Harry and Blaise walked with Hermione to the Great Hall for dinner (Harry
had left Sadie in his trunk to avoid possible snake hungriness). Hermione
talked nonstop about classes and the fascinating things they'd learned all
the way through the corridors and the two Slytherins listened, adding in
comments when Hermione stopped for breath. All three of them were
discussing the theory of Transfiguration by the time they sat down -
Hermione sat at the Slytherin table again.
Halfway through the meal, Harry glanced up at the Staff Table. For the first time he noticed a strange teacher in rusty purple robes and a white turban. He couldn't see the man's face; his back was turned. Harry peered to the man's left to see Snape. He was about to scowl when it happened.
Snape looked away from the man in the turban - right at Harry. Harry felt a sudden flash of pain streak through his scar. He flinched very slightly at the sudden, intense pain, and resisted the urge to clamp a hand over his scar - he merely stared Snape down.
But Snape didn't seem to be looking away, even though the pain had ebbed away. Harry and Snape fought a silent fight, green eyes versus black.
Harry could almost picture it in his head, like an announcer from one of those ridiculous wrestling games Dudley used to watch on the television. "And ebony seems to be putting up a good fight over unbeaten champion emerald. Neither seems to be backing down. Can ebony be emerald's match? Can someone else at last truly challenge emerald? Nah, I'm just hallucinating, had a little much to drink . . ."
Harry snickered and broke the stare, pointedly returning to his food. He looked up to see Blaise and Hermione pouring over a very thick, heavy book. Every once in a while they would giggle and turn the page.
"Good joke book?" Harry asked. Hermione and Blaise both jumped and looked back up at Harry. He watched in amazement as both of them turned bright red. "Apparently so."
"Um, yeah, jokes. Funny ones."
Harry raised one black eyebrow. The girls blushed darker and Hermione quickly closed the book, almost slamming it on Blaise's green and silver scarf. Blaise wrenched her scarf away from Hermione. Hermione gave a little nervous giggle and tucked the book under her seat.
* * *
Blaise and Harry parted ways with Hermione at the staircases. As they walked down to the dungeons, Harry's mind returned to what Ollivander had said . . . "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it . . ."
Did what?
When everyone had cleared out of the common room, Harry turned to Blaise so abruptly she started.
"Blaise. Why does everyone stare at my forehead?" he asked bluntly. Blaise stared at him for a moment, before her eyes too went to his scar. Then she turned away and fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Erm, it's a very long story . . ." she mumbled.
"Tell me Blaise." He said.
"But surely it can wait . . ."
"Please." He pleaded. She looked up at him. He was pleading with her.
"Ehm . . . Alright. A long time ago, there was a wizard. One who went bad. Very bad. As bad as you can go. His name was Voldemort."
"Voldemort? But that means "wings of death" in Latin." Harry interjected. Blaise nodded.
"Yes, it does. Voldemort was not the wizard's real name, of course. I don't know what his real name was, but that's really not the point. Anyway, it was about twenty years ago that Voldemort started looking for followers. And he got them - some were afraid of him and didn't want to die, because he'd kill them if they said no, see. And some wanted a bit of his power. He was getting quite powerful by then. He was taking over. Some good wizards and witches stood up to him. He killed them. One of the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Everybody says Dumbledore's the only one Voldemort was afraid of.
"I've heard people say that your mum and dad, Lily and James Potter, were Head boy and Head girl at Hogwarts. They were apparently very nice people - I wouldn't know, I wasn't even a year old when they died."
"My parents died in a car crash." Harry put in. Blaise froze and gaped at him.
"WHAT?!"
"My. Parents. Died. In. A. Car. Crash." Harry repeated slowly.
"No they didn't!" Blaise nearly yelled.
"What?"
"Voldemort killed them!"
"WHAT?!"
"Yes! He wanted them on his side, because they were good at magic, but they refused, so he went after them! It was on Halloween, almost eleven years ago, and you were only a year old, like me. Lord Voldemort turned up the village - Godric's Hollow - which you and your parents were living in. He killed them. And he tried to kill you - but somehow the curse rebounded off you and left you with that scar. The curse hit him and killed him." Blaise finished in a rush. Harry stared openmouthed at her.
