Okay you few and faithful people, I will continue this story. Just write off that little note before as temporary insanity. We get a little deeper into Desiree now. Don't be shocked, just review.
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Upon returning to the Burrow, Desiree could not wait to try out her new broomstick. After all the school supplies were put away the Weasley kids, Harry, Hermione, and Desiree all headed out to a small clearing to play, and in Desiree's case learn, Quidditch.
"Alright lets just start from the beginning. Place your broom on the ground and say `up'" Harry instructed. "Up." Desiree said feeling stupid. "Say it with feeling." "UP!" the broom shot up from it's grassy bed position and into her hands. "Wicked cool"
After teaching her the basics of flying Harry and Desiree joined in on the scrimmage Quidditch game. "I wanna be the hitter, I wanna be the hitter!" Desiree chanted much to Fred's annoyance. "It's beater and what makes you think you could do it?" he asked in a half serious half teasing voice.
"Oh, just thirteen years of beating people up and being put in jail for about six months for nearly beating a guy to death, and you didn't need to know that." she added when she noticed the odd and surprised looks everyone was giving her.
"You did what?" asked Charlie, thinking he just misunderstood her. "Uh, nothing, just give me the bat." she quickly demanded, but with the still questioning looks everyone was giving her she began to feel her temper rise.
"Look, it was a long time ago and it's not as bad as what your thinking. Hell, I did society a fucking favor by beating the shit out of him, now just give me the bat!" "Here" Harry said quietly, throwing her the bat "show us what you've got."
Ignoring the open-mouthed stared of everybody else the took the other bat and hit a ball towards Desiree.
Wham! Desiree hit the ball with a smack and the ball zoomed right back at Harry's head like a bullet. Harry dodged it and started to fly around and hit the balls to try and get her to slip up. Bing, bang, boom. Desiree hit every ball with such fervor that on the last ball Desiree broke the bat she was using so much force.
"Sorry man, I'll buy you another one." Mentally shaking themselves out of their trance the twins flew over to her to fix the bat and congratulate her. "If your in Gryiffindor, that cup is ours, well theirs, for the fourth time in a row." "Bludgers won't stand a chance against you!" The praise continued for about another two minutes before Mrs.Weasley called them in for dinner.
Though thoroughly enjoying her meal Desiree could not believe she actually said her crime out loud and in front of them of all people! `It's your past and future so stop denying it.' the cruel voice kept saying over and over. Choosing to keep to herself and stay quiet, Desiree ate her meal in almost complete silence.
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Tired of her antics and games Harry decided that it was time to get Desiree to talk to him after dinner. "What is your problem?" he questioned her when he pulled her into Ron's vacant room. "What problem?"
"Stop playing dumb with me Desiree. One minute your fine then the next you close yourself off to the world and what the hell are you talking about `nearly beating a guy to death'?"
Infuriated that Harry called her dumb and accused her of playing games Desiree's short fuse blew. "First of all, don't you dare call me dumb Potter. You have no clue who I am or what I do. Second of all, haven't we already had this completely boring and pointless conversation. Third of all, what happened back then is not going to affect me now so I'm not worried about it. The guy lived, I got off end of story, no big deal!"
"No big deal? You call almost murdering a person not a big deal?" "Ok, murder is a strong word to use in this case so lets just use my phrase instead.." "Like it's any better." Harry interrupted with venom in his voice.
"And he deserved it. He killed my first and only friend for nothing. That bastard just walked up and shot Rachel in the head because he felt like it that day. Rach was my first friend, she was my only friend." she said quietly.
"She didn't judge me from my background or whatever like most people do. She was the only person I trusted and like everything else in my life, she got snatched away and left me bleeding. He deserved to die but the cops pulled me off before I got my chance to kill him. He now walks with a cane, wears dentures, and is blind in one eye because of me and I don't feel the least bit guilty or sorry for him."
During her talk of the past Harry stood where he was in silence. He could not believe what she was telling him. After a few minutes he finally spoke. "But Dez, there were other ways, you could of called the cops and you wouldn't of gotten in trouble."
Desiree scoffed and began to pace Ron's room. "Call the cops." she repeated with amusement. "Funny Harry, real funny. You think a cop's gonna believe a punk kid from a juvy camp over a respected man of the community?"
She was now standing right in front of him with eyes filled with torture and pain. "You want to know what the worst part was? I wanted revenge for what he did to her. When I saw him on that corner, something inside me snapped and told me to go hit him, and I did, or at least that's what they tell me. I have no memory of what happened that night. I remember seeing him there and the next thing I know I'm in a jail cell waiting for the judgment. You can't stand there and tell me you wouldn't do the same thing if you were in my position. Good night Harry." she said and left the room.
