The Beast Whisperer
Harry x Hermione
Romance
Authors Note:
It has come to my attention that apparently there is a manga out there, that I've forgotten the name of now.. something with beast.. beast tamer or beast, eh something.. that deals with a similar setting to this story. I would like to mention that I was unaware of the manga when I began this story and as such I had no idea that I was entering somebody's territory. If you feel this story is way too similar to the manga then I won't bother writing anymore. Until then, I will stick to my story, and hopefully, you who have read the manga, won't bother me.
Also the opening paragraph of this chapter is odd. The general idea of converting my thoughts into words is very difficult to me.
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The start of term feast – Part 2
There's something about time that is very curios: it creates and it destroys.
People age and die, and things rot. But then again, people are born and things are made. Time is the source that makes anything possible. And weren't it for time itself, animals, humans and plants, and everything in-between, would never have had the chance to live at all. Life would not exist; Magic would not exist.
This ultimately means that if you do not live; time does not exist?
Magic could not be alive; for if it was then that meant it could die. Not being able to feel the passage of time in all of his.. life? He assumed he was magic. Or was magic, time? Then he was time.
He was conscious and could think; he could speak and he could understand. He had a purpose: he was a being giving advice. A magical being, of time..
Being unaffected by the phenomena that was time; he was sadly a very lonely character. It was true that in his mind his masters resided. Famous and legendary they were when they were alive. The four great wizards and witches of the age. Their will lived through him, reinforced by the passage of time, and he would do as he sought fit with the knowledge that he had.
"Hermione Granger!"
And lo and behold, it was that point in time again that he enjoyed the most throughout his long lifespan- it made him truly feel alive. It was then that he knew he was something of importance to the time influenced world. And only then.
Alas.. it was a girl this time. A muggle-born - how interesting! And she had a splendid mind. Hidden, it was. Head as big as Rowena herself.. but ah, where to put this child?
Always alone. Like a vacuum her thoughts were squeezed into his mind. Thoughts, the only thing he ever heard. Made a fool of herself. Nobody. She has nobody. But she is still sleeping. Deep within her soul she has it. She must see it. The shell will be broken, she will emerge from the darkness. Alone. The will to survive and the flame of life; will never falter. Soon, my dear, you will earn a place in history. You need to wake up! To wake up. And grab your opportunities. This is your reality - Is it magic. A lack of courage, but it exists in your soul. Dig. Find it, and you will be all that you ever wished for. A proud person. One who does not feel insecurities. It will be a long and windy way, but time will slowly cure anything. It's amazing what time can do if you first let it.
But I was always alone.
And what strong bonds you will build with the people you will meet.
But I have always been a bother.
So many more reasons to like you, because of your faults.
But I was always teased!
And what a strong mind you have built because of it!
And now the child was silent. Nothing more to complain about. And this was exactly what the hat wanted. There is only one place for this girl.
She is really an amazing creature. She is intelligent, and that is why she think too much. Let it go, and she will feel comfortable. The house to place her, to make her whole; he couldn't think of a better one than "Gryffindor!", and remember: it will be a difficult journey. But worth it in the end!
As she left, and he would never see her again, the hat wondered even more about his own life. Would he have anything to gain after his own difficult journey that was life, as well? Or would he eventually be alone as time itself ran out? Would he continue to live on even then? Alone?
Shouting and clapping and whistling could be heard. The girl who seemed so shy at first had a determined look. Confidence. She is in Gryffindor now, and she was courageous. She was bound to her destiny to overcome her inner struggle, to become a woman. But she had trouble figuring out if what the hat had said was true. Did she really have the power to change? Not alone, anyway. That's for certain.
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That was her alright. The insecure, over-thinking Hermione Granger. Four years later, still nothing had changed. She was eating a splendid feast at the Great Hall. It was still early in the evening, but she found herself quickly loosing interest in remaining there. For each minute that past, it felt like a whole hour, every second felt like a minute; she was so utterly bored. Loneliness can do that to you, especially when you were unable to do anything about it.
Having been hungry ever since she left for the train to take her here – but she still ate slowly. She didn't want people staring at her if she ate like she hadn't eaten in days. It was true though, ever since her first year here she had been on a self proclaimed diet, so she was often very hungry. It didn't seem to help though as people still avoided her. It was probably no use trying to look pretty when she wasn't even looked at to begin with.
But then again, some day she would leave this school and become an adult. Some day she would live by herself, and look for a job. Some day she would meet somebody. Would she regret having eaten too much then? She wasn't one to exercise much, so the food she ate would just go straight to her hips, she believed.
