Disclaimer: I don't even own the right to my own life according to the
fucking law and the devil guidance counselor, do you really think I would
own Harry Potter?
Author's Note: Ahhh I love you all. I am glad that at least four people that I know of are reading. Thank you Cinnamon, Penny Clearwater, and Hoshi no hate. You all are great. And Maria, of course. Love ya babe. I will post another chapter, as short as it may be, and wait for this hell to pass. Love you all! Oh, btw Chris, I am so sorry you have to leave the house by like 6:00. You have my deepest sympathies.
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part, thank you Arielle darling, I really do love you) and more. Just another fun filled story. And here's a fun fact for you today: did you know that if you take enough Advil, your hands start to tingle and they can go numb? .maybe that's just me.
Chapter Eleven:
Andrea slowly came to, and found herself in a bright white room. Someone noticed her eyes flicker and ran over to her, calling something to someone else. The words began to transfer and Andrea realized that Harry and Hermione were right by her side. They sent Ron into the next room for Dumbledore. "Andrea, Andrea are you all right?" She heard Harry's soothing voice wash over her. She smiled as her vision became clear. Her head felt heavy when she attempted to lift it. Andrea sighed and answered, "Yes, I am doing alright. I really have nothing to complain about. I wasn't the one attacked by the psychotic tree, was I?"
Suddenly Dumbledore appeared from seemingly nowhere and asked, "Is that what happened to her Ms. Wilde?" "Yes. Did you know there are homicidal trees on campus Professor Dumbledore?" He chuckled slightly, "Yes, I did. Just as I suspected Ms. Shapiro was assaulted by that very tree. It became rather clear in fact when we found the tree frozen in place by a certain difficult spell known as the Congealificius spell. Did you perform that Ms. Wilde?" Dumbledore inquired. "Not to sound like a smart ass or anything, but do you really have to ask Professor?" Andrea asked. "Yes, I am afraid, no matter how obvious the truth may seem, we can never be too sure." Dumbledore smiled and winked at Harry. "In that case, yes. I did perform the spell. And I will answer all your questions, but first you must tell me the condition of the girl and how she came to be at the mercy of that dreadful plant. Those are my conditions. Take em, or leave em," Andrea replied very seriously. Dumbledore chuckled, "Quite the authoritative personality I see. I acknowledge your conditions and will 'take em'. The girl you rescued is named Arielle Shapiro and is in good health considering the trauma she suffered. She is recovering finely and in stable condition. We expect her to be awake by this evening. As for how she got in such a horrible predicament, we were hoping you would have the answer. Seeing as how you do not, we will have to wait until she awakens." "I'm sorry," Andrea apologized. "No, no don't be silly. We are just thankful that you were near by when Arielle called out. Thank you for saving her life, Ms. Wilde." "No, that's not what I am sorry about. I am sorry that I didn't get there sooner to prevent as much injury. I am sorry I was mean to you the first time I met you Harry. I am sorry I came here in the first place. I am sorry I just up and left behind everything and everyone I held a responsibility to. I am sorry I gave up on my past and I am sorry that I am wasting your time," Andrea's voice became thick with the threat of unshed tears. She felt a lump growing in her throat. Dumbledore smiled sympathetically and almost reading her thoughts, asked the three other students to leave. "Harry, Ron, Hermione, I think it would be best of you left me and Andrea alone to discuss some things." Harry was somewhat surprised. He was usually in on all these sorts of discussions. And now he was being asked to leave? What sorts of secrets did this girl have? What skeletons were hiding in her closet? Harry decided he would find out. After they left the room Dumbledore smiled at Andrea and said, "I know you are upset Andrea, about all the events of the past year. They must really have weighed down on you. I admire your will to heal and retain some sort of a normal life again. But I believe if you talk to some friends, especially the ones you have seemed to make here, they will be supportive. You know, Harry has gone through a lot more of what you are feeling than you may have already guessed. Ron and Hermione have also experienced a lot and would most likely understand. I know you don't want them to judge you on your past. But, they didn't expect anything from Harry simply because he was the boy that lived. They can help you. Now, I would like you to tell me from the beginning how you came to find Arielle Shapiro in the first place." Andrea described her walk around the school grounds and then how she happened upon the girl and saved her, up until the point at which she fainted. As Andrea finished her story Dumbledore thought for a moment before asking, "Alright, but on another note; Andrea, who taught you that curse. It is not one easily learned. It takes a lot of power to master that and most people have someone teaching them." Andrea looked down at her hands, "Um, well I kind of just taught myself. I needed to, to protect myself." "Hmm," Dumbledore considered this for a few moments before standing. "Well, thank you very much Andrea. You were very brave and skillful to save Ms. Shapiro like that. I am sure her parents will be by soon to thank you, and herself when she is better. Needless to say you are excused from your detention tonight. More important issues came up. Rest well Ms. Wilde. I hope you are[pic] feeling better after a short rest. I am sure you need one." He smiled and left. Andrea was left alone to think over everything that was happening. She slowly drifted off to sleep.
AN: I am debating whether the next part I have writing fits into the main plot and whether or not to delete it. Hmmm. Oh and I have a request to make. Who do you think Andrea will or should end up with? Review and answer. I want to see how the reader views the situation, and maybe that will help my writing. Thanx!
