~*Not Nice*~
Chapter Eight: Taking You Over
A/N: I'm baaaack!
My mouth dropped open. It was Harold.
(a/n: Oh what a surprise. Harold seems to pop up everywhere, doesn't he?)
I could sense that Hermione was looking quite dismayed.
Hagrid looked up. "Harry! Havin' a good term so far? What 'bout you, Ron? Hermione?"
Ron shrugged while Hermione just slowly nodded.
"H-hi, Hagrid," I stammered.
"Hi Harry," Harold said, grinning.
What a fake.
"I've bin wonderin' when you'd get here! I thought you'd forgotten where I'd live!" Hagrid exclaimed.
Harold cleared his throat loudly.
Hagrid glanced at him. "Er--oh yeah. I almost forgot. Harry, Ron, Hermione, this is Harold. Harold, this is well ...you'd probably already know, so ..." he trailed off.
Hermione finally looked up and faced Harold. "Hi Harold. What brings you here?"
Harold shrugged. "I was walking near this er---hut, and I happened to meet Hagrid."
"So, Harry, yer havin' any problems lately? Anythin' I could help yer with?" Hagrid asked, studying me.
I was beginning to think Hagrid wasn't acting his usual self lately. I didn't know why ...I just did.
"You know Hagrid, it's a pretty interesting place you've got here," Harold butted in, smiling his cheesy grin.
Oh yeah, smother up to Hagrid and put him under your spell, I thought bitterly.
Hagrid shrugged. "Yeah ...well uh, thanks, I guess."
It was getting pretty boring. It was never boring at Hagrid's place.
Maybe just only when Harold's around ...
~*Noone's P.O.V*~
"Well Hagrid, we should be going, so I guess I'll see you sometime soon tomorrow. Bye," Harry said.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked out of Hagrid's hut. Unfortunately, Harold followed.
"Isn't Hagrid great?" Harold gushed.
The three of them just merely nodded.
It was a relief to Harry once they reached inside the castle.
They walked up to Gryffindor Tower in silence. But as soon as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady ("Jelly slugs"), Harry's mind was set on racing up to the dormitory as quickly as possible.
The Gryffindor Common Room was partially crowded. But Ron and Harry, as if reading each other's minds, went up to their dormitory immediately.
Hermione was behind them, headed for the girls' dormitory.
Boy, was she lucky, Harry thought. Harold couldn't burst into HER dormitory.
But Ron and Harry stayed up all night until three other fifth-year Gryffindors that were Harry and Ron's friends and roommates came up. Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan.
Dean plopped over on his four-poster. "That Poster is really bugging me. He sounds pretty much like a hotshot-wannabe if you ask me."
"What's a 'hotshot'?" Ron asked curiously.
Dean Thomas was Muggle(non-magic folk)-born and yes, Dean would know that word.
"Like er ...center-of-attention-wannabe kind of person," Harry described.
"Ooohh," Ron said, glancing sideways at Harry.
Harry pouted. "I'm not a hotshot," he muttered.
Harry guessed Ron heard him because he said quickly, "I mean, I know YOU'RE not. It's just ...you just don't mean to be one. It just happens."
"No, no, no, no, NO!" Harry cried. "You don't get it! Even though I might be famous, doesn't mean I rub it into anyone's face ...unless it's Harold's," he added quietly. "Seriously, being famous, having people gawking at your scar, and being center of attention isn't really much paradise!"
Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ron were quiet after that.
Harry felt pretty awkward. "Well um, it's okay if you don't know what I mean," he said, to break the silence.
But then they hung out a while afterwards and soon fell asleep.
~*The Next Morning*~
~*Harry's P.O.V*~
"Harry! Wake up!"
I opened my eyes groggily. It was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. The team refers to him as "Captain" so that's what we call him now.
(a/n: I don't know who's the Gryffie Quidditch Captain now, so I'm just labeling him or her "Captain").
"Aite, I'm awake," I said sleepily. "I'll meet cha on the field soon," "Captain" said.
I quickly pulled on my Quidditch robes, scribbled a note explaining to Ron where I've gone, and then headed for the Quidditch field with my Firebolt over my shoulder.
The rest of the Gryffie Quidditch team was there, so we got started right away. I threw a leg over my Firebolt broomstick and kicked up into the air. I was flying around the field peacefully with my eyes closed ...I dove downward until I was a foot from the ground. How I managed to dive with my eyes closed is something I'm going to have to figure out later.
I opened my eyes and----HAROLD WAS SITTING IN THE STANDS!
I was totally distracted. "AHHH!" I yelled. I flew off course, and fell sideways onto the somewhat damp field.
"Arrggh," I groaned as I spluttered out a mouthful of mud.
