Harry Potter and the Locket of Trinity: Chapter Twelve
A/N: Hoo-dee-hoo, NO REVIEWS from that last chapter. Well humph, what's wrong with my story? I'm feeling indignant and pissed, so this won't be too long of a chapter.
Oh, but I did get a movie poster of the cast of The Breakfast Club yesterday. It's HUGE, and it won't fit anywhere in my room, but it is cool nonetheless. Judd Nelson is unbefreakinglievable as the bad boy, ohmigosh, yummmmy.. mmm.. hehe, anyhoo, on with my story.
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Since nobody really won the Boys versus Girls Gryffindor Quidditch Cup, they were forced to abandon the prize of the good poufs by the fire. This, of course, caused much anger betwixt the two sexes.
"Geroff Alicia, I was here first!" Fred Weasley roared when the girl sat on him in an attempt to make him abandon his seat.
"But I have to write this essay!" she whined, grinding her backside still further into Fred's lap.
Fred's face contorted in agony. "Ow, ow, ow, ow! Stop it, it's not like sitting in that chair over there will prevent you from writing the essay!"
"Yes it will." Alicia answered simply, raising up a bit and then plopping back down with an unhealthy crunch.
Fred didn't make a noise, but his face went white as a sheet and his arms immediately went to guard that area in between his knees, drawn so fast it was like a reflex.
"Oh. so sorry there Fred, my wand must've been in my back pocket." Alicia apologized, retrieving her wand from beneath her.
"It's alright," Fred squeaked in a high voice, pursing his lips. "I think I'll go upstairs now." Gingerly he got up, walking slightly pigeon- toed and hunched over.
"Sorry Fred, it was just an accident!" she called after him, nuzzling into the comfy chair. The injured redhead just wavered a shaking hand at her and continued his trek up the stairs.
Trinny seemed to be keeping an unnaturally close eye on Harry, accompanying him wherever he went. He wasn't objecting any, but still, it was something Ron and Hermione took note of. "Wonder what her problem is? It's like she's worried he might explode or something." Ron commented.
"Nah, she just seems concerned. And look, Harry's acting awfully upset about something. she just noticed it and is letting him know she's there for him." Hermione analyzed expertly. Ron raised an eyebrow at her in revered astonishment.
"D'you think we should go ask him what's wrong?" he offered.
"I don't think so. he looks like he just wants to be left alone." Hermione answered.
Ron sighed crossly. "Then why does Trinny get to stay with him?"
Hermione paused for a while, thinking of the best way to put this. Ron wasn't exactly the quickest to pick up on these things. "Because. Harry and Trinny enjoy each other's company."
"Harry enjoys MY company." Ron interjected.
"Yes but in a different way, Ron. Harry loves Trinny in a different way than he loves you."
Ron paused for a moment. "Har-Harry LOVES Trinity?!"
"Would you quit your bellyaching for just one second and look at the two of them!? Just look!" Hermione commanded, thrusting a finger at the couple.
Ron crossed his arms and stared at the two. Harry was sitting dejectedly in a corner chair, head down and knees pulled up to his chin; his classic fear posture. Trinny was sitting next to him, stroking his hand lovingly and talking to him. As much as Ron hated to admit it, Harry DID seem to have another best friend besides him. "Fine." he muttered to Hermione, and she smiled, turning to look upon Harry as well. How much she wished she had someone to comfort her lovingly in times of need like that, to coo and whisper and.
"I'm going upstairs." Ron announced roughly, standing up and leaving Hermione behind. She stared at his retreating figure until it disappeared behind the door, then she sighed in a hopeless way and buried her nose in a book. It was her only talent.
(^*^)
"Did something happen in the woods that you're not telling me, Harry?" Trinny crooned for the fiftieth time that day.
Harry didn't answer, just shook his head. He didn't even bother to lift it from it's resting place on his knees.
