Faded Eternity
Chapter 6-
Quicksilver Fallen
Authors Note: I have gotten very excited at all of these wonderful reviews so I will reply to all of the chapter 5 reviews! YAY!
To VioletEyes- Thanks, I do like the mystery! It is beneficial to both the author and the reader! ^_^ It keeps me writing and it keeps you reading! How fun!
To Starry- Malfoy is not the new Harry Potter. *evil smirk* You may find later that his faint had nothing to do with a scar, it had to do with something a bit different... And Yes, THE MCGONAGALL TONE OF DOOM! (Traumatic music plays in the background)
To Elven Ranger- I know you're confused, but please don't stop reviewing. It will become clearer later on in this chapter, so don't worry my friend!
To Darcyisme- I thank you for your interest in my story! It really keeps me going!
To NDC000- Thanks for the review and the promise to send more! I will most definitely post more chapters!
Now, for the story...
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Val looked, startled, down at the unconscious Malfoy lying on the floor. She whipped her short ponytail around, her eyes scanning for Professor Snape.
'Damn!' she remembered! Snape had run out of the room just as Malfoy and Potter fainted. She recalled a pained look etched across his sallow face, twisting the already ugly features out of proportion. She tried to think of what could have been hurting him so badly, when her eyes strayed across Malfoy's unconscious body once more. She spotted something on him that everyone dreaded, but in the back of his or her minds knew was true.
'Oh God...' She thought to herself as she stepped in front of Draco's body to hide what she saw from other student's eyes.
Luckily, she managed to succeed in the fact that no one saw what she saw. This was because all of the other students were too preoccupied with Potter rolling on the floor clutching his scar.
"Pansy! Didn't you notice?" Val started at Pansy, "Your crush has just collapsed, are you gonna help me carry him? If not, I'll choose some BETTER company." Val shouted sarcastically.
Pansy darted around like some fat crocodile, and the four words so well known by these students came out of her mouth, "OH NO! POOR DRAKIE!"
Half of the Gryffindors and Slytherins laughed at Pansy, Val trying hard not to be one of them. It wouldn't do good to have Parkinson try to beat her face in when she had to take someone to the Hospital wing. Val reached over and supported Draco's chest and arms, careful to cover up the secret that had mistakenly been revealed to her, and Pansy took care of his feet.
They finally got to Madam Pomfrey, and she settled Malfoy into a bed. Pansy was freaking out, tears spewing from her dull squinty eyes.
"Parkinson, stop it at once. Malfoy is alright!" Pomfrey screeched like a spooky Chihuahua.
Pansy abruptly stopped sobbing, her breath coming in and out in harsh rasps, like a hippopotamus that had asthma.
"Now get back to class you two. Good day." she said once again in the spooky Chihuahua voice.
Val nodded and Pansy let out another Hippo-ish rasp that sounded like "Yes", but you could never be too sure with Pansy.
Val made her way back to class and passed Hermione on the way there, carrying Harry.
"What the Hell was wrong with Malfoy?" the bushy-haired girl asked, "Did he take one too many doses of Get-mad-at-the-Mudbloods today?"
"C'mon, he fainted in class at the same time as Harry. Gee, I wonder if this is linked to the Dark Lord at all..." Val added with sarcasm, changing the subject so she wouldn't have to lie ten times to keep Granger from knowing why Malfoy fainted.
"You obviously haven't heard of the things he did to me, Ron, and Harry." said Hermione, "and It is obvious that this is somehow linked to You-Know- Who, but why would Malfoy faint? Was Voldemort trying to alert him of his sudden urge to have a butterbeer?"
"You can't confirm that Malfoy's a Death Eater because his father was one." Val said to Hermione.
"I wish I could Lethon, I really wish I could..." Hermione's voice trailed off as she sped off with Harry's body.
"Git." Val muttered as she hurried back to the dungeon classroom.
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The Dungeon Classroom...
Severus Snape was back in charge. He was sitting at the front of the classroom in his superior desk.
"Hurry up." he ordered the class, "I haven't got all day to wait for you to finish your lame potions."
Val walked into the room, rushing over to her unfinished potion and dumping the right ingredients in hurriedly. She had to at least get a C on this potion... Aha! Finished. She stewed the potion with relief that there was only two minutes of class left.