"Voldemort tried to kill . . . me?"
"Yes."
"And I . . . survived?"
"What's it look like to you?"
"But my parents didn't?"
Blaise immediately softened. Harry looked very lost and shocked. She stood up from her place next to the dim fire and sat beside Harry. She placed an arm around him.
"No, they didn't, Harry. I'm sorry." She whispered and laid her head on his shoulder. She felt him shudder violently and pulled away quickly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Harry turned his emerald eyes on her, but they seemed different somehow . . . haunted. She shivered slightly.
"Why do you sit where it's cold?" She asked, rubbing her arms.
"I don't know. Habit. I never got to sit anywhere near the fire at the Dursleys." He said quietly. "Are you cold?"
"A bit." She replied, even though she was very cold indeed.
Harry scooted a tiny bit closer to her and wrapped one arm around her.
Too shocked to do anything, she sat rigidly.
"Better?" he asked softly, his breath playing on her ear. She nodded stiffly.
After a moment she relaxed and leaned against Harry. An awkward pause followed.
"What were the Dursleys like?" she asked to fill the space.
"Awful." Harry said, and proceeded to tell her many horrible things, like the chores he had to do, his cupboard, and many other awful things. Then he told her he had run away the year before and lived on the streets since.
"I can see why you brought moldy cheese to the Sorting, then." She said, and giggled. Harry laughed softly beside her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he hardly even noticed when she fell right asleep.
* * *
When Blaise woke up at dawn the next morning, she was surprised to find herself leaning against Harry. She didn't move and kept her breath slow and steady. She carefully looked up.
Harry was sitting stock still, green eyes focused on the stone wall above the empty fireplace. He seemed very preoccupied.
"Harry?" she whispered up to him. He seemed to shake himself and looked down at her.
"Good morning." He said softly. She smiled.
"Morning. Did you sleep at all?"
"No, I . . ." he looked off at the wall again, eyes clouding over. "I don't think I did."
"Oh Harry." She wrapped both arms around him and gave a bone-crushing hug. He tentatively returned the favor.
Blaise didn't want to move. It was very warm. And very nice to be hugged. Her parents hadn't hugged her since she was nine, and that was only because . . .
Blaise pulled away from Harry suddenly, her hand going to her right biceps. She closed her eyes from the sudden pain. She knew Harry was staring at her in surprise, but she locked eyes with the cold floor.
"Blaise?" he asked. She shook her head slightly. He scooted a touch closer to her and her fingers tightened around her biceps. "Blaise." He whispered in her ear. She relaxed a little. Then Harry's warm fingers closed over her own and lifted them away.
"Harry, don't! NO! You can't - " she cried and tried quite valiantly to escape, but Harry had pulled away the robes and now her arm was exposed. Blaise began to cry silently as she struggled to free herself.
* * *
Harry stared at Blaise's arm, at the dark ink that contrasted shockingly with her milky white skin. It was a tattoo that she had been clutching. In the blackest of black ink, a snake, long and thin, was drawn into her flesh. It was hissing, a black tongue flicking out. The snake's eyes glowed red. And there, behind the snake, was a skull, drawn in the bluest of indigoes, empty eye sockets wide and staring. The snake seemed to be coiled around the skull.
Then, as Harry watched, the snake blinked. It moved, almost experimentally, and flicked its tongue several times. Then the glowing red eyes found his. The snake hissed, almost in pleasure. Then it uncoiled itself from the skull.
Harry leaned closer to Blaise's struggling arm. The snake seemed to reach out of Blaise's skin.
Harry, against every instinct that told him to shove the sleeve onto the snake tattoo, reached out a finger and touched the snake's body.
And then the snake, so fast Harry could hardly see it, shot out from Blaise's skin, leaving a large white patch where the tattoo was, and melted onto Harry's skin.
