*~Wow, people are liking the story! Well, one person.anyways.you'll find
that Nadia is a little trickster, you should remember that I said she was
extremely intelligent.~*
After her dangerous encounter with Harry in his dormitory, Nadia had come up with an ingenious plan to rid him of the charm. The next day at breakfast, she put the plan into action.
"Hi Harry!" she said breathlessly to him. Her eyes were large and she blushed as soon as he looked at her. "Um, I'd just like to say I was sorry for going into your dormitory a couple of days ago. I was looking for something I thought I saw you take up there with you."
"Er-Okay," Harry replied uncertainly.
Nadia beamed at him then left. She felt it was going well. If she could just pretend to fancy him for a while, he might not be suspicious when she gave it to him. She just hoped that he would stay in school long enough for her to really pound it into his head that she was absolutely entranced by him.
She thought about this all the way up into the library. There she spent fifteen minutes looking through the shelves for the book she wanted. She finally found it, then sat down and started copying it down. She smiled to herself as she wrote the title: Timed Sleeping Draught.
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"Hi Harry, doing all right?"
"Yes, Nadia."
That small little girl was like a female Colin Creevey. She wouldn't leave him alone. But he didn't care much.as long as he had that song; he was the happiest person alive.
He took a seat at the back of the Charms classroom, and received a contemptuous glare from Hermione and Ron as they sat up towards the front. Harry had grown distant from them in the past month. They had been having so many rows about his time in his dormitory that he stopped speaking to them altogether. They didn't hear the song. They didn't know anything about it. Little did he know, Hermione and Ron had gone up to speak with Dumbledore about it.
"Yes.I see your point. I will talk to Harry for you," Dumbledore had said to them.
Halfway through class, Harry had received a summon from Dumbledore.
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Harry asked as he took a seat in the familiar office.
"Yes, Harry," Dumbledore replied. "I was wondering.is there anything you wish to tell me? Anything at all?"
Harry looked innocently back into the old man's eyes. "No, sir."
Dumbledore gave him a knowing look, and then said, "Very well, you may go."
Dumbledore watched Harry leave his office, knowing that something was wrong with him. He would let Harry find his own way out. He had done it so well for the past five years, there was no reason he couldn't do it now.
There was a knock at the door. Dumbledore opened it and looked down on the pointed, pale face of Draco Malfoy.
"Come in, Draco," he said pleasantly. "What do you want?"
"I'd like to make a complaint about Potter, Professor," Draco said, smirking. "You see, he hasn't been up to scratch lately. He hasn't been doing his homework, and he doesn't seem to care. I believe my father always told you that Potter wasn't any good. He believes that we've had enough of him."
"That, Draco," Dumbledore rumbled, wiping the smirk off of Malfoy's face, "is for me to decide."
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Nadia closed the door to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom behind her, and walked swiftly towards the last stall. She was carrying a small cauldron, and potion supplies from the student cupboard. She created blue, waterproof flames (just like Hermione did) in the toilet, and began to concoct her potion. She felt that Harry would already think she held him in awe. She only hoped that the potion would be ready by dinner. An hour later, she had created a perfect Timed Sleeping Draught. She then took a cupcake out of her pocket, unscrewed the top of it with her wand, and filled it with some of the mixture.
She still had half an hour before dinner. She left the bathroom, and went in search of Ginny. When she had found her in the library she revealed her plan to her.
"So, this charm, only orphans can hear it?" Ginny asked slowly.
"Yes, and it will destroy Gryffindor unless we get rid of it!" Nadia said urgently.
"So why aren't you enchanted, but Harry is?" Ginny whispered.
"I don't know, that's not the point."
"So why are you telling me all of this?" "I needed to ask if I could borrow your broomstick."
"Sure."
"Okay, thanks!"
Ginny and Nadia made their way back down to dinner. But little did they know, another person was listening to their conversation in the library.
