Author's Note: OK, here's another one and this one actually has something
interesting in it. The last one was just to warm up almost after a LONG ass
writers block. It's like if you haven't exercised in a while and need to
start out slow and work up to the harder stuff. And also, someone asked
about all those author's notes I had up. I deleted them, or most of them
because they were cluttering it and I thought they annoyed people. If you
look at the little chapters thingie, it would say like 26 chapters and 5 of
them were author's notes. I felt I was misleading people. Sorry if anyone
liked them, but they are irreplaceable; meaning I deleted them from my hard-
drive. I hate clutter. must cleanse computer of crap!!!!! Mwahahahahaha!!!!
Chapter Twenty-One
Andrea slept until 1 pm the next day, when she felt Hermione shake her awake violently. Hermione, Ron and Harry were all standing over her, seemingly upset and worried by her delayed rising. Andrea glanced at the wizard's clock on the wall before yawning and stretching her arms above her head.
"Geezus, what's the big deal?" She turned from one to the other, slightly amused that they all wore the same expression. "You all look so worried. Haven't you ever slept in before?" she questioned sitting up.
"Andie, we've been trying to wake you up since noon. You weren't responding at all. We thought you were..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "...that something bad happened," Hermione explained quietly.
Andrea felt annoyed at being disturbed from her slumber, and tried to remember what she had been dreaming of. She could only recapture bits and pieces of it though. It was a nightmare, a terrible, frightening dream. Andrea remembered that Ephraim had been in it. She shuddered at the thought. Her mother had been calling for her to come to her and help her, but the rest Andrea could not piece together. Damn, she knew that it had been important.
Andrea laughed a little, "Oh, yeah. I've always been a heavy sleeper, you should know that. One time I slept through an ambulance right outside my open window. It's insane!"
Ron stared at her. He didn't look convinced, "Maybe. But this was eerie, Andie! It wasn't your typical."
He would have continued but Andrea - who had decided she no longer wanted to discuss it - pushed the covers away from her body and stood up right at that moment revealing her clad in nothing but her undergarments.
Needless to say both boys were stunned beyond words and could do nothing more than gawk. Hermione was quite stunned at Andrea's openness as well, and was also left speechless. Andrea stretched and yawned, smirking at them.
"Andie!" Harry exclaimed, shocked.
"If you really didn't want to see it, you would not have come into the girl's dormitories, now would you?" she began to strut over to her closet casually, but stopped short of it and turned around again. She couldn't help but be amused by the boys' gaze following her. She added jokingly to them, "and don't pretend you don't like it. I know you want me."
Hermione finally sobered up and reprimanded the boys for staring. She then proceeded to instruct them to turn around.
"Oh, no need Hermione. You all have to realize that I am very open around my friends. And you are my friends, or at least I think you are," She gave them a small smile while they nodded that they were in fact her friend's (Harry's nod a little more vigorous than the other two). She continued, "I mean, the human body is a beautiful thing, why should one guard it so religiously from the gaze of even those closest to them?"
"That's actually a good point," Hermione agreed, withdrawing a surprised look from Ron and Harry. She stepped back and looked at them, slightly annoyed. "What? You all act like I am a huge prude or something!"
"Um, Mione, you are," Harry said smiling. He gave a little laugh as she glared at him.
Hermione picked up one of Andrea's slipper and threw it at him. Harry winced in pain as the slipper that Hermione had thrown hit his scar.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried, rushing to his side, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hit your scar. Are you alright?" Ron looked over worriedly, and also went to his friend's side as Andrea cautiously strode closer to him, but still remained a few feet away.
"No, it wasn't your fault Hermione. It's stinging..." He broke off, wincing and rubbing his scar. "...that only happens when Voldemort is around."
Andrea visibly paled and frantically searched the room as if expecting him to appear right there. She slowly backed up against the closet door and looked out the window, searching for a distraction. In a moment that passed so quickly that Andrea debated whether it had even happened she saw the translucent green outline of a Dark Mark hovering over the forbidden forest. As suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared and Andrea was left shaking uncontrollably, eyes wide and staring at the spot where she thought she saw it.
Maybe I just imagined it...?
She quickly dismissed that idea though. It was too coincidental. Harry's scar hurting, the Dark Mark, her, Hogwarts. Voldemort was bound to try something with this dangerous combination.
