Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten the point yet, and you totally don't get the definition of sarcasm, then you should be reading this. I have no clue what I just meant. Oh well, whatever. I AM JK ROWLING. I GET PROFIT FROM WRITING THIS MESSED UP STORY. And I'm in Grade 8. What the hell you guys! Whatever. You get the idea. No matter how much in my twisted mind I can dream all these characters are mine..THEY AREN'T! OKAY? GET IT THROUGH YOUR GODDAMN THICK HEAD. sigh I'm done. I think. (SARCASM YOU THICK IDIOTS!)
Author Note: If you haven't noticed, it's more implied in the following updates, it is supposed to be a Parvati/Harry fic. Of course, I warn you now, it's not going to be like, "I think I love you Harry," "Oh I've always loved you Parvati, since the Yule Ball," "Really? Oh my! Let's make out!" "Yes, screw Ginny, let's go snog in a corner Parvati!" No not like that. Of course, if you guys don't mind, I would truly appreciate it if you guys put in your reviews what kind of ship you would prefer for me to do, I'm good with anything. It doesn't have to be Parvati Harry. I could easily change it into a Parvati/Draco fic. Wait. Umm. I don't think I was serious. Wait I could be. Draco could be suicidal too. So Cliche don't you think? Hmm..
Anyways what I'm saying is that I enjoy trying out different ships, and the one with the most..votes if you could call it that wins. I'll really appreciate it if you guys did that.
Warning: Up ahead; Parvati, getting suicidal. Self Harm is an experiment. Ginny being sort of different? I'm changing her bit by bit so you don't notice it so quickly and come after me. I'm trying to make this believable. I don't want you to notice Ginny being so bitchy all of a sudden out of no where. That's not how it's supposed to be? Is it? Oh yeah, and I was stoned when I was writing this, and it was like midnight, so I have no clue what the hell I was writing. Still haven't read it. It's long. Please review. Tis Christmas night when I wrote this.
PARVATI'S POV
She was being watched. She felt their eyes taking in every step she took, every breath she drew. She felt the intensity, crawling up her back. Parvati looked around frantically, trying to catch someone at the act but as soon as she looked up, they averted their gaze. Well that's what it felt like.
They were watching her. They knew something. Her eyes wide, Parvati spun around, looking at everyone. Only a person or two raised an eyebrow at her before resuming a conversation on the way to their classes.
But it was all an act, wasn't it? That's what it felt like. Parvati swallowed.
Truth told, they weren't really watching her. No, they didn't give a sh-- about what went on with Parvati's life. Which was probably worse. Or maybe better. It depended. But at the moment, to Parvati it felt like the world was watching her every movement, looking for a fault.
Looking down at her schedule, away from all those prying eyes, Parvati's breath caught in her throat as she realized it was Double Potions. No, she hated that subject. She and Lavender never finished off the Blood Restoration Potion that was due today. That would mean there would be more attention drawn towards her. And Lavender.
Heart thumping loudly in her ears, Parvati made her way slowly to the dungeons. She looked up every once in a while from the ground to attempt to catch someone stalking her. She never did. But that simply aroused her suspicions further.
She didn't notice that someone really was watching her, carefully, everything she did, but not in an attempt to fault her, but more in an attempt to help her.
HARRY'S POV
What the hell was her problem? She was..twitching almost. Harry frowned at her, watching her look up and then back down at her feet. Ginny's grip on his wrist was tight. He forced a smile at Ginny who was trying to follow his gaze and find out just where he was staring. She failed, and shrugged, gave him a peck on the cheek and left for Charms.
Harry followed after Parvati and entered Potions Class. He didn't pull his gaze away from Parvati's long and silky hair.
"Late, Ms. Patil and Potter." Snape drawled. Harry barely heard him as he was watching Parvati, stiffen. She got oddly rigid. Why? What was she afraid of?
The whole class was staring at the pair of them now. Harry pulled his chair out and sat on it, choosing the seat next to Parvati. She didn't notice as she kept her head lowered to the ground.
"10 points from Gryffindor, each and a detention for you." Snape sneered. Parvati kept her eyes fixed to a spot on the desk as Harry stared at her in curiosity. Snape seemed to get almost annoyed by their almost numb reactions.
"20 points from Gryffindor for not looking up when spoken to." Harry's eyes flew to Snape's, in rapt attention, silently praying Parvati did the same.
"A week of detentions, Ms. Patil." Snape said, in a somewhat satisfied voice. Harry felt like scowling and cursing Snape. Parvati was still tensed.
