Harry Potter and the Locket of Trinity: Chapter Eight
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A/N: Whoopee, I guess that deleted-Avril-Lavigne thingy from my summary did the trick, hoo-dee-hoo! Having plus one review is fun, muchas gracias to:
DarkMoonDragon: Yay-rah for you! Thanks a lot for my first NON-AVRIL HATER review! And also thanks for the email, made my insides go squishy. In a good way. ;)
Hey all, for future reference, this means thoughts.
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Harry was apparently the only one bothered by Ben'mah's predictions, besides Trinny, who tried to pass it off as a laugh. "Wow, intense, huh?" Harry remarked to his group as they walked back to the castle.
Pansy snorted, but withheld her cut down because of a murderous glare from Trinny. "Yeah, funny her obsession with love though, huh?" Trinny added. "Let's just hope that Hugh Grant's is the love that I'll get."
Harry couldn't help but feel insulted by her remark. He regarded the whole experience as incredibly somber, and if it hadn't been for the previous look of shock on Trinny's face he would have thought it hadn't gotten to her either.
When they finally got to the common room, Harry cornered Trinny and asked her about her reaction to the Centaur.
"Yeah, I know, that Ben'mah is certainly a bit off her rocker, huh?" she replied, dodging his inquiry.
Harry pressed her. "Trinny, I saw the look on your face when she called you 'Child of the Trinity.' Do you know what that was about?"
"It's my name." she defended, trailing off and not looking Harry in the face.
There was something about her behavior that made Harry think she was hiding something. "Do you know something you're not telling me?" he asked.
"No."
"Why are you doing this, is it so horrible you can't even confide in me?"
"You're blowing this way out of proportion here, Harry. Just let it go, please, just let it go."
"Okay, maybe I am just blowing this out of proportion, but I can't help but feel like you're hiding something. We never talk about you, Trinity, it's always me. I don't even know your middle name!"
"Amelia."
"That's not the point, Trinny, and you know it. Tell me the truth, and for once maybe I'll believe you. Look at me and tell me you have no idea what 'Child of the Trinity' means."
Trinny sighed and rose her head to meet his eyes. "I have no idea what 'Child of the Trinity' means." she stated.
This infuriated Harry, because he could see it in her face that she wasn't telling the truth, and he could also see that it was tearing her apart inside to do so. What was her problem, what could this be? His anger must have shown in his face, because Trinny turned around and began to walk away, shaking her head.
"No Trinny, wait!" Harry said, not wanting it to end like this. He reached out to grab her arm and barely got a hold of her robes. They slipped down a bit, exposing her T-shirt underneath it. The girl whipped around, and in the process that heavy black locket became dislodged from beneath her shirt.
Harry screamed with pain.
His scar felt like it was burning a hole straight through his skull, blinding him, making him stumble and fall. A loud screaming echoed in Harry's head, but it wasn't the familiar haunting sound of his parent's last moments. It sounded different, deeper. unreal. It was the sound of something dying.
As quick as it had begun though, it ceased. The pain and screaming ended abruptly and Harry was once again back in the common room, pressed against a corner with Trinny nowhere in sight.
What in the world had just happened?
(^*^)
Harry tried once again to consult the Marauder's Map, but obviously the thing didn't seem to believe in Trinity McGundron-Philips. He investigated every other dot, thinking maybe she had another name or something, but no dice. Harry knew the face of each name's owner, and none of them resembled the missing girl. Well, the whole predicament with the map was confusing enough, but it was the visions and pain in his scar that held most of Harry's attention.
So far that year, the little lightning-bolt scar had had two episodes of pain, and both times had occurred when that black locket of Trinny's had become exposed. What WAS that thing? The first time Harry had just passed it off as a simple piece of jewelry, but this was too odd to ignore. There was something about that necklace that got to him.
The primary suspicion in Harry's mind was that Dark Magic was involved. After all, that was the only thing that had affected his scar before. But could a fifteen year old girl be capable of the Dark Arts?
You hardly know anything about the girl. A voice in Harry's head prompted.
I know, he conceded. But Trinny would never.
