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'Talking' Silent Communications
"Talking"
'Thinking' Sometimes individual monologue
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Year One pt9
Draco Malfoy is a particular fellow who is trying to put himself above everyone else except Harry and me, well mostly Harry. A month after apologizing to Hermione, he tried to keep a distance from her so he won't insult her too much but did hang out with Pansy as she is also a pureblood and I heard through the gossip column that those two are betroth to each other since their infancy. Pansy doesn't seem the type to be making goo-goo eyes at Draco, in fact, she seems to ignore him most of the time and it is suitable for us. However, Pansy does stand up for Hermione whenever we are not around and so I let her business be her business, unless it's a business I have to intervene in.
Neville Longbottom got out of the Medical wing a day after and is doing well. He came to us, boldly on his part and thanked us for getting his sphere back from Malfoy. After that whenever we see him, we always greeted him warmly and most times he stutters or blushes but greets us back.
Ron Weasley, now that guy has been a little over bearing for my knowledge, as he has overcame his inner debate on whether or not to befriend us since we are Slytherins and Snakes are nothing more than evil and dark, in his eyes and mind. He always tries to 'hang out' with us but the uncomfortable expressions the girls wears is at most humorous. When we walk by, even if it's just us, Ron will most time walk in step with us and it'll be weird. We don't really converse with him, unless it's to stop him from blowing his top at an insult from our Slytherins and during those times, he'll whisper under his breath about filthy snakes. That got some words from an insulted Hermione and Pansy would back her up while we just watched in amusement. I wonder if Ron has any other friends anywhere, besides trying to be our friend, which isn't working if his temper is anything to go by. I know for a fact that when he's 'with us', Ron is polite, well tries to be and when he thinks we are far away, he talks about us behind our backs.
The way I see, it's no use to try and confront this and will just let the matter be handled by his older brothers.
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On the 17th of October, a day before my birthday, we were on our way to lunch when I saw a couple 7th years Ravenclaw harassing a busty 5th year Slytherin and harassing as in verbal and discreetly trying to grab her in unwanted places. Pansy and Hermione gasps at the disrespectful scene, so we stopped a good 10 feet from behind them. One squeeze from Harry, I went to the little group just as the girl slapped one of the guys and was about to be slapped back.
Grabbing onto the incoming hand, I twisted it behind the boys and slammed him up against the wall. One hand on that boy, I had my wand out pointed to the other guy who now has his hand up in surrender.
"Are you alright, Miss?" Seeing tears from the corner of my eye, I felt concerned but a smile came nonetheless and the girl nodded.
"Good, go see Snape and report what just happen, I'll deal with these two so run along" She thanked me and took off to the dungeons while Harry came up and had his wand up for the other guy.
"Now then, let's take a walk to the Headmaster's office, shall we?" Slipping my wand back in my sleeves, I hauled the boy off the wall and pushed him forward. Harry gestured for the other boy to move ahead and we lead the pair through the crowd that gathered when the girl took off.
"Such disrespect from a couple of soon to be graduates and in the hallway no less"
"Fuc" Cut the one in front of me off by kicking him in the ass and Harry chuckled.
"Watch it, boy, I have no problem cutting off one of your appendages and believe me, you'll need this one to breed with. Now move it"
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An hour of miscellaneous things such as words of variety curses from both Severus and Ravenclaw's head of house: Mister Flitwick, and thanks from the Headmaster, PLUS 50 points each, I say it was well worth it.
That is until I found out we missed lunch which is a big disappointment because todays lunch happened to be Shepard's pie and so not worth as we are very late for it and afternoons classes will start in like 15 minutes. Standing outside the entrance to the hall, I kicked the wall and Harry sighed.
'Why did they have to be so inconvenient to be harassing someone before Lunch, I mean come on' I groaned in response and leaned my head against the kicked wall, no damages done but it helped me a bit.
