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Butterbeer: Good for the soul
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(A/N: No I don't condone underage drinking, that's not what it means)
As the sorting ended with, "Zacherby, Albert….Hufflepuff!" and the dinner began, Verlieren sat shy in her chair, eating a dinner of kidney pies, butter beer, pumpkin juice and great bowls of scalloped potatoes.
Harry, noticing her sitting next to him for the first time, said, "Oh, hi. So you're in Gryffindor, I guess?"
"Yes, I am. The hat had a little trouble but it finally decide it thought that would be the best for me to be in Gryffindor." She replied, leaving out that, had she not pleaded to be in Gryffindor, she would most likely be in Ravenclaw now, sipping her butter beer around perfect strangers.
"That's cool. Will you be going out for the quidditch team?" Harry asked, as Hermoine rolled her eyes muttering, "sports, sports, sports, that's all you boys care about isn't it," more to Ron and herself than to Harry. Verlieren hadn't thought of that, she had never really played much Quidditch, just watched it from time to time.
"I don't know, maybe. Oh, I almost tried out for it last year at Zauberi, but I decided not to, after all, I have no experience," she replied, reaching for another butter beer.
"What were you going to go out for?" Harry asked, sounding very interested.
"Seeker. I have, what you might call a knack for catching things." She took another swig of the butter beer after finishing.
"Really? I'm the seeker for Gryffindor, or, well, I was until UMBRIDGE," Harry and Ron made the most awful face they could muster, "Kicked me off, and now Ginny, Ron's sister, is seeker, but she's going to try out for chaser, so my spot will be back now, won't it. And Ron, he's the keeper."
"Really, I've never been much of a sports fan, but I did go to the world cup 2 years ago, I was rather disappointed that the Bulgarian team didn't win. Truthfully, they have not won since 1865, but they will go all the way this year, just you wait."
"I don't know, the Wales Wasps are doing awfully well this year, I think that they might get in."
"Ph! Have you seen their stats? Not a chance." Verlieren reached for what must have been her 4th or 5th butter beer, she had lost track.
The two talked for what seemed like hours as the hall cleared out around them, just the two of them talking together. It was past two in the morning, and Ron and Hermoine had gone up to bed long ago, leaving the two to talk without them. As they sat together, Verlieren, colored by 7 or 8 butter beers, opened up to Harry as they laughed and chatted animatedly. Verlieren had never been so loquacious in her life, and her she was, shooting the breeze with someone who, not only had she just met, but was attracted too. Sitting close, Verlieren and Harry leaned on each other to keep from falling asleep.
"So what's your favorite color?" Verlieren asked Harry, swinging her legs out in front of her with her hand resting gently on Harry's.
"Hmm…" he contemplated, but only for a moment, "I'd have to say green."
"Like your eyes." Verlieren responded, wistfully.
"My eyes?"
"Yeah, your eyes."
"What about them?"
"Well they're green, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I guess…." He trailed off into a half whisper, "They're like my mum's."
"Is she pretty?" Verlieren said, imagining her own mother in her head, she had seen her only hours ago, but the picture seemed difficult.
"I dunno," He replied uncomfortably, "I think so, I've seen pictures of her, but I've never met her, not since I was a baby."
"Really? Why not? Do you live with your dad or something?"
"No…She died. And so did my dad. Voldemort…he…killed them when I was a baby." He started to look like his eyes were swelling just a little; she had obviously touched on a sensitive subject without realizing it. "He tried to kill me too…. but it didn't work, it backfired onto him."
"OH! THAT'S who you are, you're Harry Potter, the baby who killed the dark lord. I'm sorry about your parents. I know how you feel…sort of." she said, dropping off. She really had no desire to stretch the subject.
"Yah, so…you glad you came to Hogwarts?" Harry asked after the uncomfortable silence had passed.
"I am now." She replied with a meaningful glance in Harry's direction. He smiled shyly at her. Suddenly, they heard the sound of footsteps from down the hall and the light of a lamp reflected in the stone floor.