Why haven't I thought of this before? He will probably try to use me to get to Harry, and maybe even Dumbledore. Well he won't be able to. I will resist and defy him even if it kills me. He has no power over me. My will is as strong as his and my kingdom as great. (AN. Sorry I simply could not resist putting that in. I saw the Labyrinth again last night) She thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by another voice in her head.
Are you sure about that?
Andrea decided to ignore the logical part of her brain and turned her attention back to her friends whom she realized were staring at her. How long had she been thinking to herself?
"Andie...you look terrified," Hermione exclaimed, tilting her head to get a better look at Andrea's pale face.
"It's alright," Harry reassured walking over to her and reaching out to touch her on the shoulder. Andrea involuntarily flinched away from his hand. Harry drew back his hand, slightly offended but mostly embarrassed. He pretended as though it didn't bother him, though. "It happens often, and it may not mean anything at all....Plus, even if Vol...I'm sorry...I mean You-Know-Who were to come here, I am sure me, Ron and Hermione could defeat him again. There's no need to worry." He didn't try to touch her again, just offered a reassuring smile.
The other two nodded in agreement.
"Don't." Andrea stated quietly.
Harry looked at her, slightly perplexed. "Don't what?"
"Don't call him You-Know-Who. Call him by his name. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of people fearing his name."
Harry smiled at her again, relief spreading across his (A.N. BEAUTIFUL) features. "Oh, alright. I wasn't sure if you were comfortable with people calling him Voldemort or not."
"No."
All three of them stared at her, confusion written over their faces, "No?"
"Not Voldemort. Thomas. Call him by is real name - Thomas Riddle. Or better yet, just Tom or Riddle. I say, belittle him as much as possible. Tommy Boy might piss him off...," Andrea smiled at the thought of how Voldemort might react to the nickname she had chosen for him.
Then she fell into a fit of hysterics, which was only heightened when she realized she was still in her bra and underwear. The others were soon laughing along with her, though they didn't know why.
Finally, when the laughing had subsided, the four stood there trying to catch their breath.
"So, who's going to help me decide what to wear today?" She tried to change the subject as fast as possible.
Author's Note: Alright, that was short too, but still longer than the last. Still warming up. I would also like to give much much much credit to my wonderful editor Charlotte (aka Miya Tomori). She has no problems with critiquing whenever she sees fit. Thanks a bunch baberz!
Chapter Twenty-One
Andrea slept until 1 pm the next day, when she felt Hermione shake her awake violently. Hermione, Ron and Harry were all standing over her, seemingly upset and worried by her delayed rising. Andrea glanced at the wizard's clock on the wall before yawning and stretching her arms above her head.
"Geezus, what's the big deal?" She turned from one to the other, slightly amused that they all wore the same expression. "You all look so worried. Haven't you ever slept in before?" she questioned sitting up.
"Andie, we've been trying to wake you up since noon. You weren't responding at all. We thought you were..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "...that something bad happened," Hermione explained quietly.
Andrea felt annoyed at being disturbed from her slumber, and tried to remember what she had been dreaming of. She could only recapture bits and pieces of it though. It was a nightmare, a terrible, frightening dream. Andrea remembered that Ephraim had been in it. She shuddered at the thought. Her mother had been calling for her to come to her and help her, but the rest Andrea could not piece together. Damn, she knew that it had been important.
Andrea laughed a little, "Oh, yeah. I've always been a heavy sleeper, you should know that. One time I slept through an ambulance right outside my open window. It's insane!"
Ron stared at her. He didn't look convinced, "Maybe. But this was eerie, Andie! It wasn't your typical."
He would have continued but Andrea - who had decided she no longer wanted to discuss it - pushed the covers away from her body and stood up right at that moment revealing her clad in nothing but her undergarments.
Needless to say both boys were stunned beyond words and could do nothing more than gawk. Hermione was quite stunned at Andrea's openness as well, and was also left speechless. Andrea stretched and yawned, smirking at them.
"Andie!" Harry exclaimed, shocked.
"If you really didn't want to see it, you would not have come into the girl's dormitories, now would you?" she began to strut over to her closet casually, but stopped short of it and turned around again. She couldn't help but be amused by the boys' gaze following her. She added jokingly to them, "and don't pretend you don't like it. I know you want me."
