Tanto Para Amor
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I merely claim Chanda and other characters I make as well as plot ideas, etc.
Summary: Chanda Duquore. Her name means fierce. But the only thing fierce about her, are all the tears she has cried. When her parents die, she moves in with her Grandmother. She's hoping for a fresh start and a happy life. But her new life encounters Harry Potter who finds this muggle will become the world to him. But with Voldemort breathing down Harry's back, that can't happen... right?
Words to know:
Tanto Para Amor - So much for love
chulo - cool
gatito tonto - silly kitten
gato estúpido - stupid cat
arrogante - arrogant
Las Fallas - Halloween in Spain ((basically))
¡¿Qué ahora?! - What now?!
Pequeño gatito pobre. - Poor little kitten.
Roger lamentable. - Sorry Roger.
¡¿Harry Potter qué demonios hace usted fuera de mi ventana del dormitorio?! - Harry Potter what the hell are you doing outside my bedroom window?!
¿Qué? - What?
Ciao - bye
Espere un segundo. - Wait a second.
¡¿Quién dijo esto?! - Who said that?!
¡Cómo embarazoso! - How embarrassing!
¡¿POR QUÉ SON USTED EN MI CABEZA?! - Why are you in my head?!
"Bye Petunia, Vernon! I hope you all had a wonderful time! Stop by any time you want. Our kitchen is always open. Bye-bye now!"
Is it just me, or is Rosie trying to sound demonic so the Durselys never come over again? ...Ah so it isn't just me! The Durselys along with Dudley and Harry walk over to their house. Rosie just and I stand at the doorway and wave until they enter their house and slam the door shut.
"So how did you like the nosiest neighbors I have?"
"Dudley kept trying to hit on me. Ew. But Harry seems normal and not at all ew."
"I would think so. Poor dear, apparently, his parents died in a car crash when he was just a baby. So he has to live with them. But he goes off to St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys during the school year. I think Vernon and Petunia put him up to it, in all honesty. The boy is so well behaved and very polite. They've never been fond of the child. Probably just want him out of their hair..." Rosie walks out of the foyer and up the stairs to her bedroom.
That's really sad about Harry's home life. It must completely suck to go to a school for criminals when you aren't one yourself. And he lost his parents too. I feel really connected to him now. It makes me realize that even though my parents died, I got to know them, and I get to live with a chulo abuela. What a sucky life. I hope we can get to be friends. I had really hoped he went to public school so I would have a friend this fall but oh well. We can always write.
"Mrow."
"Yes Roger, I know the dishes need to be done... Don't gimme that look you gatito tonto!"
Gato estúpido. I was getting to them, honest!
I meander into the kitchen and begin to wash the dishes. It takes awhile but once done I skip on up to my room, Roger at my heels. This seems to be a recurring theme. The little guy and I seem to have bonded. He jumps on my bed and makes a small nest on the corner by my pillow.
"Please, do make yourself at home."
He gives me a look and nuzzles down for the night. What an arrogante little bugger. I snort and grab some clothes from my trunk. I haven't had much time to unpack. I've only been here one day. I scurry down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed.
After my shower, I'm curled up in bed with Roger and a book. Black Trillium it's called; absolutely wonderful book in my opinion. It's about these three sisters and magic. It's so interesting. It makes me wish I could be a witch sometimes. When I was little, I dressed as a witch each and every year for Las Fallas. I wanted to be a witch when I grew up with a were-cat as my companion. Were-cats are magical and are a bit bigger than the average house cat with a mane: and were the smartest, coolest, trickiest beings ever. My poor parents had to deal with me bringing home every cat I found in hopes of it being a were-cat. I chuckle and set the book down. It's time to sleep!
((tap))
((tap-tap))
¡¿Qué ahora?! I just got to bed!
((tap-tap))
I groan and throw off my covers and Roger. Pequeño gatito pobre.
"Roger lamentable." I whisper and creep over towards my window.
((tap-tap))
I look out my window to see a- CHICO?! I fling open my window and whisper as loudly as I can, "¡¿Harry Potter qué demonios hace usted fuera de mi ventana del dormitorio?!"
"Uh, mind running that by me again Chanda?"
I think I'm twitching with anger. "What. Are. You. Doing?" I hiss. I grab his shirt collar and yank him closer to me. Is he not thinking?! He could kill himself!