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That night, after pondering Desiree's recollation of events and after everyone was asleep, Harry laid awake feeling extremely torn. `Should I tell Sirius? He asked me in his letter to tell him about everything that happens, but if I do Desiree would probably feel like a betrayed her because that is her private stuff. Then she would really hate me, and I really don't want to be on her bad side.' After hours of weighing his options, Harry decided to write to Sirius and tell him the conversation.
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When Desiree left Ron's room after her talk with Harry, she felt oddly relieved. She remembered therapists telling her that it was good for her to talk about her experiences with other people. `Maybe the old bitty was right' Desiree quickly shook that thought out of her head and proceeded to Ginny's room, where she was staying.
Changing out of her cute new clothes and into her old uniform Desiree grabbed her bag from the camp and stalked outside. All night she trained her already ripped body into more perfection.
She never stopped because this was the only therapy she felt worked for her. Venting out her frustration in physical action always cooled her down. `If only Parker was here now.' she thought evilly. `She would be begging for mercy instead of talking smack about me behind my back.'
While using a tree on the edge of the forest surrounding the house for a punching bag, Desiree suddenly stopped and looked around. Eyes landing on the house she saw Harry lean out of one of the top windows as a white owl fluttered off.
`He probably thinks I'm a freak now.' She thought to herself. `But you are.' said that ever annoying voice `You were never normal and you never will be. People will always look down upon you and talk about you for the rest of your life until you reach your full power. Then nobody can stop you. Not even precious Harry Potter.'
`What are you talking about?' `Power Nadina, power.' `Who the hell are you calling Nadina?' `You. You are Nadina reincarnated. You posses her powers and you must find the one with the compliment powers to it.' `Why?' `If you want to survive you'll have to do it.' `Where exactly could I find this guy?' `You've already seen him. Remember, that night in the woods.'
Ice cold fear gripped at Desiree's heart as the voice continued. `That's right. Be afraid. You won't have to be if you just join him.' "You know what" Desiree stated out loud tired of the voice preaching it's bullshit. "I will decide what I want to do because it is my life and if you say one more fucking word to me tonight, I will commit suicide right now and your little plan will never be executed."
Noting the clearness of her head Desiree walked back up to the house as quietly as she could for a few winks of sleep.
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~~Next chapter, we get a little Dez/Harry action. Not much becasue too much just would not do too well at this point, but a little. Whaddaya think of that? R/R peas!~~
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Upon returning to the Burrow, Desiree could not wait to try out her new broomstick. After all the school supplies were put away the Weasley kids, Harry, Hermione, and Desiree all headed out to a small clearing to play, and in Desiree's case learn, Quidditch.
"Alright lets just start from the beginning. Place your broom on the ground and say `up'" Harry instructed. "Up." Desiree said feeling stupid. "Say it with feeling." "UP!" the broom shot up from it's grassy bed position and into her hands. "Wicked cool"
After teaching her the basics of flying Harry and Desiree joined in on the scrimmage Quidditch game. "I wanna be the hitter, I wanna be the hitter!" Desiree chanted much to Fred's annoyance. "It's beater and what makes you think you could do it?" he asked in a half serious half teasing voice.
"Oh, just thirteen years of beating people up and being put in jail for about six months for nearly beating a guy to death, and you didn't need to know that." she added when she noticed the odd and surprised looks everyone was giving her.
"You did what?" asked Charlie, thinking he just misunderstood her. "Uh, nothing, just give me the bat." she quickly demanded, but with the still questioning looks everyone was giving her she began to feel her temper rise.
"Look, it was a long time ago and it's not as bad as what your thinking. Hell, I did society a fucking favor by beating the shit out of him, now just give me the bat!" "Here" Harry said quietly, throwing her the bat "show us what you've got."
Ignoring the open-mouthed stared of everybody else the took the other bat and hit a ball towards Desiree.
Wham! Desiree hit the ball with a smack and the ball zoomed right back at Harry's head like a bullet. Harry dodged it and started to fly around and hit the balls to try and get her to slip up. Bing, bang, boom. Desiree hit every ball with such fervor that on the last ball Desiree broke the bat she was using so much force.
"Sorry man, I'll buy you another one." Mentally shaking themselves out of their trance the twins flew over to her to fix the bat and congratulate her. "If your in Gryiffindor, that cup is ours, well theirs, for the fourth time in a row." "Bludgers won't stand a chance against you!" The praise continued for about another two minutes before Mrs.Weasley called them in for dinner.
Though thoroughly enjoying her meal Desiree could not believe she actually said her crime out loud and in front of them of all people! `It's your past and future so stop denying it.' the cruel voice kept saying over and over. Choosing to keep to herself and stay quiet, Desiree ate her meal in almost complete silence.