"That's Filch, if he catches us, we're dead. Quick, under my invisibility cloak!" Harry said, taking charge like it was an instinct in a half whisper. He grabbed the cloak quickly out of his book bag, which Verlieren found particularly strange. She lifted the cloak over herself and Harry crawled under it. As soon as they'd covered themselves, the sneering Filch turned the corner into the seemingly empty hall, and muttered softly but angrily, "Lousy Poltergeist…can't believe Dumbledore still keeps him around, breaking every rule on the list, he is." When Filch left, the two immediately made for the Gryffindor common room, running quickly up the stairs, which shifted direction at least three times before deciding on the floor that lead to the common room.
At last the two set foot at the portrait of a large sleeping woman, who snored loudly in her frame, while they were still covered by the invisibility cloak. The two stood there in silence for quite a while, as if deciding whether or not to wake her up. A cold gust filled the room, and Verlieren began to shiver. Drawing her closer under the cloak, he protected her from the chill.
Pulling the cloak from their heads, the two decided to gently wake the fat lady by tapping her frame.
"Yes, yes, and why are you two up so late? It's 3 o' clock in the morning! If you'd been caught, do you know what would have happened? There'd be hell to pay, that's what! Why, I never in all my years…"
"Facta non verba!" Harry interrupted.
"Very well," she said, rolling her eyes. The portrait swung open revealing the Gryffindor common room. As Harry walked her to the entrance to the girl's dormitory, he put his arm on her shoulder.
"Well, Goodnight." He whispered.
"Goodnight." She cooed. Looking intently into his eyes, she drew her face closer to his, as he lowered his head. Putting her arms around his neck, she gently drew his head in, and kissed him. As she raised her head back, he pulled it back in, and kissed her gently. Holding her around the waist, Harry and Verlieren stood on the steps to the girl's dormitory silently, sharing the crackle of the fire.
Hearing someone stirring in the other room, Verlieren said, "I think I had better go. Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight, Verlieren." I'll see you tomorrow.
"Yes you will. See you then."
"Night." He said, as she turned her head and tiptoed softly up the stairs. Finding all the beds in the dormitory occupied, she laid to rest on a couch with a great fur blanket next to the fireplace, as the fire popped and roasted the cedar. Tonight was the best night she could ever remember having, at least in a long time. Laying her head down, she fell almost immediately to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day, but with Harry, it seemed almost effortlessly bearable.
A flash of bright light, someone was screaming. She couldn't hear what they were saying. She had to get there before it was too late. What's wrong? She heard the screams again. "Help!" She was close enough to hear it now. Help! Someone! Come quickly! It's Burke…"
"NO!" shouted Verlieren as she awoke with in a cold sweat on the floor of the girls dormitory. The other girls stirred at the loud shout.
"What in blazes is going on!" said a rather pretty girl with blonde collarbone sweeping hair, twisted and tangled from a long night's sleep. Another girl picked up her pillow and put it over her head, which was bedecked with brilliant dark brown hair. Hermoine's bushy head lifted from her pillow, as she too looked to see what the commotion was.
"Oh, it's just you Verlieren. What's wrong?" asked Hermoine in a genuinely sensitive tone.
"Oh, Nothing. Just a bad dream is all. Sorry to wake you, I didn't mean to or anything. I've just had a nightmare." She responded pulling her own hair back into a ponytail, and resettling herself on the couch.
"Well, if you're sure you're ok over there." Hermoine said gently, lowering her head slightly.
"I'm sure. Go back to bed." Said Verlieren. It had only been a dream after all. Well, sort of.
"Ok, goodnight." Hermoine slowly laid her head back onto the pillow, and went back to sleep immediately. Verlieren, however, could not sleep, and she knew it wasn't just the butterbeers. She didn't want to dream. She couldn't keep herself from dreaming about it. Reliving it step by step. It haunted her. Chasing her, why wouldn't it let her put her life behind her? Move on? But every night like clockwork, it was there, haunting her dreams. She couldn't forget, not as long as it couldn't forget her. It was raining, it seemed like it was always raining in England, especially when something frightening was on the rise...