"YOU OKAY, HARRY?" Harold called.
Like you care.
I raised a hand into the air slightly, to let him know I was okay, and shot up into the air again.
Rumbles of "You okay, Harry?" from my teammates echoed through the field.
"I'm OKAY!"
After practice was over, I had to walk with Harold to the Great Hall for breakfast.
I tried to look for Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. I managed to find Hermione and I made my way toward her.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harold swept past me and filled in the vacant seat next to Hermione. I rolled my eyes. I found a seat across from her and slumped down.
"Morning, Hermione," I grumbled.
Hermione smiled reluctantly. "Morning, Harry. How was practice?"
When I was about to open my mouth, Harold laughed. "Oh hey, 'Mione, did I tell you what happened at Quidditch practice today?"
Hermione furrowed her eyebrow. "You're on the team?"
Harold shrugged. "I might as well be, because I'm not too bad. I don't really fall off broomsticks quite that often."
Harold smirked, glancing at me.
Hermione noticed, though. "What are you talking about, Harold? Harry doesn't fall off his broomstick, either. Don't forget, he's the Seeker. That's the hardest job."
I blushed, remembering the one time I fell off my broomstick because a group of dementors (a/n: if you don't know what a dementor is, read the third book!) caused me to pass out.
(a/n: Harry DID pass out, right? ...Or did he faint?)
"Hey Potter! Is it true you're in "loooove" with that 'Chang' Ravenclaw?" a shrilled voice suddenly rang out.
I spun around. The speaker was a Slytherin named Pansy Parkinson, along with a grumpy-looking Malfoy beside her.
~*Noone's P.O.V*~
"Is it?" Pansy asked again, her eyes glittering.
Harry bit his lip. "How'd you find out?" he asked, with a forced, bored look on his face.
Pansy's eyes sparkled gleefully. "Oh-mi-god! So it's true! I can't believe all that Harold said was true!"
Harry widened his eyes. "Harold?"
Harold, from behind Harry, laughed nervously. "Haha ...REAL funny, Pansy. I didn't say it! You probably found out from Chang or something!"
Pansy shrugged. "Whatever, Poster. All I know is that YOU told me and that's just it."
Pansy walked away back to the Slytherin table, dragging Malfoy with her.
A/N: Heh. NOW we're getting somewhere. ~SyncN2DS~
Chapter Eight: Taking You Over
A/N: I'm baaaack!
My mouth dropped open. It was Harold.
(a/n: Oh what a surprise. Harold seems to pop up everywhere, doesn't he?)
I could sense that Hermione was looking quite dismayed.
Hagrid looked up. "Harry! Havin' a good term so far? What 'bout you, Ron? Hermione?"
Ron shrugged while Hermione just slowly nodded.
"H-hi, Hagrid," I stammered.
"Hi Harry," Harold said, grinning.
What a fake.
"I've bin wonderin' when you'd get here! I thought you'd forgotten where I'd live!" Hagrid exclaimed.
Harold cleared his throat loudly.
Hagrid glanced at him. "Er--oh yeah. I almost forgot. Harry, Ron, Hermione, this is Harold. Harold, this is well ...you'd probably already know, so ..." he trailed off.
Hermione finally looked up and faced Harold. "Hi Harold. What brings you here?"
Harold shrugged. "I was walking near this er---hut, and I happened to meet Hagrid."
"So, Harry, yer havin' any problems lately? Anythin' I could help yer with?" Hagrid asked, studying me.
I was beginning to think Hagrid wasn't acting his usual self lately. I didn't know why ...I just did.
"You know Hagrid, it's a pretty interesting place you've got here," Harold butted in, smiling his cheesy grin.
Oh yeah, smother up to Hagrid and put him under your spell, I thought bitterly.
Hagrid shrugged. "Yeah ...well uh, thanks, I guess."
It was getting pretty boring. It was never boring at Hagrid's place.
Maybe just only when Harold's around ...
~*Noone's P.O.V*~
"Well Hagrid, we should be going, so I guess I'll see you sometime soon tomorrow. Bye," Harry said.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked out of Hagrid's hut. Unfortunately, Harold followed.
"Isn't Hagrid great?" Harold gushed.
The three of them just merely nodded.
It was a relief to Harry once they reached inside the castle.
They walked up to Gryffindor Tower in silence. But as soon as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady ("Jelly slugs"), Harry's mind was set on racing up to the dormitory as quickly as possible.
The Gryffindor Common Room was partially crowded. But Ron and Harry, as if reading each other's minds, went up to their dormitory immediately.
Hermione was behind them, headed for the girls' dormitory.
