Harry tried to look around him but his eyes didn't seem to be under his
control. His entire body felt oddly distant, as though he wasn't really
there. Without his command, his hands were clutching his robes at his
sides, shaking. And he was biting his lip.
He tried to take control of his hands, to force them to let go of the robes, but they would do no such thing. And he couldn't quit biting his lip. Even the sharp sting that came from biting your lip too hard seemed muffled.
Harry quit trying to control his own body and instead returned to his eyes. He looked at what his eyes registered. He saw that he was part of a huge circle of people wearing black, hooded cloaks, ranging from small forms he took to be children and taller ones, probably adults.
Harry was suddenly aware of the feeling that he was shorter. And something else too that he couldn't quite explain.
One very tall man stood in the center of the circle, a piece of parchment clutched in his hand, an eerie white mask covering his face. It took a moment for Harry to realize that he was speaking.
" . . . your name, step forward. Alada Avery."
A cloaked figure stepped forward. It lowered its hood, revealing a young girl's pretty face. The girl stood beside the hooded man, smiling smugly at each child-sized figure in turn.
"Cepheus Major."
Harry's head turned sharply of its own accord as the figure beside him threw a startled look at him. From under the boy's hood, Harry recognized a younger, shorter-haired Cepheus Major. Cepheus stepped forward, lowering his hood, looking slightly shocked as he stopped beside Avery.
"Caelum Nott."
Another figure walked almost eagerly to the line and stopped beside Cepheus, grinning at the circle as he lowered his hood.
" . . . and Blaise Zabini."
/Blaise's here?/ Harry thought frantically as he saw Alada Avery's smug face fall in shock.
Then he felt himself move forward slowly, shakily. If he'd had control over the body he was in, his mouth would have dropped. He was in Blaise's body. That explained the different feeling. He was now a girl.
Harry stopped beside Caelum and turned toward the man as the others did, lowering his hood. Harry could feel the terrible fear that coursed through Blaise, and he wondered what in Merlin's name could make his friend so frightened -
That is, of course, until he noticed a certain pattern among the children who had been called forward. Blaise, Avery, Nott, Cepheus - the children with the Mark.
And then, before he could think another thought, someone's wand was at his arm, his sleeve had been forced up over his shoulder, and there was nothing but pain. Blaise was screaming, Harry was screaming, the other children being branded were screaming -
Harry sat straight up in the hospital bed, long hair flying as he looked around wildly. White, white, too much white. Where was Blaise? He looked to the bed next to his. There she was. Sleeping. He threw his covers off and fell off his bed in an attempt to get up, landing with a thud on the floor. He leaped up and scrambled over to Blaise. He leant over her and shook her shoulders furiously.
"Wha' . . . go 'way . . .wanna sleep . . ." Blaise mumbled, dark brow furrowed as she tried to return to sleep.
"Blaise! Blaise, get up!" Harry hissed (in English).
"Tell Sprout I won' make it today, Harry . . ." Blaise continued muttering, trying to roll over.
"Blaise, get the hell up and explain to me just why you tried to kill yourself!"
It took a moment for that statement to register with sleepy Blaise, but when it did her dark eyes shot open. She half-rose and glanced around.
"Hospital wing." Harry answered her unasked question through gritted teeth. Blaise sensed his anger and slowly looked up at him like a puppy who knows what it's done wrong and is about to be hit. Oh, and how Harry wanted to hit her. Not only had she risked bleeding to death, but the worry she'd put Harry through when he saw her like that . . .
It was only the firm belief that you never hit a girl that kept him from hitting her right across the face. He had to flex his fingers to keep himself from doing just that. Blaise saw the action and lowered her eyes.
"Why did you do it Blaise?" Harry said, trying desperately to keep his voice steady. All of a sudden he wanted to cry. "You could have died! You could have bled to death! Do you have any idea what that was like for me? Or did you forget about this!" He shoved the Mark in her face. Blaise flinched and turned away. Harry caught a glimpse of tears on her cheeks.
A pang of guilt stopped him. What did he want to get out of this, a broken friendship? A crying friend?
He turned and stumbled to his hospital bed. He slumped onto it, shoulders hunched.
"I'm sorry Blaise." He said quietly.
"Did you have the dream?"
Harry turned sharply. Blaise was watching him, a haunted look in her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"The dream. Where I'm branded with the Mark."
Harry stared at her. "Yes."
Blaise heaved a sigh, looking bitterly at the sheets.
