Harry stormed through the corridors, fuming silently. Of course,
Blaise could hear every word he thought, so he might as well have been
yelling the obscenities he was thinking at the top of his lungs for all the
difference it would have made. Blaise shot him more than one shocked look
as she trotted beside him. For every one of Harry's long strides
(surprisingly long, considering that Blaise was a bit short for her age
group and Harry was only a bit taller than her), Blaise had to take two in
order to keep up with him, so she ended up doing an awkward sort of jog
beside him.
Harry was an impressive sight when angry. His green eyes glowed like the reflection of fire off a badly cut emerald gem, and his black robes billowed out behind him in a shockingly Snape-like manner. Although, Blaise mused, Snape did not usually walk quite as fast as Harry did.
"Harry!" Blaise exclaimed aloud as a particularly nasty comment about Ron Weasley crossed his mind. Suddenly Harry rounded on her, stopping them both in their tracks. He took a step toward her and she took a step back. He holed her into a corner before he spoke, his eyes raging like wildfire.
"What business do you have, listening to /my/ thoughts? Who gave you that right? Not me! Stay out of my head, Blaise Zabini! You stay out of my head and stay away from me!" He yelled at her, his entire body trembling with repressed rage. Blaise cringed and tried to back away before realizing she was backed into a corner. She couldn't stop her face from twisting into an expression of terrible hurt. She thought she saw Harry's face soften slightly and his eyes widen a little before he turned and continued down the corridor, but she couldn't be sure. Hurt was numbing her mind. All she knew was that Harry - Harry! Her best friend, Harry! - had yelled at her and left her standing in the middle of the corridor, gaping at the empty corridor where he'd just been.
Eventually Blaise came to her senses enough to feel her legs turn into jelly and to collapse on the floor against the corner.
All of a sudden, such a terrible feeling of emptiness and longing to go after Harry hit her that she cried out in loss, tears streaking her cheeks. She ripped away the sleeve of her robes and looked upon the despised Mark: the indigo skull. She sobbed again and placed her other hand over the skull, fingers flexed like claws.
(A/N: Beware, goriness from here on. As in, blood and hurt.)
Blaise steeled herself and sunk her fingernails into the soft tender skin that the skull was marked over. She sobbed once again as the pain reached her brain (A/N: I'm a poet and I didn't know it). She'd always been a wimp for pain, but this was something she had to do, like it or not. She wasn't sure why, but as she scratched at the tender flesh, leaving shocked white lines, she felt a strange kind of painful relief. As her own sticky blood poured down her arm and she mutilated the skull, even as she bit her lip right through to keep from screaming and more blood drenched her chin, she felt as if a great load had been lifted from her chest. And when she felt a warm hand cover her own and stop her from hurting herself more, heard whispered words of comfort, she blacked out.
A/n: Did ya like it? I know it's kinda short but - no, I'm kidding! The chapter isn't over yet, don't worry.
* * *
Harry slowed his fast pace considerably as he rounded the corner and disappeared from Blaise's sight. Her emotions had flooded him; hurt, sorrow, despair, and more than any other: guilt. Harry himself felt incredibly guilty, though he wasn't sure if it was just Blaise's guilt, his own, or a merging of both. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and glaring bitterly at the floor.
When he'd recovered from wallowing in guilt and slowly fading anger, he shoved away from the wall and began to walk, albeit a good deal slower than before, toward the Slytherin common room.
Harry was as fine as he could possibly be with feelings of guilt and anger tearing at his mind and heart until the entrance to the Slytherin common room came into view. As he took another step, he felt an odd tug at his heart (not literally, of course). He furrowed his brow and took another step - and collapsed against the wall, crying out in pain.
He had dealt with physical pain before plenty of times, but this kind of pain, the kind that came straight from his heart -
Harry clutched his chest, face screwed up against the empty feeling that echoed around his ribcage, as though the space inside was nothing but an empty cavity. He gritted his teeth against yelling again.
Steered beyond some force beyond himself, he half-crawled, half-walked in the direction of Blaise. As he neared where he had left her, the pain and empty feeling slowly receded until he was huddled just around the bend, breathless and gasping as his chest twinged. He rose shakily and stumbled around the corner and looked to where he'd left Blaise.
"Blaise!" Harry gasped, stumbling toward her. He tripped and fell onto his face a few feet away from her. He raised his head, mouth open at what he saw.
Blaise was huddled in the corner, dark eyes wet, face soaked with tears, but that wasn't what froze Harry - Blaise had her hand over the indigo skull and was slashing away at it with her fingernails. Blood coated her bare arm and her hand.
As Harry forced himself forward, Blaise's emotions struck him again - /relief/. This mutilation cause Blaise /relief/. Harry crawled to Blaise and put his own hand over hers, stopping her from slashing herself any more.
