Trinity Hawkins: MINE!!!! Graceful, Beautiful. Is a sensitive (A seer of sorts) Can sense peoples emotions and see their memories. Has caught the attentions of many of the boys in the school.
Harry Potter: Belongs to JK Rowling. Falls for Trinity.
Draco Malfoy: Belongs to JK Rowling. Also falls for Trinity. But in the end turns to... You can guess that already.
Blaise Zabini: Belongs to JK Rowling. Is in love with Draco.
~Couples~
Ron Weasly: Belongs to JK Rowling. (I'm getting tired of typing that…)
Hermione Granger: Belongs to JK Rowling.
Seamus Finnigan: Belongs to JK Rowling.
Justin Finch-Fletchey: Belongs to JK Rowling.
~ Chapter Two ~
When the evening's events ended, Trinity stood and 7 young men quickly circled her and loudly offered to escort her to the common room. She seemed a bit overwhelmed and shrank back a bit from the boys that had surrounded her. She was about to tell them all off rudely when she was pulled out of the circle by a boy with fiery red hair. The boys that had formed the circle looked a little confused at her sudden disappearance and began to yell at each other.
She sighed heavily. "Boys, please stop fussing over it, I'm sure you can all work this out in a mature, reasonable way."
The boys looked at her then to each other and began yelling again.
She raised her eyes heavenward and turned back to the boy that had pulled her from the circle.
"Sorry, I forgot to thank you. The name's Trinity." She said, holding out her hand.
If he had pulled her out of the circle and she hadn't felt anything bad from him then, shaking his hand wouldn't hurt... She hoped. He took her hand happily. Trinity felt a feeling of warmth flow through her, happy thoughts and memories of his childhood sped through her mind eye, they were gone as soon as he released her hand. She smiled again.
"No problem, Ron Weasley it's a pleasure. This is Hermione Granger." He gestured to the girl next to him. Trinity took her hand with a smile. There were more feelings of happiness, and more nice memories.
"Pleasure."
"Nice to meet you."
"You had a small encounter with our friend earlier, he has messy black hair, green eyes and..."
Just then the subject of conversation approached them.
"Hey guys, what's. Up..." He slowed as he looked into her eyes; they were the most amazing shade of blue... "Hi, um, Harry Potter, nice to meet you." He held out his hand.
She was slightly hesitant to take his hand; after all, he had been through quite a lot that she most likely did not want to see. She took his hand gently.
"Pleased to meet you as well, Harry." She said with a smile.
She saw memories of his childhood, very young, with his parents, Voldmort attacking them in their home, Harry's Mother shielding him with her body, dieing to save him. A flash of green; the failed curse. Then ahead to his first year at Hogwarts and meeting Ron... The memories stopped as he let her hand go. That was the most she had ever seen from someone, and she felt so much warmth and love coming from him... She wanted to make contact again...
Trinity turned to say something to Ron and Hermione but stopped short and looked around, they were nowhere in sight.
Harry looked around too. He couldn't see them.
"Where did they go?" Trinity asked, still looking around with a confused look on her pretty face.
"They must have gone up to the common room." Harry said. He took note that she was quite cute when looking thoughtful.
"Care to be my escort? I don't know my way around yet and...uh.." She looked at the 7 boys that were still sparring behind her.
"I'd love to." He said with a smile and a small laugh when she gestured to the boys.
One of the boys from earlier managed to get out of the mini-mosh-pit and approached her, ignoring Harry. He bent and kissed her hand dramatically. Happy childhood, happy life, and then his mother died...
"Hello my fair lady. May I escort you to the common room?" He asked.
Harry started to step back, thinking she would go with the other guy.
She saw Harry move away feeling a bit rejected and politely turned the boy down after removing her hand from his grasp, she didn't like the memories of attempted suicide that came to her. She simply said that she already had an escort but thank you all the same. She jogged over to Harry, who was walking away slowly. She grabbed his hand. The love surrounded her once more. It was intoxicating...
"Wait... If you leave, who is going to be my guide?" She asked.
"You still want to go with me?" He asked.