Put your feelings aside, Harry. You like her, want to smooch her, etc, etc, but we're not discussing her dowry. She's hiding something, and you know it.
She's probably just retaining water. That clears up in what, a month?
UGH, gross out! And I doubt that kind of thing would affect your scar, it's a different kind of evil altogether. Face the beans, boy, you've got to play it safe around her.
I play it safe around everyone! I thought, for once, that I could just be normal around someone. Act like crap when I feel like crap, drop all pretensions. I thought I found that person in Jacie. but she's a muggle.
Yah, imagine her confusion if you'd tell her about Voldemort and switching spells. She'd go nuckin futz.
I need someone to talk to about what happened at the Tournament. do you know I still haven't told that story to anyone but Dumbledore?
Of course I know, I AM you.
.. I knew that.
But those insecurities could just be feeding Trinny's plan. You just can't trust people, especially these days, so get a diary for that sort of thing and be done with it.
I most certainly will NOT!
Ooh, sorry, a JOURNAL then.
That's not what I mean! I'll tell what I want to who I want, and you can't tell me what to do!
... who else would, then?
I WILL!
That's me too.
You know what I mean. Now just can it, I'm tired of your lip. Furiously, Harry clamped his hands over his ears.
.. I'm INSIDE your head, imbecile.
AAARGH!!
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In the end, Harry won the argument. He agreed with his self that something was definitely up with Trinny, whether good or bad he couldn't tell. But until he figured that out, it was best to assume the worst and brace himself for Voldemort to leap out of her chest at any moment.
Harry staked out the common room for three hours straight, busying himself by watching Ron's forgotten chess pieces, but still Trinny didn't show. Finally, after watching the Knight try and seduce the Queen by pulling her onto his rearing stallion, Harry admitted defeat and headed up to the dormitory.
The next morning he roused himself early and resumed his post by the fireplace, finding the Knight's horse abandoned with it's rider and the Queen nowhere in sight. Harry figured they were somewhere inside the Castle enjoying a nice post-copulation cigarette. He didn't envy the poor guy though, who would have to suffer the King's wrath when he woke up to find his royal aficionada missing.
Traipsing down to the great hall, Harry saw Trinny waiting on the stairs for him. He spotted dark circles under her eyes and she was wringing her hands nervously. He didn't suspect she had slept a wink.
"Hey Harry!" she called excitedly upon spying him, motioning him closer.
"About last night," she began.
Harry held up his hand to stop her. "It's alright. I'm really confused, but if you don't want to talk about it I'd completely understand."
"I never meant to hurt you." Trinny assured him.
"I know. And I never meant to drive you away." Harry agreed. He desperately wanted to ask, no, demand her to tell him what was going on, but it wouldn't get him anywhere. She was a headstrong girl, and pressing her would only make her dig her heels in harder. He'd learned that the hard way from past experiences.
"Look, I don't know what's happening. It scares me to death, but I can't tell you what's going on. I can't, I can't." the girl accented the last few words, and Harry thought she was trying to convey a completely different message to him. Something held her back, something wouldn't let her tell him the truth.
"Okay." Harry relented after a moment.
"Don't worry about it, I'm promise its nothing," Trinny reassured. "Not meant for you, anyway, that's for sure." she added aside to herself, and Harry barely caught those last words.
Well, his thirst for the truth wasn't quenched fully, but it would have to do for now. In a way, Trinny hadn't told him that she didn't KNOW what was going on, she just couldn't tell him. He felt like lying down on the floor, flailing his limbs about wildly, kicking and screaming for her to tell him the truth. Or maybe he'd pull the I'm-holding-my-breath-until-I- get-what-I-want thing. He'd seen Dudley do it numerous times, and it had always worked then. But then again, Aunt Petunia was a lot different from Trinny.
Thank God.
So, whatever was bothering both Trinity and Harry's scar was to remain a secret. well, for now anyways.
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A/N: Hehe, kinda got a little loopy that chapter and really whipped out the humor. I've got a severe case of loneliness here, ya gotta cut me a break!! Well, like a prom dress, I'm off! See y'all later, and thanks for the reviews I KNOW are coming! (maybe.??)
