A/N: ok. Here it is. After so long. I am sooooo sorry! I was lazy to write
it and I couldn't think of anything to put in it! I'm sorry. I'm a total
couch potato. Anyway, here it is.
Disclaimer: I only own Colette and Christian
It was Friday night at the Gryffindor common room. Harry, Ron and Hermione were the only ones doing their weekend homework. The rest of the Gryffindor were playing Exploding Snap, watching Fred and George set off another micro-bomb, or sleeping in their dorms. In Hermione's case, it was normal to be doing homework at the beginning of the weekend but for Harry and Ron, they got quite a few questioning looks.
"Hey you two! Come watch Neville! He's about to eat a Canary Cream!" Dean said in an excited whisper.
"Not now Dean." Harry said quickly.
"Are you alright Harry? Have you eaten anything unfamiliar?" Seamus asked with his eyes wide open.
"It could have been a slice of the twins' Crabby Custard!" Dean said.
"Isn't it Cranky Cake? Well Percy had about four slices once and he almost- "Seamus said but Harry interrupted.
"Alright! That's enough. You two, listen up." Harry said and whispered to them: I'M GOING TO HOGSMEADE WITH COLETTE LAWRENCE TOMORROW.
All of a sudden, Dean and Seamus started acting like incredibly proud parents (with a lot of hugging and back patting) and slowly backed away with looks of sheer admiration towards Harry.
"I honestly don't see anything wrong with doing homework at this time." Hermione said, insulted.
"Well of course you don't Mione." Ron said with a grin.
"And what is that supposed to mean Mr. I-am-an-expert-at-potions-reports?" Hermione asked as Ron stared down at his blank piece of parchment.
"Hermione, I just don't understand why we have to submit it on Saturday instead of Monday." Ron said, switching to a depressed mood. "I mean, he said last Monday that we have a week to do it and if my memory serves me right, a week equals seven days."
"Ron, he probably meant a week of school, so five days. You know Snape would do anything to make us suffer.
"Well you do have a point." Ron said and went back to his homework.
As Hermione finished up, she gazed at Harry whose quill was running across his Charms essay so fast it looked like it was going to catch fire. Then her thoughts went to the time when she was still "with" him. (FLASHBACK)
"C'mon Hermione, I'll buy you a butterbeer." Harry had said as he pulled her through Hogsmeade.
"But Harry, this isn't the way to Three Broomsticks. Where are you taking me?!" Hermione had asked.
They stopped in front of a brick wall and Harry knocked on it. There was an old man's voice that replied and said: "Yes? Who is it?" Then Harry had said "Its me Mr. Agnelli! Harry." Part of the wall then became slightly lighter in color and it looked like to be about the size of a door. Harry walked through it (reminiscent of the to platform 9 ¾) and pulled Hermione with him. The large room appeared to be some sort of specialty bookstore. Half was devoted to rare books in the magical world and the other, to muggle books.
"Uh, you can just walk around 'Mione. I'll see you in the nursery rhymes section." Harry had said. Harry then went up to the register to Mr. Agnelli.
"Do you have it?" Harry asked.
"Ah si. Yes Harry. Here you go." And Mr. Agnelli handed him a package wrapped in brown paper. "Good luck!" Mr. Agnelli had said as Harry made his way to the nursery rhymes section where there were many large pillows on the floor to sit on. Hermione was already waiting there reading Cinderella with a big smile on her face.
"This place is wonderful Harry. How did you find out about it?"
"Well Mr. Agnelli is an old friend.of Si-Snuffles."
"Oh." Hermione had said and gazed around as if she was in heaven.
"Uh, Hermione.this is for you." Harry had said and handed her the package. She slowly unwrapped it (as Harry waited nervously) while saying, "You didn't have to do this Harry. I mean, I saw how much the books cost here. A lot."
Inside the package was an immensely thick book but as Hermione lifted it out of the box, it weighed less than half of what it looked. On the cover it said: Spells Over The Centuries: A compilation of 98% of the spells known to wizard kind. By A. Flitwick. Hermione couldn't help it. She was overcome with tears.
"How did you find this Harry? Its such a rare book. It must have cost you a fortune! How much was it? Let me try to pay you back!"