"I have that nightmare at least once a week. I guess you got pulled into it because I was in so much turmoil about you. I'm sorry you had to see that, Harry."
They were silent for a moment. Harry turned to her, opening his mouth to say something, when the doors burst open.
Harry and Blaise both whirled to the door. Their mouths dropped when they saw who was there.
A/N: Yeah, I know, late. Oh well. I've got a life too.
Guess what, all you people trying to tell me Blaise Zabini is a guy? Go to mugglenet (dot com) and then characters. Blaise is "A Slytherin Girl"! Hah hah!
Reviews:
Carey Miles: Me likes pissed off Harry too! Blaise wasn't thinking very clearly. She'll be fine. Harry, as you read, had a nightmare - Blaise's nightmare. Here's your more!
Lina Inverse the Dramata: There's a Harry Potter hater beside you? Gasp! Shame! I'm glad you liked that. It was fun to write.
No one: Hey no one. I'm continuing.
Fallen Dragon: Nyeh, I'm getting there.
Them Girl: ::blushes ferociously:: Oh, stop. Really, I'm blushing!
The Desert Fox: Yes, gory. Heh. There's a bit of gore in every story I write. Yes, it gives me the shudders. Bonding with Malfoy. Yuck. Voldemort, having a cow? Nah, he'd have a snake. Though the concept of Voldemort, who is clearly a male, producing anything from himself, is very disturbing. Gee, ya think Blaise likes Harry a bit more than friends? Yes, indeed. Major jealously will come from this eventually.
Rayvern: I like being called evil. After all, I'm going out with Voldemort. Heh.
Phoenix Flight: Indeed.
Lkdfjd(Huh?): Love your name there. Thanks dude.
Best friend: ::blushes:: I thought I told you to keep that a secret! Oh well, now the whole wizarding world knows that I'm going out with the most evil Dark Wizard for a century, Lord Voldemort. Oh, but don't we have fun?
Rachel: Oh god, you had me laughing for ten minutes. Snape eating Sadie who's eating Malfoy? I'll have to put that in my story. Yes, it was about Blaise, as you see. No, I mean, is Boomerang in your head? Dagger: Bananas and boomerangs . . . get some better friends, Sauki. Me: Gasp! Don't insult Rachel! Dagger: whistles and walks off into a distant corner of my mind
Anora: Yesh, shat wood hert ay leetle.
Sherman: Forever and ever! Ah hah hah! ::evil laugh::
Shinigami06: Heh heh . . . yeah, Ron's too prejudiced to accept Harry in Slytherin, in my opinion. I may be exaggerating a bit, but . . . Physically? As in . . . ::gasps:: the birds and the bees? Most likely not. It's mostly emotional, but as you read in the last chapter, they did feel a physical pull . . . is that's what you mean, then yes, it becomes physical when they are angry or separate for too long. Heh.
Ian: Ah! I see! I was blind, but I see now! Hehe! Yesh, yesh, very good. Would you like a shmoke and a pancake? A what!? A pipe and a crepe? No. Ah, then there is no pleasing you, Austin Powers! That's not right! Ok, sorry, had to get that out of my system. Yeah, I think that's an awesome idea! And that accounts for why people would think he was Heir of Slythie in the second story (if I get so far). Halloween's coming soon! Yay!
Jordan: Okay!
Calani: Okay.
Wink At J00: Haha! You're awesome! I love this kind of long, insane review. You oughta review more often! Thank you for the endless praise. More soon.
Ryra Skorka: :blushes: you've read all my story now? Whoa.
Sushinase: Oh quit it, you're making me blush!
Chochang913: Snape? Erm, I think that since Harry doesn't have too much of a reason to hate Sev yet and Sev loved Lily and Harry is his and Lily's son, that they'll have a nice relationship. Of course, it won't be all sunshine and roses . . . unless you consider that to be evil sun rays giving off radiation and black wilted roses. Heh. Exaggeration. No, Draco won't be bonded. He doesn't have the Mark, so he can't be bonded. Well, as for Lucius . . . I don't know . . . I think he accepts Draco more than he does in the actual books. In the books I always got the impression that Lucius might have hit Draco. In this story, Lucius won't exactly protect his son, but . . . let's put it this way. If Draco got bonded (that hurts like hell) Lucius would hold him when Draco cried. Sweet, huh?
Christopher: You know, I do have my own life.
SugarGirl: Again, I am not just a mindless writing tool. I have a life.