"Will Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley proceed to the front with their Thoughtless, it is actually called that-" A few Slytherins sniggered. Harry narrowed his eyes, grimacing. Ron turned a bright red. "Potion. The effects are supposed to be that the vic-the taker of the potion will be able to clear their mind completely of all thoughts. Is there a volunteer who would like to test it?"
Harry and Ron stood at the front of the room now, with their bubbling and somewhat repulsive smelling cauldron. No one stood.
Snape smirked. Ron looked positively frightened. He leaned towards Harry, and whispered, "You know that means one of us might have to try it out!" He sounded alarmed. That was an understatement.
Harry creased his eyebrows. For all they knew, the potion could be poison. Hermione had her head buried on the desk. Harry knew he hadn't really tried for the potion but-
"I-I could try it." A timid voice piped up. Harry's eyes flew to Parvati's who was staring fixedly at the cauldron. He didn't like that look in her eyes. It was as if she wanted it to be poison. It was as if she didn't really care. He didn't like that look. He looked back at Snape ready to protest when Snape, scrutinizing Parvati for half a second before nodded.
Parvati walked up to Harry's side, avoiding his intense stare. Ron, on the other hand, looked pleased, and joyous.
Ron took a small glass vial and dipped it in the potion. He cried out in pain as the liquid almost scorched his skin, dropping the glass into the potion. It melted in front of Harry's eyes.
Snape smirked.
Parvati looked even more daring. There was a...an almost hollow determined look in her eyes.
Harry went for it. He swooped the vial in the potion, ignoring the numb feeling travelling up his arm. He swallowed the burning liquid and let it flow down his throat in one gulp. Parvati looked shocked, her arm which was outstretched to take the vial falling back to her side.
Harry blinked a few times. He felt like he was going to fall. He realized he wasn't breathing. He couldn't think. Feel. Black. Empty.
There were quite a few gasps as Harry Potter hit the ground with a dull thud. Parvati let out a dry scream.
PARVATI'S POV
"Severus Snape! I can't believe you could possibly let young Potter drink a potion you didn't test on yourself!" Pomfrey was scolding Snape. Harry was in the bed, a washcloth on his burning forehead.
Parvati felt unbearably guilty. If only she had been faster in taking the stupid vial.
"He had it coming. I specifically warned-" Snape was cut off as Pomfrey went into a rant about how teachers should behave, putting their differences aside.
Parvati's breaths were coming out raggedly. It had been half an hour since Harry had fainted.
"You should return back to class, Ms. Patil." Snape said, walking over to Parvati's side. He looked at her for a moment.
Parvati felt like he was scanning her brain. She stood up suddenly, averting eyes with her potions master. She stared at Harry. Her throat felt dry.
"I'll be going then." She croaked, before walking past him. She felt Snape's piercing gaze rest on the back of her head for a moment before looking away.
She ran out into the corridor and collided fatefully with Ginny Weasley, who looked murderous.
"You! I heard the rumours! They said you poisoned Harry!" She hissed, taking a threatening step towards Parvati, who stepped back. She poked Parvati in the chest, and pushed her away forcefully.
"I-I-" Parvati stuttered, explanations flying through her somewhat chaotic mind.
Ginny shoved Parvati again and strutted past her into the room. Parvati bit her lower lip. Is that what everyone thought?
Feeling dizzy, Parvati ran in the opposite direction.
Please Review. Would You guys still give me ideas? Someone want to beta me?
Random Note: You read my other one. Meh. Nothing new. Christmas suck-I mean I loved Christmas. It was so enjoyable...I'm going to admit to myself that I have problems. I like Slit Wrist Theory by 36 Crazyfists...
Why is it that I can give such great advice? My room's a mess.
Pleading Note: Please Review. I get happy when I see reviews. Very happy. Please review. Tell me what makes sense, and what doesn't' make sense. What's too strange what's too abnormal. What you prefer and what you don't prefer. Please and Thank you.
(Small Simple Safe Price. Rise Me Awake And Carry Me With All Of My Regrets. This is Not a Small Cut That Scabs and Dries and Flakes and Heals. And I Am Not Afraid to Die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left but a section of pigmy sized cuts. Much Like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Will You Be My Little Cut? Would You Be My Thousand Fucks? And Make Mark Leaving Space for the guilt to be liquid, to fill and spill over and under my thighs. My sad sorry selfish Try out to be a cutter, I'm cutting trying to picture your, black broken heart. Love is not like anything, especially like a fucking knife.)
(Some of those words were wrong, but you get the idea? The Used- I'm A Fake) (I seriously have problems.) (Almost all of that post made no sense) (AHH IT TOOK SO LONG TO LOAD!)