"Hermione calm down. Snuffles told me about this place. I described you to Mr. Agnelli and he found that. He said: This will blow her away. It's the last copy. It will be perfect for Hermione..Hermione..Hermione..
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry said in chorus. (END OF FLACHBACK. Duh!!)
"Look what you did to your assignment." Ron said and pointed to a large blotch of ink on her Arithmancy worksheet where her quill had been perched. Luckily, it was no where near her actual answers so she simply cut the area off.
When they were all through, the three went up to their dormitories. Hermione lay in her bed, thinking. What if she and Harry had never parted ways? Would her life be better? She didn't know. In a away, she wasn't ready to answer all of those questions yet. As she lay there, a pary of Hermione wished to be with Harry again. But she promised herself a long time ago that she would never regret giving up on him. But it was difficult. Out of the frustration of not want ing to dwell on Harry, she shifted her thoughts to the next day, to Colette. Surprisingly, Hermione wasn't jealous of the fact that Harry fancied Colette. She was only a tad envious that all the other boys fancied her too. Hermione needed someone to run to. She shook her head as her thoughts were drawing closer to Harry again. She tried again to think of someone who was opposite to her and yet, similar in some ways. Nothing came. Hermione finally gave up two minutes later and fell asleep.
"Ron! Ron! Wake up!" Harry asked at six in the morning. Fortunately for Dean, Seamus and Neville, they were all heavy sleepers but Ron wasn't so lucky.
"Harry is must be five in the morning. Get back to sleep!" Ron moaned.
"Well actually, it's six. Get up!" Harry said while shaking Ron's shoulder roughly.
"Harry you do not, I repeat, do NOT need two hours to prepare for Hogsmeade today. Besides, Christian will be there. I'm sure he'll notice that you are madly in love with her." Ron said through a big yawn. "And I'm also sure that Christian is one of those overprotective brothers. You better watch it Harry."
"But Ron! I have a huge problem! I-"
"Well I'm sure its nothing you can't handle." Ron said and fell asleep.
"You're not even paying attention. I cant find my pouch of money!" Harry whined.
"WHAT! Harry you can't take Colette to Hogsmeade broke!" Ron yelled like a human Howler as he stood up and punched Harry's arm.
"Ouch! Ron, I just don't know where I put it! I always keep it on my dresser and its not there!"
"Maybe its in your trunk!" Ron said frantically.
"I've checked there! I've checked everywhere!" Harry said whining softly.
"I've got it! Just use the Summoning Charm!" Ron said proudly. "You know, I get so many good ideas after I wake up."
"Right. Okay, shut up for a second, I need to concentrate." Harry said as he took his wand from his pocket.
"Alright." Harry said to himself as he took a few deep breaths. "Accio money pouch!" The two boys waited and Harry slowly opened his right eye, then the left.
"Well, where is it Ron?!" Harry said, frustrated.
"I don't know! You're the one who cast the spell!"
"Aaaaahhhh!" They both heard a faint scream.
"Who was that?
"Ron! I am looking for a pouch of money and you're worried about some little yelp? Its probably just a second year or something." Harry said angrily.
After that the two of them started to get into an intense and very ridiculous argument. Soon after, Hermione opened the door.
"What's going on?" Hermione tried to get the boys' attention.
"Hermione go away!"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that Harry!"
"Why not? You aren't his mother!"
"Ron! You are so childish!" Then Ginny came in, smiled and asked Hermione what was going on.
"I don't know. They're having another argument." Hermione said through a sigh.
"Oh. Okay. Well could you just tell Harry that his flying money pouch almost hit me in the head. I guess it fell out of his pocket last night. I left it by the bulletin board." Ginny said calmly.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, eyes wider as he turned his head toward Ginny suddenly.
"Your money pouch. Its in the common room. Anyway, I have to go. Have fun today!" Ginny said cheerfully and left the room.
"Well there you go. At least your spell worked!" Ron said as Harry let out an annoyed yell as Hermione stood by the door in confusion.
