DISCLAIMER: Again, as always I don't own anything, but Keirsta and the
plot.
Chapter Eight: Fights and Food
Harry sped towards the ground. I thought quickly. Under my breath, I muttered, "Chyfriniwr Awelon Anadl 'n fywydol Cafna 'i i fyny Rhagoch ddeisyf 'm chyfrysedd Chyflea 'i i lawr Ad na amhara d ato."*
Harry's broom stopped. I let out a sigh. I suddenly saw something that made my blood boil. Malfoy was sliding his wand back into his robe.
"I'll take care of you, Malfoy," I thought. The crowd began to cheer. I looked around for the source and saw the Snitch fluttering in Harry's fist. The crowd began to disperse as the Gryffindor house had its victory.
"Keirsta, are you coming?" asked Seamus. I nodded. We headed down. As we headed back to the castle, I spotted Malfoy. I stalked over to him.
"Malfoy, you little creep. I need to talk to you!" I said. Malfoy turned a lazy smirk to me.
"Yes, Grant?" he drawled.
"You jinxed Harry's broom, you stupid arse! How dare you do that?" I shouted.
"What are you talking about? I did no such thing," said Malfoy, his eyes narrowing.
"I saw you! If you ever do anything to Harry again, I'll make sure you never walk properly again!" I said. "If you catch my meaning." Malfoy's face blackened. He shoved me back. I fell backwards onto my rear. He squatted next to me. He took my chin in his fingers.
"Don't threaten me, Grant! Potter had his lot coming. You don't know who you're messing with," he said, his voice deadly quiet. My eyes widened as I saw the malice in the depths of his eyes. He roughly let go and stalked towards the castle. Seamus came up.
"Keirsta, are you all right?" he asked, helping me up. I don't know why, but Malfoy's words hit me hard and tears came to my eyes. Seamus put his arms around me and I cried. The feel of being in a guy's arms after Harry had pushed me away made me cry harder. Seamus's Irish brogue broke through to me.
"What's wrong, Keirsta? It's more than that git Malfoy," he asked. He cupped my cheek, wiping my tears, and I winced. He had touched the bruise. I wasn't very careful walking back to the common room and while I was paranoid about avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris even though I was invisible, I had run into the wall.
"What's this?" asked Seamus, noticing the bruise. "How did you get this?"
"Last night, Harry and I were arguing and then he-"
"He hit you?!" said Seamus. I looked at him in horror and I opened my mouth to respond when I heard, "What is this?"
I turned my head and saw Harry looking at us, his raven hair sticking to his head, wet from his shower.
"Harry," I said. His eyes narrowed, looking between Seamus and me who still had his arms around me. I realized what it must look like. I stepped away from Seamus.
"What are you doing with your arms around Keirsta, Seamus?" asked Harry, stepping towards us.
"Comforting her. She was accosted by Malfoy," Seamus said, his voice edged in ice. Harry turned to me, but Seamus continued, "Then, I discovered why Keirsta is unhappy today. Potter, you bastard."
Harry looked at Seamus, shock and anger pooling in his eyes.
"You bloody bastard. How dare you hit her!" said Seamus, fury on his face. Then something happened that occurred so fast I couldn't stop it. Seamus ran his fist into Harry's face. Harry's reflexes were not slow. He was stunned only for a minute, before launching himself at Seamus. I watched in horror as my boyfriend and friend hit each other. I tugged at Harry or Seamus every time I got a chance.
"Stop! Harry! Seamus! He didn't hit me!" I screamed.
"Don't defend the git, Keirsta!" came Seamus' voice from the fray. I saw an opening and thinking I would try and stop it, I stepped in front of them. Well, they didn't see me and I felt one fist hit my face and the other my stomach. I felt the breath leave me and I stumbled back. My arm flew out to stop me and in the midst of my pain, I felt my wrist snap. My rear hit the ground. I lay back, my wrist throbbing. Suddenly, Harry's horrified face and Seamus' ashamed face appeared above me. I lay there, trying to catch my breath. I felt tears come to my eyes and I struggle to stand. Harry moved to help me. He wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Oh gods, Keirsta. I'm sorry," said Seamus, walking with us up towards the castle. I didn't say anything, concentrating on not crying from the pain. My wrist was throbbing and I felt my legs go jelly. I sank to my knees, determined not to be sick.