"Well, yeah. That is unless you don't want to take me." She began to reluctantly take her hand out of his and looked away.
He took her hand again.
"Of course I want to take you. Come on, there's probably a party in the common room right now to celebrate the new school year."
"There's a Party? I am so going to love this school." She said. "Let's go."
Harry smiled and they headed for the doors to the great hall.
They were stopped at the large doors by Malfoy.
She felt anger shoot through Harry's system before calming. He did not like to let this boy get at him...
"Hello, Miss." He said smoothly. He sneered at our joined hands before turning back to Trinity. "Just wanted to wish you welcome here at Hogwarts. My name is Draco Malfoy, pleased to make your acquaintance." He held out his hand for hers.
She looked at Harry, who had a look of hatred on his face for the boy named Draco.
She turned back to Draco and hesitantly put her hand in his and he bent and touched his lips to the back of her hand, her blood turned to ice at the touch. She saw a life time of beatings, rapes, and... Voldmort. She felt his pain, his sadness, everything. Her breath hitched and her grip on Harry's hand tightened slightly. Harry realized and turned to her. She released Draco's hand quickly, drawing her hand to her chest over her heart.
Harry was rather confused and kept looking back and forth between Malfoy and Trinity.
Draco looked at her strangely too. Then, realization flitted across his features. "You're a sensitive, aren't you?" It was a statement more then it was a question. "That's why you pulled away from me. You felt something."
Harry didn't like the sound of that. *Felt something?* He thought. He frowned cutely at her.
Trinity smiled a bit at Harry's frown and ran her fingers over his hand while nodding. Harry relaxed as her light touch ran over his skin. Draco frowned at the small show of affection.
"Did you like what you saw?" He asked. He had been imagining her in his bed just a moment before he had touched her.
"No, I didn't. I saw memories of your childhood. I'm sorry. It's none of my business." Her eyes filled with tears as she ran his life through her memory one more time.
Harry's fingers weaved through hers and she immediately felt better.
"Good day Draco..." She started to walk away with Harry but stopped and turned to Draco again. "Your mother... She cares about you deeply, she's just..." She reached out hesitantly and touched his sleeve. "... Scared of your father... She's very sad. She thinks you don't care anymore... Tell her how you feel; she needs to know that you still love her..." Trinity pulled her hand back and turned away, clutching Harry's hand like a life line.
Malfoy stared after her in shock, though it did not show on the outside. He immediately set off for the owlry to write his mother a long letter.
Harry turned to Trinity. She had her free hand to her head as if she was in pain.
Harry let go of her hand quickly. She unconsciously reached for it and blushed when she missed and realized that she had been relying on him more then she thought.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "Was I hurting you?" Concern and worry lined his handsome features.
She smiled before answering. "No."
He seemed to feel better at this statement. Now he looked a bit curious.
"What did you feel when you touched me?" Harry asked.
"Love, happiness, and warmth... I saw your memories from when you were very young, with your parents, there is so much love radiating off of you. It's incredible..."
Harry's eyes widened. "You saw me with my parents?"
Trinity nodded. "They loved you very much. They still do. You remember playing with your favorite toy with your mother on the living room rug, your father taking a picture of you both, you remember the way your mother used to sing you to sleep... Everything is so vivid..." Harry's eyes watered.
He blinked back the tears; he wished Trinity would turn away. But, instead of turning away, she wrapped her arms around him, knowing he needed the comfort. She heard him take a breath of surprise but he wrapped his arms around her as well. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. She raised a hand to touch his cheek briefly. She concentrated then began to hum a tune completely foreign to her, but it was very soothing to Harry.
She hummed for a few moments, until Harry's grip on her relaxed a bit. "You remember that song. What is it?" She asked.
"It's a song my mother sang to me. I hope I get to know you better, you've been so nice and you don't even know me."
"Actually I know a lot about you... The whole touching thing, remember?"
Harry nodded with a small smile. "What did Malfoy mean by 'You're a sensitive'? What's it mean?"
