Title: Into the Loving Arms of Magic
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: O.K. this chapter will sort of leave you hanging...sorry about that but I kind of end my chapters when my gut tells me to and this time my gut was yelling! Hehe...I got a made up Charm in there, do not get confused, even though it make no sense to deflect magic by using magic....I know. But I really wanted Iris to be able to listen to music...Thanks my dear Beta-reader (A.Dee)
9.
The next two weeks passed fairly quickly for Iris and things were finally beginning to go pretty well. Harry had laughed at a joke she made, which she hoped meant that he was beginning to think twice about not liking her. Hermione seemed to be softening towards her as well and her friendship with Ron was getting strong, despite the fact that they had only known each other for two weeks. The rest of their house still seemed to have a problem with her having lost them one hundred and fifty points the first day of school.
She was doing well in her classes, except for Charms and Divination. Of course, her grades were never as good as Hermione's. In potions, though, her grades were just as good, but not better than, Hermione's.
The only thing bothering her was her feelings for Snape. That and the fact that he could never feel the same for a kid like her. At night she cried herself to sleep because she ached for him and she always had the same dream.
Snape was standing in a dark room. She could barely see him. She walked toward him. Suddenly the ground under her disappeared and she was falling. That's when she wakes up, shaking and sweating.
Potions and detention were unbearable. Her feelings for Snape had grown so much after those nightmares had started. Snape had lacked the imagination to come up with a more useful punishment for Iris and so every day she sat in a corner and watched him while he worked. Her last day of detention had been no different. In a way she was relieved because she no longer had to endure 'look but don't touch' but another part of her was sad because she could only see him during Potions with a classroom full of other students.
That night after detention Iris sat on her bed with her CD player in her lap. She had put in a fresh pair of batteries but no matter what she did it didn't seem to be working.
"Damnit, I don't understand why it wont work," said Iris exasperated. Hermione peered at Iris over her book. She carefully marked her page and climbed onto Iris's bed.
"Electronics don't work at Hogwarts. It says so in Hogwarts, A History," said Hermione
"Why not?" asked Iris with despair in her voice.
"Because there is too much magic in the air," replied Hermione knowingly.
"That sucks. I wish there were something I could do," said Iris. Hermione was silent for a few moments. She looked deep in thought.
"You could try a Deflector Charm. It will deflect the magic in the air. At least that's my theory."
"Could you do it for me, Hermione, you know I'm no good at charms."
"Yeah, sure." Hermione raised her wand, pointed it at the CD player and said "Epejiosus"
Instantly music began to come out of the headphones.
"Thanks Hermione!" Said Iris. The song playing was 'Headstrong' by Trapt.
"Isn't that a Muggle device and Muggle music?" asked Hermione.
"Fuck," said Iris frustrated.
"What is it?"
"It's just that, I'm Muggle-born," said Iris defeated.
"Really? So am I," exclaimed Hermione.
"Okay. But please don't tell anyone."
"All right. I won't, But why not?"
"Does anyone know that you're muggle born?" asked Iris.
"Yes, most people."
"And they don't say anything?" Iris looked at her friend disbelievingly.
"Who are they?" Hermione asked.
"Everyone, the students, the teachers," Iris looked at the young witch fearfully, her eyes moistened and her voice was high when she spoke next, "Everyone" she repeated.
"No," said Hermione cautiously.
"When I first started in Regilucios, I used to tell people that I was Muggle-born. I didn't see anything wrong with it. Soon everyone began to make jokes. They called me 'Mudblood.'" Tears rolled down her cheeks and she hastily wiped them away. She shook her head. "Okay. I'm Sorry. Please, just don't tell anyone.'
"Don't worry, I won't but here no one will judge you because you're muggle-born, well, maybe some people. Trust me. There are plenty of Muggle-borns here at Hogwarts."
"I'd rather no one knew anyway." She jammed her headphones on her head and Hermione went to continue reading her book. She started to fall asleep as 'Stacy's Mom' by Fountains of Wayne was blaring from her headphones.