SEP: WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE! My life does not focus around Harry Potter fanfictions! GEEZ!
He tried to take control of his hands, to force them to let go of the robes, but they would do no such thing. And he couldn't quit biting his lip. Even the sharp sting that came from biting your lip too hard seemed muffled.
Harry quit trying to control his own body and instead returned to his eyes. He looked at what his eyes registered. He saw that he was part of a huge circle of people wearing black, hooded cloaks, ranging from small forms he took to be children and taller ones, probably adults.
Harry was suddenly aware of the feeling that he was shorter. And something else too that he couldn't quite explain.
One very tall man stood in the center of the circle, a piece of parchment clutched in his hand, an eerie white mask covering his face. It took a moment for Harry to realize that he was speaking.
" . . . your name, step forward. Alada Avery."
A cloaked figure stepped forward. It lowered its hood, revealing a young girl's pretty face. The girl stood beside the hooded man, smiling smugly at each child-sized figure in turn.
"Cepheus Major."
Harry's head turned sharply of its own accord as the figure beside him threw a startled look at him. From under the boy's hood, Harry recognized a younger, shorter-haired Cepheus Major. Cepheus stepped forward, lowering his hood, looking slightly shocked as he stopped beside Avery.
"Caelum Nott."
Another figure walked almost eagerly to the line and stopped beside Cepheus, grinning at the circle as he lowered his hood.
" . . . and Blaise Zabini."
/Blaise's here?/ Harry thought frantically as he saw Alada Avery's smug face fall in shock.
Then he felt himself move forward slowly, shakily. If he'd had control over the body he was in, his mouth would have dropped. He was in Blaise's body. That explained the different feeling. He was now a girl.
Harry stopped beside Caelum and turned toward the man as the others did, lowering his hood. Harry could feel the terrible fear that coursed through Blaise, and he wondered what in Merlin's name could make his friend so frightened -
That is, of course, until he noticed a certain pattern among the children who had been called forward. Blaise, Avery, Nott, Cepheus - the children with the Mark.
And then, before he could think another thought, someone's wand was at his arm, his sleeve had been forced up over his shoulder, and there was nothing but pain. Blaise was screaming, Harry was screaming, the other children being branded were screaming -
Harry sat straight up in the hospital bed, long hair flying as he looked around wildly. White, white, too much white. Where was Blaise? He looked to the bed next to his. There she was. Sleeping. He threw his covers off and fell off his bed in an attempt to get up, landing with a thud on the floor. He leaped up and scrambled over to Blaise. He leant over her and shook her shoulders furiously.
"Wha' . . . go 'way . . .wanna sleep . . ." Blaise mumbled, dark brow furrowed as she tried to return to sleep.
"Blaise! Blaise, get up!" Harry hissed (in English).
"Tell Sprout I won' make it today, Harry . . ." Blaise continued muttering, trying to roll over.
"Blaise, get the hell up and explain to me just why you tried to kill yourself!"
It took a moment for that statement to register with sleepy Blaise, but when it did her dark eyes shot open. She half-rose and glanced around.
"Hospital wing." Harry answered her unasked question through gritted teeth. Blaise sensed his anger and slowly looked up at him like a puppy who knows what it's done wrong and is about to be hit. Oh, and how Harry wanted to hit her. Not only had she risked bleeding to death, but the worry she'd put Harry through when he saw her like that . . .
It was only the firm belief that you never hit a girl that kept him from hitting her right across the face. He had to flex his fingers to keep himself from doing just that. Blaise saw the action and lowered her eyes.
"Why did you do it Blaise?" Harry said, trying desperately to keep his voice steady. All of a sudden he wanted to cry. "You could have died! You could have bled to death! Do you have any idea what that was like for me? Or did you forget about this!" He shoved the Mark in her face. Blaise flinched and turned away. Harry caught a glimpse of tears on her cheeks.
A pang of guilt stopped him. What did he want to get out of this, a broken friendship? A crying friend?
He turned and stumbled to his hospital bed. He slumped onto it, shoulders hunched.
"I'm sorry Blaise." He said quietly.
"Did you have the dream?"
Harry turned sharply. Blaise was watching him, a haunted look in her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"The dream. Where I'm branded with the Mark."
Harry stared at her. "Yes."
Blaise heaved a sigh, looking bitterly at the sheets.
"I have that nightmare at least once a week. I guess you got pulled into it because I was in so much turmoil about you. I'm sorry you had to see that, Harry."
