Author's Note-
This I made out of boredom of the Hermione/Harry Ginny/Harry things, I thought
Lavender was cool, so you know. Reviews? I love 'em, Myfandwy@aol.com
(THANKS!)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Any characters except for thoughs you have no idea who in
hell they are; in other words (as in the poem on so, other FF.)
Roses Are Red
Violets are blue
Me no own
So you no SUE!
PART ONE (there will be 6 or more parts)
Lavender looked longingly at the children playing outside, leading the most unmistakable
happy life. Dreaming of being wizards, dreaming of doing the wickedest things, things that
weren't possible, things that would get He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed. Yet they
always came back to life.
But it didn't matter. The children knew that it was fake, that it couldn't ever be
real to them. But to her it was. Someone could tell her they invented a spell to make
someone vanish off the face of the earth and land in a new galaxy, and she would believe
them. Nothing new.
She gathered up her books and decided to go for a walk. Plop, went her books on
her desk, and she grabbed what she had closest to a muggle coat, stuffed her wand in the
pocket, and headed out the door, pulling her hair out of her face.
I'm fifteen, yet I feel a long gone age, as though a ghost, still remaining on Earth...
everyone can see me, they see me as a troubled teen... and yet... and yet...
Truth be told, over the summer, she had been involved with a boy named Derrick
Minchok.
A kiss upon the lips whisps into something unbearable and painful... Derrick, stay away
just today, and your rewards will be a token of my appreciation...
She remembered that. What she had written in her troublesome journal as a wicked
wizard.
Derrick was already at the park, waiting for her. His smile reached to his eyes, so green...
his lips an unearthly red, his hair such a mess... there was just one other boy she had ever
seen that had these facial features, but more handsome, and more kind.
Harry Potter.But she mustn't compare them, not while here, at home...
"Hello Lovender..." Derrick said, opening his arms, inviting her to greet him.
"Derrick." Was all Lavender said.
Derrick gently kissed her on the forehead. Lavender knew what he wanted. But she
restrained, waiting stupidly. And Derrick did it himself, slid his lips down to hers. But she
couldn't do it. All she would end up doing is dreaming she was with him...kissing him.
Too late. His lips had reached hers, and he was closing in upon her, making her trapped.
Think of him, not Derrick, think of Harry, not Derrick. She pushed, but Derrick clasped
tighter to her. And she just let him do what he wanted, not moving.
Finally he let go, and all that Lavender saw was Harry, not Derrick. And she fell
down, to the ground.
"LAVENDER!" Derrick said in alarm, reaching down to grab her.
"No, no." Was all she could say.
"Lavender, whats going on?"
But Lavender just lifted herself up, "Stay away. Your not Harry Potter."
Harry...Oh Parvati would be so angry!
Dear Harry,
I don't know how I was lead to fall for you. But it's always been the same, year after
year. Maybe I can stop this year. Maybe you know... love is an addiction.
I can't tell you anymore until I get a response.
Love,
Lavender M. Brown
"Pentier, send this to Harry Potter, please." was all Lavender said, and sunk into her bed.
She fell asleep almost instantly.
Patience,dear, patience. She or he will be here before you know it... they will be just a
beautiful as you, but it will be hard to beat.
Oh Harry, I love you. If- if I don't make it through this...
You will, shh, dear, you'll make it.
But if I don't, take care of the baby, please.
Of course...
CLANK
Pentier was back. It was five in the morning. Lavender was suddenly wide awake, and she
rushed to the window, zipping it open. She tore the letter away, as Pentier flew into the
kitchen.
Lavender tore the note open. This was it, the end or beginning of her whole life.
Dear Lavender,
I am sorry. I am too confused. I suppose if you actually had feelings for me, but I
have always thought of you as a friend.
Please, Lavender, I want you to do this one thing for me. Write down every word
you think of when you think of me. Good or bad, every word. I have been spending the
past hour writing words I think of when I think of my friends. But I will not send until you
write me back.
Friend?,
Harry
A fervish pain settled over Lavender as she grabbed a quill, ink bottle, and parchment and
scribbled:
Love Rain Passion Power Mission Depth Frenzy puppy love full grown mature brave
strong talented pain smart nice kind champion rocker athletic handsome best in the world
And then she sent it off with an angered Pentier. But she couldn't fall strait asleep.
Lavender Brown as first person
I was waiting. Waiting for an answer. And it came at 1:23. As you know, school starts on
September first. It was August 31.
Dear Lavender,
These are my words:
Wow pretty silly friend kind gentle patient dear nice jumpy fan willing popular graceful
Thats all I thought of in a one minute period. Meet me in my compartment with Parvati if
you want (Ron and Hermione will be there). My only problem is Ginny Weasley. In case
you didn't know, she has this big crush on me. But I'll see.
Harry
And so, Lavender whisped back into her comfortable bed.
A/N:
I'll add the next chapter soon I promise! the one month anniversary of my Ex breaking
up with me is coming up, so I don't feel greatly romantic.
