A/N: Yay! 200 reviews on this fic and 800 in total! Yay! Thank you, m'dears!
So many protests! Ack! And now I've reached a gap in my plan. So bear with me, darlings, much work to be done. I'll try really hard to post at least every other day, but no promises.
So many tears! We'll see how our boys and co. deal with the news.
Thank you Wyv and Bel, and Jaz (Ginny? H'm...), do you really care?!, Gabrielle, Luminaryfae, grrrr.... i'm made at the author of this story!! (not really but hey!), Cimorine, tweety, Sophia, Fleur, Allie, Kate (aka Yama Luvr), Pepsi, Becks, LunarBard, Mrrrisa, Riu-chan, Dreamer, Amanda, Prongs, karina305, Lindsay Beth, Tom Riddilpley, Lelio, lil_gemini, Pheonixx, CrystalStarGuardian, Glace de Slytherin (fist fight? All things are possible), Sharon M., alex, Tinuviel 182, Cat Samwise (glad you like my poem), Bella (my kind beta who doesn't get mad that I keep forgetting to send her things to beta), and Rehanna!
We'll pick up after Harry left the compartment.
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Harry found the compartment where he had left the others and took his seat silently. "Oy! Something wrong?" Vincent asked him. He faked a smile.
"I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep," he said. He wasn't ready to tell them about his break up with Draco. It had taken awhile for the words to sink in. He just didn't understand. And then Draco, instead of explaining, had insulted him. Bored. Oh, god. Harry felt tears at the corners of his eyes. Fine. That was just fine. He didn't need Draco. He had gotten along without him before and he could do it now. There were plenty of other gorgeous, blond boys with silver eyes...Right. Hogwarts was just peppered with them. Harry smiled weakly, tears beginning to blur his vision.
He heard faint conversation all around him. Laughter. He had to get out of here. He didn't want to talk and pretend everything was okay. Everything wasn't okay. *Relax. it isn't the end of the world.* It might as well have been. The end couldn't be very far behind. Another year, another opportunity for Voldemort to kill him. But he couldn't leave, they'd know something was wrong, and if he told them, they'd kill Draco. He didn't want that. He smiled and forced himself to join the conversation.
During the Great Feast, Harry shoveled food down his throat and listened absently to Seamus and Dean chat about their summers. Funny how all the food tasted like sand. He excused himself as soon as possible and went to bed, wanting very much for this horrible day to be over.
*
Harry found himself in the middle of a great fuss. Little wizards were scurrying about rummaging through suitcases and dumping things everywhere. "Gel, gel. Where'd I put my gel?" asked one.
"Who cares about your gel? Where'd I put my ant-acids? I can't foam properly without them!" replied the other.
" My, what a great tragedy that would be!" replied the first.
"Shut up, you!" snapped the second. A third wizard mumbled something. The other two stopped and gaped at him.
Now that they were still, Harry recognized them immediately. The one looking for gel was Plot. The other was Complication. Harry scowled. Last time he saw them, Snape found him and Draco in a rather um-compromising position, Ron had kissed him, Hermione had walked in on Ron and Neville, and Draco thought he was cheating on him. Needless to say, right now they were the last apparitions Harry wanted to see. He glowered at Complication.
"What?" Complication asked. "Don't look at me! It's not my fault! It's all him! Him!" He pointed to Plot.
"Don't you dare blame this on me! It's all your fault. You always follow me around!"
"You're the one who said and I quote 'You can't have Plot without Complication.' If you didn't insist on coming to this god-forsaken fic, neither of us would be here!"
"This wasn't my idea. It was that crazy girl with the pen!" Plot insisted. The third wizard, a tiny little thing in green with blond hair spiked in all directions, mumbled again.
"What did he say?" Harry asked.
"Ask him. He's his cousin," Plot said.
"Like I speak Mumblese," Complication huffed.
"Why do you always make things so difficult?"
"Hello! Anybody home beneath that hard layer of stuff you call hair?" Complication inquired, knocking on Plot's forehead. "What is my name again?"
"You're hopeless."
"And you're the shining beacon of light, you are," retorted Complication. This caused more mumbles from the teeny wizard.
"Cousin It, if you must be here, would you kindly speak in English?" Plot sighed. The little wizard made a very rude gesture. Harry stifled a laugh.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"Oh, that's Confusion," Complication said. Confusion made a short bow.
"I don't like the sound of that. What are you doing?"
"Unpacking," Plot asked.
"What?"
"Haven't you heard? We're moving in!" Plot said. Confusion mumbled.
"What did he say?"
"I think he said something about loony. Or maybe it was green cheese," Complication mused.
"What does green cheese have to do with anything?" Harry asked.
"I'm just as lost as you are. G'night, roomie!" Complication said cheerfully. Harry sighed. It was not going to be a good year. He could tell.
***
I'll write more as soon as I think of more, promise! Meantime, please review.