The lively Hogsmeade energy was flying around the village as Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived. They were one of the first ones to arrive there. Harry eagerly wanted to go around the village a few times to find places to take Colette to. They had about two hours until they were supposed to meet Colette and Christian, and Hermione was not going to follow Harry around for that long. She went into Three Broomsticks and drank warm butterbeer to kill time.
Harry went around town by himself as Ron wasted his money on sweets at Honeydukes. He walked quietly down an alley and found himself standing before a familiar brick wall. He stood there for a while, not because he was considering taking Colette there but because he started to play back his memories of when he first took Hermione to Mr. Agnelli's. The sound of Mr. Agnelli's voice as he wished Harry good luck, Hermione's eyes as she gazed around happily, and her smile, as he gave her that book. Thinking about those things always made him happy but after a while, he would slip into pain and regret. Harry stood there for a long time, staring at the wall with a black expression on his face. It seemed like a dome had been placed over him. Nothing was left but him and the doorway to so many memories. He was shut out of the world. He didn't realize that Ron was behind him, asking him a question until he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Have you found a place to take her yet?"
"Ron! Well actually.I was thinking about."
"And what are you doing standing in front of that wall?"
"Nothing Ron. I was just, you know, thinking."
"Oh ok. Hey do you want a sugar quill? Honeydukes is on sale today! I got tons of sweets. I think I went a little overboard though." Ron said as he held up an extremely large paper bag full of every single type of wizard candy imaginable. Ron and Harry made a few more rounds before going to Three Broomsticks to join Hermione. Apparently Hermione had quite a few butterbeers while waiting. But she was so bored (and annoyed) that whenever Madaam Rosmerta would go off to help a customer, Hermione would reach over the bar and grab a bottle of Firewhiskey and pour some into her mug. When the two boys walked into the noisy café they were greeted by a tipsy girl with curly hair.
"Aah! You've *hiccup* finally decided to join me."
"Hermione? Are you feeling alright?" Harry asked.
"No! You're sweater doesn't look too tight! Actually, you look very hot in it Harry. Very hot *hiccup* indeed."
"I'm going to go and talk to Madaam Rosmerta." Ron said.
"Okay. Hermione, you've got to sit down. Colette will be here any minute and-" Harry said as if he was speaking to a toddler but was interrupted.
"That's all you care about isn't it? Ms. Colette Lawrence: Hogwarts heartthrob. New student with that SEXY French twang."
Harry started to panic as people started staring at the two gryffindors. He did the only thing he could do.
"Ron!!!!" Harry yelled shakily as Hermione continued blabbing on and making a scene. Ron walked up to the two of the of them with Madaam Rosmerta.
"Do something please!" Harry said as he started to whip his head around every time the door would open.
"Well.I.I." Madaam Rosmerta was in too much of a shock to think of anything. She couldn't understand why Hermione was acting so differently. Neither could everyone else in Three Broomsticks.
"I don't know what could have caused her to act like this!" Madaam Rosmerta said.
"Firewhiskey you fool! You should put it where no one else can get to it next time!" Hermione said as she started to have a headache.
"Yup. Firewhiskey alright." Ron said as he held up the empty bottle. Just as he said that, Colette and Christian had walked in.
"Colette!" Harry said nervously, fixing his hair and straightening up his sweater.
"Hi Harry, Ron, Hermione. This is my brother Christian." She said politely.
Christian smiled at Harry and Ron as they greeted him but Hermione remained silent. He decided to greet her first.
"Hi."
"Oh hello.Christian. Well Harry, are we going to stay here for the rest of the day or were you planning on being nice for once?" Hermione was too tipsy anymore but was still thinking the same things.
"Uh yeah.lets go!" Harry said as quickly as he could. He led everyone out and they started walking around, browsing here and there. There wasn't much conversation between Harry and Colette, much to his disappointment. But, the three boys were talking very animatedly. Ron was of course, constantly bringing up Quidditch yet Harry kept asking Christian about Colette. He didn't pay too much attention to it. He trusted Colette and trusted himself to break some if Harry tried anything with her.