He blinks a couple times and stammers, blushing "I just wa-wanted to ta-talk to y-you."
"...Then... WHY DIDN'T USE THE FRONT DOOR?!"
"SHHHH!! Hear me out Chanda, and don't scream!"
"Then get OFF ME!"
In order to make me stop screaming, he had jumped from outside my window, to on top of me... I always heard boys acted weird around girls, but this takes the cake!
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... or jump on you."
He gets off me and sticks a hand out. I grab it and he hauls me up.
"That's okay..."
EEP! There's only about an inch worth of space between us! ((mentally runs in circles freaking out))
"I just wanted t-to, ask you. Ask you if you wanted to, a, um, if... IjustwantedtoknowifyouwantedmetoshowyouaroundLittleWhingingsometime."
"¿...Qué...?"
He takes a deep breathe. "I just wanted to know, if you wanted me, to show you, around Little Whinging, sometime." he says a lot calmer and slower.
I blink slowly. "You mean like a date?"
His eyes go real big and he turns pretty red. "Uh, uh... I g-guess s-so."
...A GUY WANTS TO GO OUT WITH ME!! ((mentally dances around in head)) I must have this silly grin on my face.
"Harry Potter, I would love to."
He grins and gives my hand a squeeze. Wait! He's still holding my hand?! EEK ¡Cómo embarazoso!
"I'll see ya tomorrow then. Whenever Uncle Vernon leaves, I'll pop on over."
"Sounds good."
"Bye Chanda."
And with those parting sentiments, he lets go of my hand, and slips through my window. I watch as he scrambles down my drain pipe and scurries over to his house.
"Ciao Harry. Ciao."
"My my, aren't we love struck."
I whirl around. Nothing. Nobody. Just Roger and me.
"Espere un segundo. Roger...? No! That can't be possible. You're just a cat. You couldn't be a were-cat. You don't have a mane. I must be going insane. Yeah, that's it! I'm going insane! Wait, why am I happy about that? AH ¡¿Quién dijo esto?!"
Roger just blinks at me and jumps on the bed, never breaking eye-contact.
"You probably shouldn't get involved with him. Harry Potter has a sad future in store for him. If you get involved, you could mess up everything."
I blink and poke Roger.
"... Don't poke me again."
"EEEKK ¡¿POR QUÉ SON USTED EN MI CABEZA?!"
I back up into my dresser. Why did the only normal one in this house besides me have to be telepathic CAT!
"I'm not a cat. I'm a were-cat thank you very much. Now, do you want to know why I'm talking to you and warning you to stay away from Harry Potter or not?"
"Yes! I mean, he seems like a very nice boy and I can't believe that he's a criminal! He's too nice and he stutters! No normal criminal would stutter!"
"He's not a criminal. He's a wizard."
"..."
"Fine, don't believe me. But you are talking to a were-cat now so you might as well believe it."
"But wizards aren't real."
"You are talking to a bloody were-cat; we aren't supposed to be real now are we? But here I am. You aren't going insane and that boy is a wizard."
"Is he a, a dangerous wizard?"
"For you he will be."
"For... me? What do you mean?"
"Muggles, or non-magic folk such as yourself, aren't supposed to know wizards exist."
"Then why'd you tell me?"
"I'm getting there. Shoosh!"
"Touchy little thing aren't you."
"I'll ignore that comment... His parents didn't die in a car crash. A powerful and very evil wizard killed his parents because of a prophecy. It said that a baby born to parents who had thrice defied him who destroy him. He tried to kill Harry when he was only one years old and was nearly destroyed. He lived on in a bare existence. He was able to acquire a body two summers ago and is trying to take over the wizarding world. He hates muggles and wants to kill all muggle-borns, or muggles with magical abilities. His basic plan is to take over the wizarding world and then, the muggle world."
"And that has what to do with me?"
"I'm GETTING there! Harry Potter has to kill him, Voldemort. He has to be the one to kill him. If you get involved, you could be a weakness and Voldemort would use that against Harry! He would kill you and Harry would be weaker because of it. The wizarding world would fall if that happens. Now do you see? You have to stay away from him. I don't want you to get yourself killed, nor do I want the wizarding world to be under his control!"
"...Oh. I see... At least he'll go away for the school year, right Roger?"
"Right."
I walk dejectedly over to my bed and slink under the covers.
"Tanto para amor..."
I sniff and wipe at my eyes. I hate crying so much!