Everything was dark. All Iris could see was Severus standing a few yards away. She gingerly took a step forward, making sure that there was ground ahead of her. She tried to call out to him but her voice got stuck in her throat. Suddenly she was falling. She couldn't yell all she could do was think of Sevie and the way he made her feel.
Iris sat up in bed with a cold sweat. That's it, thought Iris, I have to go see him. I have to tell him how I feel. What's the worst that could happen? He'll call me stupid, take a few points off and give me detention. With that she stood.
She knew where his private rooms were; all she had to do was get there without being caught. Suddenly and idea came to her. She stealthily climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitory, she found Harry's bed and woke him up. He say upright and quickly grabbed his glasses.
"Iris? What the hell are you doing here at-" he glanced at his watch "one in the morning."
"Shh... Do you want to wake everyone up? Look, I need a favor."
"Are you mad? Didn't you hear me say it's one in the morning?"
"I know. Harry, I need you to lend me your invisibility cloak," said Iris and when she say the look in his face added, "and don't try to tell me that you don't have one because Ron already told me abut your adventures under the cloak. So, please?" She looked pleadingly at him.
"No," he said as he took off his glasses.
"Oh, c'mon, I know you don't like me but I really need this Harry."
"No," He repeated as he lay down and turned on his side.
"Harry, please."
"I said no, so shut it and leave me alone."
"Okay then, I'll have to go without it and risk getting caught," said Iris as she turned and walked out of the room.
She pushed the portrait door open and was about to step out when she heard someone call to her.
"Go ahead and take it. But be very careful with it because it was my father's." Said Harry as he stood in his pajamas holding out the invisibility cloak.
"Thank you so much. I promise I'll take care of it." She walked up to Harry, grabbed the cloak and gave him a peck on the cheek. He looked a bit taken aback.
She stepped out of the warmth of the Gryffindor common room and into the cold corridor. 'Okay, this is it,' she thought.
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: O.K. this chapter will sort of leave you hanging...sorry about that but I kind of end my chapters when my gut tells me to and this time my gut was yelling! Hehe...I got a made up Charm in there, do not get confused, even though it make no sense to deflect magic by using magic....I know. But I really wanted Iris to be able to listen to music...Thanks my dear Beta-reader (A.Dee)
9.
The next two weeks passed fairly quickly for Iris and things were finally beginning to go pretty well. Harry had laughed at a joke she made, which she hoped meant that he was beginning to think twice about not liking her. Hermione seemed to be softening towards her as well and her friendship with Ron was getting strong, despite the fact that they had only known each other for two weeks. The rest of their house still seemed to have a problem with her having lost them one hundred and fifty points the first day of school.
She was doing well in her classes, except for Charms and Divination. Of course, her grades were never as good as Hermione's. In potions, though, her grades were just as good, but not better than, Hermione's.
The only thing bothering her was her feelings for Snape. That and the fact that he could never feel the same for a kid like her. At night she cried herself to sleep because she ached for him and she always had the same dream.
Snape was standing in a dark room. She could barely see him. She walked toward him. Suddenly the ground under her disappeared and she was falling. That's when she wakes up, shaking and sweating.
Potions and detention were unbearable. Her feelings for Snape had grown so much after those nightmares had started. Snape had lacked the imagination to come up with a more useful punishment for Iris and so every day she sat in a corner and watched him while he worked. Her last day of detention had been no different. In a way she was relieved because she no longer had to endure 'look but don't touch' but another part of her was sad because she could only see him during Potions with a classroom full of other students.
That night after detention Iris sat on her bed with her CD player in her lap. She had put in a fresh pair of batteries but no matter what she did it didn't seem to be working.
"Damnit, I don't understand why it wont work," said Iris exasperated. Hermione peered at Iris over her book. She carefully marked her page and climbed onto Iris's bed.
