Harry and Tonks: a love story chapter eleven
As I walk into the dungeon, I decide that I must not let these people blackmailing me get the better of me; this buoys my mood higher than usual for Potions which is a great feat in itself!
"Late Potter," Snape drawls, "5 points from Gryffindor, be thankful it isn't more; goodness, late on your first day back, but what else would we expect from you, Mr Potter?"
Omg I just want to kill him all the time: yet right now that feeling has escalated higher, reaching a new peak of hatred inside of me, where it doesn't matter what I hurt or destroy, as long as I can: what's happening to me? I feel so angry all the time but I must direct that anger towards my blackmailers: plan a decent fight back to hopefully prevent the photos getting out.
Ok, what could I do to keep my life in secrecy, what skills do I have that could keep me from perjury?
I can fly – could attack from above etc
I can duel – my duel with my besty mate Voldy proved that!
I have strength and stamina to keep fighting on and on.
I don't give in easily.
Erm, erm, ok, I cannnnnn what else can I do? I play a mean game of wizards chess but doubt those evil… will want to play chess to hand over the photos! No, I do get angry easily therefore meaning that rage fuels my fighting for a while so I can produce some extraordinary magic!
I look around in a daze to see everyone is mobilised around me: we are making a potion called the Hellraiser Hatred potion – perfect for Snape and my relationship! I move instantly to the workbench and begin chopping up ingredients and adding them to my cauldron without really thinking about it: I'm on automode and on this setting I can actually succeed in potions!
"Mr Potter has actually managed to make a potion without killing us all, like he almost did last year," Snape says silkily as he passes my cauldron – when he is silky, he's ALWAYS foul and enraged inside, score one to me, not that anyone's counting: except maybe Ron who keeps jotting down numbers since 1st year on a piece of paper but only in potions; I'll ask him sometime.
So, back to the important thing: I will wait for them to communicate with me next, and when they do, I will say no, let's duel and the winner of that (2 vs 1) will gain victory over the photos. So I'd best be ready!
With that sorted, and potions over, we head upstairs; and Ron doesn't question why I didn't turn up at Divination – I doubt he cares to be honest, as we both hate it: yet I will have to talk to him before the next lesson to see what my excuse is for not turning up to the lesson.
Once we are upstairs, we head to the Great Hall for lunch: today I decide to have beef and Yorkshire pudding, and Ron macaroni, whereas Hermione says
"Sorry but I have to go to the library – Arithmancy homework" and leaves us here alone, and herself missing out on food.
"So, mate where were you during Divination?" Ron asks, now that we are alone – Hermione would have killed me if she knew!
"Erm, I felt a bit ill so I decided to go up to the Owlery to get some air and to have a bit of peace and quiet – you know what I mean: have you seen the day we've got today?" I respond, hoping that he doesn't realise my one big flaw in the story – the Owlery isn't clean and wouldn't give me the fresh air I needed.
"Ok, mate, I just told Trelawney that you felt like you were going to die – that made her feel so happy, and meant we could do what we wanted for 2 hours, as she had to focus her 'inner eye'! just wait till she sees you next lesson – what a let down, Harry Potter is still alive!"
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha," I say, and begin tucking in again, realising that so far, we'd had no homework, even Snape hadn't given us any! What a day so far eh? Getting blackmailed, missing out on a decent Divination lesson, not being shouted at by Snape, completing a potion and no homework! But I bet this will change this afternoon, as we've got Binns, who likes essays to be a foot long and that ghastly Umbridge; this has already put a dampner on my day!
"Harry, you've got to control your temper, and also don't have a go at Umbridge, she's too close to fudge!" Hermione told me, looking like she wanted to burst into tears because of how stupid I'd been. And I felt like joining her: detention for a week, plus now everyone thinks I'm more deranged than before and she knows what to expect from me: my story of course.