"Well, something's eating you. Why can't you tell me?" Trinny insisted. Her and Harry were usually so frank with one another, what was holding him back this time? Did he not trust her anymore, was it something she had done?
"Nothing. Nothing's the matter, I swear." Harry lied limply.
"Then I don't see why you're sulking over here away from your friends. Ron and Hermione are worried about you, Harry, and so am I."
Harry thought for a moment. He was so tempted to tell Trinity the truth, that the ghost of Cedric Diggory was walking the earth filled with pain and weariness all because of him, and had lured him into the Forbidden Forest to tell him that Voldemort was hovering somewhere in the back of his mind reading his thoughts and plotting to murder him. Him and Trinny were usually so honest with each other, and it made him feel horrible to lie like this. But dumping all his problems on her lap wouldn't do any good.
"No need to worry, I'm just tired, that's all." Harry replied with a pleading look into those clear blue eyes.
Trinny sighed. He had given in when she had been unable to tell him about her problems. when she had lied about her problems. and so he deserved to be left alone now. Oh, but now that she was on the receiving end, Trinny knew how hard it really must've been for him to give in.
"Fine then," she relented. "But you promise me, PROMISE me Harry, that you can get through this alone. Promise me that this is something you have to do on your own. Because if I find out you need my help, you're getting it, whether you like it or not."
Harry smiled and squeezed her hand. "I promise."
Trinny sat there for a moment, staring right back at Harry. "What?" she asked. "I'm still not moving. I'm not gonna bug you anymore, but it'll take a strong hex to pry my cold dead body away from this chair here next to you."
"I should've figured as much." said Harry teasingly.
"Indeed you should've. Honestly, do you know me at all?" Trinny replied, snuggling into his shoulder, content to warm him with her comfort while he stared off into space, worrying about whatever problems the boy had.
(^*^)
Classes were growing tedious and boring, and the pristine snow that built up around the windows in late November was just another reminder of how unfair school really was. Studying began in overdrive for the Mid- Terms, and also the O.W.L.S that would be taken at the end of the year.
Hermione, of course, was studying more than anyone. Which was rather pointless, Ron pointed out, since she was the smartest one and she'd get the highest grade anyways. If anything, it was slackers like him, Harry, and Trinny that should be studying four hours per night.
Trinny had it worst of all. Not only was she expected to take the O.W.L.S along with everyone else, but she was also being tested over the things she would have learned in her first, second, third, and fourth years as well. Hermione and her were suspected to having set up a permanent settlement in the library.
"I can't imagine what would happen if I fail," Trinny exclaimed one day. "I'm lucky Dumbledore isn't making me start at grade one as is. If I show that I can't handle this level of witchcraft. I shudder to think of what it would be like to be twenty-one and still attending school."
Ron laughed. "Trust Trinny to still be cracking jokes even when she's worried sick."
"It's in my nature. I'm a funny girl." Trinny replied with a grin.
"Ha, ha, now quit stalling and tell me the twelve uses of dragon blood." Hermione ordered.
Trinny groaned, and threw an imploring look next to her at Harry. "Don't ask me. I was tested on this stuff my first year and I still don't know it." he answered, throwing up his palms.
Groaning in exasperation, Hermione drew Trinny to her side while they reviewed the uses once more that night.
"You seem to be doing better." Ron remarked to Harry, scooting over so the two girls could both fit on his side of the table.
"Of course I am. I told you, it was just exhaustion, that's all." Harry explained.
"Well, I'm glad. You had me seriously worried there for a second, I hadn't seen you looking that 'exhausted' since you found out Sirius Black was after you." replied Ron.
Harry grinned with nostalgia. "And we both know how that turned out. I ended up with a Godfather I never knew I had."
"Not to mention Wormtail scurrying off to God-knows-where." Ron added darkly. There was a slightly mournful silence before Harry smiled brightly and collected his things together.
"I'm going up to the dorm, see you guys there." Harry called over his shoulder as he walked out the door. Ron just shrugged and leaned back in his chair, trying to block out the education coming from the girls next to him.
