Parvati Patil: The Soul Within
Summary: Parvati Patil is just that Gryffindor prep and member of the Hogwarts gossip circle. She's just Lavender Brown's sidekick and fan of Proffesor Trelawney. Right?. Maybe not, after all, people change. 6th year fic.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, chances are that I don't own it.
Author Note: I haven't seen many, if any, Parvati fics out there, so I decided I'd write one. I hope you like it, and Im not real sure where Im taking it, only a few key events are set in stone. I welcome ANY reviews. Flames will be discarded, but at least I will know that you are reading it. Thank you. R/R
Chapter 1: The Ride Home
Parvati Patil stared idly a window of the Hogwarts Express as the English countryside passed by in a blur, much like the past year had. She was glad to finally be going home for the holidays, the year may have passed by in a blur, but it had dragged on for forever in its own special way. But she was free for the summer now. Free from the Owls, the boys, and the usual humble- jumble of Howarts life. Free from the stereo-typing students who would never understand her.
Parvati knew that most people saw her as the preppy gossiper of Gryffindor and sidekick of Lavender "I-Want-To-Sleep-With-Everyone" Brown. She didn't blame them though, afterall, that was the image that she let everyone see. She was scared that if she let her real self shine through then she wouldn't be accepted, that she would be shunned to the side like that one girl that was a year behind her...
Parvati pondered the name of the girl for a moment before she realized that was exactly what she feared, that people would forget her if she allowed her real self to break through. She feared the lack of acceptance.
Parvati was jerked rudely out of her musings by her gossiping friend Lavender.
"...And what about how Harry dumped what's her name? Alicia wasn't it? Do you reckon I could have a shot at him now? Proably not, I guess I should keep my eyes on Seamus. Anyway, I think Mandy from Ravenclaw said that he had his eyes on Jessica McMillian, or mabye it was Lauren that told me. I'm not sure."
"Maybe." Parvati replied half-heartedly, not sure if their had even been a question. During their 5th year at Hogwarts Harry Potter had turned into a sort of player after he had returned to school after the summer with a new haircut, more lean muscles and a darker, more mysterious feeling surrounding him. Rumor had it that he had turned his intrest to girls to keep his mind off of Voldemort and Cedirc Diggory. She didn't blame him.
But Parvati knew that neither her nor Lavender had much of a shot at Harry, if any at all. The 4th year Yule Ball incident had all but ruined her and Harry's feeble friendship and Lavender wasn't really Harry's type. He had history for going for older 6th and 7th year girls. But then again, they were going to be 6th years next year.
"What's wrong with you Parvati? I don't think you have given me any two syllable replies the whole train ride. Did I say something wrong?"
"It's nothing. Im just thinking, that's all."
"Parv...girl. You seem to forget that I know you and I know that you don't have a habit for thinking. Now what's wrong."
"Look Lav. Im serious, nothing is wrong."
"Oh. I know. Look, you can come stay at my house for the hols, you don't have to go back to your dreadful parents. We can have fun, go shopping and stuff. I know I need a new wardrobe, so you probably do to."
"Maybe." Parvati replied half-heartdely again. Sometimes Lavender's antics and gossip got on her nerves. Couldn't she see when she wanted to think?
Apparaently not. She now seemed to be rambling out her complaints that Gryffindor hadn't won the House Cup this year. Parvati wanted to tell her that it was probably because Harry Potter hadn't done anything crazy enough this past year to almost get himself killed and thus win Gryffindor a good 100 points. Well, with the exception of the "Ministry Incicdent," but that was off campus, so how could it win points?.
It wasn't long before a pair of Ravenclaw girls dropped by Lavender and Parvati's compartment for the daliy gossip swapping. Parvait, not feeling up to it used the excuse of needing a drink to get out and wander down the train. She ignored Lavender's offering of a warm bottle of pumpkin juice.