"Keirsta?" asked Harry. I looked up at him. His eyes held fear and love. He scooped me up in his arms and my tears leaked down my cheeks. He hurried us through the halls towards the hospital wing, Seamus trailing. As we passed a door, we were stopped by a familiar silky voice.
"Well, well. Mr. Potter. What are you doing out of your common room and without Granger and Weasley?" asked Snape. Harry turned and Snape's eyes widened slightly when he saw me.
"I'm taking Keirsta to the hospital wing," said Harry.
"What happened to her?" asked Snape.
"She fell." Snape looked at Harry suspiciously, but he could tell I was in a great deal of pain and led us to the hospital. Maybe Snape wasn't as much of a git as I thought.
"Madame Pomfrey!" Snape called as he pushed the door open. The nurse hurried out and clucked her tongue when she saw me.
"Put her on the bed there." Harry placed me gently on the bed and Madame Pomfrey drew the curtains around us. She took out her wand and healed the break in my wrist.
"It may be sore for a few days," she said. I nodded. She healed the bruise on my face. She didn't do anything for the soreness in my gut, because I didn't tell her about that. I didn't want to get Seamus and Harry in trouble for fighting or for hitting me, even though they hadn't done it on purpose. The nurse disappeared for a moment and reappeared with a glass of water.
"Sit here for a bit, so the swelling can go down and then back to your common room." I nodded and Madam Pomfrey set the glass down and returned to her office. I lay back, trying to process all that had happened. Suddenly, I heard loud voices.
"Finnigan, I would not hit my own girlfriend!"
"Well, Potter, explain the bruise on her head!"
"You tell me! You had your arms all over her!"
"Don't try to blame-"
"Seamus! Harry! Come here!" I called, anxious to clear this up. The two angry guys appeared. Harry sat on the side of my bed.
"Keirsta, are you all right?" he asked. I looked at him.
"Yes, Harry. I am fine," I said, ignoring my gut. I saw Seamus glare at Harry.
"We need to talk," I said.
"Yes?" Seamus, still glaring at Harry.
"We need to clear this up. Seamus, Harry did not hit me. Last night, we had an argument and I was distracted. I ran into a wall."
"I told you," said Harry. Seamus cocked an eyebrow.
"I did. Ask the Fat Lady in the portrait. She was still smiling at me about it this morning. I'm surprised that all of the portraits aren't talking of it." I turned to Harry. "And Harry, your broom. Malfoy jinxed it. I confronted the arse and he shoved me. It upset me and Seamus was just helping."
"See! I told you!" said Seamus. I looked at them.
"Please. Don't be angry at each other on my account," I said. The guys looked at each other and then shook hands. There was a knock on the door and Parvati Patil opened the door.
"Seamus? Professor McGonagall wants to see you," said the dark skinned girl. Seamus nodded. Parvati smiled and waved at me. I returned the gesture.
"I'll see you later, Keirsta. Bye Harry." He exited with Parvati. I looked at Harry and he at me. The seconds ticked by, but it seemed like hours. His eyes swept over me, finally landing on my lips.
"Are you done thinking, Harry?" I whispered. He nodded. I leaned over to him and we kissed. I wound my fingers in his messy locks. Harry started to chuckle.
"What?" I asked.
"You ran into a wall?" he asked. I blushed.
"Yes." He stopped laughing and looked at me.
"Keirsta, it hurt that you didn't tell me about your abilities, but I care for you. Please no more secrets," he said. I wrapped my arms around him.
"No more," I murmured.
*******
Several weeks passed and it was windy cold November. I was depressed. Today was Thanksgiving. I always loved the holiday. It was very important in our family. I loved turkey, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes.. I almost drooled as I thought of it. Sadly, I realized that this was England. There would be no Thanksgiving. No seeing my father, no food, no seeing my mother, no other family. I sighed. I was glad it was Saturday. I wondered down the stairs from the dormitories and saw Harry talking with Ron and Hermione.
"Keirsta, come here," called Harry. I walked over to the couch where Hermione sat.
"What's the matter?" I asked, seeing the frown on Hermione's face.