The bell finally rang, and Val strode out with Blaise.
"Why did Draco faint?" Zambini asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Am I supposed to know? He kept on staring at the ground, no attention directed at Snape at all. He put his head in his hand and started to breathe slowly, like, you know, he was putting off some sort of pain." Val tried to explain without giving anything away, "And then he fainted. I really don't know what was happening to him." she lied.
"Oh... I wouldn't know either. I just hope he gets his arse out of bed before the Quidditch match against Gryffindor tomorrow." replied Blaise with a grin.
"Same here. I really hope we win. From what I've heard, since Potter got on the team, Slytherin hasn't won a championship. What's Marcus going to do? It's his last year, I'm sure he really wants to win that cup." Val added.
"Yeah. I kind of feel sorry for him, his last season doesn't look good." Blaise said. Val nodded in response as they walked off to the Slytherin common room.
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Infirmary- with Hermione, Ron, and Harry
Hermione paced up and down the aisle of beds nervously while Ron gnawed on a chocolate frog with worry. Every few minutes they would take a glance at Harry to see if he was awake. No such luck yet. They listened to the silence awaiting a flutter of eyelashes, or a rustle of blankets. No such luck yet, until...
"Hermione! Ron! What- what happened?" said the familiar voice of Harry.
"Oh Harry! You're awake! You fainted during class, clutching your scar!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, what did you see Harry?" asked a curious Ron.
"Voldemort was talking to Wormtail, something about me and the fact that they needed to have another Death Eater meeting. Then he said something about his snake saying that Lucius wasn't a spy for Dumbledore. He got angry at how stupid his error was and grabbed Wormtail's Dark Mark to call the Death Eaters." Harry said finally, breathing the air deeply.
"Oh my gosh, Harry, you okay?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Who's that laying over there?" asked Harry, pointing at the bed all the way across the room.
"Oh, we forgot to tell you, Malfoy fainted too. No one knows why." answered Hermione.
"I think I know," said Ron, "Pansy farted."
Harry and Ron exploded with laughter as Hermione smiled, not wanting to wake anybody else up. She didn't want Malfoy to get up and start another argument. Unfortunately for her, Draco stirred and lifted himself to a sitting position.
"What the hell- why am *I* here and what are YOU doing here?!" he said angrily.
"Oh no, you've awoken Prince Pureblood." sighed Hermione.
"Yeah, that's right Granger, and WHY am I here?!"
"You fainted in Potions class." answered Hermione simply.
"Oh. Well I have to go. Your presence makes me want to throw up. He swung his legs over the bed and got ready to walk out.
"Not so fast, Mister Malfoy. We have to figure out whats wrong with you before you leave. Until then, you stay in that bed." came the spooky Chihuahua's voice.
"Nothings wrong with me-" "Yes there is! If you fainted in Potions class for no reason, then there is something definitely wrong." she screeched.
"No there isn't-"
"Don't you back talk me Mister Malfoy now you stay in that bed!" she yelled.
"I have a Quidditch practice to go to-"
"Fine then! Let me check you for a fever first." she held her hand to his forehead and she sighed, "Nope, no temperature. Go on then!" She walked away muttering something about 'that stupid sport'.
Draco smirked and strutted out of the Hospital wing.
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The Slytherin Common Room- with Val and Blaise
Val sat relaxed in a high-backed green chair across from Blaise. Blaise was busy scribbling down answers to the potions homework. Val was staring into the sparkling emerald fire. She looked up to see Marcus Flint rushing over towards her, a desperate glint in his eye.
"We don't have a Chaser! Come on Lethon, we need you!" He begged.
"Why do you need me specifically? Val asked.
"You went to the same school as Viktor Krum, Val! Come on, we need to win the cup!" The glint in his eye could blind McGonagall.
"I'm not a good player-"
"Val, you're coming." he finalized and he grabbed her wrist, pulled her up, and tugged her away. Val let herself be tugged, she cast a glance at Blaise as she left with Flint.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ A/N - Yay! A chapter that doesn't leave you thinking so hard! Anyways, if you'd like to give me a guess of who will win the Quidditch match or why Draco fainted, do so! I love to see the guesses of my reviewers!