Harry leapt back in surprise, crying out. The snake seemed to have settled around his finger, but then it began to slither up his wrist. Harry cried out again; it felt like his skin was being ripped up. And it was: wherever the snake slithered it left a shocked white patch. When the snake finally curled up near his biceps, the white line had begun to bleed.
Harry looked up at Blaise. She was sobbing dryly, hands covering her face. Harry saw the patch where the snake had been was bleeding in torrents now.
"Blaise, what . . ." he asked. She looked up through tear-blurred eyes at him.
"Why Harry? Why? Why couldn't you just . . . leave it alone." She whispered, looking down at her feet again.
"What happened?" Harry asked more urgently.
"Now he'll know, and it'll all be bad, and I've ruined your life, and . . ."
"BLAISE!" Harry yelled. She looked up at him. "/What happened/?"
"We're bonded."
"We're what-ed?"
"Bonded."
"Okay . . . that's supposed to be a good thing, right?" he asked tentatively.
"No." Blaise's eyes filled again as she whispered. "This is not binding by soul-mates. This -" she faltered. "This snake was branded onto me by Lucius Malfoy -"
"Not Draco's father?"
"The very one. It was branded on three other children and me when we were all nine. Lucius led a band of rogue Death Eaters, see, even though Voldemort was gone, and he wanted to keep the old Mudblood killings going. This tattoo showed our enslavement to him and, if Voldemort ever came back, we would be enslaved to him as well. That's what the skull is for. The snake doesn't come out of the skull's mouth, as the Dark Mark would - "
"Dark Mark?"
"Enslavement to Voldemort. This snake is different, and it can move. The bond works like this: the first person I show my mark to, and that the snake sees, it moves onto their skin. This creates the bond. I keep the skull, you keep the snake. The bond was originally to be used for getting in formation. See, within a few hours of bonding, we'll be able to read each other's minds."
"How is this a bad thing?"
"Oh Harry," Blaise cried. "We're bound together for life. You will never be able to kill me, but I'll be able to kill you. Our wands will never work against each other. You will never be able to physically hurt me, but I will be able to hurt you. We'll each have some control over the other. But Harry, if something specific doesn't happen in five years' time, you'll die."
* * *
"What's supposed to happen?" Harry asked urgently after a moment's shocked silence.
"I don't know." Blaise admitted. "We were told that they would inform us when we bound someone to us. Oh Harry, if I hadn't put my hand on my arm you wouldn't have seen this and we wouldn't be bound and you wouldn't die in five years! It's all my fault!" she sobbed. Harry gathered her up in his arms.
"Don't cry Blaise. I have a feeling that I'm better off bound to you than Draco Malfoy." He said. She managed a weak laugh.
"Malfoy wasn't one of them. The other three were Cepheus Major, Alada Avery, and Caelum Nott. Draco still hates me because I was chosen by his own father over him."
"Who're those other three? Major, Avery, and Nott?" he asked, still holding her tightly.
"Three other first year Slytherins. Major always seems really quiet and subdued. Nott is the ladies' man of . . . well, probably the century. Avery is the snootiest Slytherin I've ever met, and I've met plenty thanks to my mother's parties."
"Your mother's parties?" Harry asked. He felt Blaise shudder.
"Dark Revels. Even though Voldemort's gone, the Death Eaters that are still loyal like to kidnap Muggles and sometimes Mudbloods and torture them. My mother is a pureblood and a Death Eater. Evita Zabini."
"And your father?"
"Dead." Blaise said flatly. "Mother killed him at one of her parties."
"Oh." Harry responded, surprised.
"Mother hates me," Blaise continued. "I'm half-blood, and her own kin. She thinks I'm a disgrace. I hate living with her. I was so damn excited to come to Hogwarts and get away from all that, but as soon as I got here I was put in Slytherin with gits like Malfoy who I have to keep up my guard around."
Harry didn't reply but merely hugged her tighter.
"Blaise." He whispered on her ear.
"What?" she whispered back.
"Go to sleep."
And she did.
A/N: Did ya like it? I don't know how you'll take the whole bonded thing, but I hope you like it . . . any ideas for what has to happen in five years? Any at all? I'm clueless.
