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 Professor Trelawney. Right?. Maybe not, after all, people change. 6th year fic.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, chances are that I don't own it.
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Sorry about the delay. But here is a nice little chapter, which I hope yo all like as much as you've liked the others. Please R/R it thanks. Also, you should all go check out my other story, its called "If Things Were Different: The Sorcerers Stone.
Thanks to:
Puja: Thanks, glad you like it
princess_chandi: hope you enjoy this chapter too
Leeanna-Marie-Malfoy : thanks
Miranda Potter: Glad you like the story. I had never really seen a Parvati fic before either, so I decided to have my go at one. Thanks for the review
chris-warren876: Yeah, I get sick of the same old pairings as well. This will eventually be a Harry/Parvati fic, but it might not be for a long time. Although the idea of Draco/Parvati is rather intresting... mwahahahaha!
Chapter 7: You got burned
*****There, in the doorway stood...****
...Nobody. A cold drift of wind flutterd through the hall as all the students looked at eachother in confusion.
The hall was eerily silent. Parvati figured it was quiet enough to hear a house-elf at work. She glanced down the table at her freinds confused faces. Noone knew quite what to think. Then her eyes landed on Harry. He had a worried look on his face, his fingers wrapped tightly around his wand as he glanced suspicoulsy at the open doors.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and called out in an amused voice, "Ahh, Adrik, if you would please reveal yourself."
Then, seeminly out of nowhere, a man stepped out into the dooryway.
He was a tall, pale man with brilliantly bleach blonde, spiked hair. He was clothed in a long black dragonhide trenchcoat which coverd a silky black shirt, slacks, and a pair of combat boots to top it off. He had dark blue eyes set in his pale, smooth face. Parvati guessed he must be in his mid-twenties, judging by what she could tell.
The entire hall went silent, some students were paused with spoonfulls of mashed potatoes half way to their mouth, or goblets pressed to their lips. Professor Dumbledore suddenly started clapping. When noone, not even the other teachers, joined in Dumbledore, with a twinkle in his eyes, called out, "Would everyone care to join me in welcoming our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Adrik."
Soon much of the Great Hall had joined with Dumbledore in scatterd applause, albeit it was quite unenthusiatic. The pale man wrapped his dark cloak around him and swiftly made his way up to the teachers table, taking the only open seat, besides Snape. Parvati was quite surprised when Snape didn't throw his jealous glare at the new professor, like he did at every other Defense teacher they had ever had. Instead, Snape seemed to be consentrating on the plate of food in front of him, seemingly trying his hardest to ignore the new professor.
Parvati then turned, frowning, back to her plate of food. She soon lost track of the conversation her friends were having about something or another as she drifted off into thought. Adrik. It wasn't a common name, but she could swear she had heard it somewhere before. She cut off a piece of the steak in front of her and, putting it in her mouth, she glanced around.
Lavender was flirting openly with Seamus who was managing to juggle between flirting back with her while he carried on a conversation with Dean and Ron about Quidditch.
A pretty seventh year girl was leaning up against Harry and whispering something in his ear. He didn't seem to be listening, however, as his eyes were darting back and forth across the hall. Parvati followed his gaze to where Draco Malfoy was sitting, seeminly stareing at Professor Adrik, instead of laughing at a joke, most likley a rude one, which Goyle had just cracked.
Every few seconds Harry would shift his gaze from Malfoy to the new professor, then to Snape and then back to Malfoy. He seemed to be trying to make some sort of connection.
Parvati's eyes kept wandering around as she sipped on her pumkin juice. They landed on Hermione Granger, the genius of Gryffindor, who also was staring up at Professor Adrik, as if she were trying to make some sort of connection which was just beyond her grasp.
Before long Dumbledore once again stood up. Parvati hadn't realized that the feast had passed by so quickly.
"If I could just have your attention for a few minutes before we're off to bed," Dumbledore started, "First off, it should be noted that all Decrees passed by Umbridge last year are no longer in effect." This was welocmed by many cheers throughout the Hall.
"First years, as well as some older students," here he glanced at Harry and his friends, "should note that the forbidden forest is strictly out-of-bounds. Mr. Flich has also asked me to inform you that 114 new objects, including Portable Swamps, Canary Creams, Ton-Tongue Toffees, and Skiving Snackboxes have been placed on the forbidden items list." Parvati heard Ron telling Harry that the twins were going to be pleased with themselves.
On a more cheerful note, it should be noted (a/n bad pun, I know) that Qudditch tryouts will be next Monday, see Madame Hooch if you're intrested.
I have already said, the Auors you see around the grounds are for your saftey. They are to help the professors monitor the school for any dark activity. At least two aurors are to attend all quidditch practices, quidditch captains are to see Madame Hooch to schedual aurors for their practices."
After the school had sung the school song students began to make there way to their common rooms. Parvati joined up with the rest of the fifth year Gryffindors, minus Hermione, who was leading the first years, and made her way up to Gryffindor Tower.
As she changed into her purple pajamas, Parvati only lended one ear to Lavender, who was going on about who was dating who and all sorts of other juciy gossip.
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The next morning Parvati woke early, out of habit. She enjoyed the luxury of laying peacefully in her warm, fluffy bed. The early morning sun shining through the open window next to her bed, as a cool early morning breeze flowed in, calmly fluttering against her bed curtains.
Ever so slowly she sat up in her bed, not yet quite ready to face the new day. Yawning she stood up and sleepily made her way to the bathroom, slowly stripping off her clothes and stepping into the shower.