They were silent for a moment. Harry turned to her, opening his mouth to say something, when the doors burst open.
Harry and Blaise both whirled to the door. Their mouths dropped when they saw who was there.
A/N: Yeah, I know, late. Oh well. I've got a life too.
Guess what, all you people trying to tell me Blaise Zabini is a guy? Go to mugglenet (dot com) and then characters. Blaise is "A Slytherin Girl"! Hah hah!
Reviews:
Carey Miles: Me likes pissed off Harry too! Blaise wasn't thinking very clearly. She'll be fine. Harry, as you read, had a nightmare - Blaise's nightmare. Here's your more!
Lina Inverse the Dramata: There's a Harry Potter hater beside you? Gasp! Shame! I'm glad you liked that. It was fun to write.
No one: Hey no one. I'm continuing.
Fallen Dragon: Nyeh, I'm getting there.
Them Girl: ::blushes ferociously:: Oh, stop. Really, I'm blushing!
The Desert Fox: Yes, gory. Heh. There's a bit of gore in every story I write. Yes, it gives me the shudders. Bonding with Malfoy. Yuck. Voldemort, having a cow? Nah, he'd have a snake. Though the concept of Voldemort, who is clearly a male, producing anything from himself, is very disturbing. Gee, ya think Blaise likes Harry a bit more than friends? Yes, indeed. Major jealously will come from this eventually.
Rayvern: I like being called evil. After all, I'm going out with Voldemort. Heh.
Phoenix Flight: Indeed.
Lkdfjd(Huh?): Love your name there. Thanks dude.
Best friend: ::blushes:: I thought I told you to keep that a secret! Oh well, now the whole wizarding world knows that I'm going out with the most evil Dark Wizard for a century, Lord Voldemort. Oh, but don't we have fun?
Rachel: Oh god, you had me laughing for ten minutes. Snape eating Sadie who's eating Malfoy? I'll have to put that in my story. Yes, it was about Blaise, as you see. No, I mean, is Boomerang in your head? Dagger: Bananas and boomerangs . . . get some better friends, Sauki. Me: Gasp! Don't insult Rachel! Dagger: whistles and walks off into a distant corner of my mind
Anora: Yesh, shat wood hert ay leetle.
Sherman: Forever and ever! Ah hah hah! ::evil laugh::
Shinigami06: Heh heh . . . yeah, Ron's too prejudiced to accept Harry in Slytherin, in my opinion. I may be exaggerating a bit, but . . . Physically? As in . . . ::gasps:: the birds and the bees? Most likely not. It's mostly emotional, but as you read in the last chapter, they did feel a physical pull . . . is that's what you mean, then yes, it becomes physical when they are angry or separate for too long. Heh.
Ian: Ah! I see! I was blind, but I see now! Hehe! Yesh, yesh, very good. Would you like a shmoke and a pancake? A what!? A pipe and a crepe? No. Ah, then there is no pleasing you, Austin Powers! That's not right! Ok, sorry, had to get that out of my system. Yeah, I think that's an awesome idea! And that accounts for why people would think he was Heir of Slythie in the second story (if I get so far). Halloween's coming soon! Yay!
Jordan: Okay!
Calani: Okay.
Wink At J00: Haha! You're awesome! I love this kind of long, insane review. You oughta review more often! Thank you for the endless praise. More soon.
Ryra Skorka: :blushes: you've read all my story now? Whoa.
Sushinase: Oh quit it, you're making me blush!
Chochang913: Snape? Erm, I think that since Harry doesn't have too much of a reason to hate Sev yet and Sev loved Lily and Harry is his and Lily's son, that they'll have a nice relationship. Of course, it won't be all sunshine and roses . . . unless you consider that to be evil sun rays giving off radiation and black wilted roses. Heh. Exaggeration. No, Draco won't be bonded. He doesn't have the Mark, so he can't be bonded. Well, as for Lucius . . . I don't know . . . I think he accepts Draco more than he does in the actual books. In the books I always got the impression that Lucius might have hit Draco. In this story, Lucius won't exactly protect his son, but . . . let's put it this way. If Draco got bonded (that hurts like hell) Lucius would hold him when Draco cried. Sweet, huh?
Christopher: You know, I do have my own life.
SugarGirl: Again, I am not just a mindless writing tool. I have a life.
SEP: WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE! My life does not focus around Harry Potter fanfictions! GEEZ!