Thanks
Myfandwy
ROSES ARE RED,
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
ME NO OWN
YOU NO SUE
This I made out of boredom of the Hermione/Harry Ginny/Harry things, I thought
Lavender was cool, so you know. Reviews? I love 'em, Myfandwy@aol.com
(THANKS!)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Any characters except for thoughs you have no idea who in
hell they are; in other words (as in the poem on so, other FF.)
Roses Are Red
Violets are blue
Me no own
So you no SUE!
PART ONE (there will be 6 or more parts)
Lavender looked longingly at the children playing outside, leading the most unmistakable
happy life. Dreaming of being wizards, dreaming of doing the wickedest things, things that
weren't possible, things that would get He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed. Yet they
always came back to life.
But it didn't matter. The children knew that it was fake, that it couldn't ever be
real to them. But to her it was. Someone could tell her they invented a spell to make
someone vanish off the face of the earth and land in a new galaxy, and she would believe
them. Nothing new.
She gathered up her books and decided to go for a walk. Plop, went her books on
her desk, and she grabbed what she had closest to a muggle coat, stuffed her wand in the
pocket, and headed out the door, pulling her hair out of her face.
I'm fifteen, yet I feel a long gone age, as though a ghost, still remaining on Earth...
everyone can see me, they see me as a troubled teen... and yet... and yet...
Truth be told, over the summer, she had been involved with a boy named Derrick
Minchok.
A kiss upon the lips whisps into something unbearable and painful... Derrick, stay away
just today, and your rewards will be a token of my appreciation...
She remembered that. What she had written in her troublesome journal as a wicked
wizard.
Derrick was already at the park, waiting for her. His smile reached to his eyes, so green...
his lips an unearthly red, his hair such a mess... there was just one other boy she had ever
seen that had these facial features, but more handsome, and more kind.
Harry Potter.But she mustn't compare them, not while here, at home...
"Hello Lovender..." Derrick said, opening his arms, inviting her to greet him.
"Derrick." Was all Lavender said.
Derrick gently kissed her on the forehead. Lavender knew what he wanted. But she
restrained, waiting stupidly. And Derrick did it himself, slid his lips down to hers. But she
couldn't do it. All she would end up doing is dreaming she was with him...kissing him.
Too late. His lips had reached hers, and he was closing in upon her, making her trapped.
Think of him, not Derrick, think of Harry, not Derrick. She pushed, but Derrick clasped
tighter to her. And she just let him do what he wanted, not moving.
Finally he let go, and all that Lavender saw was Harry, not Derrick. And she fell
down, to the ground.
"LAVENDER!" Derrick said in alarm, reaching down to grab her.
"No, no." Was all she could say.
"Lavender, whats going on?"
But Lavender just lifted herself up, "Stay away. Your not Harry Potter."
Harry...Oh Parvati would be so angry!
Dear Harry,
I don't know how I was lead to fall for you. But it's always been the same, year after
year. Maybe I can stop this year. Maybe you know... love is an addiction.
I can't tell you anymore until I get a response.
Love,
Lavender M. Brown
"Pentier, send this to Harry Potter, please." was all Lavender said, and sunk into her bed.
She fell asleep almost instantly.
Patience,dear, patience. She or he will be here before you know it... they will be just a
beautiful as you, but it will be hard to beat.
Oh Harry, I love you. If- if I don't make it through this...
You will, shh, dear, you'll make it.
But if I don't, take care of the baby, please.
Of course...
CLANK
Pentier was back. It was five in the morning. Lavender was suddenly wide awake, and she
rushed to the window, zipping it open. She tore the letter away, as Pentier flew into the
kitchen.
Lavender tore the note open. This was it, the end or beginning of her whole life.
Dear Lavender,
I am sorry. I am too confused. I suppose if you actually had feelings for me, but I
have always thought of you as a friend.
Please, Lavender, I want you to do this one thing for me. Write down every word
you think of when you think of me. Good or bad, every word. I have been spending the
past hour writing words I think of when I think of my friends. But I will not send until you
write me back.
Friend?,
Harry
A fervish pain settled over Lavender as she grabbed a quill, ink bottle, and parchment and
scribbled:
Love Rain Passion Power Mission Depth Frenzy puppy love full grown mature brave
strong talented pain smart nice kind champion rocker athletic handsome best in the world
And then she sent it off with an angered Pentier. But she couldn't fall strait asleep.
Lavender Brown as first person
I was waiting. Waiting for an answer. And it came at 1:23. As you know, school starts on
September first. It was August 31.
Dear Lavender,
These are my words:
Wow pretty silly friend kind gentle patient dear nice jumpy fan willing popular graceful
Thats all I thought of in a one minute period. Meet me in my compartment with Parvati if
you want (Ron and Hermione will be there). My only problem is Ginny Weasley. In case
you didn't know, she has this big crush on me. But I'll see.
Harry
And so, Lavender whisped back into her comfortable bed.
A/N:
I'll add the next chapter soon I promise! the one month anniversary of my Ex breaking
up with me is coming up, so I don't feel greatly romantic.
Thanks
Myfandwy
ROSES ARE RED,
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
ME NO OWN
YOU NO SUE