Colette didn't mind walking around without speaking to anyone. She enjoyed being alone most of the time. Not that she was a loner but because she was one to think on ponder. No one really understood why she thought deeply about things too much. Her friends would always ask her what there was to think about. If only they knew.(A/N: *grins demonically*)
The five students walked into the bookstore as it got colder outside. A little bell rang as Christian pushed the door open. Everyone parted ways and went to their favorite sections. Ron and Christian immediately ran off to look at the new issue if Which Broomstick. Hermione went to the Arithmancy section, as always. Colette went to the poetry section and Harry.decided to follow her. Harry hid behind a nearby shelf and watched Colette immerse herself in the world of wizard poetry. Just as he started to drift off and gawk at her hair, he heard a tiny bell ring and he was suddenly sucked out of his fantasies. Instead, he heard a loud scream in his head, a scream he knew all to well and wished he didn't. He couldn't reach for his wand in time. The dementor was almost beside him and his mother's voice was louder and seemed more real than ever before. He tried to yell but nothing came out. Colette was not affected as much as Harry was. She noticed Harry covering his ears and shaking violently. She immediately grabbed him and pulled him as far a way from the dementor as she could. She found a store room and took him inside and shut the door. The two were at a safe distance and the dementor's effect on Colette had already worn off. She let him sit down on a pile of dusty books then started searching her pockets. Harry was still shaking very hard and was rocking back and forth in a fetal position.
"Harry, breathe. Its okay, its okay. You're fine now." Colette said as she handed him a piece of chocolate that she found in her pocket.
Harry slowly took a tiny bite but continued to rock. He had broken into a cold sweat and was starting to lose his balance. Colette started to rub his back to make him feel better and also to prevent him from falling over. She heard a crash from just outside the door and a few bad memories started to play in her mind. She took a look at Harry and saw that he had his hands on his ears once again and was breathing very quickly. The dementor was moving deeper into the store and closer to them. Colette didn't know what to do. She glanced again at Harry and saw so much pain on his face. "He must have horrible memories." She thought. Then, just as Colette started to feel like fainting, Harry looked up at her. "Please." He said softly. He looked at her like he was begging her to help him. To pull him out of his agony. Tears started to fall down his pale face. But she couldn't think of anything to do. "Harry, I-" but he interrupted her and said "No more." Before fainting.
A/N: there u go!! Took me so long to type it up. Please review and tell me what you think! Ill try to update sooner next time. R/R!!
Disclaimer: I only own Colette and Christian
It was Friday night at the Gryffindor common room. Harry, Ron and Hermione were the only ones doing their weekend homework. The rest of the Gryffindor were playing Exploding Snap, watching Fred and George set off another micro-bomb, or sleeping in their dorms. In Hermione's case, it was normal to be doing homework at the beginning of the weekend but for Harry and Ron, they got quite a few questioning looks.
"Hey you two! Come watch Neville! He's about to eat a Canary Cream!" Dean said in an excited whisper.
"Not now Dean." Harry said quickly.
"Are you alright Harry? Have you eaten anything unfamiliar?" Seamus asked with his eyes wide open.
"It could have been a slice of the twins' Crabby Custard!" Dean said.
"Isn't it Cranky Cake? Well Percy had about four slices once and he almost- "Seamus said but Harry interrupted.
"Alright! That's enough. You two, listen up." Harry said and whispered to them: I'M GOING TO HOGSMEADE WITH COLETTE LAWRENCE TOMORROW.
All of a sudden, Dean and Seamus started acting like incredibly proud parents (with a lot of hugging and back patting) and slowly backed away with looks of sheer admiration towards Harry.
"I honestly don't see anything wrong with doing homework at this time." Hermione said, insulted.
"Well of course you don't Mione." Ron said with a grin.
"And what is that supposed to mean Mr. I-am-an-expert-at-potions-reports?" Hermione asked as Ron stared down at his blank piece of parchment.
"Hermione, I just don't understand why we have to submit it on Saturday instead of Monday." Ron said, switching to a depressed mood. "I mean, he said last Monday that we have a week to do it and if my memory serves me right, a week equals seven days."
"Ron, he probably meant a week of school, so five days. You know Snape would do anything to make us suffer.
"Well you do have a point." Ron said and went back to his homework.
As Hermione finished up, she gazed at Harry whose quill was running across his Charms essay so fast it looked like it was going to catch fire. Then her thoughts went to the time when she was still "with" him. (FLASHBACK)
"C'mon Hermione, I'll buy you a butterbeer." Harry had said as he pulled her through Hogsmeade.