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com
"TITLE"
A/N: Whoopee, I guess that deleted-Avril-Lavigne thingy from my summary did the trick, hoo-dee-hoo! Having plus one review is fun, muchas gracias to:
DarkMoonDragon: Yay-rah for you! Thanks a lot for my first NON-AVRIL HATER review! And also thanks for the email, made my insides go squishy. In a good way. ;)
Hey all, for future reference, this means thoughts.
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Harry was apparently the only one bothered by Ben'mah's predictions, besides Trinny, who tried to pass it off as a laugh. "Wow, intense, huh?" Harry remarked to his group as they walked back to the castle.
Pansy snorted, but withheld her cut down because of a murderous glare from Trinny. "Yeah, funny her obsession with love though, huh?" Trinny added. "Let's just hope that Hugh Grant's is the love that I'll get."
Harry couldn't help but feel insulted by her remark. He regarded the whole experience as incredibly somber, and if it hadn't been for the previous look of shock on Trinny's face he would have thought it hadn't gotten to her either.
When they finally got to the common room, Harry cornered Trinny and asked her about her reaction to the Centaur.
"Yeah, I know, that Ben'mah is certainly a bit off her rocker, huh?" she replied, dodging his inquiry.
Harry pressed her. "Trinny, I saw the look on your face when she called you 'Child of the Trinity.' Do you know what that was about?"
"It's my name." she defended, trailing off and not looking Harry in the face.
There was something about her behavior that made Harry think she was hiding something. "Do you know something you're not telling me?" he asked.
"No."
"Why are you doing this, is it so horrible you can't even confide in me?"
"You're blowing this way out of proportion here, Harry. Just let it go, please, just let it go."
"Okay, maybe I am just blowing this out of proportion, but I can't help but feel like you're hiding something. We never talk about you, Trinity, it's always me. I don't even know your middle name!"
"Amelia."
"That's not the point, Trinny, and you know it. Tell me the truth, and for once maybe I'll believe you. Look at me and tell me you have no idea what 'Child of the Trinity' means."
Trinny sighed and rose her head to meet his eyes. "I have no idea what 'Child of the Trinity' means." she stated.
This infuriated Harry, because he could see it in her face that she wasn't telling the truth, and he could also see that it was tearing her apart inside to do so. What was her problem, what could this be? His anger must have shown in his face, because Trinny turned around and began to walk away, shaking her head.
"No Trinny, wait!" Harry said, not wanting it to end like this. He reached out to grab her arm and barely got a hold of her robes. They slipped down a bit, exposing her T-shirt underneath it. The girl whipped around, and in the process that heavy black locket became dislodged from beneath her shirt.
Harry screamed with pain.
His scar felt like it was burning a hole straight through his skull, blinding him, making him stumble and fall. A loud screaming echoed in Harry's head, but it wasn't the familiar haunting sound of his parent's last moments. It sounded different, deeper. unreal. It was the sound of something dying.
As quick as it had begun though, it ceased. The pain and screaming ended abruptly and Harry was once again back in the common room, pressed against a corner with Trinny nowhere in sight.
What in the world had just happened?
(^*^)
Harry tried once again to consult the Marauder's Map, but obviously the thing didn't seem to believe in Trinity McGundron-Philips. He investigated every other dot, thinking maybe she had another name or something, but no dice. Harry knew the face of each name's owner, and none of them resembled the missing girl. Well, the whole predicament with the map was confusing enough, but it was the visions and pain in his scar that held most of Harry's attention.
So far that year, the little lightning-bolt scar had had two episodes of pain, and both times had occurred when that black locket of Trinny's had become exposed. What WAS that thing? The first time Harry had just passed it off as a simple piece of jewelry, but this was too odd to ignore. There was something about that necklace that got to him.
The primary suspicion in Harry's mind was that Dark Magic was involved. After all, that was the only thing that had affected his scar before. But could a fifteen year old girl be capable of the Dark Arts?
You hardly know anything about the girl. A voice in Harry's head prompted.
I know, he conceded. But Trinny would never.