"Yo" "What are you two" "Doing out here" "And we heard you slammed" "A 7th year pretty bad"
The twins came up to us and clapped Harry on the back in greetings and I just waved at them.
"Well they cost us our lunch, so Roxanne is pretty pissed right now" I groaned again.
"That can be" "Fixed if you" "Follow us" My head snapped at them in surprise as they gestured for us to follow them. Harry looked skeptic for a moment before tugging me along.
Down a corridor or two, we came up to a portrait filled with fruit and stopped. Fred, or was it George, tickled a pear and the portrait open up. Waving us in, we followed and came into a grand Kitchen with little house elves scurrying around getting the placed clean.
"Is this the kitchen of Hogwarts" I just nodded numbly at Harry's question and I wanted to punch myself. How the Fuck could I forget about the kitchens? Ugh
"Have a seat and an elf will serve you something quick before classes start" Sitting on a stool by a counter isle, one elf spotted us and greeted us.
"Good day, masters, what is master wanting today?"
"We missed lunch due to an inconvenience and wondered if we can have something before class begins" A snap and 2 plates of sandwiches appeared in front of us with 2 glass of what I am assuming to be pumpkins juice.
"Thank you, little one, you are most helpful" Complimenting the elf, he almost fainted from it and took off to probably tell the others that a pair of wizards thanked him.
"Well, you're in good hands, we'll be off and see you two around then" George or Fred said and they both took off with a wave out the portrait door.
"They're good fellows aren't they?" I nodded instead of speaking with a full mouth, Yes indeed they are good fellows and I'll be thanking them one day in a very extreme fashion.
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"Where were you" an angry looking Malfoy stopped us right outside Defense Against the Dark Arts Class and a couple students looked our way at the way Malfoy addressed us, sort of loudly and very un-Malfoy-ish fashion.
Laughing, I let go of Harry's hand and walked up to the fuming Malfoy.
"Draco dear, do shut up" Smiling to get a better reaction but Harry stopped it before it could happen.
"Roxanne, be nice" I pouted at him but smiled still as I walked by Malfoy and into class, so I won't hear Harry consoling him.
Dark and dank, I like the way this class looks except for the teacher teaching this class and as I made my way up to the front, I see Hermione and Pansy chatting among themselves. Slipping in a seat next to Pansy, they turned to me but didn't see Harry and so asked about his whereabouts. I scoffed and answered with one word.
"Draco" and that is all I needed to say. Smirking they went back to chatting quietly and I noticed Neville sitting next to Hermione, so I waved a little to him. He waved back hesitantly but waved nonetheless. As soon as the Professor came in did both Harry and Draco, Harry slipped in right beside me and Draco sat on his other side.
In his stuttering state, we got to do notes on how in many ways can a protection spell be broken and how to make it stronger. Hermione's hand is whizzing by across the paper as Pansy is staring at her in awe and Neville whispered a question or two to Hermione in which she answered, never faltering in her writing. In the middle of class, as I held Harry's hand, I felt him squeeze it tightly and I also felt the emotion behind it. From the outside, Harry looks normal but if you're me and know these things, you can see the slight hitch in his breath and the small clenching of his jaw to know that something is wrong.
I just held on until the pain subsided and when it did, I asked if he was alright.
'My scar felt like it was burning right into my skull' Taking a deep breath and tried to keep on writing, Harry turned to me for a second and I saw that he had unshed tears in his eyes.
'I'll help' and with that, through our connection, I sent a soothing spells that crawled up from his arm to his head and just cooled the areas that is hurting. Harry sighed and relaxed when I did that in which I relaxed after.
'How did it get triggered?' Harry looked around but shrugged in confusion.
'I was just writing away when it happen so fast that I'm not sure' I furrowed my brows in confusion but wiped it away when Draco looked my way and I continued to write.