Harry burst into his dorm, searching around for a piece of parchment and a quill. "Ah, here you are." he muttered to himself, finding the bright eagle feather under his bed. Settling down at his desk, he began the long- awaited letter. It was so simple, he was surprised he hadn't thought of it sooner.
"Dear Sirius," he began, thinking just how to phrase it. Saying something like 'a dead friend of mine abducted me a couple weeks ago just to tell me that the Dark Lord is after me again. Just thought you should know.' wouldn't exactly get a good reaction out of his godfather. Sirius would most likely get all protective and put himself in danger, coming all the way back up to Hogwarts and getting himself seen just when the wizarding world had given him up for dead.
"Just wondering how your life was coming along. I haven't heard from you in a while.
Mid-terms almost here, it's a pain in the neck. Hermione's gone crazy with preparing for the O.W.L.S.
How're things going with you? Any funny business with your assignment?
Write me soon. Lots of love, Harry."
Well, that's that. Harry thought, signing his usual messy signature. It was no use worrying Sirius. If the Dark Lord was anywhere near Hogwarts, Sirius was surely going to tell him about it in his answering letter.
Why don't you just tell everyone and be done with it? the little voice asked.
Oh damn, it's you again. Harry groaned mentally.
Don't you take that tone with me young man, it's just a simple, logical question.
Because they'd just worry about me, and there's nothing they can do about it. Hell, there's not even anything I can do, and it's my problem!
They could give you advice.
....
They could support you, they could help you fight Voldemort, they could -
Now that's enough! I will not make my loved ones suffer because of my big mouth, and that's the end of it!
But you're suffering too. Don't you care about yourself?
Harry sighed. No. I don't. Not anymore.
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A/N: Well, here's your stinking chapter. Is there anyone out there who *WANTS* me to continue with this puppie, or shall I just leave it now? Meh, just tell me in a review. Thanks to anyone who's out there.
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com
P.S. And YES, I do want some cheese with my whine.
A/N: Hoo-dee-hoo, NO REVIEWS from that last chapter. Well humph, what's wrong with my story? I'm feeling indignant and pissed, so this won't be too long of a chapter.
Oh, but I did get a movie poster of the cast of The Breakfast Club yesterday. It's HUGE, and it won't fit anywhere in my room, but it is cool nonetheless. Judd Nelson is unbefreakinglievable as the bad boy, ohmigosh, yummmmy.. mmm.. hehe, anyhoo, on with my story.
* * * * *
Since nobody really won the Boys versus Girls Gryffindor Quidditch Cup, they were forced to abandon the prize of the good poufs by the fire. This, of course, caused much anger betwixt the two sexes.
"Geroff Alicia, I was here first!" Fred Weasley roared when the girl sat on him in an attempt to make him abandon his seat.
"But I have to write this essay!" she whined, grinding her backside still further into Fred's lap.
Fred's face contorted in agony. "Ow, ow, ow, ow! Stop it, it's not like sitting in that chair over there will prevent you from writing the essay!"
"Yes it will." Alicia answered simply, raising up a bit and then plopping back down with an unhealthy crunch.
Fred didn't make a noise, but his face went white as a sheet and his arms immediately went to guard that area in between his knees, drawn so fast it was like a reflex.
"Oh. so sorry there Fred, my wand must've been in my back pocket." Alicia apologized, retrieving her wand from beneath her.
"It's alright," Fred squeaked in a high voice, pursing his lips. "I think I'll go upstairs now." Gingerly he got up, walking slightly pigeon- toed and hunched over.
"Sorry Fred, it was just an accident!" she called after him, nuzzling into the comfy chair. The injured redhead just wavered a shaking hand at her and continued his trek up the stairs.
Trinny seemed to be keeping an unnaturally close eye on Harry, accompanying him wherever he went. He wasn't objecting any, but still, it was something Ron and Hermione took note of. "Wonder what her problem is? It's like she's worried he might explode or something." Ron commented.
