Lienne sat out in the hall next to the entrance to the Slytherin room. The portrait kept asking her for her password, but she didn't feel like saying it. Besides, what did it matter? It would only make things worse. She didn't want to stay one more night in the dreadful Slytherin house. Her head slowly drooped until it hit her knees that were soon soaked in tears. Why? Why was she in this house? Why was she doomed to be so dreadful? Why did Harry hate her? Her mind swimmed with thoughts until it came back to Mintiri. She hadn't talked to her for a few days. She stood up to the frustrated portrait. "I was beginning to hope--wonder if you had died out there. Password?" it snapped at her. "Nighthawks," she quipped back, rolling her eyes at the portrait. It swung open almost sarcastically. She strode through the common room ignoring everyone around her ("Mudblood!" was emitted a few times from Draco's mouth) to her dormitory where her friend was waiting.
"Mintiri?" she asked quietly, looking about in the window. "I was wondering when you'd come back for some wisdom," she heard a soft voice. She pulled a chair over and sat in it next to the sill, starting to cry again.
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Similarly, Harry sat by the window, on the verge of tears. He felt so close to her, but..it shouldn't be. "She's Slytherin...but she's so beautiful...how could she be evil?" he kept thinking, rubbing his eyes in thought. "Maybe if I stay away from her, then it will all go away," he thought to himself. Maybe that might do the trick.
"Oy, Harry!"
"Ron," he said, turning to smile at his friend. He sat next to him. "You're still not going on about her, are you?" he asked, immediately regretting it as he saw Harry turn back to the window, hinting his chin quivering. He stepped back a bit. "I'm sorry mate.. I didn't mean to.." he whispered. Harry reached behind him to grab Ron's arm. "No.. it's fine. I've made a decision to just face the facts, that we're meant to be enemies. If something were to happen, it would've already," he said, wiping his eyes and standing up. "But, Harry, it's only been--" "Time doesn't matter," he said trailing off. Harry stood looking down at his shoes for what felt like an eternity, until he suddenly breathed in and looked Ron in the eyes. "I can't speak to her anymore."
"Harry, you love her, you can't do that."
Harry's green eyes had by now turned a dull, saddened emerald. Not the usual glittering, brilliant green. They started to tear. "Sometimes.. sometimes sacrifices must be made."
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Lienne laid in bed for hours and hours after she should've been well asleep. She stared out the other window at the twinkling starlight. Mintiri had told her to talk to Harry and tell him how she felt.
"But.. I thought he hated me..?" "Well.. two things could happen here, Lienne. One, he could feel the same for you, and you'll be happier off. My prediction is that he'll be mad because a Slytherin feels for him, and he'll be the laughing stock of school if this comes about, so he can't be seen with you.. and he'll hate you even more. But, my girl, you need the truth. Tell him tomorrow."
She turned over restlessly, replaying the thoughts in her head. "Tell him tomorrow." "..he'll hate you even more.." "..he could feel the same for you.." "..you need the truth." She sat up. "I have to tell him," she whispered, putting shoes and a school robe on.
She snuck out of her dormitory and creeped ever so silently out of the portrait hole until she arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait. She stared at the sleeping woman, tiny droplets of saliva hanging from a corner of her mouth. She giggled a bit, then gasped and held her hand over her mouth and fell to the ground. If she knew she was here...
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Harry held his wand in his mouth as it was used for a light as he read about the Cannons. He direly missed Quidditch, as this year it had been cancelled due to the Triwizard Tournament. He hadn't been chosen, and he hadn't expected to be. He sighed and watched the players zoom in and out of the pictures, one of them wave the Golden Snitch at him and smiling. He peeked over and saw his beautiful broom in the corner. "Maybe just a quick ride around the field, then I'll go to sleep," he whispered to himself, laying his dimming wand down and shutting the book. He clambered out of his four-poster and slipped one of his old Quidditch robes on. He smiled; it was so comfortable. He silently tip-toed over to the broom and grabbed it on the way out of the dormitory door.
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Lienne's eyes shot open. "I fell asleep," she moaned in her head, looking out the windows to be comforted. It hadn't been but a minute or two; she just dozed. Then she heard a noise within the Common Room and her heart lept. "Could it be him?" she asked herself, then quickly shot it down. "What would be my luck--"
The portrait opened, smacking her in the nose, knocking her out.
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He heard the portrait hit something, and his eyes opened. Had it been a teacher? A student? Just his imagination? Or worse--his heart dropped. Mrs. Norris? He looked down and saw a heap of school robes and a small pair of blue tennis shoes. He scrunched his eyebrows. Who did he know that had blue tennis shoes that small? He ran through all the names from Gryffindor, until he looked over and saw a pair of blue eyes to match. His heart lept again.
He realized it was Lienne, and immediately forgot his decision he had made a few hours before. He kneeled down and asked if she was alright. "Harry?" she asked, smiling ear-to-ear. He smiled, then remembered his oath to Ron and his smile faded. "What's wrong?" she asked, rubbing her nose and sitting up. "Nothing," he said, standing up and facing towards the door. She looked up at him in his robes. "I'm going flying for a bit, see you around," he said coldly, walking down the corridor away from her. She felt hurt.. did he just blow her off? She started to cry. "Mintiri was right about you," she said, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to not echo. He stopped, but didn't turn around. "I knew it, she said you'd hate me, maybe it was all a big mistake to come and see you in the first place," she said, now breaking into a sob. He looked down at his hands, shaking. This was the time. A voice in his head was screaming, "TELL HER! TELL HER NOW!" He shook his head, trying to get the voice out. She stood up, then leaned against the wall to stop from falling. He still stood, staring at his feet.
Fat, warm tears pelted against her feet as they fell from her face. She no longer tried to stop them, she just stood and stared at his back. She didn't know what to do. Should she tell him and risk their friendship (or lack thereof), or just walk away?