"Electronics don't work at Hogwarts. It says so in Hogwarts, A History," said Hermione
"Why not?" asked Iris with despair in her voice.
"Because there is too much magic in the air," replied Hermione knowingly.
"That sucks. I wish there were something I could do," said Iris. Hermione was silent for a few moments. She looked deep in thought.
"You could try a Deflector Charm. It will deflect the magic in the air. At least that's my theory."
"Could you do it for me, Hermione, you know I'm no good at charms."
"Yeah, sure." Hermione raised her wand, pointed it at the CD player and said "Epejiosus"
Instantly music began to come out of the headphones.
"Thanks Hermione!" Said Iris. The song playing was 'Headstrong' by Trapt.
"Isn't that a Muggle device and Muggle music?" asked Hermione.
"Fuck," said Iris frustrated.
"What is it?"
"It's just that, I'm Muggle-born," said Iris defeated.
"Really? So am I," exclaimed Hermione.
"Okay. But please don't tell anyone."
"All right. I won't, But why not?"
"Does anyone know that you're muggle born?" asked Iris.
"Yes, most people."
"And they don't say anything?" Iris looked at her friend disbelievingly.
"Who are they?" Hermione asked.
"Everyone, the students, the teachers," Iris looked at the young witch fearfully, her eyes moistened and her voice was high when she spoke next, "Everyone" she repeated.
"No," said Hermione cautiously.
"When I first started in Regilucios, I used to tell people that I was Muggle-born. I didn't see anything wrong with it. Soon everyone began to make jokes. They called me 'Mudblood.'" Tears rolled down her cheeks and she hastily wiped them away. She shook her head. "Okay. I'm Sorry. Please, just don't tell anyone.'
"Don't worry, I won't but here no one will judge you because you're muggle-born, well, maybe some people. Trust me. There are plenty of Muggle-borns here at Hogwarts."
"I'd rather no one knew anyway." She jammed her headphones on her head and Hermione went to continue reading her book. She started to fall asleep as 'Stacy's Mom' by Fountains of Wayne was blaring from her headphones.
Everything was dark. All Iris could see was Severus standing a few yards away. She gingerly took a step forward, making sure that there was ground ahead of her. She tried to call out to him but her voice got stuck in her throat. Suddenly she was falling. She couldn't yell all she could do was think of Sevie and the way he made her feel.
Iris sat up in bed with a cold sweat. That's it, thought Iris, I have to go see him. I have to tell him how I feel. What's the worst that could happen? He'll call me stupid, take a few points off and give me detention. With that she stood.
She knew where his private rooms were; all she had to do was get there without being caught. Suddenly and idea came to her. She stealthily climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitory, she found Harry's bed and woke him up. He say upright and quickly grabbed his glasses.
"Iris? What the hell are you doing here at-" he glanced at his watch "one in the morning."
"Shh... Do you want to wake everyone up? Look, I need a favor."
"Are you mad? Didn't you hear me say it's one in the morning?"
"I know. Harry, I need you to lend me your invisibility cloak," said Iris and when she say the look in his face added, "and don't try to tell me that you don't have one because Ron already told me abut your adventures under the cloak. So, please?" She looked pleadingly at him.
"No," he said as he took off his glasses.
"Oh, c'mon, I know you don't like me but I really need this Harry."
"No," He repeated as he lay down and turned on his side.
"Harry, please."
"I said no, so shut it and leave me alone."
"Okay then, I'll have to go without it and risk getting caught," said Iris as she turned and walked out of the room.
She pushed the portrait door open and was about to step out when she heard someone call to her.
"Go ahead and take it. But be very careful with it because it was my father's." Said Harry as he stood in his pajamas holding out the invisibility cloak.
"Thank you so much. I promise I'll take care of it." She walked up to Harry, grabbed the cloak and gave him a peck on the cheek. He looked a bit taken aback.
She stepped out of the warmth of the Gryffindor common room and into the cold corridor. 'Okay, this is it,' she thought.