I'm sorry, but ff.net wasn't working Saturday! I'm late! Agh! And THEN yesterday I could log in but every time I loaded the document it came up as blank when I went to load it on the story! AGH! ::runs off pulling hair out:: I'm so sorry!
Reviews:
Serapotter: ::cringes:: do you still like it?
Lokia: I see your point . . . well, I am thoroughly glad that I didn't bond Harry to Hermione (which I think is VERY VERY wrong by the way), or I'd have a very angry reviewer to respond too.
t.a.g: Mmm, I dunno, I kind of pictured Snape as . . . well, I don't know, only favoring a few Slytherins, or something. I don't know, it's odd. Something like that.
Life: Really? The coolest? ::blushes crimson:: thanks!
Carey Miles: Well, I don't think anybody else is going to find out about Harry's Parselmouth-iness until Chamber of Secrets . . . whoa . . . do you think I'll even get that far with this fic?
Kitty: Hmm . . . Harry's goodness at drawing will not be that important to the plot, but eventually it'll play a part I guess . . . haven't really figured it out yet.
Katy999: Snape doesn't currently hate Harry, he just doesn't really know how to react, you know. This may be his son, but he doesn't want to start to like him because what if Harry isn't his son? Snape just doesn't know how to act yet.
Momma-dar: Thanks!
Phoenix Flight: I like Sadie too . . . she was a good creation of mine . . .
Kitala: Lol. Agreed. I've been writing the next chapter during math . . . got called on and didn't know the answer. ::blushes::
Rebma: Thanks!
Rachel: How do you know what color my towels are? And I dunno . . . I have a thing where Ron is always a prat. Bleh . . .
Rachel: Well, Blaise is a guys name in French or Italian or something, but I dunno. My first impression was a girl. Blaise's brother? Haven't given him much thought. He'll come in later, I suppose. Yeah, instead of Hedwig there's Sadie. And yeah, he drew Blaise! He's so sweet. ::sighs:: ::wishes guys were really like that::
Guess what? I saw The Core today! That is SUCH an awesome movie! There's a preview for the 2nd HP movie that comes out April 11th! I loved it! I'm going to DIE waiting.
Halfway through the meal, Harry glanced up at the Staff Table. For the first time he noticed a strange teacher in rusty purple robes and a white turban. He couldn't see the man's face; his back was turned. Harry peered to the man's left to see Snape. He was about to scowl when it happened.
Snape looked away from the man in the turban - right at Harry. Harry felt a sudden flash of pain streak through his scar. He flinched very slightly at the sudden, intense pain, and resisted the urge to clamp a hand over his scar - he merely stared Snape down.
But Snape didn't seem to be looking away, even though the pain had ebbed away. Harry and Snape fought a silent fight, green eyes versus black.
Harry could almost picture it in his head, like an announcer from one of those ridiculous wrestling games Dudley used to watch on the television. "And ebony seems to be putting up a good fight over unbeaten champion emerald. Neither seems to be backing down. Can ebony be emerald's match? Can someone else at last truly challenge emerald? Nah, I'm just hallucinating, had a little much to drink . . ."
Harry snickered and broke the stare, pointedly returning to his food. He looked up to see Blaise and Hermione pouring over a very thick, heavy book. Every once in a while they would giggle and turn the page.
"Good joke book?" Harry asked. Hermione and Blaise both jumped and looked back up at Harry. He watched in amazement as both of them turned bright red. "Apparently so."
"Um, yeah, jokes. Funny ones."
Harry raised one black eyebrow. The girls blushed darker and Hermione quickly closed the book, almost slamming it on Blaise's green and silver scarf. Blaise wrenched her scarf away from Hermione. Hermione gave a little nervous giggle and tucked the book under her seat.
* * *
Blaise and Harry parted ways with Hermione at the staircases. As they walked down to the dungeons, Harry's mind returned to what Ollivander had said . . . "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it . . ."
Did what?
When everyone had cleared out of the common room, Harry turned to Blaise so abruptly she started.
