A/N: I forgot to tell you: the Dogstar is MINE!!! If you wanna use it for
some odd reason, you must ASK!!! 'K? 'k. Good. Ok, so since that's all
cleared up, (not that there was a problem with it, I just wanted something
to ramble about.) we can get on with chapter 5! That is, if anyone's
reading this. Pretty please, if you read it, review it! It's just plain
rude to read my wonderful story and not gush about it endlessly in a
really, really, really long review. Or you could even yell at me and tell
me how much you hate it and tell me I should just go jump off a highway
overpass. I don't care, because then at least I'd be able to yell at
someone personally!!!! And if you don't like author's notes, why are you
reading this? Urgh, I hate yelling at anonymous people who, as far as I
know, don't even exist!!! Here's chapter 5, me!
Hawk walked into the library a week after her encounter with the Malfoy boy. She had make-up work due for the classes she skipped to fly. She intended to do just enough to pass. 'It's not like it matters anyway,' she thought. 'As this is my last year.'
Hawk was trying to get a book down from the fifth shelf, but she could barely reach the fourth. She was preparing to ask Madame Pince, the ancient librarian, for help, when a pale arm reached over her head and handed her the book she needed.
"Last week's Herbology, right? Let me give you a hint: a Horklump isn't a plant. Learned that the hard way." Came the cheerful voice of Taran Malfoy from behind Hawk.
She whirled around. "You again? Did I not already tell you that I vanted nothing to do vith you?"
"Not in those words, no."
"Vell I just did. Goodbye."
"Wait, Birdie, I got some stuff to tell you."
"I do not care." She made to move away, but he grabbed her arm.
"Hear me out, please?"
"Let go of me! I haff homevork to do!"
"It can wait a minute, can't it? Please, just listen to me!" he looked genuinely upset that she was hating him. For some strange, unexplainable reason, this got through to Hawk.
"Fine. You haff five minutes. I vill check out my book and ve can go somevere ve are less likely to be overheard."
They ended up walking down random corridors, looking for a small, soundproof, private room. Neither one wanted to be overheard or found, especially together. All of a sudden, as they walked past a blank wall, a portrait of a bald old man in a blue Shakespeare-style outfit appeared.
"Pssssst! Hey, kids! The room you're looking for is right here!" the man called.
"Vot? How do you know vot ve are looking for?"
"I just know. Now are you going to enter and see if I'm right, or are you going to keep wandering aimlessly about with this guy, whom you hate?" the portrait laughed.
"Let's check it out, Birdie! It can't be that bad." Taran pulled back the portrait and looked in. it was exactly what they were looking for. There were three dark paneled walls, one with the door, and the two on the sides had a couch each against them. The couch to the right of the door was red, and to the left was a blue one. Along the fourth wall was a bookshelf, floor to ceiling, wall to wall. It was stuffed with all sorts of books.
Hawk pushed him into the room, pulled the portrait shut, and sat down stiffly on the red couch. "May ve just get this over vith?"
"5 minutes, right? Ok. Don't interrupt me. As you know, I'm Taran. I have a twin sister named Scarlette. Our parents are, as you probably guessed, Draco and Pansy Malfoy. I look just like Scarlette, except the obvious differences. But that's where the similarities end. She likes modern wizard music; I like muggle rock. She likes her ice cream completely plain; I'll take any topping ya got. She's destined to become the faithful wife of an MotD; I'd rather die than join them. She goes home on holidays cheerful, happy, and ready to please mother and 'daddy'," here he rolled his eyes, "and I go home to be locked in my room and have food brought to me by Pawn, our faithful family house elf, when he feels like it." Taran looked relieved to get all that out of his system.
"Are you trying to tell me that you do not vant to become a Man of the Dark?" Hawk asked, actually feeling sad for him for a second before snapping herself out of it.
"Like I said, I'd rather die," this was the first remark he'd made to her since they'd met that didn't have a tone of teasing or sarcasm behind it.
"And. has your father. told you?"
"That he'll kill me if I don't join the 'Revenge for Voldie' movement before my 15th birthday? Yeah, he told me."
"My father sent me to go to school here to get avay from 'that boy's bad influence'." Hawk felt herself opening up, and she couldn't help but continue, even though she thought it would be better not to. "'That boy' is my best friend, Gabe. He vas killed August 28th. It vill be my turn this April, the thirteenth." She played with her necklace absently as she stared at the ground between the couches. Her hair made a curtain to hide her face.
"That's tough, lil' Birdie. Gabe's dad. who was he?"
"Poliankoff," Hawk spat like the name was dirt.
Taran nodded slowly. "Yeah, I met him. As bad as the rest. Why in hell would they want to avenge Voldemort's death anyway? He's dead and gone; they could go on with their lives. It's not like he'd know they weren't loyal to him anymore."