Hermione finally sobered up and reprimanded the boys for staring. She then proceeded to instruct them to turn around.
"Oh, no need Hermione. You all have to realize that I am very open around my friends. And you are my friends, or at least I think you are," She gave them a small smile while they nodded that they were in fact her friend's (Harry's nod a little more vigorous than the other two). She continued, "I mean, the human body is a beautiful thing, why should one guard it so religiously from the gaze of even those closest to them?"
"That's actually a good point," Hermione agreed, withdrawing a surprised look from Ron and Harry. She stepped back and looked at them, slightly annoyed. "What? You all act like I am a huge prude or something!"
"Um, Mione, you are," Harry said smiling. He gave a little laugh as she glared at him.
Hermione picked up one of Andrea's slipper and threw it at him. Harry winced in pain as the slipper that Hermione had thrown hit his scar.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried, rushing to his side, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hit your scar. Are you alright?" Ron looked over worriedly, and also went to his friend's side as Andrea cautiously strode closer to him, but still remained a few feet away.
"No, it wasn't your fault Hermione. It's stinging..." He broke off, wincing and rubbing his scar. "...that only happens when Voldemort is around."
Andrea visibly paled and frantically searched the room as if expecting him to appear right there. She slowly backed up against the closet door and looked out the window, searching for a distraction. In a moment that passed so quickly that Andrea debated whether it had even happened she saw the translucent green outline of a Dark Mark hovering over the forbidden forest. As suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared and Andrea was left shaking uncontrollably, eyes wide and staring at the spot where she thought she saw it.
Maybe I just imagined it...?
She quickly dismissed that idea though. It was too coincidental. Harry's scar hurting, the Dark Mark, her, Hogwarts. Voldemort was bound to try something with this dangerous combination.
Why haven't I thought of this before? He will probably try to use me to get to Harry, and maybe even Dumbledore. Well he won't be able to. I will resist and defy him even if it kills me. He has no power over me. My will is as strong as his and my kingdom as great. (AN. Sorry I simply could not resist putting that in. I saw the Labyrinth again last night) She thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by another voice in her head.
Are you sure about that?
Andrea decided to ignore the logical part of her brain and turned her attention back to her friends whom she realized were staring at her. How long had she been thinking to herself?
"Andie...you look terrified," Hermione exclaimed, tilting her head to get a better look at Andrea's pale face.
"It's alright," Harry reassured walking over to her and reaching out to touch her on the shoulder. Andrea involuntarily flinched away from his hand. Harry drew back his hand, slightly offended but mostly embarrassed. He pretended as though it didn't bother him, though. "It happens often, and it may not mean anything at all....Plus, even if Vol...I'm sorry...I mean You-Know-Who were to come here, I am sure me, Ron and Hermione could defeat him again. There's no need to worry." He didn't try to touch her again, just offered a reassuring smile.
The other two nodded in agreement.
"Don't." Andrea stated quietly.
Harry looked at her, slightly perplexed. "Don't what?"
"Don't call him You-Know-Who. Call him by his name. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of people fearing his name."
Harry smiled at her again, relief spreading across his (A.N. BEAUTIFUL) features. "Oh, alright. I wasn't sure if you were comfortable with people calling him Voldemort or not."
"No."
All three of them stared at her, confusion written over their faces, "No?"
"Not Voldemort. Thomas. Call him by is real name - Thomas Riddle. Or better yet, just Tom or Riddle. I say, belittle him as much as possible. Tommy Boy might piss him off...," Andrea smiled at the thought of how Voldemort might react to the nickname she had chosen for him.
Then she fell into a fit of hysterics, which was only heightened when she realized she was still in her bra and underwear. The others were soon laughing along with her, though they didn't know why.
Finally, when the laughing had subsided, the four stood there trying to catch their breath.
"So, who's going to help me decide what to wear today?" She tried to change the subject as fast as possible.
Author's Note: Alright, that was short too, but still longer than the last. Still warming up. I would also like to give much much much credit to my wonderful editor Charlotte (aka Miya Tomori). She has no problems with critiquing whenever she sees fit. Thanks a bunch baberz!