"I know Hermione, I know, I lost my temper and the minute I had, I knew I did wrong: I think I'm going to write to Sirius," I reply, wearily.
Of course I don't write to Sirius, I write to Dora, but they needn't know that. I go to the dormitory and pull out a piece of parchment, with my quill and ink and sit here thoughtfully, wondering how to reply to her letter, and tell her all the events that have happened in the last few hours, and whether or not to emit the whole blackmailing thing. I think I'll keep that out because it's my problem, and how will she feel about that photo of me and mystery girl: I didn't exactly throw her off, did i?
Love letter number 3
Dear Dora,
Oh how I have missed you!
Umbridge is absolutely appalling: I argued back to her saying that Cedric's death was an accident and that Voldemort wasn't back so she gave me a week's detentions and I presume she'll tell Fudge!
I don't know what to do about her: I think I may kill her if I'm left with her so I have no idea how to proceed with dealing with her – help me sweetheart!
Thank you for your advice, and I've told Hermione I can't help her and she has accepted that but I will still try and bring them together.
So where abouts are you? I miss you every single minute that we're apart – I know it sounds too soon, but everything's fast flowing for us, isn't it?
Sirius still hasn't answered my letter, could you please talk to him for me? Thank you.
I will do and I promise – I hate her so much already!
Love you all the world
Harry
Xx
I kiss the letter to signify my love, and to show how I miss her, and bestow the letter upon Hedwig, who, miraculously, knew I wanted her – what a clever bird I have! But before I give it to Hedwig, I say "Ermasiado Mrs Weasley" which means that the letter looks like its to Mrs Weasley, and only Dora and I know differently!
"Harry, are you ok, I mean you were completely telling the truth and she didn't believe you: do you feel ok?" I hear Ron asking me; he must have crept in but anyway even if he saw anything, I said I was posting a letter to Sirius.
"Yeah I'm fine, I'll live and the Ministry have been like this since June Ron, so I pretty much know how it is," I say relatively wasphisly – its been a long day.
"fine Harry, don't take it out on me!" Ron almost yells and storms out of the dorm – oh well, I need rest and he wasn't going to give it to me, was he?
I get ready for bed and clamber in and almost instantly fall asleep as my head touches the pillow.
Ron and Hermione have miraculously disappeared, and now, I'm sat at breakfast on my own, watching as everyone in the school, it feels like, peek and then hide, peek and hide, at me – its like a zoo! Somehow, I know that now is the time that I can expect my blackmailers, and sure enough, within a few seconds of this thought, they turn up.
"Morning Harry, have a good breakfast as your first dare is tonight," the girl whispers in my ear, "And just incase you need a little incentive, we've got the pictures on our person."
"NO!" I whisper shout, yet nobody seems to hear – its as if they've performed magic to make sure nobody can!
"No, I'm not going to do that or anything you've planned for me: I have a propostion," I say, with clammy hands that they won't like it.
"A proposition!" the boy laughs, "the victim proposing something, but go on!"
"we don't do these silly dares or whatever, instead we duel," I begin, "we duel – you 2 versus me and whoever wins can do whatever they want with the photos, deal? Oh and if I win, I know your identities."
"So you think that you can beat both of us, when you don't know who we are? We could be seventh years! But, yes ok, that's a deal – say 11pm on Saturday night, after your detentions with the charming Madam Umbridge," the boy says, with an obvious smirk in his voice.
I sound a lot stronger than I feel when I say "You bet I'll be there – just on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and I WILL win!"
"Confidence!" the girl says and they saunter off – I can only now turn my head, I didn't notice before that I couldn't move – again more trickery.
So I have 4 days to make sure I know enough defensive and offensive magic to save me from humiliation, and with no DADA teacher – great!
Hope this was ok for you all!
Once I have finished this, and the Sirius storyline, I would appreciate any ideas of your to help continue this story – I want it to try and go up to when he finishes Voldemort, if you think that's ok!
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Vicky xx