Here's the tease for the sequel! I just forgot about it!!!
So sorry, so sorry Minna-sama!!!!
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It was a quiet night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A lone figure stood by an open window. Minerva smiled to herself,
Harry had always come here since the disasterous Triwizard
Tournament, and she was the only one who knew he came here.
' Poor Boy', she thought,' having all of this happening to him.'
Forgeting who she was, the strict old martinet, she slowly made
her way towards the sullen youth.
" Harry?" He practically jumped ten feet. Minerva couldn't
help but add him to her mental game.
' Minerva: 1, Harry: 4. That'll change.' Meanwhile, Harry had
turned pale and begun trying in vain to avoid point lossage.
" Relax Harry. I'm not going to take points from Gryffindor."
He visibly relaxed at those words. But he soon got a quizzical look
on his face. He wanted to know what she bigWASbig going to
do.
" Want to talk?" His twinkling green eyes, something she swore he
developed from Dumbledore, gave her a searching look so reminicent
of said man that she began to feel very uncomfortable. He reminded her
of not only his parents, but a certain boy that stole her heart. A certain
Headmaster now. Determind to not think about her tragic love life,
Minerva quickly responded with her own look.
" I....I feel alone." He looked away as if shamed by his admitance.
She gently put an arm around him.
" Harry, I too feel alone often but-" Damnit. There goes that love life
crap again.
" You do?" She nodded and hugged him slightly. He looked up at her
with amazed eyes. He must not have though his Head of House was
capable of being so grandmother-ish.
"It's my fault Cedric died....and now I feel like I'll never have anyone
understand me...ever." Did that ever sound familiar to Minerva. She
had a similar blame on her sholders.
" You feel like no one can see you as a friend who does not know
you already, like your life is one unfair mess." He nodded numbly.
Apparently she had hit the mark. Yes, Harry was just like her.
" Alone can mean many things: loveless, friendless, or missing a
beloved person who has passed on. But I have two saying that I was told
a long time ago from a mentor and a boy I knew...." She trailed off.
Damn that boy and his blue eyes! Damn that dark-eyed man who
screwed it all up!
" One was : ' If you let life get to you, you won't get to life'. The other
was: 'Time means nothing to the heart, but the heart means all to
time.'" Harry looked at her quizically again.
" What I mean is this: Don't let go of what has happened, it IS a part
of your life if you like it or not, but enjoy your life to come. Make every
second count for you! Do you understand? Cherish the people around
you." A weak smile came into view. He looked so much better when he
smiled. And suddenly he hugged her back for the first time. She held
onto him as if he were her child. God knew how rare a true hug was for
the boy...who was a man at 15. Who should be carefree. Minerva gave
him one last squeeze before turning to leave.
" Thank you Professor." She faced him again. And an impulse hit her.
" When we are alone child, you may call me Tabby." And then she
was gone. He sat there in shock for a moment, then smiled.
" Thank you Tabby." And he too left for his own bed, unaware of a
pair of blue eyes watching him.
' Soon Harry, you will be the one to give comfort. You could say it will
be your turn to protect.' A minute passed and then no one was in the
drafty hall.
~~~~~END~~~~
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NOW it's done. Sorry for the screw up.
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It was a quiet night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A lone figure stood by an open window. Minerva smiled to herself,
Harry had always come here since the disasterous Triwizard
Tournament, and she was the only one who knew he came here.
' Poor Boy', she thought,' having all of this happening to him.'
Forgeting who she was, the strict old martinet, she slowly made
her way towards the sullen youth.
" Harry?" He practically jumped ten feet. Minerva couldn't
help but add him to her mental game.
' Minerva: 1, Harry: 4. That'll change.' Meanwhile, Harry had
turned pale and begun trying in vain to avoid point lossage.
" Relax Harry. I'm not going to take points from Gryffindor."
He visibly relaxed at those words. But he soon got a quizzical look
on his face. He wanted to know what she bigWASbig going to
do.
" Want to talk?" His twinkling green eyes, something she swore he
developed from Dumbledore, gave her a searching look so reminicent
of said man that she began to feel very uncomfortable. He reminded her
of not only his parents, but a certain boy that stole her heart. A certain
Headmaster now. Determind to not think about her tragic love life,
Minerva quickly responded with her own look.
" I....I feel alone." He looked away as if shamed by his admitance.
She gently put an arm around him.
" Harry, I too feel alone often but-" Damnit. There goes that love life
crap again.
" You do?" She nodded and hugged him slightly. He looked up at her
with amazed eyes. He must not have though his Head of House was
capable of being so grandmother-ish.
"It's my fault Cedric died....and now I feel like I'll never have anyone
understand me...ever." Did that ever sound familiar to Minerva. She
had a similar blame on her sholders.
" You feel like no one can see you as a friend who does not know
you already, like your life is one unfair mess." He nodded numbly.
Apparently she had hit the mark. Yes, Harry was just like her.
" Alone can mean many things: loveless, friendless, or missing a
beloved person who has passed on. But I have two saying that I was told
a long time ago from a mentor and a boy I knew...." She trailed off.
Damn that boy and his blue eyes! Damn that dark-eyed man who
screwed it all up!
" One was : ' If you let life get to you, you won't get to life'. The other
was: 'Time means nothing to the heart, but the heart means all to
time.'" Harry looked at her quizically again.
" What I mean is this: Don't let go of what has happened, it IS a part
of your life if you like it or not, but enjoy your life to come. Make every
second count for you! Do you understand? Cherish the people around
you." A weak smile came into view. He looked so much better when he
smiled. And suddenly he hugged her back for the first time. She held
onto him as if he were her child. God knew how rare a true hug was for
the boy...who was a man at 15. Who should be carefree. Minerva gave
him one last squeeze before turning to leave.
" Thank you Professor." She faced him again. And an impulse hit her.
" When we are alone child, you may call me Tabby." And then she
was gone. He sat there in shock for a moment, then smiled.
" Thank you Tabby." And he too left for his own bed, unaware of a
pair of blue eyes watching him.
' Soon Harry, you will be the one to give comfort. You could say it will
be your turn to protect.' A minute passed and then no one was in the
drafty hall.
~~~~~END~~~~
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NOW it's done. Sorry for the screw up.