"But Harry, this isn't the way to Three Broomsticks. Where are you taking me?!" Hermione had asked.
They stopped in front of a brick wall and Harry knocked on it. There was an old man's voice that replied and said: "Yes? Who is it?" Then Harry had said "Its me Mr. Agnelli! Harry." Part of the wall then became slightly lighter in color and it looked like to be about the size of a door. Harry walked through it (reminiscent of the to platform 9 ¾) and pulled Hermione with him. The large room appeared to be some sort of specialty bookstore. Half was devoted to rare books in the magical world and the other, to muggle books.
"Uh, you can just walk around 'Mione. I'll see you in the nursery rhymes section." Harry had said. Harry then went up to the register to Mr. Agnelli.
"Do you have it?" Harry asked.
"Ah si. Yes Harry. Here you go." And Mr. Agnelli handed him a package wrapped in brown paper. "Good luck!" Mr. Agnelli had said as Harry made his way to the nursery rhymes section where there were many large pillows on the floor to sit on. Hermione was already waiting there reading Cinderella with a big smile on her face.
"This place is wonderful Harry. How did you find out about it?"
"Well Mr. Agnelli is an old friend.of Si-Snuffles."
"Oh." Hermione had said and gazed around as if she was in heaven.
"Uh, Hermione.this is for you." Harry had said and handed her the package. She slowly unwrapped it (as Harry waited nervously) while saying, "You didn't have to do this Harry. I mean, I saw how much the books cost here. A lot."
Inside the package was an immensely thick book but as Hermione lifted it out of the box, it weighed less than half of what it looked. On the cover it said: Spells Over The Centuries: A compilation of 98% of the spells known to wizard kind. By A. Flitwick. Hermione couldn't help it. She was overcome with tears.
"How did you find this Harry? Its such a rare book. It must have cost you a fortune! How much was it? Let me try to pay you back!"
"Hermione calm down. Snuffles told me about this place. I described you to Mr. Agnelli and he found that. He said: This will blow her away. It's the last copy. It will be perfect for Hermione..Hermione..Hermione..
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry said in chorus. (END OF FLACHBACK. Duh!!)
"Look what you did to your assignment." Ron said and pointed to a large blotch of ink on her Arithmancy worksheet where her quill had been perched. Luckily, it was no where near her actual answers so she simply cut the area off.
When they were all through, the three went up to their dormitories. Hermione lay in her bed, thinking. What if she and Harry had never parted ways? Would her life be better? She didn't know. In a away, she wasn't ready to answer all of those questions yet. As she lay there, a pary of Hermione wished to be with Harry again. But she promised herself a long time ago that she would never regret giving up on him. But it was difficult. Out of the frustration of not want ing to dwell on Harry, she shifted her thoughts to the next day, to Colette. Surprisingly, Hermione wasn't jealous of the fact that Harry fancied Colette. She was only a tad envious that all the other boys fancied her too. Hermione needed someone to run to. She shook her head as her thoughts were drawing closer to Harry again. She tried again to think of someone who was opposite to her and yet, similar in some ways. Nothing came. Hermione finally gave up two minutes later and fell asleep.
"Ron! Ron! Wake up!" Harry asked at six in the morning. Fortunately for Dean, Seamus and Neville, they were all heavy sleepers but Ron wasn't so lucky.
"Harry is must be five in the morning. Get back to sleep!" Ron moaned.
"Well actually, it's six. Get up!" Harry said while shaking Ron's shoulder roughly.
"Harry you do not, I repeat, do NOT need two hours to prepare for Hogsmeade today. Besides, Christian will be there. I'm sure he'll notice that you are madly in love with her." Ron said through a big yawn. "And I'm also sure that Christian is one of those overprotective brothers. You better watch it Harry."
"But Ron! I have a huge problem! I-"
"Well I'm sure its nothing you can't handle." Ron said and fell asleep.
"You're not even paying attention. I cant find my pouch of money!" Harry whined.
"WHAT! Harry you can't take Colette to Hogsmeade broke!" Ron yelled like a human Howler as he stood up and punched Harry's arm.