"Blaise. Why does everyone stare at my forehead?" he asked bluntly. Blaise stared at him for a moment, before her eyes too went to his scar. Then she turned away and fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Erm, it's a very long story . . ." she mumbled.
"Tell me Blaise." He said.
"But surely it can wait . . ."
"Please." He pleaded. She looked up at him. He was pleading with her.
"Ehm . . . Alright. A long time ago, there was a wizard. One who went bad. Very bad. As bad as you can go. His name was Voldemort."
"Voldemort? But that means "wings of death" in Latin." Harry interjected. Blaise nodded.
"Yes, it does. Voldemort was not the wizard's real name, of course. I don't know what his real name was, but that's really not the point. Anyway, it was about twenty years ago that Voldemort started looking for followers. And he got them - some were afraid of him and didn't want to die, because he'd kill them if they said no, see. And some wanted a bit of his power. He was getting quite powerful by then. He was taking over. Some good wizards and witches stood up to him. He killed them. One of the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Everybody says Dumbledore's the only one Voldemort was afraid of.
"I've heard people say that your mum and dad, Lily and James Potter, were Head boy and Head girl at Hogwarts. They were apparently very nice people - I wouldn't know, I wasn't even a year old when they died."
"My parents died in a car crash." Harry put in. Blaise froze and gaped at him.
"WHAT?!"
"My. Parents. Died. In. A. Car. Crash." Harry repeated slowly.
"No they didn't!" Blaise nearly yelled.
"What?"
"Voldemort killed them!"
"WHAT?!"
"Yes! He wanted them on his side, because they were good at magic, but they refused, so he went after them! It was on Halloween, almost eleven years ago, and you were only a year old, like me. Lord Voldemort turned up the village - Godric's Hollow - which you and your parents were living in. He killed them. And he tried to kill you - but somehow the curse rebounded off you and left you with that scar. The curse hit him and killed him." Blaise finished in a rush. Harry stared openmouthed at her.
"Voldemort tried to kill . . . me?"
"Yes."
"And I . . . survived?"
"What's it look like to you?"
"But my parents didn't?"
Blaise immediately softened. Harry looked very lost and shocked. She stood up from her place next to the dim fire and sat beside Harry. She placed an arm around him.
"No, they didn't, Harry. I'm sorry." She whispered and laid her head on his shoulder. She felt him shudder violently and pulled away quickly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Harry turned his emerald eyes on her, but they seemed different somehow . . . haunted. She shivered slightly.
"Why do you sit where it's cold?" She asked, rubbing her arms.
"I don't know. Habit. I never got to sit anywhere near the fire at the Dursleys." He said quietly. "Are you cold?"
"A bit." She replied, even though she was very cold indeed.
Harry scooted a tiny bit closer to her and wrapped one arm around her.
Too shocked to do anything, she sat rigidly.
"Better?" he asked softly, his breath playing on her ear. She nodded stiffly.
After a moment she relaxed and leaned against Harry. An awkward pause followed.
"What were the Dursleys like?" she asked to fill the space.
"Awful." Harry said, and proceeded to tell her many horrible things, like the chores he had to do, his cupboard, and many other awful things. Then he told her he had run away the year before and lived on the streets since.
"I can see why you brought moldy cheese to the Sorting, then." She said, and giggled. Harry laughed softly beside her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he hardly even noticed when she fell right asleep.
* * *
When Blaise woke up at dawn the next morning, she was surprised to find herself leaning against Harry. She didn't move and kept her breath slow and steady. She carefully looked up.
Harry was sitting stock still, green eyes focused on the stone wall above the empty fireplace. He seemed very preoccupied.
"Harry?" she whispered up to him. He seemed to shake himself and looked down at her.
"Good morning." He said softly. She smiled.
"Morning. Did you sleep at all?"
"No, I . . ." he looked off at the wall again, eyes clouding over. "I don't think I did."
"Oh Harry." She wrapped both arms around him and gave a bone-crushing hug. He tentatively returned the favor.