"Oh, Hermione is just upset that she can't find anything in the library she hasn't already read," said Ron. Hermione lightly smacked him
"I am not. I just can't find my notes for Potions."
"Oh Hermione. I borrowed them," said Ron, handing her a pile of parchment. The Head Girl snatched the stack and glared at Ron.
"Ron." Hermione went off about respect of people's property. Harry pulled on my hands and we departed.
"Oh, those two. They really need to get together," said Harry, as we flopped down on the stairs outside the portrait.
"Have they always been like this?" I asked. Harry nodded.
"Even the first moment they met. Hermione had come looking for Neville's toad and she ventured into our compartment. Ron had been about to do a spell his brother George had taught him and she came in and saw him about to do it. She said, "Let's see then." The spell was a dud and Hermione noticed my glasses were broken, so she fixed them. That was the first encounter and then the troll." Harry proceeded to tell me about the troll their first year.
"I wish I had been here. My school was nothing like this. Boring old classes, no exciting teachers. Dumbledore is so incredible compared to Mrs. Frumpet. She was a tall skinny witch with blond hair and pale skin. She was strict and boring as all get out. Oh, and then there was Mr. Coldburn. He was our Potions teacher. I thought he was bad, but Snape makes him look like Santa Claus." I looked at Harry.
"Tell me about American holidays, Keirsta," said Harry. I thought for a moment.
"They aren't the same as England, but not too different. We celebrate most of the same holidays, except one that I can think of. Thanksgiving," I said. Harry squinted his eyes up.
"Isn't that today?" he asked. I nodded. I noticed a slightly gleam in his eyes. What was he thinking? I wondered. He stood suddenly and grabbed my hand, squeezing it.
"Wait here," he said and disappeared into the Tower. I waited and he reappeared a moment later. He wrapped his Invisibility cloak around me. We moved silently through the castle.
"Harry where are we going?" I whispered. He didn't answer, but stopped in front of a portrait of fruit. He reached out and tickled the pear. The portrait swung open and we descended a staircase. We emerged into a huge kitchen. Many house elves were fixing food for dinner. One noticed us and bustled over.
"Harry Potter, what did Dobby do to deserve such a visit?" the house elf asked. Harry smiled.
"Remember the thing I talked to you about earlier? The basket?" he asked, eagerly. Dobby nodded and scurried off. I looked up at my boyfriend. Dobby reappeared with a large basket. Harry took it.
"Thanks Dobby. This is Kiersta Grant, my girlfriend," he said, smiling. Dobby smiled and nodded at me.
"Such an honor it is to meet the girl for Harry Potter," he said. I blushed.
"Nice meeting you too, Dobby," I said. Harry and I departed the kitchen and he led me up through the castle. We stopped at a wall. He took the cloak off and began pacing three times. I looked at him.
"Harry, love, what are you-" I started, but suddenly a door appeared and Harry smiled. He took my hand and led me into a room. It was filled with pillows and floating candles. A fire roared in a fireplace. I turned to him.
"What is this?" I asked. He smiled and sat. He began unpacking the basket. Mashed potatoes, turkey, sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce. I felt tears in my eyes. I launched myself at him. We rolled over. I kissed him soundly.
"You are such a sweetheart!" I said. We sat up and got the rest of the food out. I snuggled against him as we ate. After we finished, we sat watching the fire. I felt sleepy, but happy.
"I love you, Harry," I said. I heard him cough. I turned and looked at him. He was wiping his mouth on his napkin. He looked at me.
"What?" he croaked. I turned around fully and looked him in his emerald eyes.
"I love you, Harry James Potter." He smiled and tears were in his eyes.
" I love you too, Keirsta Moira Grant," he said. We kissed, our lips pressed together. We pulled away and he held me in his arms.
"Harry, we should be getting back," I murmured into his neck. He nodded reluctantly and picked up the cloak off the floor. He smiled.
"Since you can make yourself invisible, you won't want to come under here with me, then," he said, mischievously.
"Why would you think that? I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to get close to you," I said. We were cloaked in the shiny material and moved quickly back to Gryffindor Tower.
*Mystic Winds Breath of life Scoop him up Lest you wish me strife Set him down Let no harm come to him.