"My father explained it to me. It is something about a good cause must be followed through. it comes down to the fact that they are afraid Voldemort vill return and get revenge on those who veren't loyal or something just as idiotic."
Taran sat up, rested one arm on his knees, and reached out with the other to tuck Hawk's hair back from her face. "Listen up, Birdie. This is just plain wrong. My birthday's in April too. Let's run away on the first. We can hide out in the forbidden forest, or even right in thins room, if you'd rather. I'm sure we can get some house elf or another to bring food to us, and we could sneak around at night for showers and flying and all that." His voice was low and controlled, but his eyes were telling a different story. He was scared, and desperate. Who wouldn't be, in his position? Hawk herself was scared constantly, always watching for a black- cloaked man to jump out of the shadows and kidnap her; or a letter saying that her father was coming for her. every little thing looked suspicious. His offer would have too, if she hadn't seen the truth in his silvery, Malfoy eyes.
"They vould find us Taran, you know they vould. Then it vould just be even vorse."
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. Let's talk about something else. How come you're so small?"
"No one had figured out yet. My father has had me to see every respectable healer in the country. He's offered to have me fixed. you know, permanently enlarged, I suppose, but I really do not mind my size. It makes me fly faster." Her eyes lit up at the thought of flying, so Taran knew he'd hit of a subject she was comfortable with.
"So, you like to fly?"
"Oh, it's vonderful! There is not a thing in the vorld I vould rather do!"
"What kind of brooms do lil' Birdies ride?" he laughed.
Hawk was ecstatic. He was asking about her broom! "This kind!" she pulled her Dogstar out of her hair, unshrunk it, and showed him.
"Woah! I thought Potter was the only person with one of these!"
"Vell, he is the only person, besides me," Hawk proudly declared.
"I get it. It's cool. I just have a plain old Nimbus 2001. My dad got it for me a really long time ago, before I became a disgrace to the family."
"Nimbus brooms are not bad at all! They are very good, actually." Hawk said as she ran her fingers proudly over the engraving.
"So, you fly a lot?"
"Yes, every chance I get I vill sneak out and fly. I skip most of my classes to fly. Flying is the only thing that clears my mind. It is vonderful."
"That's what happens when I read. I guess reading is my escape. That's why the Hat put me in Ravenclaw, I think."
After that, they decided they'd better leave. If someone came looking for them, they didn't want people knowing they were friends. They hadn't intended to be friends, but how can you avoid it when you meet the only person in the world that has the same problems as you?
A/N: still no new reviews, people!! I really would like to know who you are. I mean, if you're reading this, you obviously read the story. So tell me what you think. I'll accept anything, because flames make me laugh, and so do most other reviews! I like to laugh. So, just click that little button, and talk to me!! I'll reply to each one personally, as I've said before. ;o)
Hawk walked into the library a week after her encounter with the Malfoy boy. She had make-up work due for the classes she skipped to fly. She intended to do just enough to pass. 'It's not like it matters anyway,' she thought. 'As this is my last year.'
Hawk was trying to get a book down from the fifth shelf, but she could barely reach the fourth. She was preparing to ask Madame Pince, the ancient librarian, for help, when a pale arm reached over her head and handed her the book she needed.
"Last week's Herbology, right? Let me give you a hint: a Horklump isn't a plant. Learned that the hard way." Came the cheerful voice of Taran Malfoy from behind Hawk.
She whirled around. "You again? Did I not already tell you that I vanted nothing to do vith you?"
"Not in those words, no."
"Vell I just did. Goodbye."
"Wait, Birdie, I got some stuff to tell you."
"I do not care." She made to move away, but he grabbed her arm.
"Hear me out, please?"
"Let go of me! I haff homevork to do!"
"It can wait a minute, can't it? Please, just listen to me!" he looked genuinely upset that she was hating him. For some strange, unexplainable reason, this got through to Hawk.
"Fine. You haff five minutes. I vill check out my book and ve can go somevere ve are less likely to be overheard."
They ended up walking down random corridors, looking for a small, soundproof, private room. Neither one wanted to be overheard or found, especially together. All of a sudden, as they walked past a blank wall, a portrait of a bald old man in a blue Shakespeare-style outfit appeared.
"Pssssst! Hey, kids! The room you're looking for is right here!" the man called.
"Vot? How do you know vot ve are looking for?"
"I just know. Now are you going to enter and see if I'm right, or are you going to keep wandering aimlessly about with this guy, whom you hate?" the portrait laughed.
"Let's check it out, Birdie! It can't be that bad." Taran pulled back the portrait and looked in. it was exactly what they were looking for. There were three dark paneled walls, one with the door, and the two on the sides had a couch each against them. The couch to the right of the door was red, and to the left was a blue one. Along the fourth wall was a bookshelf, floor to ceiling, wall to wall. It was stuffed with all sorts of books.
