Bailey's Irish Crème
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I'm not getting many reviews and it's starting to piss me off. I've seen fics way worse then mine with one chapter and at least ten reviews. I'm disappointed in you. Well at least you lazy ones out there that aren't descent enough to review even though you have read. I don't mean to sound rude I'm just a bit offended because I'm not getting enough reviews to update. And yet I do it anyway. Oh and this is going to give a little more info about Bailey so I can move onto develop other characters. I hope you enjoy this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Bailey, and any other character that I happen to make up along the way in this fic.
Bailey's Irish Crème
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
A D/G, R/Hr, & OC/? Production
BY: Ashley Nicole
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"How amusing. A Slytherin hanging around muggle-loving Weasley's and house elves." Draco Malfoy said on his way down to breakfast the next morning. He had been having a terrible morning so far but it just got better. The yank got easier to insult every time.
The yank chose to ignore his insults this time and continued to brush the little house elf's hair. They were gossiping about something, sitting on the Slytherin common room couch, and Draco was getting tired of being ignored. Malfoy's weren't ignored! "Did you hear me or has your intelligence level suddenly dropped?" He questioned her.
Bailey continued to ignore him and he mentally groaned. Annoying her was going to be harder then it was any other day. Was it because of the skinny little elf? "You know that little muggle thing you gave to me the other day?" He suddenly thought that he'd stricken a cord… and so he had.
Bailey's head shot up and her hand jerked the brush that was in the elf's hair, causing it to squeak in pain. "What did you do with my CD player?" Bailey's voice was serious and she had this weird look in her eyes. It was almost a crazed look only more scared then crazed.
"Well you know…" Draco drawled. "It just kind of fell off of my dresser," he paused for effect and continued, "… and it broke." Bailey's eyes widened and she turned around sharply, the little elf turning with her.
Bailey suddenly smiled. A really perfect smiled. "You're bluffing I can tell. You really need to work on your game face. You know what they say, practice makes perfect." She turned back to the little house elf and continued to brush her hair while apologizing if she hurt her.
Draco faltered. This girl really was good even if she was a Muggle-loving, Weasel-hanging out with, elf friend. Okay, it wasn't one of his best titles for people but there weren't any small words or titles that could describe Bailey. She was familiar some how too. It was like they knew each other but didn't want to believe it because of their circumstances. And it was bugging the hell out of him.
"So Malfoy," Bailey said suddenly as she and the elf both turned his way, "Have you listened to the CD at all?" Damn it! Why was she always changing from vicious, to calm, to friendly? She was so confusing! He glared at her and sat down on a chair in the common room. "No I haven't. As I told you before, I would never listen to something like that."
Bailey looked at him and cocked her head to the side like a little kid, "Well I have more CD's. It's not like I don't have something you would listen to. There is more then one kind of music." He was about to say something again when she stopped him.
"And please don't tell me you listen to classical music. It's so… so boring!" Draco smirked. He did enjoy some classical music but she was right, it was sometimes boring. He had to get used to it with his parents and all. They would go to the theater and he, of course, had to go along with them as a child. His father always told him that it was good to be cultured… whatever he meant by it.
"What if I do?" Draco asked his face suddenly void of any emotions. He didn't want to just become friends with the little yank. No, she would have to do better then bringing up a conversation to do that. Draco Malfoy wasn't one to be won over so easily.
Bailey's forehead creased and she said in an almost confused voice, "But, classical music is… for old people. Do you listen to any other music?" Draco snorted at her and just chose to ignore her from then on. Talking to her anymore would bring down his social status. And his father would be very displeased if that happened.
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Bailey and Alatáriël had been sitting on the big leather couch in the Slytherin common room since about five in the morning, catching up. When Bailey had troubles at her old school, Alatáriël and all the other house elves would cheer her up. It was almost like a life cycle for Bailey. Get criticized, cry for a while, then go hang out with the house elves.
They'd been talking about two of the elves at Bailey's old school. Caranthir and Inglor were to be married but they wanted Bailey to be there. And that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Bailey had not only come to Hogwarts because of the happenings at her old school, but because she was hiding from her father.