Several minutes later she was dressed and throwing on her robes, it was only about 7:00 in the morning so she grabbed her copy of Quidditch Through the Ages and headed down to the common room.
It was a little chilly so she chose the comfy armchair that was up close to the fireplace and sat down, pulling her feet up under her and opening the book.
She had just started reading about the infamous 1493 World Cup, in which all 700 possible fouls had been committed, when a familiar voice spoke up.
"Didn't know you were a quidditch person." Parvati let out a surprised gasp and looked up. There sitting across from her on the sofa sat Harry Potter, his feet propped up on the coffee table, his hands resting behind his head. Looking almost as nonchalent as possible.
"I... errr.. That's to say... How long have you been there?"
Harry smirked and pointed at his metallic blue guitar which was leaning up against the sofa. "Woke up about three and couldn't get back to sleep, so I came down here and played a little. You never answered my question."
Parvati had a sudden inclination to ask him why he had awoken at three in the morning, but decided against it. "You mean you were here when I came down?" Harry nodded, as if he were talking to a little kid. This led to Parvati blushing a deep shade of red. After a few minutes Parvati suddenly rememberd he had asked a question.
"Yeah, I like quidditch."
"You fly?" Harry asked hopefully, it was a well known fact that the Gryffindor Quidditch Team was in desperate need for new players.
"Yeah, but I can't play quidditch for anything."
After several minutes of silence Harry stood up and grabbed his guitar as well as several sheets of parchment with various lyrics jotted down on them, which Parvati hadn't noticed earlier. "I'm gonna go put this stuff up, before everyone wakes up. See you in a while." Harry flashed her a smile and turned and walked up the staircase.
"Yeah." Parvati replied. Lavender would die if I told about this. Parvati thought. Afterall, Lavender was the type of girl that could flirt her head off with any guy, but would almost die of shock if a guy like Harry actually said more than one word back to her. Which is why I won't tell her. All I need is for her to try and set me up with Harry.
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Over an hour later Parvati sat eating breakfest with Lavender, critiqueing boys as they entered the Great Hall.
"Hot."
"Cute."
"Fat."
"Slytherin."
"Too young."
"Ugly."
"Cute."
"Hot."
After a while, when it seemed that there would be no more people coming in for breakfest they decided to call it quits. Before long one of the prefects handed out the timetables, but Lavender and Parvati didn't get one.
"Hey, we need ours." Lavender called out to the prefect, a fith year boy whom Parvati couldn't place a name with.
"Oh, I figured you'd know that sixth years are supposed to stay after breakfest to sign up for their N.E.W.T. level cases." The prefect said in a "Your-Not-That-Bright-Are-You' tone of voice.
Parvait laughed when the prefect walked away and said in a sing-song voice, "You got burned. You got burned."
Lavender glared at her. "It's not like you knew either." That shut up Parvati pretty fast and she turned back to her breakfest.
Sure enough, when breakfest was over Professor McGonagall stood up and requested that all sixth years were to stay after breakfest to sign up for classes.
When everyone else had left McGonagall began talking. "Now, infront of you, you will see a piece of paper with the classes which are available for you to take, judging by your OWLs and the required OWL level for each course. If you would please circle which classes you would like to sign up for and then tap the parchment with your wand three times."
Parvati glanced down at the table, which was now clear of any sign of food. Placed directly in front of her was a piece of parchment which read:
Dear Ms. Parvati Patil,
Please select which of the following NEWT level classes you would like to sign up for. Please select a minimum of 3 classes and a maximum 8 classes.
Class Your OWL Required OWL
Transfiguration Exceeds Expectations Outstanding
Charms Outstanding Acceptable
Herbology Acceptable Acceptable
Defense Against the Dark Arts Exceeds Expectation Outstanding
Astronomy Acceptable Acceptable
Care of Magical Creatures Acceptable N/A
Divination Outstanding N/A
After some consideration Parvati decided to sign up for everything with the exceptions of astonomy and divination, simply becasue she wasn't sure of what career she was intrested in, and these two classes were necessary for very few careers. Afterall, if she wanted to then later on she could drop some classes which she didn't need. She tapped the parchment three times and was rather surprised when the words began rearranging themselves. Some words seeminly sank into the page, while others appeared out of nowhere.
After several minutes the end result looked something like:
NEWT Level schedual for Ms. Parvati Patil, Sixth Year, Gryffindor
Monday 9:00 - 11:30 Transfiguration 11:30 - 1:30 Lunch Break 2:00 - 4:00 Study Hall
Tuesday 9:00 - 11:30 Defense Against the Dark Arts 11:30 - 1:30 Lunch Break 2:00 - 4:00 Charms
Wednesday 9:00 - 11:30 Herbology 11:30 - 1:30 Lunch Break 2:00 - 4:00 Study Hall
Thursday 9:00 - 11:30 Care of Magical Creatures 11:30 - 1:30 Lunch Break 2:00 - 4:00 Transfiguration
Friday 9:00 - 11:30 Defense Against the Dark Arts 11:30 - 1:30 Lunch Break 2:00 - 4:00 Charms
"This schedual is different. Look, I got two study halls." Parvati said to Lavender, showing her her schedual.
"Me too. Our scheduals are a little differnt though.... Oh, you dropped Divination!"
"Yeah, I thought it wouldn't be very useful for anything."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Now that everyone is done, please report to your first class." McGonagall voice broke up their schedual comparing. Parvati stuffed her schedual in her robes, grabbed her schedual and headed with Lavender off to Defense Against the Dark Arts, not excatly looking forward to her first NEWT level class.