"It means I can see people's memories and what they've done in the past; It's only with skin to skin contact though. The things they remember the most. I don't usually like to touch people but I'm going to have to get used to it. This school stays pretty busy. If I touch too many people in a short period of time it can really mess me up. I'll forget who I am and go insane most likely. I'm sort of empathic but I'm called a sensitive because I'm incredibly sensitive to people's emotions, body language and thoughts."
"You can read peoples thoughts?" Harry asked, completely astounded.
"Not exactly, I see the emotions behind the thoughts they come to my minds eye in shades of color... Blue for happy, deep burgundy for Anger, lighter reds for.. um.. Sexual thoughts... um black for pain and sadness, I got that from Draco's memories, there was a bit of red there too for a moment before I pulled away." She giggled at that, *so that's what he meant by 'Did you like what you saw?'* "I see a lot of things I wish I couldn't..."
"You're an amazing person... I think it would be cool to be able to sense what people are feeling." Harry said.
Trinity backed away slightly from his arms to look him in the eye.
"It scares the shit out of me. I can't sleep at night sometimes because I dream of murder, suicide, rapes, and some of the most horrible things you could ever imagine and don't want to imagine... It is so NOT cool." Her eyes teared up as she spoke. Sky blue, navy, and off-white swirled in her minds eye. Her gaze softened. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. Everyone thinks it's wonderful. They don't have to live through it."
"I suppose it wouldn't be cool then. Sure it sucks but it must have some benefits. Say you had a crush on someone and you had no idea if they were attracted to you, you could tell by the color of their thoughts." Harry said.
Trinity seemed thoughtful. "I guess that could be a plus. But what if that person didn't know they were attracted to me, they just had pent up feelings and refused to acknowledge them? You seem to be having an internal battle over something. What's wrong? Did I say something to offend you?"
Harry blushed and shook his head. "No, I'm just trying to think about everything you're saying."
She eyed him for a moment but dismissed it and changed the subject.
"You said something about a party earlier. I want to have bunches of fun my first night here, lets go." She grabbed his hand and let him lead her up to the Gryffindor wing.
This one was MUCH longer than CH 1... ^_^ Yeah, same as always, review! I need confidence people!
Harry Potter: Belongs to JK Rowling. Falls for Trinity.
Draco Malfoy: Belongs to JK Rowling. Also falls for Trinity. But in the end turns to... You can guess that already.
Blaise Zabini: Belongs to JK Rowling. Is in love with Draco.
~Couples~
Ron Weasly: Belongs to JK Rowling. (I'm getting tired of typing that…)
Hermione Granger: Belongs to JK Rowling.
Seamus Finnigan: Belongs to JK Rowling.
Justin Finch-Fletchey: Belongs to JK Rowling.
~ Chapter Two ~
When the evening's events ended, Trinity stood and 7 young men quickly circled her and loudly offered to escort her to the common room. She seemed a bit overwhelmed and shrank back a bit from the boys that had surrounded her. She was about to tell them all off rudely when she was pulled out of the circle by a boy with fiery red hair. The boys that had formed the circle looked a little confused at her sudden disappearance and began to yell at each other.
She sighed heavily. "Boys, please stop fussing over it, I'm sure you can all work this out in a mature, reasonable way."
The boys looked at her then to each other and began yelling again.
She raised her eyes heavenward and turned back to the boy that had pulled her from the circle.
"Sorry, I forgot to thank you. The name's Trinity." She said, holding out her hand.
If he had pulled her out of the circle and she hadn't felt anything bad from him then, shaking his hand wouldn't hurt... She hoped. He took her hand happily. Trinity felt a feeling of warmth flow through her, happy thoughts and memories of his childhood sped through her mind eye, they were gone as soon as he released her hand. She smiled again.
"No problem, Ron Weasley it's a pleasure. This is Hermione Granger." He gestured to the girl next to him. Trinity took her hand with a smile. There were more feelings of happiness, and more nice memories.
"Pleasure."
"Nice to meet you."
"You had a small encounter with our friend earlier, he has messy black hair, green eyes and..."
Just then the subject of conversation approached them.