"Ouch! Ron, I just don't know where I put it! I always keep it on my dresser and its not there!"
"Maybe its in your trunk!" Ron said frantically.
"I've checked there! I've checked everywhere!" Harry said whining softly.
"I've got it! Just use the Summoning Charm!" Ron said proudly. "You know, I get so many good ideas after I wake up."
"Right. Okay, shut up for a second, I need to concentrate." Harry said as he took his wand from his pocket.
"Alright." Harry said to himself as he took a few deep breaths. "Accio money pouch!" The two boys waited and Harry slowly opened his right eye, then the left.
"Well, where is it Ron?!" Harry said, frustrated.
"I don't know! You're the one who cast the spell!"
"Aaaaahhhh!" They both heard a faint scream.
"Who was that?
"Ron! I am looking for a pouch of money and you're worried about some little yelp? Its probably just a second year or something." Harry said angrily.
After that the two of them started to get into an intense and very ridiculous argument. Soon after, Hermione opened the door.
"What's going on?" Hermione tried to get the boys' attention.
"Hermione go away!"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that Harry!"
"Why not? You aren't his mother!"
"Ron! You are so childish!" Then Ginny came in, smiled and asked Hermione what was going on.
"I don't know. They're having another argument." Hermione said through a sigh.
"Oh. Okay. Well could you just tell Harry that his flying money pouch almost hit me in the head. I guess it fell out of his pocket last night. I left it by the bulletin board." Ginny said calmly.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, eyes wider as he turned his head toward Ginny suddenly.
"Your money pouch. Its in the common room. Anyway, I have to go. Have fun today!" Ginny said cheerfully and left the room.
"Well there you go. At least your spell worked!" Ron said as Harry let out an annoyed yell as Hermione stood by the door in confusion.
The lively Hogsmeade energy was flying around the village as Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived. They were one of the first ones to arrive there. Harry eagerly wanted to go around the village a few times to find places to take Colette to. They had about two hours until they were supposed to meet Colette and Christian, and Hermione was not going to follow Harry around for that long. She went into Three Broomsticks and drank warm butterbeer to kill time.
Harry went around town by himself as Ron wasted his money on sweets at Honeydukes. He walked quietly down an alley and found himself standing before a familiar brick wall. He stood there for a while, not because he was considering taking Colette there but because he started to play back his memories of when he first took Hermione to Mr. Agnelli's. The sound of Mr. Agnelli's voice as he wished Harry good luck, Hermione's eyes as she gazed around happily, and her smile, as he gave her that book. Thinking about those things always made him happy but after a while, he would slip into pain and regret. Harry stood there for a long time, staring at the wall with a black expression on his face. It seemed like a dome had been placed over him. Nothing was left but him and the doorway to so many memories. He was shut out of the world. He didn't realize that Ron was behind him, asking him a question until he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Have you found a place to take her yet?"
"Ron! Well actually.I was thinking about."
"And what are you doing standing in front of that wall?"
"Nothing Ron. I was just, you know, thinking."
"Oh ok. Hey do you want a sugar quill? Honeydukes is on sale today! I got tons of sweets. I think I went a little overboard though." Ron said as he held up an extremely large paper bag full of every single type of wizard candy imaginable. Ron and Harry made a few more rounds before going to Three Broomsticks to join Hermione. Apparently Hermione had quite a few butterbeers while waiting. But she was so bored (and annoyed) that whenever Madaam Rosmerta would go off to help a customer, Hermione would reach over the bar and grab a bottle of Firewhiskey and pour some into her mug. When the two boys walked into the noisy café they were greeted by a tipsy girl with curly hair.
"Aah! You've *hiccup* finally decided to join me."
"Hermione? Are you feeling alright?" Harry asked.
"No! You're sweater doesn't look too tight! Actually, you look very hot in it Harry. Very hot *hiccup* indeed."
"I'm going to go and talk to Madaam Rosmerta." Ron said.
"Okay. Hermione, you've got to sit down. Colette will be here any minute and-" Harry said as if he was speaking to a toddler but was interrupted.