Thanks,
Quicksilver Fallen
Chapter 6-
Quicksilver Fallen
Authors Note: I have gotten very excited at all of these wonderful reviews so I will reply to all of the chapter 5 reviews! YAY!
To VioletEyes- Thanks, I do like the mystery! It is beneficial to both the author and the reader! ^_^ It keeps me writing and it keeps you reading! How fun!
To Starry- Malfoy is not the new Harry Potter. *evil smirk* You may find later that his faint had nothing to do with a scar, it had to do with something a bit different... And Yes, THE MCGONAGALL TONE OF DOOM! (Traumatic music plays in the background)
To Elven Ranger- I know you're confused, but please don't stop reviewing. It will become clearer later on in this chapter, so don't worry my friend!
To Darcyisme- I thank you for your interest in my story! It really keeps me going!
To NDC000- Thanks for the review and the promise to send more! I will most definitely post more chapters!
Now, for the story...
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Val looked, startled, down at the unconscious Malfoy lying on the floor. She whipped her short ponytail around, her eyes scanning for Professor Snape.
'Damn!' she remembered! Snape had run out of the room just as Malfoy and Potter fainted. She recalled a pained look etched across his sallow face, twisting the already ugly features out of proportion. She tried to think of what could have been hurting him so badly, when her eyes strayed across Malfoy's unconscious body once more. She spotted something on him that everyone dreaded, but in the back of his or her minds knew was true.
'Oh God...' She thought to herself as she stepped in front of Draco's body to hide what she saw from other student's eyes.
Luckily, she managed to succeed in the fact that no one saw what she saw. This was because all of the other students were too preoccupied with Potter rolling on the floor clutching his scar.
"Pansy! Didn't you notice?" Val started at Pansy, "Your crush has just collapsed, are you gonna help me carry him? If not, I'll choose some BETTER company." Val shouted sarcastically.
Pansy darted around like some fat crocodile, and the four words so well known by these students came out of her mouth, "OH NO! POOR DRAKIE!"
Half of the Gryffindors and Slytherins laughed at Pansy, Val trying hard not to be one of them. It wouldn't do good to have Parkinson try to beat her face in when she had to take someone to the Hospital wing. Val reached over and supported Draco's chest and arms, careful to cover up the secret that had mistakenly been revealed to her, and Pansy took care of his feet.
They finally got to Madam Pomfrey, and she settled Malfoy into a bed. Pansy was freaking out, tears spewing from her dull squinty eyes.
"Parkinson, stop it at once. Malfoy is alright!" Pomfrey screeched like a spooky Chihuahua.
Pansy abruptly stopped sobbing, her breath coming in and out in harsh rasps, like a hippopotamus that had asthma.
"Now get back to class you two. Good day." she said once again in the spooky Chihuahua voice.
Val nodded and Pansy let out another Hippo-ish rasp that sounded like "Yes", but you could never be too sure with Pansy.
Val made her way back to class and passed Hermione on the way there, carrying Harry.
"What the Hell was wrong with Malfoy?" the bushy-haired girl asked, "Did he take one too many doses of Get-mad-at-the-Mudbloods today?"
"C'mon, he fainted in class at the same time as Harry. Gee, I wonder if this is linked to the Dark Lord at all..." Val added with sarcasm, changing the subject so she wouldn't have to lie ten times to keep Granger from knowing why Malfoy fainted.
"You obviously haven't heard of the things he did to me, Ron, and Harry." said Hermione, "and It is obvious that this is somehow linked to You-Know- Who, but why would Malfoy faint? Was Voldemort trying to alert him of his sudden urge to have a butterbeer?"
"You can't confirm that Malfoy's a Death Eater because his father was one." Val said to Hermione.
"I wish I could Lethon, I really wish I could..." Hermione's voice trailed off as she sped off with Harry's body.
"Git." Val muttered as she hurried back to the dungeon classroom.
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The Dungeon Classroom...
Severus Snape was back in charge. He was sitting at the front of the classroom in his superior desk.
"Hurry up." he ordered the class, "I haven't got all day to wait for you to finish your lame potions."
Val walked into the room, rushing over to her unfinished potion and dumping the right ingredients in hurriedly. She had to at least get a C on this potion... Aha! Finished. She stewed the potion with relief that there was only two minutes of class left.