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Later on, after classes ended, a buzzing of gossip is among the students and our gossip queen is holding out on us, with her smirk and shaking of her head. Only when we got to an empty corridor did she spill and spill she did at the very juicy news.
The 7th year Ravenclaws got suspended for 2 weeks and got sent home to be dealt with by their parents!
Like whoa, that is justice served in a timely fashion and I hope the girl is happy with the outcome.
"Well it serves them right for trying to fondle a fellow classmate and in public no less" was Hermione's input on the matter in discussion and I just smiled at her.
"Well I guess it WAS worth missing lunch for and I hope the girl is ok with it"
"Of course she is, before I saw you guys, the smile she was sporting could literally blind you. So we can only assume that she is happy about it" Pansy informed us and I smiled at that, knowing that we did the girl well.
Shrugging at no one in particular, I lead the group away from the empty corridor and started for the route to the Great Hall, chatting about this and that.
On the way, I felt a tugging on my hand and so tugged back to let Harry know I'm listening.
'Did we do good or just got us in trouble in the future?' an eye brow raised at that question
'We did that girl justice and if those guys' or their parents think different then obviously something is happening in their household to think that what had happen is normal for them'
'Ew' I nodded in agreement as we walked through the doors of the Great hall and lead Hermione to her seat.
"Study later?" we nodded and went to our table with Pansy.
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Running through the dark forest of wild trees: trying to hide from a mob of torches, pitchforks and swords, panting out of breath and trying not to tumble from my torn dress as tears streamed down my face from fear and hurt.
They betrayed me and for money in that matter. My own family may be poor and being an only child should have not let it get to this. They betrayed me for the luxury of being able to eat and buy warmer blankets.
For the longest time, they knew what I could do and haven't said anything, for the 'safety' of our family as my father put it and yet here I am running for my life, being branded as a witch.
I should feel something close to vengeance for what they done but I feel pity instead: pity for the fact that they will have to live the rest of their lives knowing they betrayed and killed their only child.
My mother would weep when she hears that I'm beheaded if they catch me, after getting a stomach full of food and my father would be stoned cold faced on the outside but on the inside he would be screaming because he let them get his little girl.
Turning and running until I came to a river of the strongest current, trapped. Hearing the mob come closer and closer, my fear had me shaking on the spot. The only thought that came to mind when I could see the faces of the men staring down on me with a sneer is that I will live again and so I smiled before plunging backwards in the wild waters.
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Shaking awake, I looked around my surrounding and could hear the steady breathing of Harry. Only then did I release the breath I didn't know I was holding and laid back on my pillow.
Every morning on my birthday, I have different memories of each time I died and after centuries, I got used to it.
Harry knows nothing of this and he'll never will because he has his own nightmares to face if he doesn't put up his walls. I however do not put up any wall to block out these memories for they have already happen and reliving them just reminds me when I wake that I am still alive.
The simple death of mine are ok as I wake up but the harsh and gruesome ones still gives me the shivers and most times I wake up screaming. Good thing I've learn a long time ago to put up a silencing charm the eve of my birthday so I won't wake up unsuspecting people.
I remember the first times these happen to me and it was after the first time I died. At first I didn't understand it, I thought it was dreams going crazy but then those dreams became reality when my wand returned to me at the age of 5, the wand in my dreams.
Only when I held my wand did I understand that first time that I have come back, reincarnated if you will, to this world and so tried to study up on it in any library I could find but could not find anything on it back in those times because scrolls tend to be lost or burned and so let it go; Until the 9th or 10th century sprang up and I first came to the brand new school of Hogwarts.
Many centuries of wizards and witches in this world of muggles, have finally built a school for the 'gifted' and it was founded by 4 historic wizards and witches.
Merlin himself would have thought this up but unfortunately he was too busy mentoring a certain young man to become king.
4 historic wizards and witches indeed; the dirt I have on them would make a best seller and controversy all in one, Also a very large book probably 200 pages for each one and maybe more.
That I can guarantee.
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