Torin Deeds was a vicious man who was indeed, involved with Voldemort. He had been power hungry when he was younger and he believed that being in Voldemort's inner circle would help him be a great man. He didn't know that Voldemort would soon fall to a less then one year old child. And after Harry Potter had sent Voldemort away, things went down hill. For not just Bailey's father, but all of the Deatheaters and anyone involved with the inner circle.
After that Torin had nearly gone mad and became so abusive that it was hard for Bailey not to cry herself to sleep. She was either being thrown around or watching her mother take the beating for her as she grew up. The screams and the blood still haunted her dreams and it made it even harder for her, knowing that she had caused her Mother's grief.
It had been so hard on her and her mother the first three years of her Father's abuse. She had only been ten when Torin really started beating her. But when she was about twelve she found that she had become just about immune to the pain. She was beat so often by then that it was hard not to get used to the feeling. Her Mother, however, never got used to it. Her Mother would struggle to get away while Bailey sat and took her beating.
And boy did Bailey have scars! She had loads of them but only where no one could see. If she had been bruised or cut anywhere where someone could see, her father would make them disappear. He did the same with her mother, Selma. One of the main scars Bailey had, she shared with her mother. It was one matching scar, on their left shoulder blade in the shape of an X.
They'd both been having fun that day, Bailey and her mother. They were letting the house elves rest for the day as they spent time together, cooking and cleaning. Torin was away on some business so they knew that they would be able to have some fun. But he unexpectedly came home early and they were both punished for doing lowly house elf work.
He'd performed 'crucio' on them and the X was the result.
Bailey had never felt such pain in her entire life. Torin had never really hurt them with spells before so this was new to her. But after a while she also got used to all of the hexes and curses and she finally learned to stay far away from her father. She'd stay to the west wing where her room was located.
Nothing bad ever happened when she stayed out of her father's way. Except for when he had called for her, just so he could have the pleasure of beating her. Yes, Bailey's childhood was lost but that didn't mean she had to grieve about it. But she did anyway; she could never get those awful pictures out of her head. And every time something good happened something bad always followed Bailey. It was her curse.
She just hoped that nothing bad would happen between her and Ginny.
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Ginny danced around in her dorm room in front of her mirror as she decided on what to wear. After hanging around Bailey for so long she had began to pick up a few of her habits, and Bailey had picked up a few of hers as well.
Ginny threw her hair back into a messy bun at the top of her head as she dug through her closet. She grabbed a black and white striped shirt that Bailey lent her and hurriedly put it on. She bit her lip a bit when she realized that it showed cleavage. But what had she expected? All of Bailey's clothes were like that. Hell, this one even showed Ginny's stomach.
She ran over to her closet again and pulled out a pair of dark denim jeans. She put them on just as fast as the shirt and she rolled the bottom flair up once. They fit her quite snugly and she was sure that if Ron took one look at her, he'd got red. Everyone knew how protective he was of her.
Ginny took the messy bun out of her hair and ran her fingers through the soft tendrils. She then grabbed her soft bristled brush and ran it through her hair like she had with her fingers. Once she was finished her mid-back length hair was soft and shiny. She smiled at herself in her full length mirror. She didn't need make-up.
Her eyes were bright and any color make-up would make them look dull. Her cheeks were already rosy even though she was a bit pale, so she didn't need blush. And her lips were already a nice shade of red-ish pink so there was no lip-stick or gloss needed. Ginny was one of those natural beauties that didn't need make-up and she knew it. But it wasn't like girls that wore make-up were ugly.
Bailey wore make up because it set off her eyes. She didn't need any colored lip stick so she used clear gloss to make them shine. And Ginny couldn't deny that Bailey was attractive. Hell, everyone knew she was attractive. But Ginny knew some things that others didn't know about Bailey Deeds. And yet she knew that Bailey was hiding something, but she didn't brown nose.
Ginny sighed and turned to the space next to her dresser where she kept her shoes. She slipped into a pair of black Reebok sneakers. Then, she turned and left her dorm for the Great Hall.