Parvati walked aimlessly up and down the train. She didn't see many people she knew or was comfortable talking to. After all, Lavender was the poplular one who knew and talked to everyone. Parvati was just her faithful sidekick. Parvati mused that her relationship to Lavender was a little like Ron Weasley's was to Harry. Only she was sure that being Harry's sidekick was a bit more exciting.
"Speak of the devils." Parvati muttered to herself as she found herself steppin into the infamous Trio's compartment.
"Hey Parvati." Hermione said, not even glancing up from a large, leather- bound book. Ron's sleeping head was resting on Hermione's shoulder and his feet were propped on a seat across from him. Harry was sitting in a very relaxing looking position, idily twirling his wand in his fingers. Next to Harry lay a sleeping Ginny Weasley, her head snuggled up closely to Neville Longbottom's chest, who was running his finger through Ginny's hair. 'Apparently her and Dean didn't work out.,' Parvati thought to herself.
"Err...Hi." Parvati mumbled. She never was all that comfortable when she was around the Trio and their close friends like Neville and Ginny. She felt like she was intruding on their tight-knit friendship.
Neville acknowledeged her prescence by a nod of the head before turing his attention back to Ginny. Harry stared at Parvati for a minute and then glanced at the seat next to Hermione. The message was clear and Parvati sat down.
Hermione looked up for the first time. "Is something wrong, Parvati?"
Parvati was about to reply with a quick no when Harry asked in a questioning yet also knowing voice.
"Lavender?" Parvati nodded, even though it was obvious that he didn't expect an answer.
"You can stay here if you want." Harry said, throwing a warning glance at Hermione who seemed on the verge of suggesting otherwise.
"Thanks." Parvati replied in an appreciative voice. She might not be overly comfortable with the Trio, but at least she wouldn't be baggered with questions in their layed-back, calm compartment.
"Butterbeer." Harry asked, removing a drink from a...Parvati assumed...muggle cooler.
Parvati had already nodded but Harry had already handed her the drink and his attention was once again turned back his wand, which he had resumed to twirl about in his fingers in a rather nonchalent type way. Parvati shifted in her seat to become more comfortable and took a sip of the cooling, foaming drink.
Summary: Parvati Patil is just that Gryffindor prep and member of the Hogwarts gossip circle. She's just Lavender Brown's sidekick and fan of Proffesor Trelawney. Right?. Maybe not, after all, people change. 6th year fic.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, chances are that I don't own it.
Author Note: I haven't seen many, if any, Parvati fics out there, so I decided I'd write one. I hope you like it, and Im not real sure where Im taking it, only a few key events are set in stone. I welcome ANY reviews. Flames will be discarded, but at least I will know that you are reading it. Thank you. R/R
Chapter 1: The Ride Home
Parvati Patil stared idly a window of the Hogwarts Express as the English countryside passed by in a blur, much like the past year had. She was glad to finally be going home for the holidays, the year may have passed by in a blur, but it had dragged on for forever in its own special way. But she was free for the summer now. Free from the Owls, the boys, and the usual humble- jumble of Howarts life. Free from the stereo-typing students who would never understand her.
Parvati knew that most people saw her as the preppy gossiper of Gryffindor and sidekick of Lavender "I-Want-To-Sleep-With-Everyone" Brown. She didn't blame them though, afterall, that was the image that she let everyone see. She was scared that if she let her real self shine through then she wouldn't be accepted, that she would be shunned to the side like that one girl that was a year behind her...
Parvati pondered the name of the girl for a moment before she realized that was exactly what she feared, that people would forget her if she allowed her real self to break through. She feared the lack of acceptance.
Parvati was jerked rudely out of her musings by her gossiping friend Lavender.
"...And what about how Harry dumped what's her name? Alicia wasn't it? Do you reckon I could have a shot at him now? Proably not, I guess I should keep my eyes on Seamus. Anyway, I think Mandy from Ravenclaw said that he had his eyes on Jessica McMillian, or mabye it was Lauren that told me. I'm not sure."