"Blaise, Blaise, what are you doing? Shh, it's okay, you're gonna be okay -" Harry whispered nonsense to Blaise as he pulled her bloody hand away from her arm. There was blood, blood everywhere, in the crevices of her skin, under her fingernails, accompanied by -
Harry swallowed. Not only was there blood under Blaise's fingernails, but small chunks of skin, her own skin.
He put his arm around Blaise, preparing to help her to her feet, but she fell slack in his arms. Harry swallowed again, Blaise's pain choking him, and carefully slid his other arm under her knees and gathered his friend to him. He rose shakily, clutching Blaise to him, and took a quivering step forward.
By the time he reached the end of the corridor his steps were firmer and more sure; by the time he made it to a higher hallway where students halted to stare at he and Blaise as they went by, he was almost running, stuck in a sort of fast glide.
"Potter!"
Harry didn't want to stop; he had to get Blaise to the hospital wing! But the tone of Snape's voice left n argument. He turned reluctantly, tightening his grip on Blaise's unconscious form.
"What in the world are you doing?" Snape said incredulously as he caught sight of Blaise's current position in Harry's arms.
"Sir, I need to get her to the hospital wing." Harry blurted out, almost dancing on his feet to take off for the hospital wing. Before he could witness Snape's face soften into concern, a sight few human beings ever saw, he was struck as though by lightning with a sudden pain where his Mark was. He cried out, face screwed up, and collapsed on the floor, Blaise falling listlessly from his arms beside him.
Snape and the onlooking students were too shocked to act for a moment, but just as Snape moved forward, an earsplitting scream ripped it's way from Harry's throat.
A/N: This really is the end of the chapter. I'm sorry it's so short. Honestly, I hand-wrote it and it was almost six pages, but on here it's just over three! Geez! Did ya like it? The next chapter: Harry's dream. Three guesses what it was about and the first three don't count, since you're not going to get it anyway. Also in the next chapter: In the previous chapter I said that Hermione took off after them, right? Well, her excludement from this chapter will be explained in the next one (although it isn't much of an explanation). Well, tell me if you like it or hate it, give me suggestions on improvement! Hehe!
Reviews:
Xirleb70: Heh, I get giggles all the time. Today my friend Ashley had an egg (chocolate, you know) in her lunch, from her boyfriend at dance, and somebody asked if he laid it for her, and I couldn't stop laughing all the way to band. It was hilarious.
Sk8reagle: Who, Ron? Yeah, Hermione will be totally ignoring him for quite a while. I'm thinking of maybe having Ron be the victim of the troll and have Blaise and Harry save him . . . you like? And yeah, it's their first year. Yup.
Lexi-formerly Katy999: Yeah, Ron's an idiot. He'll shape up though. Well, I figured that maybe he overheard something . . . I dunno yet. Any ideas on how he knew? Sadie? She's in Harry's trunk. Harry thought taking her flying would be a very bad idea and maybe a snake in the lion's den wouldn't go over too well. I like Mike and Ikes! Well, Hermione does sit at the Gryff table sometimes, like when Blaise was pointing out the other kids (Cepheus, Alada, and Caelum) to Harry. She may invite Harry and Blaise over there sometime soon. I dunno.
Carey Miles: It sure was fun to write! Harry scared Mione out of her mind! Ooh! I'll go review! It was great! More more more!
Lei Dumbledore: Hope you like this chappie. You know what's funny? I used to really not like you because of that one story you did with Harry and Snape and Lei, but I'm over it. No hard feelings?
The Desert Fox: I hadn't given that much thought. Yeah, it'll be funny to see Lucius' face. Heh. At least Draco didn't bond with Harry. ::shivers:: Scary.
Calani: And you have gotten it!
Phoenix Flight: Ehm, well, I'll try to explain it more when I can fit it in without being conspicuous . . . new word! EE!
Merlin Halliwell and Fallen Dragon: Nyeh, okay! Nyeh, what's up doc?
PhoenixMan: Ah! ::blushes:: Thank you. ::looks at feet:: No, I'm kidding. But thanks. You made my day. ::sniffles::
Floramorada: Heh, thanks. Hermione on a broom! Rather odd, eh?
Velondra: Lovely name! K, I'll email you (or try to at least) but if I don't, just check back around the weekend.
Ian: Is it Ian with an i or L? Hem . . . define 'Dark wizard but not evil'. Should he have a bad temper like Sevvie? I dunno what you're getting at.
Rachel: Thanks!
Lilshortymutt: Sank ya, I will!