"Hey guys, what's. Up..." He slowed as he looked into her eyes; they were the most amazing shade of blue... "Hi, um, Harry Potter, nice to meet you." He held out his hand.
She was slightly hesitant to take his hand; after all, he had been through quite a lot that she most likely did not want to see. She took his hand gently.
"Pleased to meet you as well, Harry." She said with a smile.
She saw memories of his childhood, very young, with his parents, Voldmort attacking them in their home, Harry's Mother shielding him with her body, dieing to save him. A flash of green; the failed curse. Then ahead to his first year at Hogwarts and meeting Ron... The memories stopped as he let her hand go. That was the most she had ever seen from someone, and she felt so much warmth and love coming from him... She wanted to make contact again...
Trinity turned to say something to Ron and Hermione but stopped short and looked around, they were nowhere in sight.
Harry looked around too. He couldn't see them.
"Where did they go?" Trinity asked, still looking around with a confused look on her pretty face.
"They must have gone up to the common room." Harry said. He took note that she was quite cute when looking thoughtful.
"Care to be my escort? I don't know my way around yet and...uh.." She looked at the 7 boys that were still sparring behind her.
"I'd love to." He said with a smile and a small laugh when she gestured to the boys.
One of the boys from earlier managed to get out of the mini-mosh-pit and approached her, ignoring Harry. He bent and kissed her hand dramatically. Happy childhood, happy life, and then his mother died...
"Hello my fair lady. May I escort you to the common room?" He asked.
Harry started to step back, thinking she would go with the other guy.
She saw Harry move away feeling a bit rejected and politely turned the boy down after removing her hand from his grasp, she didn't like the memories of attempted suicide that came to her. She simply said that she already had an escort but thank you all the same. She jogged over to Harry, who was walking away slowly. She grabbed his hand. The love surrounded her once more. It was intoxicating...
"Wait... If you leave, who is going to be my guide?" She asked.
"You still want to go with me?" He asked.
"Well, yeah. That is unless you don't want to take me." She began to reluctantly take her hand out of his and looked away.
He took her hand again.
"Of course I want to take you. Come on, there's probably a party in the common room right now to celebrate the new school year."
"There's a Party? I am so going to love this school." She said. "Let's go."
Harry smiled and they headed for the doors to the great hall.
They were stopped at the large doors by Malfoy.
She felt anger shoot through Harry's system before calming. He did not like to let this boy get at him...
"Hello, Miss." He said smoothly. He sneered at our joined hands before turning back to Trinity. "Just wanted to wish you welcome here at Hogwarts. My name is Draco Malfoy, pleased to make your acquaintance." He held out his hand for hers.
She looked at Harry, who had a look of hatred on his face for the boy named Draco.
She turned back to Draco and hesitantly put her hand in his and he bent and touched his lips to the back of her hand, her blood turned to ice at the touch. She saw a life time of beatings, rapes, and... Voldmort. She felt his pain, his sadness, everything. Her breath hitched and her grip on Harry's hand tightened slightly. Harry realized and turned to her. She released Draco's hand quickly, drawing her hand to her chest over her heart.
Harry was rather confused and kept looking back and forth between Malfoy and Trinity.
Draco looked at her strangely too. Then, realization flitted across his features. "You're a sensitive, aren't you?" It was a statement more then it was a question. "That's why you pulled away from me. You felt something."
Harry didn't like the sound of that. *Felt something?* He thought. He frowned cutely at her.
Trinity smiled a bit at Harry's frown and ran her fingers over his hand while nodding. Harry relaxed as her light touch ran over his skin. Draco frowned at the small show of affection.
"Did you like what you saw?" He asked. He had been imagining her in his bed just a moment before he had touched her.
"No, I didn't. I saw memories of your childhood. I'm sorry. It's none of my business." Her eyes filled with tears as she ran his life through her memory one more time.
Harry's fingers weaved through hers and she immediately felt better.