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Tired of her antics and games Harry decided that it was time to get Desiree to talk to him after dinner. "What is your problem?" he questioned her when he pulled her into Ron's vacant room. "What problem?"
"Stop playing dumb with me Desiree. One minute your fine then the next you close yourself off to the world and what the hell are you talking about `nearly beating a guy to death'?"
Infuriated that Harry called her dumb and accused her of playing games Desiree's short fuse blew. "First of all, don't you dare call me dumb Potter. You have no clue who I am or what I do. Second of all, haven't we already had this completely boring and pointless conversation. Third of all, what happened back then is not going to affect me now so I'm not worried about it. The guy lived, I got off end of story, no big deal!"
"No big deal? You call almost murdering a person not a big deal?" "Ok, murder is a strong word to use in this case so lets just use my phrase instead.." "Like it's any better." Harry interrupted with venom in his voice.
"And he deserved it. He killed my first and only friend for nothing. That bastard just walked up and shot Rachel in the head because he felt like it that day. Rach was my first friend, she was my only friend." she said quietly.
"She didn't judge me from my background or whatever like most people do. She was the only person I trusted and like everything else in my life, she got snatched away and left me bleeding. He deserved to die but the cops pulled me off before I got my chance to kill him. He now walks with a cane, wears dentures, and is blind in one eye because of me and I don't feel the least bit guilty or sorry for him."
During her talk of the past Harry stood where he was in silence. He could not believe what she was telling him. After a few minutes he finally spoke. "But Dez, there were other ways, you could of called the cops and you wouldn't of gotten in trouble."
Desiree scoffed and began to pace Ron's room. "Call the cops." she repeated with amusement. "Funny Harry, real funny. You think a cop's gonna believe a punk kid from a juvy camp over a respected man of the community?"
She was now standing right in front of him with eyes filled with torture and pain. "You want to know what the worst part was? I wanted revenge for what he did to her. When I saw him on that corner, something inside me snapped and told me to go hit him, and I did, or at least that's what they tell me. I have no memory of what happened that night. I remember seeing him there and the next thing I know I'm in a jail cell waiting for the judgment. You can't stand there and tell me you wouldn't do the same thing if you were in my position. Good night Harry." she said and left the room.
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That night, after pondering Desiree's recollation of events and after everyone was asleep, Harry laid awake feeling extremely torn. `Should I tell Sirius? He asked me in his letter to tell him about everything that happens, but if I do Desiree would probably feel like a betrayed her because that is her private stuff. Then she would really hate me, and I really don't want to be on her bad side.' After hours of weighing his options, Harry decided to write to Sirius and tell him the conversation.
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When Desiree left Ron's room after her talk with Harry, she felt oddly relieved. She remembered therapists telling her that it was good for her to talk about her experiences with other people. `Maybe the old bitty was right' Desiree quickly shook that thought out of her head and proceeded to Ginny's room, where she was staying.
Changing out of her cute new clothes and into her old uniform Desiree grabbed her bag from the camp and stalked outside. All night she trained her already ripped body into more perfection.
She never stopped because this was the only therapy she felt worked for her. Venting out her frustration in physical action always cooled her down. `If only Parker was here now.' she thought evilly. `She would be begging for mercy instead of talking smack about me behind my back.'
While using a tree on the edge of the forest surrounding the house for a punching bag, Desiree suddenly stopped and looked around. Eyes landing on the house she saw Harry lean out of one of the top windows as a white owl fluttered off.
`He probably thinks I'm a freak now.' She thought to herself. `But you are.' said that ever annoying voice `You were never normal and you never will be. People will always look down upon you and talk about you for the rest of your life until you reach your full power. Then nobody can stop you. Not even precious Harry Potter.'
`What are you talking about?' `Power Nadina, power.' `Who the hell are you calling Nadina?' `You. You are Nadina reincarnated. You posses her powers and you must find the one with the compliment powers to it.' `Why?' `If you want to survive you'll have to do it.' `Where exactly could I find this guy?' `You've already seen him. Remember, that night in the woods.'
Ice cold fear gripped at Desiree's heart as the voice continued. `That's right. Be afraid. You won't have to be if you just join him.' "You know what" Desiree stated out loud tired of the voice preaching it's bullshit. "I will decide what I want to do because it is my life and if you say one more fucking word to me tonight, I will commit suicide right now and your little plan will never be executed."
Noting the clearness of her head Desiree walked back up to the house as quietly as she could for a few winks of sleep.
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~~Next chapter, we get a little Dez/Harry action. Not much becasue too much just would not do too well at this point, but a little. Whaddaya think of that? R/R peas!~~
