(A/N: Hello everyone! I'll start with my thank-you's : ER, SolaStar,
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So here's chapter 10. I was wondering if you guys want me to sorta end the
story soon, or like keep going? I think I'm gonna end it in the next few
chapters maybe. My problem is I don't know how! I mean, Draco or Harry?
Please vote in your reviews!)
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A sweet, soft kiss in the rain, or ice-cold passion on a windy day? Hazel sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, reading a book on weather charms. It was Christmas Eve, and she still had not come to a decision. It was dark outside, and most people were in the Great Hall playing Wizard's Chess or just fooling around.
It was snowing outside, and windy; very cold. Indoors, the fire crackled as heat filled the cold castle walls. The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open, and Hermione walked in.
"Hello Hazel," she said.
"Oh, hi," Hazel replied, "Where have you been?"
"In the Great Hall getting beaten at chess by Ron."
"I should have guessed, who else would you be with?" Hazel teased her, laughing.
Hermione tried to look annoyed, but soon dissolved in a fit of giggles. Her parents had gone to Asia on December 1st, and wouldn't be returning until January, so Hermione had decided to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays.
The entrance swung open again to admit Harry and Ron, who were carrying set's of chess. Hermione screamed and ran up to her dormitory, but Ron followed her.
"Come on Hermione, I'll bet you win this time!" Ron yelled at her.
"Ron, go away, I don't want to play!" she yelled back, trying not to laugh. "You're not allowed in here!"
A door slammed, and muffled laughing could be heard. It sounded like a pillow fight.
Harry shook his head at the antics of his best friends, and sat on the couch beside Hazel.
"What are you up to?" he asked.
"Oh, just Charms homework," Hazel replied with a sigh.
"You want to do something fun?" Harry asked her, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean let's go outside. We can visit Hagrid or something."
"Um, okay. Just let me grab my coat." Hazel put on her silvery fur coat, and followed Harry down to the front doors.
They stepped outside, and stood there amongst the snowflakes.
"Why exactly are we going to see Hagrid?" Hazel inquired.
"We're not. We're going to the Quidditch pitch to see somebody else. He told me to meet him there."
Hazel wondered at this, but decided to follow Harry in silence. She shivered slightly, and rubbed her bare hands together.
"Cold?" asked Harry.
"Just my hands. I forgot to bring gloves," she replied.
"Here," said Harry, and took her hand in his own, which was just as cold. However, it seemed as if just by touching Harry, a kind of contented warmth flowed through her body. Neither one said anything, but Hazel had stopped shivering, and they continued walking, holding hands quietly.
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By the time they got to the Quidditch pitch, the wind had picked up, but it had stopped snowing. Harry leaned against one of the towers and waited. Soon there was a sound of padding paws as a huge black, shaggy dog walked up to him. Hazel was really confused at this point.
"Hello, Snuffles!" Harry greeted the dog. Then it transformed form a dog into a man.
"Hazel? Meet my god-father, Sirius Black."
"Pleased to meet you," said Sirius, shaking her hand. "I'm glad you came."
Hazel smiled at him. "Dumbledore told me about you. Where are you living now?"
"I'm actually staying with Remus Lupin," Sirius told both of them. "Harry? What I wanted to talk to you about is to do with You-know-who."
Harry looked at him, and waited.
"Well, it seems that he is gathering his servants to him, and waiting for something to happen," Sirius began. "Nobody knows what that is, but Harry, you have to be extra careful. The thing is, Luscius Malfoy is one of those Death Eaters, and there's no knowing what he might try. Remus and I think he might try to get you through his son, Draco. So just be careful around him, and stay aware."
Harry nodded, and turned to look at Hazel. She was gazing into the distance, and seemed to be thinking. "Hazel?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, looking back at Harry. "I was just thinking. Sirius?"
"Yes?"
"Tell my uncle I'll try my best to protect Harry. And give him a hug from me," she said.
It was Harry's turn to stare at her. "Your uncle?"
"Yes, Harry, Remus Lupin is my uncle. That's why I stayed in England when my parents were killed. But the Ministry wouldn't let me live with a werewolf, so I've just been sending him letters by my falcon, Charm."
"Okay, you two, that's all," said Sirius, and turned to go. "I'll tell your uncle what you said. Remember, Harry, be careful."
He gave Harry a hug, turned back into a dog, and ran off.
"Well that was interesting," Harry stated. "But why do you have to protect me?"
"Oh, that. Well, I sort of have connections, and I'm always around you, so I'm just here to help you if Voldemort ever shows up."
Harry stared at her, and she laughed.
"Whatever you say!" said Harry, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "We better get back inside before someone catches us out here."
They headed back into the castle. Far in the distance there was a high- pitch scream, and a bird took off from its perch. But nobody noticed, and Christmas was tomorrow. They would soon find out.