"Good day Draco..." She started to walk away with Harry but stopped and turned to Draco again. "Your mother... She cares about you deeply, she's just..." She reached out hesitantly and touched his sleeve. "... Scared of your father... She's very sad. She thinks you don't care anymore... Tell her how you feel; she needs to know that you still love her..." Trinity pulled her hand back and turned away, clutching Harry's hand like a life line.
Malfoy stared after her in shock, though it did not show on the outside. He immediately set off for the owlry to write his mother a long letter.
Harry turned to Trinity. She had her free hand to her head as if she was in pain.
Harry let go of her hand quickly. She unconsciously reached for it and blushed when she missed and realized that she had been relying on him more then she thought.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "Was I hurting you?" Concern and worry lined his handsome features.
She smiled before answering. "No."
He seemed to feel better at this statement. Now he looked a bit curious.
"What did you feel when you touched me?" Harry asked.
"Love, happiness, and warmth... I saw your memories from when you were very young, with your parents, there is so much love radiating off of you. It's incredible..."
Harry's eyes widened. "You saw me with my parents?"
Trinity nodded. "They loved you very much. They still do. You remember playing with your favorite toy with your mother on the living room rug, your father taking a picture of you both, you remember the way your mother used to sing you to sleep... Everything is so vivid..." Harry's eyes watered.
He blinked back the tears; he wished Trinity would turn away. But, instead of turning away, she wrapped her arms around him, knowing he needed the comfort. She heard him take a breath of surprise but he wrapped his arms around her as well. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. She raised a hand to touch his cheek briefly. She concentrated then began to hum a tune completely foreign to her, but it was very soothing to Harry.
She hummed for a few moments, until Harry's grip on her relaxed a bit. "You remember that song. What is it?" She asked.
"It's a song my mother sang to me. I hope I get to know you better, you've been so nice and you don't even know me."
"Actually I know a lot about you... The whole touching thing, remember?"
Harry nodded with a small smile. "What did Malfoy mean by 'You're a sensitive'? What's it mean?"
"It means I can see people's memories and what they've done in the past; It's only with skin to skin contact though. The things they remember the most. I don't usually like to touch people but I'm going to have to get used to it. This school stays pretty busy. If I touch too many people in a short period of time it can really mess me up. I'll forget who I am and go insane most likely. I'm sort of empathic but I'm called a sensitive because I'm incredibly sensitive to people's emotions, body language and thoughts."
"You can read peoples thoughts?" Harry asked, completely astounded.
"Not exactly, I see the emotions behind the thoughts they come to my minds eye in shades of color... Blue for happy, deep burgundy for Anger, lighter reds for.. um.. Sexual thoughts... um black for pain and sadness, I got that from Draco's memories, there was a bit of red there too for a moment before I pulled away." She giggled at that, *so that's what he meant by 'Did you like what you saw?'* "I see a lot of things I wish I couldn't..."
"You're an amazing person... I think it would be cool to be able to sense what people are feeling." Harry said.
Trinity backed away slightly from his arms to look him in the eye.
"It scares the shit out of me. I can't sleep at night sometimes because I dream of murder, suicide, rapes, and some of the most horrible things you could ever imagine and don't want to imagine... It is so NOT cool." Her eyes teared up as she spoke. Sky blue, navy, and off-white swirled in her minds eye. Her gaze softened. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. Everyone thinks it's wonderful. They don't have to live through it."
"I suppose it wouldn't be cool then. Sure it sucks but it must have some benefits. Say you had a crush on someone and you had no idea if they were attracted to you, you could tell by the color of their thoughts." Harry said.
Trinity seemed thoughtful. "I guess that could be a plus. But what if that person didn't know they were attracted to me, they just had pent up feelings and refused to acknowledge them? You seem to be having an internal battle over something. What's wrong? Did I say something to offend you?"
Harry blushed and shook his head. "No, I'm just trying to think about everything you're saying."
She eyed him for a moment but dismissed it and changed the subject.
"You said something about a party earlier. I want to have bunches of fun my first night here, lets go." She grabbed his hand and let him lead her up to the Gryffindor wing.
This one was MUCH longer than CH 1... ^_^ Yeah, same as always, review! I need confidence people!