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Ginny met Bailey on her way down to the Great Hall. She was walking with her little house elf friend, Alatáriël. They weren't talking when Ginny reached them, they were so quiet. Ginny was wondering what was wrong but just when she was going to ask Bailey if everything was okay, she gave her a smile that reassured her. Ginny smiled back though she knew something was still bothering her friend.
The trio walked the rest of the way to the Great Hall in comfortable silence. Every now and then Alatáriël would look around, then to Bailey, then to Ginny. Once they had reached the Great Hall Bailey decided to sit at the Gryffindor table for a change. She didn't want to be alone at dinner; she wanted someone to talk to besides Alatáriël.
Harry looked up from his conversation with Ron and Hermione and smiled at Ginny and Bailey. Though Ginny believed that it was directed mostly towards Bailey, Ginny smiled back as did Bailey. "Hey guys, what's up?" Bailey asked.
Harry and Ron both replied at the same time, "Quidditch." Bailey, Ginny, and Hermione all giggled a bit and then they started to gather food on their plates. "So whose going to be playing and when?" Ginny asked.
Ron glared at the table across from them, "Slytherin versus Gryffindor. We're going to win of course." The three girls rolled their eyes. Not because they didn't think Gryffindor could win, but because Ron was being quite arrogant.
"We've got the best team out of the four houses and everyone knows it." Ron boasted and the rest of Gryffindor house heard. Some scoffed because of Ron's boasting and some smiled to themselves. Ginny glared at her brother.
"Ron, don't be so full of yourself. You'll jinx us all and we'll end up losing, all because of your bad luck and your amentia." Ron frowned as Harry, Hermione, and Bailey laughed about Ginny's comment. Ron smiled at Ginny and continued to eat his chicken.
"Hey guys," Ron asked suddenly and everyone looked up. "What does amentia mean?" Bailey nearly spit out her pumpkin juice on Seamus Finnigan and Hermione shook her head while Ginny and Harry rolled her eyes. It was typical Ron. "What?" he asked after he saw all of their expressions.
Bailey smiled and Ron and patted his hand almost apologetically. "I really think that you need to take muggle studies Ron. They teach English at one point in the year. It should help your vocabulary a lot." Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all sniggered and Ron frowned. "I'm only joking Ron." Bailey smiled and winked at him then continued to drink her pumpkin juice. She looked at the seat over to her left and then looked back to her food. She did a double take and looked back at the empty space where Alatáriël should have been sitting. Where could she have gone off to?
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Draco had left Transfiguration late after a nice little chat with Professor McGonagall. The old bat had given him detention, just because he wasn't listening to her dumb lecture. He'd already known what she was talking about. He just didn't feel like listening to her drone on and one and on and… Well you get the idea.
He'd just made it to the Great Hall when he saw the Deeds girl and the little Weasel sit at the Gryffindor table. He rolled his eyes mentally and took his seat at the Slytherin table. He was seated so that he was facing the little Weaslette and her facing him. She didn't look up because they were having one of their silly little conversations about how dumb Weasley was. And it just figures that the yank would say she was kidding.
He watched them laughing for a moment more and then the Weaslette looked up at him. She was still smiling at whatever the yank had said but it quickly vanished once she looked up at him. He patted himself on the back mentally for making her react to him like that. She shouldn't have been happy to see him. She should have been loathing him, and she probably was. He smirked at her and she scowled. Yes, there was no doubt in his mind that she loathed him; just as she should have.
He slowly began to put food on his plate, trying to avoid talking to Pansy and Blaise. They'd been so… clingy lately and it was getting quite annoying. At first it seemed like they were sick, now he knew that they were just competing with each other; trying to see which of the two could get him first. He almost snorted at the thought of being with either of them.
Pansy had looked like a pug her entire life. They'd been close as children, of course, because Pansy was a tom boy. But as they got older Pansy got girlier. But that didn't make her look any better. The make-up she put on was way too dark and way too thick. He wouldn't have been surprised if her nose suddenly fell off because of all the powder on in.