Hawk pushed him into the room, pulled the portrait shut, and sat down stiffly on the red couch. "May ve just get this over vith?"
"5 minutes, right? Ok. Don't interrupt me. As you know, I'm Taran. I have a twin sister named Scarlette. Our parents are, as you probably guessed, Draco and Pansy Malfoy. I look just like Scarlette, except the obvious differences. But that's where the similarities end. She likes modern wizard music; I like muggle rock. She likes her ice cream completely plain; I'll take any topping ya got. She's destined to become the faithful wife of an MotD; I'd rather die than join them. She goes home on holidays cheerful, happy, and ready to please mother and 'daddy'," here he rolled his eyes, "and I go home to be locked in my room and have food brought to me by Pawn, our faithful family house elf, when he feels like it." Taran looked relieved to get all that out of his system.
"Are you trying to tell me that you do not vant to become a Man of the Dark?" Hawk asked, actually feeling sad for him for a second before snapping herself out of it.
"Like I said, I'd rather die," this was the first remark he'd made to her since they'd met that didn't have a tone of teasing or sarcasm behind it.
"And. has your father. told you?"
"That he'll kill me if I don't join the 'Revenge for Voldie' movement before my 15th birthday? Yeah, he told me."
"My father sent me to go to school here to get avay from 'that boy's bad influence'." Hawk felt herself opening up, and she couldn't help but continue, even though she thought it would be better not to. "'That boy' is my best friend, Gabe. He vas killed August 28th. It vill be my turn this April, the thirteenth." She played with her necklace absently as she stared at the ground between the couches. Her hair made a curtain to hide her face.
"That's tough, lil' Birdie. Gabe's dad. who was he?"
"Poliankoff," Hawk spat like the name was dirt.
Taran nodded slowly. "Yeah, I met him. As bad as the rest. Why in hell would they want to avenge Voldemort's death anyway? He's dead and gone; they could go on with their lives. It's not like he'd know they weren't loyal to him anymore."
"My father explained it to me. It is something about a good cause must be followed through. it comes down to the fact that they are afraid Voldemort vill return and get revenge on those who veren't loyal or something just as idiotic."
Taran sat up, rested one arm on his knees, and reached out with the other to tuck Hawk's hair back from her face. "Listen up, Birdie. This is just plain wrong. My birthday's in April too. Let's run away on the first. We can hide out in the forbidden forest, or even right in thins room, if you'd rather. I'm sure we can get some house elf or another to bring food to us, and we could sneak around at night for showers and flying and all that." His voice was low and controlled, but his eyes were telling a different story. He was scared, and desperate. Who wouldn't be, in his position? Hawk herself was scared constantly, always watching for a black- cloaked man to jump out of the shadows and kidnap her; or a letter saying that her father was coming for her. every little thing looked suspicious. His offer would have too, if she hadn't seen the truth in his silvery, Malfoy eyes.
"They vould find us Taran, you know they vould. Then it vould just be even vorse."
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. Let's talk about something else. How come you're so small?"
"No one had figured out yet. My father has had me to see every respectable healer in the country. He's offered to have me fixed. you know, permanently enlarged, I suppose, but I really do not mind my size. It makes me fly faster." Her eyes lit up at the thought of flying, so Taran knew he'd hit of a subject she was comfortable with.
"So, you like to fly?"
"Oh, it's vonderful! There is not a thing in the vorld I vould rather do!"
"What kind of brooms do lil' Birdies ride?" he laughed.
Hawk was ecstatic. He was asking about her broom! "This kind!" she pulled her Dogstar out of her hair, unshrunk it, and showed him.
"Woah! I thought Potter was the only person with one of these!"
"Vell, he is the only person, besides me," Hawk proudly declared.
"I get it. It's cool. I just have a plain old Nimbus 2001. My dad got it for me a really long time ago, before I became a disgrace to the family."
"Nimbus brooms are not bad at all! They are very good, actually." Hawk said as she ran her fingers proudly over the engraving.
"So, you fly a lot?"
"Yes, every chance I get I vill sneak out and fly. I skip most of my classes to fly. Flying is the only thing that clears my mind. It is vonderful."
"That's what happens when I read. I guess reading is my escape. That's why the Hat put me in Ravenclaw, I think."
After that, they decided they'd better leave. If someone came looking for them, they didn't want people knowing they were friends. They hadn't intended to be friends, but how can you avoid it when you meet the only person in the world that has the same problems as you?
A/N: still no new reviews, people!! I really would like to know who you are. I mean, if you're reading this, you obviously read the story. So tell me what you think. I'll accept anything, because flames make me laugh, and so do most other reviews! I like to laugh. So, just click that little button, and talk to me!! I'll reply to each one personally, as I've said before. ;o)