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Chapter Four – Angel Angel
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The day of the first task came. And went. Harry had had to face the most intense situation in his life!
A dragon. A fully-grown, fire-breathing dragon! Of course, he had known about them before the task ever began, thanks to Hagrid. Viktor Krum from Durmstrang had found out, as well as Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons. Harry had to do a very good deed, for only Cedric had not known about the dragons. He had told him, so they would all have a fair chance.
Now a new challenge faced him. He had to find a dance partner for the Yule Ball, and he wasn't looking foreward to asking a girl to a dance. However, he had an idea for two girls he wanted to ask...
Cho Chang...and Tara McKnight. Tara was the more appealing choice, since she had been there for him more than Cho ever had. He decided to ask her right away, since she was the most beautiful girl in Gryffindor, and would surely be taken very soon.
Harry entered the common room the day after the dance was announced. He found Tara surrounded by boys, all of them asking to go to the dance with them. She suddenly let out a fierce shriek of anger, startling them and sending them backward a few paces.
"Would you all just GO AWAY?!" she snarled. "I'm no ordinary girl, yet I'm not the most elegant. GO AWAY! I don't want to go with ANY of you!" When they didn't move, she drew out her wand, and they scattered. She laughed out loud at their cowardice.
"Erm...Tara..." Harry asked tentatively.
Tara turned to face him, a smile curving her lips. "Yes?"
"Er..." he began, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could quite get his tounge around them, "Wanagoballwime?"
Tara giggled. "You're asking me to the ball, I know." She said, smiling. "But...I have to say no. I know who does though!" she added excitedly. "Wait here and I'll get her. She's a girl you know, so don't worry about meeting a girl you never met..." and she dashed up the stairs of the girls' dormitory.
Harry waited anxiously for a few minutes, before Tara came back downstairs, grinning. "I present to you..." she paused dramatically. "Ginny Weasley..." she said in a dramatic whisper, the door of the dormitory opened, and...Harry's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped an inch in amazement.
There indeed was Ginny. Her hair had been put up into an elegant French braid, silver strings woven into it glimmering magically in the light of the many candles around the room. She wore a stunning white dress, the sleeves flared out at the ends, the neckline modestly cut, a small pair of wings outlined in silver etched on the back. A cross made of aquamarines dangled from a silver chain around her neck.
"H-hi Harry..." she stammered shyly. "I-is there something you wanted to ask me?" She blushed an adorable shade of pink, and, to Harry's relief, wasn't giggling.
Maybe that gave him a bit of courage because he felt his heart lighten. "Ginny..." he started, then drew a deep breath. "Will you...Will you go to the ball with me?"
Ginny looked absolutely delighted. "Yes! Of course!" she beamed at him, ran to him, and hugged him tightly. Harry couldn't help but chuckle, and hug her back. For some reason, he didn't feel embarrassed about asking girls to the dance anymore...He wondered if the angel had anything to do with that.
A thought suddenly hit him. Maybe...He had to know. "Tara..." he began, but she seemed to know what he was going to say.
"I know what you're thinking." She said. "How could I have known about Ginny? Well...just by the way she looked at you, I knew. And how did I know you were in pain? Well, that's another story...It's about time you knew who I really am." She smiled, and closed her eyes...
Chapter Four – Angel Angel
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The day of the first task came. And went. Harry had had to face the most intense situation in his life!
A dragon. A fully-grown, fire-breathing dragon! Of course, he had known about them before the task ever began, thanks to Hagrid. Viktor Krum from Durmstrang had found out, as well as Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons. Harry had to do a very good deed, for only Cedric had not known about the dragons. He had told him, so they would all have a fair chance.
Now a new challenge faced him. He had to find a dance partner for the Yule Ball, and he wasn't looking foreward to asking a girl to a dance. However, he had an idea for two girls he wanted to ask...
Cho Chang...and Tara McKnight. Tara was the more appealing choice, since she had been there for him more than Cho ever had. He decided to ask her right away, since she was the most beautiful girl in Gryffindor, and would surely be taken very soon.
Harry entered the common room the day after the dance was announced. He found Tara surrounded by boys, all of them asking to go to the dance with them. She suddenly let out a fierce shriek of anger, startling them and sending them backward a few paces.
"Would you all just GO AWAY?!" she snarled. "I'm no ordinary girl, yet I'm not the most elegant. GO AWAY! I don't want to go with ANY of you!" When they didn't move, she drew out her wand, and they scattered. She laughed out loud at their cowardice.
"Erm...Tara..." Harry asked tentatively.
Tara turned to face him, a smile curving her lips. "Yes?"
"Er..." he began, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could quite get his tounge around them, "Wanagoballwime?"
Tara giggled. "You're asking me to the ball, I know." She said, smiling. "But...I have to say no. I know who does though!" she added excitedly. "Wait here and I'll get her. She's a girl you know, so don't worry about meeting a girl you never met..." and she dashed up the stairs of the girls' dormitory.
Harry waited anxiously for a few minutes, before Tara came back downstairs, grinning. "I present to you..." she paused dramatically. "Ginny Weasley..." she said in a dramatic whisper, the door of the dormitory opened, and...Harry's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped an inch in amazement.
There indeed was Ginny. Her hair had been put up into an elegant French braid, silver strings woven into it glimmering magically in the light of the many candles around the room. She wore a stunning white dress, the sleeves flared out at the ends, the neckline modestly cut, a small pair of wings outlined in silver etched on the back. A cross made of aquamarines dangled from a silver chain around her neck.
"H-hi Harry..." she stammered shyly. "I-is there something you wanted to ask me?" She blushed an adorable shade of pink, and, to Harry's relief, wasn't giggling.
Maybe that gave him a bit of courage because he felt his heart lighten. "Ginny..." he started, then drew a deep breath. "Will you...Will you go to the ball with me?"
Ginny looked absolutely delighted. "Yes! Of course!" she beamed at him, ran to him, and hugged him tightly. Harry couldn't help but chuckle, and hug her back. For some reason, he didn't feel embarrassed about asking girls to the dance anymore...He wondered if the angel had anything to do with that.
A thought suddenly hit him. Maybe...He had to know. "Tara..." he began, but she seemed to know what he was going to say.
"I know what you're thinking." She said. "How could I have known about Ginny? Well...just by the way she looked at you, I knew. And how did I know you were in pain? Well, that's another story...It's about time you knew who I really am." She smiled, and closed her eyes...