Blaise on the other hand was much more attractive. She had long raven black hair and fair skin. She was also one of those girls that were neutral; she wasn't girlie but she wasn't a tom boy. That still didn't mean that Draco would fancy being with her. She was right down vicious when she was in a bad mood. He'd tested her temper in his third year and that wasn't one of the smartest things he'd done.
Blaise had been in a particularly bad mood that day and she was nearly screaming at anyone who got in her way. Draco had made a mistake when he'd asked if it was that time of the month. He saw her facial expression and it was not a happy one. The mean spark in her eyes had disappeared and she was just standing there like a zombie. Then Draco ended up with a fist in his eye.
Needless to say, he didn't want either of them. There was always something wrong with the girls Draco had been with at one point. He'd dated Pansy in fourth year because his father had told him to. And God knew he didn't want to displease his father. He'd been with Blaise after he broke it off with Pansy at the beginning of fifth year, and only because everyone wanted Blaise that year.
Now how was he going to get them to bugger off?
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"Gots to be quiet, gots to be quick…" a small voice was saying as it traveled down an empty corridor. Every once in a while the figure that the voice belonged to would turn and look to see if anyone was following. The small figure stopped suddenly at a portrait on the wall. A hand reached over and touched something, and then there was a small giggle as the portrait swung open.
The small figure walked into to space that the portrait had left and once that figure was standing in the light of the room, it showed an elf. A house elf named Alatáriël. She cautiously walked around the comfy looking room and then walked closer as she heard noise coming from a doorway close bye.
"Dobby, is you is here?" Alatáriël hissed loudly as she stuck her head in the doorway. She saw many elves walking around doing many different things. Laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc. But she didn't see the elf she was looking for, so she stopped the one nearest to her and asked.
"Has you been seeing Dobby anywhere?" the elf turned to her and his brow creased. It appeared that the mention of Dobby angered him a bit. Alatáriël was about to back off when the elf pointed to a couch from the room she had just come from. Alatáriël looked over to where the other elf was pointing and she shook her head.
There was Dobby, sleeping, on the couch. She quickly thanked the elf who pointed Dobby out to her and then made her way over to him. She hesitantly poked him in the side and that only made him turn over the other way. She poked him again and he slapped her hand away. She squeaked in pain and then angrily slapped him in the back of the head. That did it; Dobby jumped right up and looked over to see who disturbed his sleep.
"What is you wanting?" he said rather impatiently. Alatáriël rolled her eyes and said in her little voice, "Is you or is you not the Malfoy's old house elf?" she saw his eyes go back to normal and he said just as normally, "Yes, but I is not being their house elf anymore. Dobby is free." Dobby did a little motion with his hands to emphasize the word free and Alatáriël rolled her eyes again.
"Alatáriël is knowing Dobby and Dobby's old master. Alatáriël is needing Dobby's help. Is Dobby willing to help?" Alatáriël looked almost pleadingly with Dobby but he didn't seem to notice. He smiled a little and said, "Is Dobby going to be paid Ms. Alatáriël?" The girl elf squeaked with disapproval. "How could Dobby ask such a question? Is Dobby sick? I is only an elf seeking a fellow elf's help!"
Dobby looked at the elf and then stopped once he got a good look at her. She was familiar and he was sure he'd seen her somewhere before. She was a younger elf, maybe only thirteen and she had clothes… Dobby found this odd because she still thought it wrong to ask for payment. "What is you needing Dobby for?" he asked sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit next to him.
"Alatáriël is fearing for her mistress," she paused at the shocked look on Dobby's face when she mentioned her mistress and then continued. "Mistress is having a very bad man as a father and Alatáriël is wishing to keep her safe. But mistress's father is looking for her and he has help. He has help! Help Dobby!" the little elf started shaking and he thought it was time for her to take a little rest to calm her nerves.
Dobby asked one of the elves in the kitchen to fix Alatáriël a cup of cinnamon tea and they reluctantly did so. Once Alatáriël had finished her tea Dobby asked, "Why is you so worried about your mistress if she is at Hogwarts? Is she not safe here?" Alatáriël shook her head furiously, "Mistress is safe no where. Hogwarts is the safest place Mistress has been but Mistress's father is a horribly man. He'll find her, he'll hurt her again!"