The bell finally rang, and Val strode out with Blaise.
"Why did Draco faint?" Zambini asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Am I supposed to know? He kept on staring at the ground, no attention directed at Snape at all. He put his head in his hand and started to breathe slowly, like, you know, he was putting off some sort of pain." Val tried to explain without giving anything away, "And then he fainted. I really don't know what was happening to him." she lied.
"Oh... I wouldn't know either. I just hope he gets his arse out of bed before the Quidditch match against Gryffindor tomorrow." replied Blaise with a grin.
"Same here. I really hope we win. From what I've heard, since Potter got on the team, Slytherin hasn't won a championship. What's Marcus going to do? It's his last year, I'm sure he really wants to win that cup." Val added.
"Yeah. I kind of feel sorry for him, his last season doesn't look good." Blaise said. Val nodded in response as they walked off to the Slytherin common room.
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Infirmary- with Hermione, Ron, and Harry
Hermione paced up and down the aisle of beds nervously while Ron gnawed on a chocolate frog with worry. Every few minutes they would take a glance at Harry to see if he was awake. No such luck yet. They listened to the silence awaiting a flutter of eyelashes, or a rustle of blankets. No such luck yet, until...
"Hermione! Ron! What- what happened?" said the familiar voice of Harry.
"Oh Harry! You're awake! You fainted during class, clutching your scar!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, what did you see Harry?" asked a curious Ron.
"Voldemort was talking to Wormtail, something about me and the fact that they needed to have another Death Eater meeting. Then he said something about his snake saying that Lucius wasn't a spy for Dumbledore. He got angry at how stupid his error was and grabbed Wormtail's Dark Mark to call the Death Eaters." Harry said finally, breathing the air deeply.
"Oh my gosh, Harry, you okay?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Who's that laying over there?" asked Harry, pointing at the bed all the way across the room.
"Oh, we forgot to tell you, Malfoy fainted too. No one knows why." answered Hermione.
"I think I know," said Ron, "Pansy farted."
Harry and Ron exploded with laughter as Hermione smiled, not wanting to wake anybody else up. She didn't want Malfoy to get up and start another argument. Unfortunately for her, Draco stirred and lifted himself to a sitting position.
"What the hell- why am *I* here and what are YOU doing here?!" he said angrily.
"Oh no, you've awoken Prince Pureblood." sighed Hermione.
"Yeah, that's right Granger, and WHY am I here?!"
"You fainted in Potions class." answered Hermione simply.
"Oh. Well I have to go. Your presence makes me want to throw up. He swung his legs over the bed and got ready to walk out.
"Not so fast, Mister Malfoy. We have to figure out whats wrong with you before you leave. Until then, you stay in that bed." came the spooky Chihuahua's voice.
"Nothings wrong with me-" "Yes there is! If you fainted in Potions class for no reason, then there is something definitely wrong." she screeched.
"No there isn't-"
"Don't you back talk me Mister Malfoy now you stay in that bed!" she yelled.
"I have a Quidditch practice to go to-"
"Fine then! Let me check you for a fever first." she held her hand to his forehead and she sighed, "Nope, no temperature. Go on then!" She walked away muttering something about 'that stupid sport'.
Draco smirked and strutted out of the Hospital wing.
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The Slytherin Common Room- with Val and Blaise
Val sat relaxed in a high-backed green chair across from Blaise. Blaise was busy scribbling down answers to the potions homework. Val was staring into the sparkling emerald fire. She looked up to see Marcus Flint rushing over towards her, a desperate glint in his eye.
"We don't have a Chaser! Come on Lethon, we need you!" He begged.
"Why do you need me specifically? Val asked.
"You went to the same school as Viktor Krum, Val! Come on, we need to win the cup!" The glint in his eye could blind McGonagall.
"I'm not a good player-"
"Val, you're coming." he finalized and he grabbed her wrist, pulled her up, and tugged her away. Val let herself be tugged, she cast a glance at Blaise as she left with Flint.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ A/N - Yay! A chapter that doesn't leave you thinking so hard! Anyways, if you'd like to give me a guess of who will win the Quidditch match or why Draco fainted, do so! I love to see the guesses of my reviewers!
Thanks,
Quicksilver Fallen