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Chapter Eight: Fights and Food
Harry sped towards the ground. I thought quickly. Under my breath, I muttered, "Chyfriniwr Awelon Anadl 'n fywydol Cafna 'i i fyny Rhagoch ddeisyf 'm chyfrysedd Chyflea 'i i lawr Ad na amhara d ato."*
Harry's broom stopped. I let out a sigh. I suddenly saw something that made my blood boil. Malfoy was sliding his wand back into his robe.
"I'll take care of you, Malfoy," I thought. The crowd began to cheer. I looked around for the source and saw the Snitch fluttering in Harry's fist. The crowd began to disperse as the Gryffindor house had its victory.
"Keirsta, are you coming?" asked Seamus. I nodded. We headed down. As we headed back to the castle, I spotted Malfoy. I stalked over to him.
"Malfoy, you little creep. I need to talk to you!" I said. Malfoy turned a lazy smirk to me.
"Yes, Grant?" he drawled.
"You jinxed Harry's broom, you stupid arse! How dare you do that?" I shouted.
"What are you talking about? I did no such thing," said Malfoy, his eyes narrowing.
"I saw you! If you ever do anything to Harry again, I'll make sure you never walk properly again!" I said. "If you catch my meaning." Malfoy's face blackened. He shoved me back. I fell backwards onto my rear. He squatted next to me. He took my chin in his fingers.
"Don't threaten me, Grant! Potter had his lot coming. You don't know who you're messing with," he said, his voice deadly quiet. My eyes widened as I saw the malice in the depths of his eyes. He roughly let go and stalked towards the castle. Seamus came up.
"Keirsta, are you all right?" he asked, helping me up. I don't know why, but Malfoy's words hit me hard and tears came to my eyes. Seamus put his arms around me and I cried. The feel of being in a guy's arms after Harry had pushed me away made me cry harder. Seamus's Irish brogue broke through to me.
"What's wrong, Keirsta? It's more than that git Malfoy," he asked. He cupped my cheek, wiping my tears, and I winced. He had touched the bruise. I wasn't very careful walking back to the common room and while I was paranoid about avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris even though I was invisible, I had run into the wall.
"What's this?" asked Seamus, noticing the bruise. "How did you get this?"
"Last night, Harry and I were arguing and then he-"
"He hit you?!" said Seamus. I looked at him in horror and I opened my mouth to respond when I heard, "What is this?"
I turned my head and saw Harry looking at us, his raven hair sticking to his head, wet from his shower.
"Harry," I said. His eyes narrowed, looking between Seamus and me who still had his arms around me. I realized what it must look like. I stepped away from Seamus.
"What are you doing with your arms around Keirsta, Seamus?" asked Harry, stepping towards us.
"Comforting her. She was accosted by Malfoy," Seamus said, his voice edged in ice. Harry turned to me, but Seamus continued, "Then, I discovered why Keirsta is unhappy today. Potter, you bastard."
Harry looked at Seamus, shock and anger pooling in his eyes.
"You bloody bastard. How dare you hit her!" said Seamus, fury on his face. Then something happened that occurred so fast I couldn't stop it. Seamus ran his fist into Harry's face. Harry's reflexes were not slow. He was stunned only for a minute, before launching himself at Seamus. I watched in horror as my boyfriend and friend hit each other. I tugged at Harry or Seamus every time I got a chance.
"Stop! Harry! Seamus! He didn't hit me!" I screamed.
"Don't defend the git, Keirsta!" came Seamus' voice from the fray. I saw an opening and thinking I would try and stop it, I stepped in front of them. Well, they didn't see me and I felt one fist hit my face and the other my stomach. I felt the breath leave me and I stumbled back. My arm flew out to stop me and in the midst of my pain, I felt my wrist snap. My rear hit the ground. I lay back, my wrist throbbing. Suddenly, Harry's horrified face and Seamus' ashamed face appeared above me. I lay there, trying to catch my breath. I felt tears come to my eyes and I struggle to stand. Harry moved to help me. He wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Oh gods, Keirsta. I'm sorry," said Seamus, walking with us up towards the castle. I didn't say anything, concentrating on not crying from the pain. My wrist was throbbing and I felt my legs go jelly. I sank to my knees, determined not to be sick.