Dobby looked at the troubled little house elf for a moment and then suddenly his eyes widened. It couldn't be could it? No, it couldn't be. That elf would be dead by now because of her actions. Besides that, it was many years ago. What were the chances of running into that elf again? The chances were a slim one out of one hundred, that was for sure.
"If Ms. Alatáriël does not mind, may Dobby ask the name of your Mistress's father?" Dobby was hesitant about asking this because he feared that it was who he was thinking of. But Alatáriël seemed as if she had no problem reveling her Mistress's family name. "O'Doibhilin." She said in a faint whisper.
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Bailey, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were all leaving the Great Hall just as everyone else after lunch. They were laughing, yet again, at something Ron had said and their laughter was starting to diminish. They were just at the doors leading into the corridor when they heard an ominous screech.
Everyone who had not already cleared out of the hall turned and looked up to where an extremely large hawk had flown through the opening that the owls used to get into the Great Hall. It gracefully landed on the Hufflepuff table and stuck out its leg, sharp talons showing. Everyone looked confused, until Bailey walked forward to the hawk.
No one but Ginny and Harry had noticed that Bailey's eyes were wide and her hands were shaking. She walked up even closer to the hawk and whispered faintly, "Enukil…" At her words, the hawk's chest feathers puffed out as if answering her question. Bailey smiled and began to stroke Enukil's feathers.
Everyone just presumed that it was her hawk so they, again, piled out of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione started to leave with the rest of them but Ginny and Harry stayed planted to their spots. Ron and Hermione looked back at them confused but they waited too.
Bailey stretched her arm over and slowly untied the string that kept the parchment attached to Enukil's leg. Once it was untied, Bailey pulled it off his leg and unrolled it. She looked at the others waiting for her and then bean to read the letter to herself. As she read it she visibly started shaking and her breathing was hitched.
"Bailey, is everything alright?" Hermione asked before anyone else could. It just seemed strange… They were all laughing one minute and the next… Bailey looked so hurt. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking everywhere; from her head to her toes. Hell, Hermione wouldn't have been surprised if she started hyperventilating.
Everyone waited for Bailey's reply but it never came. She clutched the parchment in her hand tightly and grabbed her head with the other hand as her eyes started to roll back in her head. She was taking sharp breaths and she was still shaking. Hermione sighed in frustration and looked towards Ginny, "Gin, you've got to calm her down, she's starting to hyperventilate." They all moved closer so that they were standing around Bailey.
Ginny sat Bailey down on the Hufflepuff bench and then sat down next to her and thought of something that would calm her down. "Bailey- Bailey, listen to me." Bailey looked at Ginny, her breathing still not normal. "You have to calm down. Think of you're music… Think of Alatáriël." Bailey's breathing calmed a bit and she stopped shaking. Ginny smiled at her friend and patted her back gently.
Harry sat at Bailey's other side and Ron and Hermione sat on the Ravenclaw bench. "Bailey what happen? Are you alright?" Harry asked in a soft voice. Bailey smiled a sad smile and looked up at the charmed sky of the Great Hall, rain falling and then disappearing. She looked back down and said quietly, "Aiden…"
Bailey's eyes again rolled back in her head, but this time she passed out. Harry grabbed her before she fell on the floor and Ginny frantically told Ron and Hermione to go get Madam Pomfrey. They were all worried to death, but not one of them knew of the horrible things Bailey saw in her unconscious state…
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A/N: I know that everything is confusing right now but it's supposed to be like that. I'm going to get started on the next chapter, the next chance I get. Sorry if this chapter was shorter then the last two but I ran out of things to write for this chapter. Most of the stuff I want to write is going to happen in the next chapter.
Don't worry, I will get to describe more about the elf connection and I will develop the other character as much as I can. Just remember to review. I need review! I'm going through review withdrawal! So please, review, review, review, review, review, review, review, review, review, review, review, review, review, and review! I'm begging you!