"That's all you care about isn't it? Ms. Colette Lawrence: Hogwarts heartthrob. New student with that SEXY French twang."
Harry started to panic as people started staring at the two gryffindors. He did the only thing he could do.
"Ron!!!!" Harry yelled shakily as Hermione continued blabbing on and making a scene. Ron walked up to the two of the of them with Madaam Rosmerta.
"Do something please!" Harry said as he started to whip his head around every time the door would open.
"Well.I.I." Madaam Rosmerta was in too much of a shock to think of anything. She couldn't understand why Hermione was acting so differently. Neither could everyone else in Three Broomsticks.
"I don't know what could have caused her to act like this!" Madaam Rosmerta said.
"Firewhiskey you fool! You should put it where no one else can get to it next time!" Hermione said as she started to have a headache.
"Yup. Firewhiskey alright." Ron said as he held up the empty bottle. Just as he said that, Colette and Christian had walked in.
"Colette!" Harry said nervously, fixing his hair and straightening up his sweater.
"Hi Harry, Ron, Hermione. This is my brother Christian." She said politely.
Christian smiled at Harry and Ron as they greeted him but Hermione remained silent. He decided to greet her first.
"Hi."
"Oh hello.Christian. Well Harry, are we going to stay here for the rest of the day or were you planning on being nice for once?" Hermione was too tipsy anymore but was still thinking the same things.
"Uh yeah.lets go!" Harry said as quickly as he could. He led everyone out and they started walking around, browsing here and there. There wasn't much conversation between Harry and Colette, much to his disappointment. But, the three boys were talking very animatedly. Ron was of course, constantly bringing up Quidditch yet Harry kept asking Christian about Colette. He didn't pay too much attention to it. He trusted Colette and trusted himself to break some if Harry tried anything with her.
Colette didn't mind walking around without speaking to anyone. She enjoyed being alone most of the time. Not that she was a loner but because she was one to think on ponder. No one really understood why she thought deeply about things too much. Her friends would always ask her what there was to think about. If only they knew.(A/N: *grins demonically*)
The five students walked into the bookstore as it got colder outside. A little bell rang as Christian pushed the door open. Everyone parted ways and went to their favorite sections. Ron and Christian immediately ran off to look at the new issue if Which Broomstick. Hermione went to the Arithmancy section, as always. Colette went to the poetry section and Harry.decided to follow her. Harry hid behind a nearby shelf and watched Colette immerse herself in the world of wizard poetry. Just as he started to drift off and gawk at her hair, he heard a tiny bell ring and he was suddenly sucked out of his fantasies. Instead, he heard a loud scream in his head, a scream he knew all to well and wished he didn't. He couldn't reach for his wand in time. The dementor was almost beside him and his mother's voice was louder and seemed more real than ever before. He tried to yell but nothing came out. Colette was not affected as much as Harry was. She noticed Harry covering his ears and shaking violently. She immediately grabbed him and pulled him as far a way from the dementor as she could. She found a store room and took him inside and shut the door. The two were at a safe distance and the dementor's effect on Colette had already worn off. She let him sit down on a pile of dusty books then started searching her pockets. Harry was still shaking very hard and was rocking back and forth in a fetal position.
"Harry, breathe. Its okay, its okay. You're fine now." Colette said as she handed him a piece of chocolate that she found in her pocket.
Harry slowly took a tiny bite but continued to rock. He had broken into a cold sweat and was starting to lose his balance. Colette started to rub his back to make him feel better and also to prevent him from falling over. She heard a crash from just outside the door and a few bad memories started to play in her mind. She took a look at Harry and saw that he had his hands on his ears once again and was breathing very quickly. The dementor was moving deeper into the store and closer to them. Colette didn't know what to do. She glanced again at Harry and saw so much pain on his face. "He must have horrible memories." She thought. Then, just as Colette started to feel like fainting, Harry looked up at her. "Please." He said softly. He looked at her like he was begging her to help him. To pull him out of his agony. Tears started to fall down his pale face. But she couldn't think of anything to do. "Harry, I-" but he interrupted her and said "No more." Before fainting.
A/N: there u go!! Took me so long to type it up. Please review and tell me what you think! Ill try to update sooner next time. R/R!!