"Nah, she just seems concerned. And look, Harry's acting awfully upset about something. she just noticed it and is letting him know she's there for him." Hermione analyzed expertly. Ron raised an eyebrow at her in revered astonishment.
"D'you think we should go ask him what's wrong?" he offered.
"I don't think so. he looks like he just wants to be left alone." Hermione answered.
Ron sighed crossly. "Then why does Trinny get to stay with him?"
Hermione paused for a while, thinking of the best way to put this. Ron wasn't exactly the quickest to pick up on these things. "Because. Harry and Trinny enjoy each other's company."
"Harry enjoys MY company." Ron interjected.
"Yes but in a different way, Ron. Harry loves Trinny in a different way than he loves you."
Ron paused for a moment. "Har-Harry LOVES Trinity?!"
"Would you quit your bellyaching for just one second and look at the two of them!? Just look!" Hermione commanded, thrusting a finger at the couple.
Ron crossed his arms and stared at the two. Harry was sitting dejectedly in a corner chair, head down and knees pulled up to his chin; his classic fear posture. Trinny was sitting next to him, stroking his hand lovingly and talking to him. As much as Ron hated to admit it, Harry DID seem to have another best friend besides him. "Fine." he muttered to Hermione, and she smiled, turning to look upon Harry as well. How much she wished she had someone to comfort her lovingly in times of need like that, to coo and whisper and.
"I'm going upstairs." Ron announced roughly, standing up and leaving Hermione behind. She stared at his retreating figure until it disappeared behind the door, then she sighed in a hopeless way and buried her nose in a book. It was her only talent.
(^*^)
"Did something happen in the woods that you're not telling me, Harry?" Trinny crooned for the fiftieth time that day.
Harry didn't answer, just shook his head. He didn't even bother to lift it from it's resting place on his knees.
"Well, something's eating you. Why can't you tell me?" Trinny insisted. Her and Harry were usually so frank with one another, what was holding him back this time? Did he not trust her anymore, was it something she had done?
"Nothing. Nothing's the matter, I swear." Harry lied limply.
"Then I don't see why you're sulking over here away from your friends. Ron and Hermione are worried about you, Harry, and so am I."
Harry thought for a moment. He was so tempted to tell Trinity the truth, that the ghost of Cedric Diggory was walking the earth filled with pain and weariness all because of him, and had lured him into the Forbidden Forest to tell him that Voldemort was hovering somewhere in the back of his mind reading his thoughts and plotting to murder him. Him and Trinny were usually so honest with each other, and it made him feel horrible to lie like this. But dumping all his problems on her lap wouldn't do any good.
"No need to worry, I'm just tired, that's all." Harry replied with a pleading look into those clear blue eyes.
Trinny sighed. He had given in when she had been unable to tell him about her problems. when she had lied about her problems. and so he deserved to be left alone now. Oh, but now that she was on the receiving end, Trinny knew how hard it really must've been for him to give in.
"Fine then," she relented. "But you promise me, PROMISE me Harry, that you can get through this alone. Promise me that this is something you have to do on your own. Because if I find out you need my help, you're getting it, whether you like it or not."
Harry smiled and squeezed her hand. "I promise."
Trinny sat there for a moment, staring right back at Harry. "What?" she asked. "I'm still not moving. I'm not gonna bug you anymore, but it'll take a strong hex to pry my cold dead body away from this chair here next to you."
"I should've figured as much." said Harry teasingly.
"Indeed you should've. Honestly, do you know me at all?" Trinny replied, snuggling into his shoulder, content to warm him with her comfort while he stared off into space, worrying about whatever problems the boy had.
(^*^)
Classes were growing tedious and boring, and the pristine snow that built up around the windows in late November was just another reminder of how unfair school really was. Studying began in overdrive for the Mid- Terms, and also the O.W.L.S that would be taken at the end of the year.