Author's Note: Ahhh I love you all. I am glad that at least four people that I know of are reading. Thank you Cinnamon, Penny Clearwater, and Hoshi no hate. You all are great. And Maria, of course. Love ya babe. I will post another chapter, as short as it may be, and wait for this hell to pass. Love you all! Oh, btw Chris, I am so sorry you have to leave the house by like 6:00. You have my deepest sympathies.
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part, thank you Arielle darling, I really do love you) and more. Just another fun filled story. And here's a fun fact for you today: did you know that if you take enough Advil, your hands start to tingle and they can go numb? .maybe that's just me.
Chapter Eleven:
Andrea slowly came to, and found herself in a bright white room. Someone noticed her eyes flicker and ran over to her, calling something to someone else. The words began to transfer and Andrea realized that Harry and Hermione were right by her side. They sent Ron into the next room for Dumbledore. "Andrea, Andrea are you all right?" She heard Harry's soothing voice wash over her. She smiled as her vision became clear. Her head felt heavy when she attempted to lift it. Andrea sighed and answered, "Yes, I am doing alright. I really have nothing to complain about. I wasn't the one attacked by the psychotic tree, was I?"
Suddenly Dumbledore appeared from seemingly nowhere and asked, "Is that what happened to her Ms. Wilde?" "Yes. Did you know there are homicidal trees on campus Professor Dumbledore?" He chuckled slightly, "Yes, I did. Just as I suspected Ms. Shapiro was assaulted by that very tree. It became rather clear in fact when we found the tree frozen in place by a certain difficult spell known as the Congealificius spell. Did you perform that Ms. Wilde?" Dumbledore inquired. "Not to sound like a smart ass or anything, but do you really have to ask Professor?" Andrea asked. "Yes, I am afraid, no matter how obvious the truth may seem, we can never be too sure." Dumbledore smiled and winked at Harry. "In that case, yes. I did perform the spell. And I will answer all your questions, but first you must tell me the condition of the girl and how she came to be at the mercy of that dreadful plant. Those are my conditions. Take em, or leave em," Andrea replied very seriously. Dumbledore chuckled, "Quite the authoritative personality I see. I acknowledge your conditions and will 'take em'. The girl you rescued is named Arielle Shapiro and is in good health considering the trauma she suffered. She is recovering finely and in stable condition. We expect her to be awake by this evening. As for how she got in such a horrible predicament, we were hoping you would have the answer. Seeing as how you do not, we will have to wait until she awakens." "I'm sorry," Andrea apologized. "No, no don't be silly. We are just thankful that you were near by when Arielle called out. Thank you for saving her life, Ms. Wilde." "No, that's not what I am sorry about. I am sorry that I didn't get there sooner to prevent as much injury. I am sorry I was mean to you the first time I met you Harry. I am sorry I came here in the first place. I am sorry I just up and left behind everything and everyone I held a responsibility to. I am sorry I gave up on my past and I am sorry that I am wasting your time," Andrea's voice became thick with the threat of unshed tears. She felt a lump growing in her throat. Dumbledore smiled sympathetically and almost reading her thoughts, asked the three other students to leave. "Harry, Ron, Hermione, I think it would be best of you left me and Andrea alone to discuss some things." Harry was somewhat surprised. He was usually in on all these sorts of discussions. And now he was being asked to leave? What sorts of secrets did this girl have? What skeletons were hiding in her closet? Harry decided he would find out. After they left the room Dumbledore smiled at Andrea and said, "I know you are upset Andrea, about all the events of the past year. They must really have weighed down on you. I admire your will to heal and retain some sort of a normal life again. But I believe if you talk to some friends, especially the ones you have seemed to make here, they will be supportive. You know, Harry has gone through a lot more of what you are feeling than you may have already guessed. Ron and Hermione have also experienced a lot and would most likely understand. I know you don't want them to judge you on your past. But, they didn't expect anything from Harry simply because he was the boy that lived. They can help you. Now, I would like you to tell me from the beginning how you came to find Arielle Shapiro in the first place." Andrea described her walk around the school grounds and then how she happened upon the girl and saved her, up until the point at which she fainted. As Andrea finished her story Dumbledore thought for a moment before asking, "Alright, but on another note; Andrea, who taught you that curse. It is not one easily learned. It takes a lot of power to master that and most people have someone teaching them." Andrea looked down at her hands, "Um, well I kind of just taught myself. I needed to, to protect myself." "Hmm," Dumbledore considered this for a few moments before standing. "Well, thank you very much Andrea. You were very brave and skillful to save Ms. Shapiro like that. I am sure her parents will be by soon to thank you, and herself when she is better. Needless to say you are excused from your detention tonight. More important issues came up. Rest well Ms. Wilde. I hope you are[pic] feeling better after a short rest. I am sure you need one." He smiled and left. Andrea was left alone to think over everything that was happening. She slowly drifted off to sleep.
AN: I am debating whether the next part I have writing fits into the main plot and whether or not to delete it. Hmmm. Oh and I have a request to make. Who do you think Andrea will or should end up with? Review and answer. I want to see how the reader views the situation, and maybe that will help my writing. Thanx!