*~Ha! Cliffhanger! And I still haven't told you Nadia's plan! You are frustrated, right? I hope so, that's what I was going for.~*
After her dangerous encounter with Harry in his dormitory, Nadia had come up with an ingenious plan to rid him of the charm. The next day at breakfast, she put the plan into action.
"Hi Harry!" she said breathlessly to him. Her eyes were large and she blushed as soon as he looked at her. "Um, I'd just like to say I was sorry for going into your dormitory a couple of days ago. I was looking for something I thought I saw you take up there with you."
"Er-Okay," Harry replied uncertainly.
Nadia beamed at him then left. She felt it was going well. If she could just pretend to fancy him for a while, he might not be suspicious when she gave it to him. She just hoped that he would stay in school long enough for her to really pound it into his head that she was absolutely entranced by him.
She thought about this all the way up into the library. There she spent fifteen minutes looking through the shelves for the book she wanted. She finally found it, then sat down and started copying it down. She smiled to herself as she wrote the title: Timed Sleeping Draught.
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"Hi Harry, doing all right?"
"Yes, Nadia."
That small little girl was like a female Colin Creevey. She wouldn't leave him alone. But he didn't care much.as long as he had that song; he was the happiest person alive.
He took a seat at the back of the Charms classroom, and received a contemptuous glare from Hermione and Ron as they sat up towards the front. Harry had grown distant from them in the past month. They had been having so many rows about his time in his dormitory that he stopped speaking to them altogether. They didn't hear the song. They didn't know anything about it. Little did he know, Hermione and Ron had gone up to speak with Dumbledore about it.
"Yes.I see your point. I will talk to Harry for you," Dumbledore had said to them.
Halfway through class, Harry had received a summon from Dumbledore.
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Harry asked as he took a seat in the familiar office.
"Yes, Harry," Dumbledore replied. "I was wondering.is there anything you wish to tell me? Anything at all?"
Harry looked innocently back into the old man's eyes. "No, sir."
Dumbledore gave him a knowing look, and then said, "Very well, you may go."
Dumbledore watched Harry leave his office, knowing that something was wrong with him. He would let Harry find his own way out. He had done it so well for the past five years, there was no reason he couldn't do it now.
There was a knock at the door. Dumbledore opened it and looked down on the pointed, pale face of Draco Malfoy.
"Come in, Draco," he said pleasantly. "What do you want?"
"I'd like to make a complaint about Potter, Professor," Draco said, smirking. "You see, he hasn't been up to scratch lately. He hasn't been doing his homework, and he doesn't seem to care. I believe my father always told you that Potter wasn't any good. He believes that we've had enough of him."
"That, Draco," Dumbledore rumbled, wiping the smirk off of Malfoy's face, "is for me to decide."
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Nadia closed the door to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom behind her, and walked swiftly towards the last stall. She was carrying a small cauldron, and potion supplies from the student cupboard. She created blue, waterproof flames (just like Hermione did) in the toilet, and began to concoct her potion. She felt that Harry would already think she held him in awe. She only hoped that the potion would be ready by dinner. An hour later, she had created a perfect Timed Sleeping Draught. She then took a cupcake out of her pocket, unscrewed the top of it with her wand, and filled it with some of the mixture.
She still had half an hour before dinner. She left the bathroom, and went in search of Ginny. When she had found her in the library she revealed her plan to her.
"So, this charm, only orphans can hear it?" Ginny asked slowly.
"Yes, and it will destroy Gryffindor unless we get rid of it!" Nadia said urgently.
"So why aren't you enchanted, but Harry is?" Ginny whispered.
"I don't know, that's not the point."
"So why are you telling me all of this?" "I needed to ask if I could borrow your broomstick."
"Sure."
"Okay, thanks!"
Ginny and Nadia made their way back down to dinner. But little did they know, another person was listening to their conversation in the library.
*~Ha! Cliffhanger! And I still haven't told you Nadia's plan! You are frustrated, right? I hope so, that's what I was going for.~*