"Keirsta?" asked Harry. I looked up at him. His eyes held fear and love. He scooped me up in his arms and my tears leaked down my cheeks. He hurried us through the halls towards the hospital wing, Seamus trailing. As we passed a door, we were stopped by a familiar silky voice.
"Well, well. Mr. Potter. What are you doing out of your common room and without Granger and Weasley?" asked Snape. Harry turned and Snape's eyes widened slightly when he saw me.
"I'm taking Keirsta to the hospital wing," said Harry.
"What happened to her?" asked Snape.
"She fell." Snape looked at Harry suspiciously, but he could tell I was in a great deal of pain and led us to the hospital. Maybe Snape wasn't as much of a git as I thought.
"Madame Pomfrey!" Snape called as he pushed the door open. The nurse hurried out and clucked her tongue when she saw me.
"Put her on the bed there." Harry placed me gently on the bed and Madame Pomfrey drew the curtains around us. She took out her wand and healed the break in my wrist.
"It may be sore for a few days," she said. I nodded. She healed the bruise on my face. She didn't do anything for the soreness in my gut, because I didn't tell her about that. I didn't want to get Seamus and Harry in trouble for fighting or for hitting me, even though they hadn't done it on purpose. The nurse disappeared for a moment and reappeared with a glass of water.
"Sit here for a bit, so the swelling can go down and then back to your common room." I nodded and Madam Pomfrey set the glass down and returned to her office. I lay back, trying to process all that had happened. Suddenly, I heard loud voices.
"Finnigan, I would not hit my own girlfriend!"
"Well, Potter, explain the bruise on her head!"
"You tell me! You had your arms all over her!"
"Don't try to blame-"
"Seamus! Harry! Come here!" I called, anxious to clear this up. The two angry guys appeared. Harry sat on the side of my bed.
"Keirsta, are you all right?" he asked. I looked at him.
"Yes, Harry. I am fine," I said, ignoring my gut. I saw Seamus glare at Harry.
"We need to talk," I said.
"Yes?" Seamus, still glaring at Harry.
"We need to clear this up. Seamus, Harry did not hit me. Last night, we had an argument and I was distracted. I ran into a wall."
"I told you," said Harry. Seamus cocked an eyebrow.
"I did. Ask the Fat Lady in the portrait. She was still smiling at me about it this morning. I'm surprised that all of the portraits aren't talking of it." I turned to Harry. "And Harry, your broom. Malfoy jinxed it. I confronted the arse and he shoved me. It upset me and Seamus was just helping."
"See! I told you!" said Seamus. I looked at them.
"Please. Don't be angry at each other on my account," I said. The guys looked at each other and then shook hands. There was a knock on the door and Parvati Patil opened the door.
"Seamus? Professor McGonagall wants to see you," said the dark skinned girl. Seamus nodded. Parvati smiled and waved at me. I returned the gesture.
"I'll see you later, Keirsta. Bye Harry." He exited with Parvati. I looked at Harry and he at me. The seconds ticked by, but it seemed like hours. His eyes swept over me, finally landing on my lips.
"Are you done thinking, Harry?" I whispered. He nodded. I leaned over to him and we kissed. I wound my fingers in his messy locks. Harry started to chuckle.
"What?" I asked.
"You ran into a wall?" he asked. I blushed.
"Yes." He stopped laughing and looked at me.
"Keirsta, it hurt that you didn't tell me about your abilities, but I care for you. Please no more secrets," he said. I wrapped my arms around him.
"No more," I murmured.
*******
Several weeks passed and it was windy cold November. I was depressed. Today was Thanksgiving. I always loved the holiday. It was very important in our family. I loved turkey, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes.. I almost drooled as I thought of it. Sadly, I realized that this was England. There would be no Thanksgiving. No seeing my father, no food, no seeing my mother, no other family. I sighed. I was glad it was Saturday. I wondered down the stairs from the dormitories and saw Harry talking with Ron and Hermione.
"Keirsta, come here," called Harry. I walked over to the couch where Hermione sat.
"What's the matter?" I asked, seeing the frown on Hermione's face.