Hermione, of course, was studying more than anyone. Which was rather pointless, Ron pointed out, since she was the smartest one and she'd get the highest grade anyways. If anything, it was slackers like him, Harry, and Trinny that should be studying four hours per night.
Trinny had it worst of all. Not only was she expected to take the O.W.L.S along with everyone else, but she was also being tested over the things she would have learned in her first, second, third, and fourth years as well. Hermione and her were suspected to having set up a permanent settlement in the library.
"I can't imagine what would happen if I fail," Trinny exclaimed one day. "I'm lucky Dumbledore isn't making me start at grade one as is. If I show that I can't handle this level of witchcraft. I shudder to think of what it would be like to be twenty-one and still attending school."
Ron laughed. "Trust Trinny to still be cracking jokes even when she's worried sick."
"It's in my nature. I'm a funny girl." Trinny replied with a grin.
"Ha, ha, now quit stalling and tell me the twelve uses of dragon blood." Hermione ordered.
Trinny groaned, and threw an imploring look next to her at Harry. "Don't ask me. I was tested on this stuff my first year and I still don't know it." he answered, throwing up his palms.
Groaning in exasperation, Hermione drew Trinny to her side while they reviewed the uses once more that night.
"You seem to be doing better." Ron remarked to Harry, scooting over so the two girls could both fit on his side of the table.
"Of course I am. I told you, it was just exhaustion, that's all." Harry explained.
"Well, I'm glad. You had me seriously worried there for a second, I hadn't seen you looking that 'exhausted' since you found out Sirius Black was after you." replied Ron.
Harry grinned with nostalgia. "And we both know how that turned out. I ended up with a Godfather I never knew I had."
"Not to mention Wormtail scurrying off to God-knows-where." Ron added darkly. There was a slightly mournful silence before Harry smiled brightly and collected his things together.
"I'm going up to the dorm, see you guys there." Harry called over his shoulder as he walked out the door. Ron just shrugged and leaned back in his chair, trying to block out the education coming from the girls next to him.
Harry burst into his dorm, searching around for a piece of parchment and a quill. "Ah, here you are." he muttered to himself, finding the bright eagle feather under his bed. Settling down at his desk, he began the long- awaited letter. It was so simple, he was surprised he hadn't thought of it sooner.
"Dear Sirius," he began, thinking just how to phrase it. Saying something like 'a dead friend of mine abducted me a couple weeks ago just to tell me that the Dark Lord is after me again. Just thought you should know.' wouldn't exactly get a good reaction out of his godfather. Sirius would most likely get all protective and put himself in danger, coming all the way back up to Hogwarts and getting himself seen just when the wizarding world had given him up for dead.
"Just wondering how your life was coming along. I haven't heard from you in a while.
Mid-terms almost here, it's a pain in the neck. Hermione's gone crazy with preparing for the O.W.L.S.
How're things going with you? Any funny business with your assignment?
Write me soon. Lots of love, Harry."
Well, that's that. Harry thought, signing his usual messy signature. It was no use worrying Sirius. If the Dark Lord was anywhere near Hogwarts, Sirius was surely going to tell him about it in his answering letter.
Why don't you just tell everyone and be done with it? the little voice asked.
Oh damn, it's you again. Harry groaned mentally.
Don't you take that tone with me young man, it's just a simple, logical question.
Because they'd just worry about me, and there's nothing they can do about it. Hell, there's not even anything I can do, and it's my problem!
They could give you advice.
....
They could support you, they could help you fight Voldemort, they could -
Now that's enough! I will not make my loved ones suffer because of my big mouth, and that's the end of it!
But you're suffering too. Don't you care about yourself?
Harry sighed. No. I don't. Not anymore.
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A/N: Well, here's your stinking chapter. Is there anyone out there who *WANTS* me to continue with this puppie, or shall I just leave it now? Meh, just tell me in a review. Thanks to anyone who's out there.
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com
P.S. And YES, I do want some cheese with my whine.