The New Me
Bold is French
Chapter 3
Halloween (Debbie's Story, Chap. 1)
Damien walked around the school. He was trying to find his next class, Potions. He had been there for about a month and was just getting used to his schedule. He had made many new friends and was very happy. He liked all his classes, even History of Magic, with the teacher, Prof. Hellinswatcher, was intriguing. Damien was acing History because they were learning about- you guessed it- Harry Potter. They had also learned all of his 'friends' names. Damien guessed that news of Harry's friends' abusive paths hadn't reached Beaxabatons yet. He had also noticed that Debbie what's-her-last-name had been watching him a lot. She also always seemed to have that peculiar gray notebook with her. . .
"Ah! Here it is! Potions, room 31B."
Damien trotted in and greeted Prof. Bennitley with a wave. He went and sat down in his seat. Just then a note appeared on his desk. He read,
Dear Damien,
Please meet me in the room behind the ugly gray gargoyles in the second floor corridor after the Halloween feast.
Debbie Reennital
Damien gulped and nodded to Debbie. He was hoping she didn't know…
* * *
Damien sat in the Eating Room. He sat by Devan, Eddie, and Ben. He was having a wonderful time. The candy was countless and the laughing loud. Just then Damien heard a deafing roar. The teachers yelled at all the students, commanding them to remain in their seats. They then rushed to the windows.
"Oh my Go…"
"It's-it's-it's a HUNGARIAN HORNTAIL!!!!"
The students screamed. All except Damien, who stood there, memories flying into his head. All of them from the 1st task, which was two years ago. Then he remembered the cauldron and Voldemort. Then someone ran into him. He fell and couldn't get up until half the school had trampled over him trying to get out. He didn't notice the Horntail rip off the ceiling. When the school had finally gotten out, Damien got up.
"Ouch…" He was very sore. He looked up and saw the Horntail looking around the room. Damien slowly backed away, trying not to make a sound. But, unfortunately, he ran into a fallen vase and it rolled around the floor, finally cracking at the foot of a table. The Horntail looked down at him.
"Please don't hurt me," Damien pleaded in English. "Please!" sorrowfully, the dragon breathed fire at him. Damien tried to dodge it but it hit him right in the leg. Damien winced, and ran as quickly as he could; dodging almost every flame the dragon threw at him. Beaxabatons, unlike Hogwarts, was fireproof, or at least the Eating Room was. Damien reached the door, threw it open, limped out, and slammed it shut. He breathlessly walked towards his dormitory that he shared with Devan and his friends, when he remembered Debbie's letter. Damien entered the room and there sat Debbie, holding her notebook.
"Oh my gosh…what happened to you?" Debbie said, standing up.
Damien collapsed on a nearby bed, (they were in an old dormitory) and lay down.
"Dragon…ouch." Damien's breathing started getting slow and irregular. "It hurphgabyfv…" With that he fell into unconsciousness.
"Fu…dge," Debbie almost swore, and ran out the dormitory door towards the nurses office.
***
Debbie led the nurse back to the abandoned dormitory. When they went in, the nurse rushed over to Damien. When she got there, she chortled.
"He's probably only unconscious because someone cursed him in the hallway, these burns are only minor."
Debbie sighed "Good,"
The nurse quickly healed his wounds and then poured a potion down his throat.
"If he doesn't wake up in five minutes, come get me."
"Okay."
But Damien woke up in two minutes. As soon as he woke, Debbie said the thing she asked him to come for: "I know who you are…"
* * *
Damien stopped breathing for a millisecond before saying smugly. "Who?"
Debbie replied, even smugger, "Harry Potter."
Damien nodded. "How did you figure it out?"
"Owls and stuff."
"Let me guess, you owled Weasley and Granger."
"Yea; and I see you aren't afraid of saying their names anymore. ~*
"Never was."
"I just have a few questions. One, why didn't you tell
anyone here?"
"I didn't want anyone to know, I thought they would hate me."
"Why did you think they would hate you?"
"Since they did at my old school."
"When are you planning on telling everyone?"
"I don't know, maybe never. . .And you'd better not tell them either."
"I won't, just, will you read this??"
She handed him her gray notebook.
Damien nodded, took it, opened it and began reading
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Debbie's story, Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Life of a Celebrity, By Debbie Reennital
My name is Harry Potter, more commonly, at Beaxabatons, Damien Seeking. Any of you reading this will be like 'Oh! It's Harry Potter!!! He's so lucky to be famous!!' Well, any of you are wrong. Being a celebrity is one of the worst things that could ever happen to a person, especially when you're being famous has to do with Voldemort. Well, you people who think that are about to hear the story of a hero, through that hero's eyes…
Damien looked at Debbie, grinning.
"That's only the start. I'll need you to help me finish it…"
Damien smiled again, "I like it!!"
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Done!
3 days till Christmas!!! : ) I'm so happy!!!!
Reviewers. . .
luneproject: I agree. . . But it's the best I can do until I know how to bold and italicize!
Shdurrani: Good to have you back!!
ZeonReborn: You took over a cookie factory!! Cool!! I guess he was scared. What flavor of cookie. . . hmmm. . . how about m&m with frosting?? Yummy!!!!!
Bookworm2000: Two!! Lucky! But you're not evil, you're just a horror fanatic!! Okay, you're scaring me now. . .
MixedUpAgain: 3 now!! And he will be dueling later on, so yea, he'd better get over that phobia.
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