Little tiger: Thank you! Yes, I thought Blaise would be a better friend for Harry than Pansy. Heh. ::bursts into laughter from the very thought:: Anyway, yep, we'll find out lots more about Blaise and her past in the future. Yeah, poor Malfoy, huh? Being embarrassed in front of the whole school.
Little tiger: ::blushes:: Thank you.
Harry was an impressive sight when angry. His green eyes glowed like the reflection of fire off a badly cut emerald gem, and his black robes billowed out behind him in a shockingly Snape-like manner. Although, Blaise mused, Snape did not usually walk quite as fast as Harry did.
"Harry!" Blaise exclaimed aloud as a particularly nasty comment about Ron Weasley crossed his mind. Suddenly Harry rounded on her, stopping them both in their tracks. He took a step toward her and she took a step back. He holed her into a corner before he spoke, his eyes raging like wildfire.
"What business do you have, listening to /my/ thoughts? Who gave you that right? Not me! Stay out of my head, Blaise Zabini! You stay out of my head and stay away from me!" He yelled at her, his entire body trembling with repressed rage. Blaise cringed and tried to back away before realizing she was backed into a corner. She couldn't stop her face from twisting into an expression of terrible hurt. She thought she saw Harry's face soften slightly and his eyes widen a little before he turned and continued down the corridor, but she couldn't be sure. Hurt was numbing her mind. All she knew was that Harry - Harry! Her best friend, Harry! - had yelled at her and left her standing in the middle of the corridor, gaping at the empty corridor where he'd just been.
Eventually Blaise came to her senses enough to feel her legs turn into jelly and to collapse on the floor against the corner.
All of a sudden, such a terrible feeling of emptiness and longing to go after Harry hit her that she cried out in loss, tears streaking her cheeks. She ripped away the sleeve of her robes and looked upon the despised Mark: the indigo skull. She sobbed again and placed her other hand over the skull, fingers flexed like claws.
(A/N: Beware, goriness from here on. As in, blood and hurt.)
Blaise steeled herself and sunk her fingernails into the soft tender skin that the skull was marked over. She sobbed once again as the pain reached her brain (A/N: I'm a poet and I didn't know it). She'd always been a wimp for pain, but this was something she had to do, like it or not. She wasn't sure why, but as she scratched at the tender flesh, leaving shocked white lines, she felt a strange kind of painful relief. As her own sticky blood poured down her arm and she mutilated the skull, even as she bit her lip right through to keep from screaming and more blood drenched her chin, she felt as if a great load had been lifted from her chest. And when she felt a warm hand cover her own and stop her from hurting herself more, heard whispered words of comfort, she blacked out.
A/n: Did ya like it? I know it's kinda short but - no, I'm kidding! The chapter isn't over yet, don't worry.
* * *
Harry slowed his fast pace considerably as he rounded the corner and disappeared from Blaise's sight. Her emotions had flooded him; hurt, sorrow, despair, and more than any other: guilt. Harry himself felt incredibly guilty, though he wasn't sure if it was just Blaise's guilt, his own, or a merging of both. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and glaring bitterly at the floor.
When he'd recovered from wallowing in guilt and slowly fading anger, he shoved away from the wall and began to walk, albeit a good deal slower than before, toward the Slytherin common room.
Harry was as fine as he could possibly be with feelings of guilt and anger tearing at his mind and heart until the entrance to the Slytherin common room came into view. As he took another step, he felt an odd tug at his heart (not literally, of course). He furrowed his brow and took another step - and collapsed against the wall, crying out in pain.
He had dealt with physical pain before plenty of times, but this kind of pain, the kind that came straight from his heart -
Harry clutched his chest, face screwed up against the empty feeling that echoed around his ribcage, as though the space inside was nothing but an empty cavity. He gritted his teeth against yelling again.
Steered beyond some force beyond himself, he half-crawled, half-walked in the direction of Blaise. As he neared where he had left her, the pain and empty feeling slowly receded until he was huddled just around the bend, breathless and gasping as his chest twinged. He rose shakily and stumbled around the corner and looked to where he'd left Blaise.
"Blaise!" Harry gasped, stumbling toward her. He tripped and fell onto his face a few feet away from her. He raised his head, mouth open at what he saw.
Blaise was huddled in the corner, dark eyes wet, face soaked with tears, but that wasn't what froze Harry - Blaise had her hand over the indigo skull and was slashing away at it with her fingernails. Blood coated her bare arm and her hand.
As Harry forced himself forward, Blaise's emotions struck him again - /relief/. This mutilation cause Blaise /relief/. Harry crawled to Blaise and put his own hand over hers, stopping her from slashing herself any more.