"Oh, Hermione is just upset that she can't find anything in the library she hasn't already read," said Ron. Hermione lightly smacked him
"I am not. I just can't find my notes for Potions."
"Oh Hermione. I borrowed them," said Ron, handing her a pile of parchment. The Head Girl snatched the stack and glared at Ron.
"Ron." Hermione went off about respect of people's property. Harry pulled on my hands and we departed.
"Oh, those two. They really need to get together," said Harry, as we flopped down on the stairs outside the portrait.
"Have they always been like this?" I asked. Harry nodded.
"Even the first moment they met. Hermione had come looking for Neville's toad and she ventured into our compartment. Ron had been about to do a spell his brother George had taught him and she came in and saw him about to do it. She said, "Let's see then." The spell was a dud and Hermione noticed my glasses were broken, so she fixed them. That was the first encounter and then the troll." Harry proceeded to tell me about the troll their first year.
"I wish I had been here. My school was nothing like this. Boring old classes, no exciting teachers. Dumbledore is so incredible compared to Mrs. Frumpet. She was a tall skinny witch with blond hair and pale skin. She was strict and boring as all get out. Oh, and then there was Mr. Coldburn. He was our Potions teacher. I thought he was bad, but Snape makes him look like Santa Claus." I looked at Harry.
"Tell me about American holidays, Keirsta," said Harry. I thought for a moment.
"They aren't the same as England, but not too different. We celebrate most of the same holidays, except one that I can think of. Thanksgiving," I said. Harry squinted his eyes up.
"Isn't that today?" he asked. I nodded. I noticed a slightly gleam in his eyes. What was he thinking? I wondered. He stood suddenly and grabbed my hand, squeezing it.
"Wait here," he said and disappeared into the Tower. I waited and he reappeared a moment later. He wrapped his Invisibility cloak around me. We moved silently through the castle.
"Harry where are we going?" I whispered. He didn't answer, but stopped in front of a portrait of fruit. He reached out and tickled the pear. The portrait swung open and we descended a staircase. We emerged into a huge kitchen. Many house elves were fixing food for dinner. One noticed us and bustled over.
"Harry Potter, what did Dobby do to deserve such a visit?" the house elf asked. Harry smiled.
"Remember the thing I talked to you about earlier? The basket?" he asked, eagerly. Dobby nodded and scurried off. I looked up at my boyfriend. Dobby reappeared with a large basket. Harry took it.
"Thanks Dobby. This is Kiersta Grant, my girlfriend," he said, smiling. Dobby smiled and nodded at me.
"Such an honor it is to meet the girl for Harry Potter," he said. I blushed.
"Nice meeting you too, Dobby," I said. Harry and I departed the kitchen and he led me up through the castle. We stopped at a wall. He took the cloak off and began pacing three times. I looked at him.
"Harry, love, what are you-" I started, but suddenly a door appeared and Harry smiled. He took my hand and led me into a room. It was filled with pillows and floating candles. A fire roared in a fireplace. I turned to him.
"What is this?" I asked. He smiled and sat. He began unpacking the basket. Mashed potatoes, turkey, sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce. I felt tears in my eyes. I launched myself at him. We rolled over. I kissed him soundly.
"You are such a sweetheart!" I said. We sat up and got the rest of the food out. I snuggled against him as we ate. After we finished, we sat watching the fire. I felt sleepy, but happy.
"I love you, Harry," I said. I heard him cough. I turned and looked at him. He was wiping his mouth on his napkin. He looked at me.
"What?" he croaked. I turned around fully and looked him in his emerald eyes.
"I love you, Harry James Potter." He smiled and tears were in his eyes.
" I love you too, Keirsta Moira Grant," he said. We kissed, our lips pressed together. We pulled away and he held me in his arms.
"Harry, we should be getting back," I murmured into his neck. He nodded reluctantly and picked up the cloak off the floor. He smiled.
"Since you can make yourself invisible, you won't want to come under here with me, then," he said, mischievously.
"Why would you think that? I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to get close to you," I said. We were cloaked in the shiny material and moved quickly back to Gryffindor Tower.
*Mystic Winds Breath of life Scoop him up Lest you wish me strife Set him down Let no harm come to him.
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