Blaise didn't want to move. It was very warm. And very nice to be hugged. Her parents hadn't hugged her since she was nine, and that was only because . . .
Blaise pulled away from Harry suddenly, her hand going to her right biceps. She closed her eyes from the sudden pain. She knew Harry was staring at her in surprise, but she locked eyes with the cold floor.
"Blaise?" he asked. She shook her head slightly. He scooted a touch closer to her and her fingers tightened around her biceps. "Blaise." He whispered in her ear. She relaxed a little. Then Harry's warm fingers closed over her own and lifted them away.
"Harry, don't! NO! You can't - " she cried and tried quite valiantly to escape, but Harry had pulled away the robes and now her arm was exposed. Blaise began to cry silently as she struggled to free herself.
* * *
Harry stared at Blaise's arm, at the dark ink that contrasted shockingly with her milky white skin. It was a tattoo that she had been clutching. In the blackest of black ink, a snake, long and thin, was drawn into her flesh. It was hissing, a black tongue flicking out. The snake's eyes glowed red. And there, behind the snake, was a skull, drawn in the bluest of indigoes, empty eye sockets wide and staring. The snake seemed to be coiled around the skull.
Then, as Harry watched, the snake blinked. It moved, almost experimentally, and flicked its tongue several times. Then the glowing red eyes found his. The snake hissed, almost in pleasure. Then it uncoiled itself from the skull.
Harry leaned closer to Blaise's struggling arm. The snake seemed to reach out of Blaise's skin.
Harry, against every instinct that told him to shove the sleeve onto the snake tattoo, reached out a finger and touched the snake's body.
And then the snake, so fast Harry could hardly see it, shot out from Blaise's skin, leaving a large white patch where the tattoo was, and melted onto Harry's skin.
Harry leapt back in surprise, crying out. The snake seemed to have settled around his finger, but then it began to slither up his wrist. Harry cried out again; it felt like his skin was being ripped up. And it was: wherever the snake slithered it left a shocked white patch. When the snake finally curled up near his biceps, the white line had begun to bleed.
Harry looked up at Blaise. She was sobbing dryly, hands covering her face. Harry saw the patch where the snake had been was bleeding in torrents now.
"Blaise, what . . ." he asked. She looked up through tear-blurred eyes at him.
"Why Harry? Why? Why couldn't you just . . . leave it alone." She whispered, looking down at her feet again.
"What happened?" Harry asked more urgently.
"Now he'll know, and it'll all be bad, and I've ruined your life, and . . ."
"BLAISE!" Harry yelled. She looked up at him. "/What happened/?"
"We're bonded."
"We're what-ed?"
"Bonded."
"Okay . . . that's supposed to be a good thing, right?" he asked tentatively.
"No." Blaise's eyes filled again as she whispered. "This is not binding by soul-mates. This -" she faltered. "This snake was branded onto me by Lucius Malfoy -"
"Not Draco's father?"
"The very one. It was branded on three other children and me when we were all nine. Lucius led a band of rogue Death Eaters, see, even though Voldemort was gone, and he wanted to keep the old Mudblood killings going. This tattoo showed our enslavement to him and, if Voldemort ever came back, we would be enslaved to him as well. That's what the skull is for. The snake doesn't come out of the skull's mouth, as the Dark Mark would - "
"Dark Mark?"
"Enslavement to Voldemort. This snake is different, and it can move. The bond works like this: the first person I show my mark to, and that the snake sees, it moves onto their skin. This creates the bond. I keep the skull, you keep the snake. The bond was originally to be used for getting in formation. See, within a few hours of bonding, we'll be able to read each other's minds."
"How is this a bad thing?"
"Oh Harry," Blaise cried. "We're bound together for life. You will never be able to kill me, but I'll be able to kill you. Our wands will never work against each other. You will never be able to physically hurt me, but I will be able to hurt you. We'll each have some control over the other. But Harry, if something specific doesn't happen in five years' time, you'll die."
* * *
"What's supposed to happen?" Harry asked urgently after a moment's shocked silence.