Harry turned to see her bright blue eyes. Her glasses had fallen to the floor before she stood up, and her hair was all around her face. She seemed so different to him suddenly. He looked in her eyes and stood, not knowing what to say. He wanted to run to her and wrap her in his arms, hold her so that his heart was next to hers, so that he could look in her eyes and say it.
"Mintiri?" she asked quietly, looking about in the window. "I was wondering when you'd come back for some wisdom," she heard a soft voice. She pulled a chair over and sat in it next to the sill, starting to cry again.
****
Similarly, Harry sat by the window, on the verge of tears. He felt so close to her, but..it shouldn't be. "She's Slytherin...but she's so beautiful...how could she be evil?" he kept thinking, rubbing his eyes in thought. "Maybe if I stay away from her, then it will all go away," he thought to himself. Maybe that might do the trick.
"Oy, Harry!"
"Ron," he said, turning to smile at his friend. He sat next to him. "You're still not going on about her, are you?" he asked, immediately regretting it as he saw Harry turn back to the window, hinting his chin quivering. He stepped back a bit. "I'm sorry mate.. I didn't mean to.." he whispered. Harry reached behind him to grab Ron's arm. "No.. it's fine. I've made a decision to just face the facts, that we're meant to be enemies. If something were to happen, it would've already," he said, wiping his eyes and standing up. "But, Harry, it's only been--" "Time doesn't matter," he said trailing off. Harry stood looking down at his shoes for what felt like an eternity, until he suddenly breathed in and looked Ron in the eyes. "I can't speak to her anymore."
"Harry, you love her, you can't do that."
Harry's green eyes had by now turned a dull, saddened emerald. Not the usual glittering, brilliant green. They started to tear. "Sometimes.. sometimes sacrifices must be made."
****
Lienne laid in bed for hours and hours after she should've been well asleep. She stared out the other window at the twinkling starlight. Mintiri had told her to talk to Harry and tell him how she felt.
"But.. I thought he hated me..?" "Well.. two things could happen here, Lienne. One, he could feel the same for you, and you'll be happier off. My prediction is that he'll be mad because a Slytherin feels for him, and he'll be the laughing stock of school if this comes about, so he can't be seen with you.. and he'll hate you even more. But, my girl, you need the truth. Tell him tomorrow."
She turned over restlessly, replaying the thoughts in her head. "Tell him tomorrow." "..he'll hate you even more.." "..he could feel the same for you.." "..you need the truth." She sat up. "I have to tell him," she whispered, putting shoes and a school robe on.
She snuck out of her dormitory and creeped ever so silently out of the portrait hole until she arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait. She stared at the sleeping woman, tiny droplets of saliva hanging from a corner of her mouth. She giggled a bit, then gasped and held her hand over her mouth and fell to the ground. If she knew she was here...
****
Harry held his wand in his mouth as it was used for a light as he read about the Cannons. He direly missed Quidditch, as this year it had been cancelled due to the Triwizard Tournament. He hadn't been chosen, and he hadn't expected to be. He sighed and watched the players zoom in and out of the pictures, one of them wave the Golden Snitch at him and smiling. He peeked over and saw his beautiful broom in the corner. "Maybe just a quick ride around the field, then I'll go to sleep," he whispered to himself, laying his dimming wand down and shutting the book. He clambered out of his four-poster and slipped one of his old Quidditch robes on. He smiled; it was so comfortable. He silently tip-toed over to the broom and grabbed it on the way out of the dormitory door.
****
Lienne's eyes shot open. "I fell asleep," she moaned in her head, looking out the windows to be comforted. It hadn't been but a minute or two; she just dozed. Then she heard a noise within the Common Room and her heart lept. "Could it be him?" she asked herself, then quickly shot it down. "What would be my luck--"
The portrait opened, smacking her in the nose, knocking her out.
****
He heard the portrait hit something, and his eyes opened. Had it been a teacher? A student? Just his imagination? Or worse--his heart dropped. Mrs. Norris? He looked down and saw a heap of school robes and a small pair of blue tennis shoes. He scrunched his eyebrows. Who did he know that had blue tennis shoes that small? He ran through all the names from Gryffindor, until he looked over and saw a pair of blue eyes to match. His heart lept again.
He realized it was Lienne, and immediately forgot his decision he had made a few hours before. He kneeled down and asked if she was alright. "Harry?" she asked, smiling ear-to-ear. He smiled, then remembered his oath to Ron and his smile faded. "What's wrong?" she asked, rubbing her nose and sitting up. "Nothing," he said, standing up and facing towards the door. She looked up at him in his robes. "I'm going flying for a bit, see you around," he said coldly, walking down the corridor away from her. She felt hurt.. did he just blow her off? She started to cry. "Mintiri was right about you," she said, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to not echo. He stopped, but didn't turn around. "I knew it, she said you'd hate me, maybe it was all a big mistake to come and see you in the first place," she said, now breaking into a sob. He looked down at his hands, shaking. This was the time. A voice in his head was screaming, "TELL HER! TELL HER NOW!" He shook his head, trying to get the voice out. She stood up, then leaned against the wall to stop from falling. He still stood, staring at his feet.
Fat, warm tears pelted against her feet as they fell from her face. She no longer tried to stop them, she just stood and stared at his back. She didn't know what to do. Should she tell him and risk their friendship (or lack thereof), or just walk away?
Harry turned to see her bright blue eyes. Her glasses had fallen to the floor before she stood up, and her hair was all around her face. She seemed so different to him suddenly. He looked in her eyes and stood, not knowing what to say. He wanted to run to her and wrap her in his arms, hold her so that his heart was next to hers, so that he could look in her eyes and say it.
