we try and get that many reviews for this chapter? Well, I want at least 5 reviews before I update the next chapter, okay?