Boy, was she lucky, Harry thought. Harold couldn't burst into HER dormitory.
But Ron and Harry stayed up all night until three other fifth-year Gryffindors that were Harry and Ron's friends and roommates came up. Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan.
Dean plopped over on his four-poster. "That Poster is really bugging me. He sounds pretty much like a hotshot-wannabe if you ask me."
"What's a 'hotshot'?" Ron asked curiously.
Dean Thomas was Muggle(non-magic folk)-born and yes, Dean would know that word.
"Like er ...center-of-attention-wannabe kind of person," Harry described.
"Ooohh," Ron said, glancing sideways at Harry.
Harry pouted. "I'm not a hotshot," he muttered.
Harry guessed Ron heard him because he said quickly, "I mean, I know YOU'RE not. It's just ...you just don't mean to be one. It just happens."
"No, no, no, no, NO!" Harry cried. "You don't get it! Even though I might be famous, doesn't mean I rub it into anyone's face ...unless it's Harold's," he added quietly. "Seriously, being famous, having people gawking at your scar, and being center of attention isn't really much paradise!"
Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ron were quiet after that.
Harry felt pretty awkward. "Well um, it's okay if you don't know what I mean," he said, to break the silence.
But then they hung out a while afterwards and soon fell asleep.
~*The Next Morning*~
~*Harry's P.O.V*~
"Harry! Wake up!"
I opened my eyes groggily. It was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. The team refers to him as "Captain" so that's what we call him now.
(a/n: I don't know who's the Gryffie Quidditch Captain now, so I'm just labeling him or her "Captain").
"Aite, I'm awake," I said sleepily. "I'll meet cha on the field soon," "Captain" said.
I quickly pulled on my Quidditch robes, scribbled a note explaining to Ron where I've gone, and then headed for the Quidditch field with my Firebolt over my shoulder.
The rest of the Gryffie Quidditch team was there, so we got started right away. I threw a leg over my Firebolt broomstick and kicked up into the air. I was flying around the field peacefully with my eyes closed ...I dove downward until I was a foot from the ground. How I managed to dive with my eyes closed is something I'm going to have to figure out later.
I opened my eyes and----HAROLD WAS SITTING IN THE STANDS!
I was totally distracted. "AHHH!" I yelled. I flew off course, and fell sideways onto the somewhat damp field.
"Arrggh," I groaned as I spluttered out a mouthful of mud.
"YOU OKAY, HARRY?" Harold called.
Like you care.
I raised a hand into the air slightly, to let him know I was okay, and shot up into the air again.
Rumbles of "You okay, Harry?" from my teammates echoed through the field.
"I'm OKAY!"
After practice was over, I had to walk with Harold to the Great Hall for breakfast.
I tried to look for Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. I managed to find Hermione and I made my way toward her.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harold swept past me and filled in the vacant seat next to Hermione. I rolled my eyes. I found a seat across from her and slumped down.
"Morning, Hermione," I grumbled.
Hermione smiled reluctantly. "Morning, Harry. How was practice?"
When I was about to open my mouth, Harold laughed. "Oh hey, 'Mione, did I tell you what happened at Quidditch practice today?"
Hermione furrowed her eyebrow. "You're on the team?"
Harold shrugged. "I might as well be, because I'm not too bad. I don't really fall off broomsticks quite that often."
Harold smirked, glancing at me.
Hermione noticed, though. "What are you talking about, Harold? Harry doesn't fall off his broomstick, either. Don't forget, he's the Seeker. That's the hardest job."
I blushed, remembering the one time I fell off my broomstick because a group of dementors (a/n: if you don't know what a dementor is, read the third book!) caused me to pass out.
(a/n: Harry DID pass out, right? ...Or did he faint?)
"Hey Potter! Is it true you're in "loooove" with that 'Chang' Ravenclaw?" a shrilled voice suddenly rang out.
I spun around. The speaker was a Slytherin named Pansy Parkinson, along with a grumpy-looking Malfoy beside her.
~*Noone's P.O.V*~
"Is it?" Pansy asked again, her eyes glittering.
Harry bit his lip. "How'd you find out?" he asked, with a forced, bored look on his face.
Pansy's eyes sparkled gleefully. "Oh-mi-god! So it's true! I can't believe all that Harold said was true!"
Harry widened his eyes. "Harold?"
Harold, from behind Harry, laughed nervously. "Haha ...REAL funny, Pansy. I didn't say it! You probably found out from Chang or something!"
Pansy shrugged. "Whatever, Poster. All I know is that YOU told me and that's just it."
Pansy walked away back to the Slytherin table, dragging Malfoy with her.
A/N: Heh. NOW we're getting somewhere. ~SyncN2DS~