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Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: Oooo. Its getting exciting, huh? Don't worry, you'll find out what's going on by next chapter. For now, please REVIEW!!! And don't forget to vote for Harry or Draco! Thanks. Luv, flutterby)
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A sweet, soft kiss in the rain, or ice-cold passion on a windy day? Hazel sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, reading a book on weather charms. It was Christmas Eve, and she still had not come to a decision. It was dark outside, and most people were in the Great Hall playing Wizard's Chess or just fooling around.
It was snowing outside, and windy; very cold. Indoors, the fire crackled as heat filled the cold castle walls. The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open, and Hermione walked in.
"Hello Hazel," she said.
"Oh, hi," Hazel replied, "Where have you been?"
"In the Great Hall getting beaten at chess by Ron."
"I should have guessed, who else would you be with?" Hazel teased her, laughing.
Hermione tried to look annoyed, but soon dissolved in a fit of giggles. Her parents had gone to Asia on December 1st, and wouldn't be returning until January, so Hermione had decided to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays.
The entrance swung open again to admit Harry and Ron, who were carrying set's of chess. Hermione screamed and ran up to her dormitory, but Ron followed her.
"Come on Hermione, I'll bet you win this time!" Ron yelled at her.
"Ron, go away, I don't want to play!" she yelled back, trying not to laugh. "You're not allowed in here!"
A door slammed, and muffled laughing could be heard. It sounded like a pillow fight.
Harry shook his head at the antics of his best friends, and sat on the couch beside Hazel.
"What are you up to?" he asked.
"Oh, just Charms homework," Hazel replied with a sigh.
"You want to do something fun?" Harry asked her, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean let's go outside. We can visit Hagrid or something."
"Um, okay. Just let me grab my coat." Hazel put on her silvery fur coat, and followed Harry down to the front doors.
They stepped outside, and stood there amongst the snowflakes.
"Why exactly are we going to see Hagrid?" Hazel inquired.
"We're not. We're going to the Quidditch pitch to see somebody else. He told me to meet him there."
Hazel wondered at this, but decided to follow Harry in silence. She shivered slightly, and rubbed her bare hands together.
"Cold?" asked Harry.
"Just my hands. I forgot to bring gloves," she replied.
"Here," said Harry, and took her hand in his own, which was just as cold. However, it seemed as if just by touching Harry, a kind of contented warmth flowed through her body. Neither one said anything, but Hazel had stopped shivering, and they continued walking, holding hands quietly.
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By the time they got to the Quidditch pitch, the wind had picked up, but it had stopped snowing. Harry leaned against one of the towers and waited. Soon there was a sound of padding paws as a huge black, shaggy dog walked up to him. Hazel was really confused at this point.
"Hello, Snuffles!" Harry greeted the dog. Then it transformed form a dog into a man.
"Hazel? Meet my god-father, Sirius Black."
"Pleased to meet you," said Sirius, shaking her hand. "I'm glad you came."
Hazel smiled at him. "Dumbledore told me about you. Where are you living now?"
"I'm actually staying with Remus Lupin," Sirius told both of them. "Harry? What I wanted to talk to you about is to do with You-know-who."
Harry looked at him, and waited.
"Well, it seems that he is gathering his servants to him, and waiting for something to happen," Sirius began. "Nobody knows what that is, but Harry, you have to be extra careful. The thing is, Luscius Malfoy is one of those Death Eaters, and there's no knowing what he might try. Remus and I think he might try to get you through his son, Draco. So just be careful around him, and stay aware."
Harry nodded, and turned to look at Hazel. She was gazing into the distance, and seemed to be thinking. "Hazel?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, looking back at Harry. "I was just thinking. Sirius?"
"Yes?"
"Tell my uncle I'll try my best to protect Harry. And give him a hug from me," she said.
It was Harry's turn to stare at her. "Your uncle?"
"Yes, Harry, Remus Lupin is my uncle. That's why I stayed in England when my parents were killed. But the Ministry wouldn't let me live with a werewolf, so I've just been sending him letters by my falcon, Charm."
"Okay, you two, that's all," said Sirius, and turned to go. "I'll tell your uncle what you said. Remember, Harry, be careful."
He gave Harry a hug, turned back into a dog, and ran off.
"Well that was interesting," Harry stated. "But why do you have to protect me?"
"Oh, that. Well, I sort of have connections, and I'm always around you, so I'm just here to help you if Voldemort ever shows up."
Harry stared at her, and she laughed.
"Whatever you say!" said Harry, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "We better get back inside before someone catches us out here."
They headed back into the castle. Far in the distance there was a high- pitch scream, and a bird took off from its perch. But nobody noticed, and Christmas was tomorrow. They would soon find out.
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Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: Oooo. Its getting exciting, huh? Don't worry, you'll find out what's going on by next chapter. For now, please REVIEW!!! And don't forget to vote for Harry or Draco! Thanks. Luv, flutterby)