No, she would take it slowly and only eat what her inner mind told her. There was no use in trusting her eyes or stomach; after all, it takes twenty minutes for the stomach to signal the brain that it is full. By that time, she would have already eaten twenty minutes worth of food too much.
But maybe she is just over-thinking again. She's a healthy young girl, she should eat as much as she can in order to grow and become a woman. But she dares not. Instead she ate slowly and calculated her number of chews; 23, 24, 25, and swallow.
And in the end she just sat there and counted the seconds, hoping for the relief of Dumbledore holding his ending speech and sending everybody to bed.
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Meanwhile, at the other end of the Gryffindor table Harry had awoken by the scent of something lovely. He looked around at first, but didn't have to search for long; he stared at the food that had suddenly appeared in front of him.
He was unsure of what to do here, so he did not to do anything at all; as if in shock. Truth be told, he was very shocked. He couldn't believe that this food was real, or was it even real? Maybe he was so hungry that suddenly he began to see what his stomach wanted him to see? Couldn't his mind tell reality from illusion? This place was, after all, a magical school; wasn't it possible that his inner desires fed the magic ever present in this room, and which in turn caused him to hallucinate?
He still had trouble believing in magic though, it wasn't exactly something anyone would accept into their lives all of a sudden. Especially if one had lived the life of Harry Potter, but he never doubted he was special. Those people had taught him just how special he was. Then there was that incident.. Was that magical? Was he magical?
Not one to dwell for too long over something, especially the past, he looked around with his mouth agape; people were actually eating! This was real. This was real food. And there was so much, so many kinds of food. Oh, and that tasty looking, warm chicken that just seemed to ooze with a lovely aroma. There wasn't anything else in his vision at the moment, as his eyes seemed to focus like a tunnel on the meat. He reached out slowly towards the plate; not caring if anyone saw him stealing food. It was just too conveniently placed in front of him for him to even reconsider. But then he suddenly stopped.
He, couldn't reach!
It was right there in front of him, but the chain on his neck prevented him from reaching over and grabbing a piece of that deliciously looking chicken. He'd never had chicken, and he really wanted to try the taste of it. His hands didn't reach, being cuffed to his seat. The chains were simply long enough for him to barely reach his plate, fork, and his mouth. But the food was out of range. He couldn't reach.
Was it not meant for him?
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If you came to hear of the rumor about one Neville Longbottom having supposedly saved the school numerous times, just know that it isn't a rumor. It was fact. Neville Longbottom was one of a kind, in fact, when it comes to spectacular events. Seemingly unbelievable acts of heroism.
For one; it is rumored that he chased off the presumed (though many feared he wasn't) dead Dark Lord Voldemort during his first year at Hogwarts. And he saved the wizardry world from ever seeing the rise of the dark lord.
Second; it is rumored that he once again escaped the terrors of Lord Voldemort in his second year, by defeating a gigantic snake whose eyes turned anyone into stone who looked in them. Sadly, the life of a little girl was lost, and people still believe that was the trigger for Neville to snap and go hunting the basilisk himself. It is not certain whether Voldemort managed to come back or not that night; but what is certain is that Neville had battled him and survived.
How, you may ask, did he manage to do this? Why of course, he was a private student of Dumbledore.
Not only that, but Neville is.. special.
There is talk amongst the students of his god-like abilities as well. Neville Longbottom had a thing for magic - It was almost as if magic preferred him over anything else - almost as if he was magic itself.
You see, he was very special because he could instantly recognize a spell, no matter if he'd known the name, if he'd ever seen it before, even if he did not see the incarnation itself; he knew what the spell was, no matter the circumstances.
He could feel the magic in the air, and in the spell. He instinctively knew of the magics properties and amount in any given spell; he knew what the spell was for, and what it would do (never what it could) almost before it was cast. And with this ability he was impossible to duel against.
It was true that he may not be very strong, physically, and he wasn't above average in stamina, but with his knowledge he instantly took the advantage over the opponent and somehow made them fight against themselves. It's not easy to describe how he does it; one would almost have to see it to understand it. Not that anyone ever could understand it anyway – probably not even Neville himself understood it.
And with Dumbledore's announcement of taking him in as a private student; he became a very much snobby, overconfident person. He looked down at people, because they were all inferior to his skill. Neville Longbottom was the soon to be hero of the wizardry world, according to the headmaster anyway, who will save the world as we know it from an unbelievable evil.
And now that there was this lower class bum sitting to his left, who seemed unfamiliar of magic to the extent that he didn't even emit any. He just couldn't stand it. Not only was this Harry Potter, his supposed rival (because Dumbledore had spoken of a prophecy regarding either Harry or himself), but he looked so weak!