Luv ya!
J. Silver
So many protests! Ack! And now I've reached a gap in my plan. So bear with me, darlings, much work to be done. I'll try really hard to post at least every other day, but no promises.
So many tears! We'll see how our boys and co. deal with the news.
Thank you Wyv and Bel, and Jaz (Ginny? H'm...), do you really care?!, Gabrielle, Luminaryfae, grrrr.... i'm made at the author of this story!! (not really but hey!), Cimorine, tweety, Sophia, Fleur, Allie, Kate (aka Yama Luvr), Pepsi, Becks, LunarBard, Mrrrisa, Riu-chan, Dreamer, Amanda, Prongs, karina305, Lindsay Beth, Tom Riddilpley, Lelio, lil_gemini, Pheonixx, CrystalStarGuardian, Glace de Slytherin (fist fight? All things are possible), Sharon M., alex, Tinuviel 182, Cat Samwise (glad you like my poem), Bella (my kind beta who doesn't get mad that I keep forgetting to send her things to beta), and Rehanna!
We'll pick up after Harry left the compartment.
***
Harry found the compartment where he had left the others and took his seat silently. "Oy! Something wrong?" Vincent asked him. He faked a smile.
"I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep," he said. He wasn't ready to tell them about his break up with Draco. It had taken awhile for the words to sink in. He just didn't understand. And then Draco, instead of explaining, had insulted him. Bored. Oh, god. Harry felt tears at the corners of his eyes. Fine. That was just fine. He didn't need Draco. He had gotten along without him before and he could do it now. There were plenty of other gorgeous, blond boys with silver eyes...Right. Hogwarts was just peppered with them. Harry smiled weakly, tears beginning to blur his vision.
He heard faint conversation all around him. Laughter. He had to get out of here. He didn't want to talk and pretend everything was okay. Everything wasn't okay. *Relax. it isn't the end of the world.* It might as well have been. The end couldn't be very far behind. Another year, another opportunity for Voldemort to kill him. But he couldn't leave, they'd know something was wrong, and if he told them, they'd kill Draco. He didn't want that. He smiled and forced himself to join the conversation.
During the Great Feast, Harry shoveled food down his throat and listened absently to Seamus and Dean chat about their summers. Funny how all the food tasted like sand. He excused himself as soon as possible and went to bed, wanting very much for this horrible day to be over.
*
Harry found himself in the middle of a great fuss. Little wizards were scurrying about rummaging through suitcases and dumping things everywhere. "Gel, gel. Where'd I put my gel?" asked one.
"Who cares about your gel? Where'd I put my ant-acids? I can't foam properly without them!" replied the other.
" My, what a great tragedy that would be!" replied the first.
"Shut up, you!" snapped the second. A third wizard mumbled something. The other two stopped and gaped at him.
Now that they were still, Harry recognized them immediately. The one looking for gel was Plot. The other was Complication. Harry scowled. Last time he saw them, Snape found him and Draco in a rather um-compromising position, Ron had kissed him, Hermione had walked in on Ron and Neville, and Draco thought he was cheating on him. Needless to say, right now they were the last apparitions Harry wanted to see. He glowered at Complication.
"What?" Complication asked. "Don't look at me! It's not my fault! It's all him! Him!" He pointed to Plot.
"Don't you dare blame this on me! It's all your fault. You always follow me around!"
"You're the one who said and I quote 'You can't have Plot without Complication.' If you didn't insist on coming to this god-forsaken fic, neither of us would be here!"
"This wasn't my idea. It was that crazy girl with the pen!" Plot insisted. The third wizard, a tiny little thing in green with blond hair spiked in all directions, mumbled again.
"What did he say?" Harry asked.
"Ask him. He's his cousin," Plot said.
"Like I speak Mumblese," Complication huffed.
"Why do you always make things so difficult?"
"Hello! Anybody home beneath that hard layer of stuff you call hair?" Complication inquired, knocking on Plot's forehead. "What is my name again?"
"You're hopeless."
"And you're the shining beacon of light, you are," retorted Complication. This caused more mumbles from the teeny wizard.
"Cousin It, if you must be here, would you kindly speak in English?" Plot sighed. The little wizard made a very rude gesture. Harry stifled a laugh.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"Oh, that's Confusion," Complication said. Confusion made a short bow.
"I don't like the sound of that. What are you doing?"
"Unpacking," Plot asked.
"What?"
"Haven't you heard? We're moving in!" Plot said. Confusion mumbled.
"What did he say?"
"I think he said something about loony. Or maybe it was green cheese," Complication mused.
"What does green cheese have to do with anything?" Harry asked.
"I'm just as lost as you are. G'night, roomie!" Complication said cheerfully. Harry sighed. It was not going to be a good year. He could tell.
***
I'll write more as soon as I think of more, promise! Meantime, please review.
Luv ya!
J. Silver