"I don't know." Blaise admitted. "We were told that they would inform us when we bound someone to us. Oh Harry, if I hadn't put my hand on my arm you wouldn't have seen this and we wouldn't be bound and you wouldn't die in five years! It's all my fault!" she sobbed. Harry gathered her up in his arms.
"Don't cry Blaise. I have a feeling that I'm better off bound to you than Draco Malfoy." He said. She managed a weak laugh.
"Malfoy wasn't one of them. The other three were Cepheus Major, Alada Avery, and Caelum Nott. Draco still hates me because I was chosen by his own father over him."
"Who're those other three? Major, Avery, and Nott?" he asked, still holding her tightly.
"Three other first year Slytherins. Major always seems really quiet and subdued. Nott is the ladies' man of . . . well, probably the century. Avery is the snootiest Slytherin I've ever met, and I've met plenty thanks to my mother's parties."
"Your mother's parties?" Harry asked. He felt Blaise shudder.
"Dark Revels. Even though Voldemort's gone, the Death Eaters that are still loyal like to kidnap Muggles and sometimes Mudbloods and torture them. My mother is a pureblood and a Death Eater. Evita Zabini."
"And your father?"
"Dead." Blaise said flatly. "Mother killed him at one of her parties."
"Oh." Harry responded, surprised.
"Mother hates me," Blaise continued. "I'm half-blood, and her own kin. She thinks I'm a disgrace. I hate living with her. I was so damn excited to come to Hogwarts and get away from all that, but as soon as I got here I was put in Slytherin with gits like Malfoy who I have to keep up my guard around."
Harry didn't reply but merely hugged her tighter.
"Blaise." He whispered on her ear.
"What?" she whispered back.
"Go to sleep."
And she did.
A/N: Did ya like it? I don't know how you'll take the whole bonded thing, but I hope you like it . . . any ideas for what has to happen in five years? Any at all? I'm clueless.
I'm sorry, but ff.net wasn't working Saturday! I'm late! Agh! And THEN yesterday I could log in but every time I loaded the document it came up as blank when I went to load it on the story! AGH! ::runs off pulling hair out:: I'm so sorry!
Reviews:
Serapotter: ::cringes:: do you still like it?
Lokia: I see your point . . . well, I am thoroughly glad that I didn't bond Harry to Hermione (which I think is VERY VERY wrong by the way), or I'd have a very angry reviewer to respond too.
t.a.g: Mmm, I dunno, I kind of pictured Snape as . . . well, I don't know, only favoring a few Slytherins, or something. I don't know, it's odd. Something like that.
Life: Really? The coolest? ::blushes crimson:: thanks!
Carey Miles: Well, I don't think anybody else is going to find out about Harry's Parselmouth-iness until Chamber of Secrets . . . whoa . . . do you think I'll even get that far with this fic?
Kitty: Hmm . . . Harry's goodness at drawing will not be that important to the plot, but eventually it'll play a part I guess . . . haven't really figured it out yet.
Katy999: Snape doesn't currently hate Harry, he just doesn't really know how to react, you know. This may be his son, but he doesn't want to start to like him because what if Harry isn't his son? Snape just doesn't know how to act yet.
Momma-dar: Thanks!
Phoenix Flight: I like Sadie too . . . she was a good creation of mine . . .
Kitala: Lol. Agreed. I've been writing the next chapter during math . . . got called on and didn't know the answer. ::blushes::
Rebma: Thanks!
Rachel: How do you know what color my towels are? And I dunno . . . I have a thing where Ron is always a prat. Bleh . . .
Rachel: Well, Blaise is a guys name in French or Italian or something, but I dunno. My first impression was a girl. Blaise's brother? Haven't given him much thought. He'll come in later, I suppose. Yeah, instead of Hedwig there's Sadie. And yeah, he drew Blaise! He's so sweet. ::sighs:: ::wishes guys were really like that::
Guess what? I saw The Core today! That is SUCH an awesome movie! There's a preview for the 2nd HP movie that comes out April 11th! I loved it! I'm going to DIE waiting.