"Maybe." Parvati replied half-heartedly, not sure if their had even been a question. During their 5th year at Hogwarts Harry Potter had turned into a sort of player after he had returned to school after the summer with a new haircut, more lean muscles and a darker, more mysterious feeling surrounding him. Rumor had it that he had turned his intrest to girls to keep his mind off of Voldemort and Cedirc Diggory. She didn't blame him.
But Parvati knew that neither her nor Lavender had much of a shot at Harry, if any at all. The 4th year Yule Ball incident had all but ruined her and Harry's feeble friendship and Lavender wasn't really Harry's type. He had history for going for older 6th and 7th year girls. But then again, they were going to be 6th years next year.
"What's wrong with you Parvati? I don't think you have given me any two syllable replies the whole train ride. Did I say something wrong?"
"It's nothing. Im just thinking, that's all."
"Parv...girl. You seem to forget that I know you and I know that you don't have a habit for thinking. Now what's wrong."
"Look Lav. Im serious, nothing is wrong."
"Oh. I know. Look, you can come stay at my house for the hols, you don't have to go back to your dreadful parents. We can have fun, go shopping and stuff. I know I need a new wardrobe, so you probably do to."
"Maybe." Parvati replied half-heartdely again. Sometimes Lavender's antics and gossip got on her nerves. Couldn't she see when she wanted to think?
Apparaently not. She now seemed to be rambling out her complaints that Gryffindor hadn't won the House Cup this year. Parvati wanted to tell her that it was probably because Harry Potter hadn't done anything crazy enough this past year to almost get himself killed and thus win Gryffindor a good 100 points. Well, with the exception of the "Ministry Incicdent," but that was off campus, so how could it win points?.
It wasn't long before a pair of Ravenclaw girls dropped by Lavender and Parvati's compartment for the daliy gossip swapping. Parvait, not feeling up to it used the excuse of needing a drink to get out and wander down the train. She ignored Lavender's offering of a warm bottle of pumpkin juice.
Parvati walked aimlessly up and down the train. She didn't see many people she knew or was comfortable talking to. After all, Lavender was the poplular one who knew and talked to everyone. Parvati was just her faithful sidekick. Parvati mused that her relationship to Lavender was a little like Ron Weasley's was to Harry. Only she was sure that being Harry's sidekick was a bit more exciting.
"Speak of the devils." Parvati muttered to herself as she found herself steppin into the infamous Trio's compartment.
"Hey Parvati." Hermione said, not even glancing up from a large, leather- bound book. Ron's sleeping head was resting on Hermione's shoulder and his feet were propped on a seat across from him. Harry was sitting in a very relaxing looking position, idily twirling his wand in his fingers. Next to Harry lay a sleeping Ginny Weasley, her head snuggled up closely to Neville Longbottom's chest, who was running his finger through Ginny's hair. 'Apparently her and Dean didn't work out.,' Parvati thought to herself.
"Err...Hi." Parvati mumbled. She never was all that comfortable when she was around the Trio and their close friends like Neville and Ginny. She felt like she was intruding on their tight-knit friendship.
Neville acknowledeged her prescence by a nod of the head before turing his attention back to Ginny. Harry stared at Parvati for a minute and then glanced at the seat next to Hermione. The message was clear and Parvati sat down.
Hermione looked up for the first time. "Is something wrong, Parvati?"
Parvati was about to reply with a quick no when Harry asked in a questioning yet also knowing voice.
"Lavender?" Parvati nodded, even though it was obvious that he didn't expect an answer.
"You can stay here if you want." Harry said, throwing a warning glance at Hermione who seemed on the verge of suggesting otherwise.
"Thanks." Parvati replied in an appreciative voice. She might not be overly comfortable with the Trio, but at least she wouldn't be baggered with questions in their layed-back, calm compartment.
"Butterbeer." Harry asked, removing a drink from a...Parvati assumed...muggle cooler.
Parvati had already nodded but Harry had already handed her the drink and his attention was once again turned back his wand, which he had resumed to twirl about in his fingers in a rather nonchalent type way. Parvati shifted in her seat to become more comfortable and took a sip of the cooling, foaming drink.