Put your feelings aside, Harry. You like her, want to smooch her, etc, etc, but we're not discussing her dowry. She's hiding something, and you know it.
She's probably just retaining water. That clears up in what, a month?
UGH, gross out! And I doubt that kind of thing would affect your scar, it's a different kind of evil altogether. Face the beans, boy, you've got to play it safe around her.
I play it safe around everyone! I thought, for once, that I could just be normal around someone. Act like crap when I feel like crap, drop all pretensions. I thought I found that person in Jacie. but she's a muggle.
Yah, imagine her confusion if you'd tell her about Voldemort and switching spells. She'd go nuckin futz.
I need someone to talk to about what happened at the Tournament. do you know I still haven't told that story to anyone but Dumbledore?
Of course I know, I AM you.
.. I knew that.
But those insecurities could just be feeding Trinny's plan. You just can't trust people, especially these days, so get a diary for that sort of thing and be done with it.
I most certainly will NOT!
Ooh, sorry, a JOURNAL then.
That's not what I mean! I'll tell what I want to who I want, and you can't tell me what to do!
... who else would, then?
I WILL!
That's me too.
You know what I mean. Now just can it, I'm tired of your lip. Furiously, Harry clamped his hands over his ears.
.. I'm INSIDE your head, imbecile.
AAARGH!!
(^*^)
In the end, Harry won the argument. He agreed with his self that something was definitely up with Trinny, whether good or bad he couldn't tell. But until he figured that out, it was best to assume the worst and brace himself for Voldemort to leap out of her chest at any moment.
Harry staked out the common room for three hours straight, busying himself by watching Ron's forgotten chess pieces, but still Trinny didn't show. Finally, after watching the Knight try and seduce the Queen by pulling her onto his rearing stallion, Harry admitted defeat and headed up to the dormitory.
The next morning he roused himself early and resumed his post by the fireplace, finding the Knight's horse abandoned with it's rider and the Queen nowhere in sight. Harry figured they were somewhere inside the Castle enjoying a nice post-copulation cigarette. He didn't envy the poor guy though, who would have to suffer the King's wrath when he woke up to find his royal aficionada missing.
Traipsing down to the great hall, Harry saw Trinny waiting on the stairs for him. He spotted dark circles under her eyes and she was wringing her hands nervously. He didn't suspect she had slept a wink.
"Hey Harry!" she called excitedly upon spying him, motioning him closer.
"About last night," she began.
Harry held up his hand to stop her. "It's alright. I'm really confused, but if you don't want to talk about it I'd completely understand."
"I never meant to hurt you." Trinny assured him.
"I know. And I never meant to drive you away." Harry agreed. He desperately wanted to ask, no, demand her to tell him what was going on, but it wouldn't get him anywhere. She was a headstrong girl, and pressing her would only make her dig her heels in harder. He'd learned that the hard way from past experiences.
"Look, I don't know what's happening. It scares me to death, but I can't tell you what's going on. I can't, I can't." the girl accented the last few words, and Harry thought she was trying to convey a completely different message to him. Something held her back, something wouldn't let her tell him the truth.
"Okay." Harry relented after a moment.
"Don't worry about it, I'm promise its nothing," Trinny reassured. "Not meant for you, anyway, that's for sure." she added aside to herself, and Harry barely caught those last words.
Well, his thirst for the truth wasn't quenched fully, but it would have to do for now. In a way, Trinny hadn't told him that she didn't KNOW what was going on, she just couldn't tell him. He felt like lying down on the floor, flailing his limbs about wildly, kicking and screaming for her to tell him the truth. Or maybe he'd pull the I'm-holding-my-breath-until-I- get-what-I-want thing. He'd seen Dudley do it numerous times, and it had always worked then. But then again, Aunt Petunia was a lot different from Trinny.
Thank God.
So, whatever was bothering both Trinity and Harry's scar was to remain a secret. well, for now anyways.
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A/N: Hehe, kinda got a little loopy that chapter and really whipped out the humor. I've got a severe case of loneliness here, ya gotta cut me a break!! Well, like a prom dress, I'm off! See y'all later, and thanks for the reviews I KNOW are coming! (maybe.??)
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com