Chapter Two
A/N: Very sorry, English people, just ignore the thing about cups and tablespoons! Eek!
Two Days Later
Parvati Patil rushed up the stairs, on her way to Divination. How could she be so late again? And why did classes need to start so early? After all, a girl needs time to get herself all ready for school.
She was almost there, only five minutes late this time, when to her horror, she realized that she had forgotten her copy of Magical Girl Magazine, which she had promised to lend to her best friend Lavender! And of course, Lavender mattered more than Divination class, for she and Lavender had vowed to be best friends and never break a promise.
Sighing miserably, Parvati turned on her heel and descended the stairs, on the way back to the Gryffindor common room.
Huffing and puffing, Parvati entered the common room, which was deserted except for a tall, thin, black haired young man with riveting, sparkling green eyes gathering up his books. Parvati gazed at him, a faint trace of a smile crossing her face. He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid her eyes upon! His disorderly hair seemed to fit his beautiful face perfectly, and the scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead made him even more handsome-
Wait.
There was another boy in this school who looked like that, except not nearly as handsome-
Harry
Potter?
No, this dreamboat could not be Harry Potter. There was something different about this young man, but Parvati could not quite place it.
But he had to be Harry. The scar on his forehead was his most distinguishable feature-
"Hey, Parvati, forgot something?" The handsome young man said in Harry's voice. Parvati just stared dumbly at him. "Uh- are you okay? You're going to be late. I am already, just had to get some studying done."
Ah, how wonderful it was to hear him speak! Finally, Parvati came to her senses and responded, "Harry? Is- is that you?"
"Of course it's me? Who did you think I was?!"
"Well, there's just something, well, different about you…"
"Oh! My glasses! I found this recipe thing that corrects my eyes, so I decided to correct them so that I could get rid of my glasses. You like me with or without my glasses better?" Harry inquired.
Of course! Why hadn't she noticed sooner? "With- I mean, without!! Without, without a doubt, without, most certainly without-
"Ooohhkaaay!! Thanks! Well, I'm really late for Muggle History and you're probably late for Divination, so c'ya later," He said, gathering his books and wand and speeding out the door.
Oh my
goodness, he knew what class I'm in first period! I wonder if he likes me,
thinks I'm pretty, wants to kiss me and ask me to the Yule Ball this Christmas…
Parvati walked slowly out the
door to Divination, swooning drunkenly, forgetting her copy of Magical Girl.
Now that was strange, Harry thought to himself as he rushed down the hall to Muggle History, a required class of 5th year students. He didn't think that people would stare at him as if he were a ghost (or a god) just because he had made a small change. Or maybe it was just Parvati. She and Lavender Brown always overreacted over the smallest things, and no doubt no one else would make that big of a deal about it!
Finally, Harry arrived in the Muggle History classroom, where every student was bent over a book but Ron, who immediately met his eyes and smiled, but the smile was not as genuine as it usually was, for some reason. He hoped that his new change was not the cause of it!
Ron's smile faded when he realized Harry's new change. Why, oh why had he done this? Why did he have to correct his eyes and get rid of those ugly black glasses and become this- this girl's dream? Every little thing about him seemed to complete his handsome look. Ron felt degraded. But no, Harry's best friend could not and would not feel jealous of him, he would try to be proud. But how could he?
Harry sat in the empty seat next to Ron that was always saved for him. And one by one, the looked up, grew red in the cheeks and looked back down at their books. Feeling rather uneasy, Harry opened up his book and started to read, when the young Professor Gallaway caught his attention.
"Harry Potter, why were you late for class?" she asked curtly.
"Uh…just got a late start, that's all, Professor."
Professor Gallaway eyed him curiously, and then said, "Since this is the first time you have been late, I will let it slide for now. And- why don't you have your glasses on?" Every student in the class turned to look at him. Harry couldn't help noticing that the boys had envious looks on their faces…
"I decided to correct my eyes," Harry mumbled.
"Oh! I like it!" she said with a smile. Was this the same Professor Gallaway that he knew? Maybe I've changed more than I thought I would, Harry thought, his mouth forming a little smile.