Even though Voldemort had marked Harry as his equal, there was simply no way he had done the right choice. No, it had to be Neville who was the prophesied one. And he god damn well was going to show everyone just how wrong they were in declaring that.. animal.. a hero.
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Maybe this was a test? Harry thought. Did the old guy want him to socialize with these people, right from the beginning? But, he didn't even know anyone here. Besides, he had the impression that he wasn't very much liked anyway, he usually wasn't, so what was the use? He'd be able to succumb his needs for one more night; then he'd sneak off later and grab some of the remains.
His stomach had other thoughts though, and angrily told him so. People around him stopped stuffing their faces full of the amazing foods and looked at him. Fear, definitely fear. And pity. He didn't need anyone to pity him – he'd always been independent. And of course, anger.
A slightly chubby boy to his right, still eating mind you, looked at Harry with what he could only assume was anger. Hist black hair hanging in a bowl cut, his face stuffed with potatoes, meat and vegetables. He looked to be the same age as Harry. He was the only one sitting next to him, as to his left there was no seat; him being on the last seat of his row. If only that person could help him out..
"Umm.. Hey you." He tried, not too familiar with the whole friendliness thing.
The chatter that once was so lively had stopped abruptly. It was Harry in focus now, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. True, he was used being in the center of attention, but not like this. Too many confused, and scared faces at once, it was bizarre; surreal, unreal.
"Y-yes?" the boy said, clearly trying to hide his anger -at being disturbed? He looked a bit frightened at being spoken to as well. It must have felt as if Harry's eyes pierced through his very soul. As if all he could see was a wild animal, chained to the table, a collar of some sorts around his neck with a strong iron chain connecting him to the table; smaller ones connecting his hands to his seat. And he was staring at him in hunger. His face had scars, though they weren't completely visible, as if he'd been in many brawls ages ago; and his clothes were dirty and ragged. In his left ear was a piercing, that he obviously had put there himself, he was missing a tooth; and his fists were almost completely covered in scars. But his emerald eyes were the worst part about his feature; they didn't look very much like a humans. Maybe he was a werewolf?
"Give me food."
It wasn't exactly a question, he practically commanded the other boy, and he didn't break eye contact. A beast. The eyes were almost hypnotizing. The constant frown on his face seemed to make wonders because the boy nodded awkwardly, clearly sweating from the mental onslaught that had taken place in his head, and began picking various foods for Harry.
"Oi oi," someone whispered, "Neville's already befriended him". And more people turned to look as Neville Longbottom, one of the strongest wizards in the school (of the students) had succumbed to Harry Potters intimidating looks just after a couple of seconds. "Befriended, heh, looks like he's forced. Can you see his face? Neville's so pissed," They probably didn't bother to actually whisper amongst themselves; it was more or less them hoping that Neville would hear.
They tried to suppress a laugh but it only held for so long as Neville stopped his course of action and stared at the two in petrifying anger.
Harry didn't say anything when the boy had finished with his request, and instead dug in. It was incredibly good food. So many different tastes and aromas, and juices. It was a dream.
That was when he decided that coming here probably wasn't such a bad thing to do anyway.
The people around him stared in shock; he was even worse than Ron when it came to food. And that was when they decided with certainty that Harry Potter was just like a wild animal.
Ron sat with his mouth half open and stared in amusement at Harry Potter. That was certainly an interesting person that he wouldn't mind getting to know a little better. Maybe they would be great friends; it would appear that he was in need of a friend as well. Plus, Harry looked like a cool person to hang with. "Ron, come on tell me what happened next!" Seamus said from opposite Ron, and he broke out of his rain of thoughts.
Draco Malfoy however, also having seen the scene playing out at the Gryffindor table, stared at Harry in glee. He decided that Harry Potter was very.. hard. Probably even tougher than himself. Nobody ever told Neville off because they knew he would one day have a very high standing social status, maybe even become a Minister. And they wouldn't want to have him remember them poorly. No, Draco must learn from Harry Potter just what it meant being hard. This was a once in a lifetime experience that he would not let slip by.
But Hermione looked shocked at Harry from the other end of the table because of a different reason: He looked so incredibly evil, like a blood thirsty wild animal that was savaging a poor chicken. Neville was probably lucky Harry didn't rip his head off, and for crying out loud why was Harry dressed that way? It's as if he's been living in the wild. Not even the streets would have that of an effect on somebody. She was on the verge of crying right then, this was really not good at all. Harry was just like an animal, and he was in her class. It was probably just luck that he hadn't noticed her.
Because she knew very well how animals felt about her.
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I'm going to a friend for a week. So adieu.