"Blaise, Blaise, what are you doing? Shh, it's okay, you're gonna be okay -" Harry whispered nonsense to Blaise as he pulled her bloody hand away from her arm. There was blood, blood everywhere, in the crevices of her skin, under her fingernails, accompanied by -
Harry swallowed. Not only was there blood under Blaise's fingernails, but small chunks of skin, her own skin.
He put his arm around Blaise, preparing to help her to her feet, but she fell slack in his arms. Harry swallowed again, Blaise's pain choking him, and carefully slid his other arm under her knees and gathered his friend to him. He rose shakily, clutching Blaise to him, and took a quivering step forward.
By the time he reached the end of the corridor his steps were firmer and more sure; by the time he made it to a higher hallway where students halted to stare at he and Blaise as they went by, he was almost running, stuck in a sort of fast glide.
"Potter!"
Harry didn't want to stop; he had to get Blaise to the hospital wing! But the tone of Snape's voice left n argument. He turned reluctantly, tightening his grip on Blaise's unconscious form.
"What in the world are you doing?" Snape said incredulously as he caught sight of Blaise's current position in Harry's arms.
"Sir, I need to get her to the hospital wing." Harry blurted out, almost dancing on his feet to take off for the hospital wing. Before he could witness Snape's face soften into concern, a sight few human beings ever saw, he was struck as though by lightning with a sudden pain where his Mark was. He cried out, face screwed up, and collapsed on the floor, Blaise falling listlessly from his arms beside him.
Snape and the onlooking students were too shocked to act for a moment, but just as Snape moved forward, an earsplitting scream ripped it's way from Harry's throat.
A/N: This really is the end of the chapter. I'm sorry it's so short. Honestly, I hand-wrote it and it was almost six pages, but on here it's just over three! Geez! Did ya like it? The next chapter: Harry's dream. Three guesses what it was about and the first three don't count, since you're not going to get it anyway. Also in the next chapter: In the previous chapter I said that Hermione took off after them, right? Well, her excludement from this chapter will be explained in the next one (although it isn't much of an explanation). Well, tell me if you like it or hate it, give me suggestions on improvement! Hehe!
Reviews:
Xirleb70: Heh, I get giggles all the time. Today my friend Ashley had an egg (chocolate, you know) in her lunch, from her boyfriend at dance, and somebody asked if he laid it for her, and I couldn't stop laughing all the way to band. It was hilarious.
Sk8reagle: Who, Ron? Yeah, Hermione will be totally ignoring him for quite a while. I'm thinking of maybe having Ron be the victim of the troll and have Blaise and Harry save him . . . you like? And yeah, it's their first year. Yup.
Lexi-formerly Katy999: Yeah, Ron's an idiot. He'll shape up though. Well, I figured that maybe he overheard something . . . I dunno yet. Any ideas on how he knew? Sadie? She's in Harry's trunk. Harry thought taking her flying would be a very bad idea and maybe a snake in the lion's den wouldn't go over too well. I like Mike and Ikes! Well, Hermione does sit at the Gryff table sometimes, like when Blaise was pointing out the other kids (Cepheus, Alada, and Caelum) to Harry. She may invite Harry and Blaise over there sometime soon. I dunno.
Carey Miles: It sure was fun to write! Harry scared Mione out of her mind! Ooh! I'll go review! It was great! More more more!
Lei Dumbledore: Hope you like this chappie. You know what's funny? I used to really not like you because of that one story you did with Harry and Snape and Lei, but I'm over it. No hard feelings?
The Desert Fox: I hadn't given that much thought. Yeah, it'll be funny to see Lucius' face. Heh. At least Draco didn't bond with Harry. ::shivers:: Scary.
Calani: And you have gotten it!
Phoenix Flight: Ehm, well, I'll try to explain it more when I can fit it in without being conspicuous . . . new word! EE!
Merlin Halliwell and Fallen Dragon: Nyeh, okay! Nyeh, what's up doc?
PhoenixMan: Ah! ::blushes:: Thank you. ::looks at feet:: No, I'm kidding. But thanks. You made my day. ::sniffles::
Floramorada: Heh, thanks. Hermione on a broom! Rather odd, eh?
Velondra: Lovely name! K, I'll email you (or try to at least) but if I don't, just check back around the weekend.
Ian: Is it Ian with an i or L? Hem . . . define 'Dark wizard but not evil'. Should he have a bad temper like Sevvie? I dunno what you're getting at.
Rachel: Thanks!
Lilshortymutt: Sank ya, I will!
Little tiger: Thank you! Yes, I thought Blaise would be a better friend for Harry than Pansy. Heh. ::bursts into laughter from the very thought:: Anyway, yep, we'll find out lots more about Blaise and her past in the future. Yeah, poor Malfoy, huh? Being embarrassed in front of the whole school.
Little tiger: ::blushes:: Thank you.