Butterbeer: Good for the soul
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(A/N: No I don't condone underage drinking, that's not what it means)
As the sorting ended with, "Zacherby, Albert….Hufflepuff!" and the dinner began, Verlieren sat shy in her chair, eating a dinner of kidney pies, butter beer, pumpkin juice and great bowls of scalloped potatoes.
Harry, noticing her sitting next to him for the first time, said, "Oh, hi. So you're in Gryffindor, I guess?"
"Yes, I am. The hat had a little trouble but it finally decide it thought that would be the best for me to be in Gryffindor." She replied, leaving out that, had she not pleaded to be in Gryffindor, she would most likely be in Ravenclaw now, sipping her butter beer around perfect strangers.
"That's cool. Will you be going out for the quidditch team?" Harry asked, as Hermoine rolled her eyes muttering, "sports, sports, sports, that's all you boys care about isn't it," more to Ron and herself than to Harry. Verlieren hadn't thought of that, she had never really played much Quidditch, just watched it from time to time.
"I don't know, maybe. Oh, I almost tried out for it last year at Zauberi, but I decided not to, after all, I have no experience," she replied, reaching for another butter beer.
"What were you going to go out for?" Harry asked, sounding very interested.
"Seeker. I have, what you might call a knack for catching things." She took another swig of the butter beer after finishing.
"Really? I'm the seeker for Gryffindor, or, well, I was until UMBRIDGE," Harry and Ron made the most awful face they could muster, "Kicked me off, and now Ginny, Ron's sister, is seeker, but she's going to try out for chaser, so my spot will be back now, won't it. And Ron, he's the keeper."
"Really, I've never been much of a sports fan, but I did go to the world cup 2 years ago, I was rather disappointed that the Bulgarian team didn't win. Truthfully, they have not won since 1865, but they will go all the way this year, just you wait."
"I don't know, the Wales Wasps are doing awfully well this year, I think that they might get in."
"Ph! Have you seen their stats? Not a chance." Verlieren reached for what must have been her 4th or 5th butter beer, she had lost track.
The two talked for what seemed like hours as the hall cleared out around them, just the two of them talking together. It was past two in the morning, and Ron and Hermoine had gone up to bed long ago, leaving the two to talk without them. As they sat together, Verlieren, colored by 7 or 8 butter beers, opened up to Harry as they laughed and chatted animatedly. Verlieren had never been so loquacious in her life, and her she was, shooting the breeze with someone who, not only had she just met, but was attracted too. Sitting close, Verlieren and Harry leaned on each other to keep from falling asleep.
"So what's your favorite color?" Verlieren asked Harry, swinging her legs out in front of her with her hand resting gently on Harry's.
"Hmm…" he contemplated, but only for a moment, "I'd have to say green."
"Like your eyes." Verlieren responded, wistfully.
"My eyes?"
"Yeah, your eyes."
"What about them?"
"Well they're green, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I guess…." He trailed off into a half whisper, "They're like my mum's."
"Is she pretty?" Verlieren said, imagining her own mother in her head, she had seen her only hours ago, but the picture seemed difficult.
"I dunno," He replied uncomfortably, "I think so, I've seen pictures of her, but I've never met her, not since I was a baby."
"Really? Why not? Do you live with your dad or something?"
"No…She died. And so did my dad. Voldemort…he…killed them when I was a baby." He started to look like his eyes were swelling just a little; she had obviously touched on a sensitive subject without realizing it. "He tried to kill me too…. but it didn't work, it backfired onto him."
"OH! THAT'S who you are, you're Harry Potter, the baby who killed the dark lord. I'm sorry about your parents. I know how you feel…sort of." she said, dropping off. She really had no desire to stretch the subject.
"Yah, so…you glad you came to Hogwarts?" Harry asked after the uncomfortable silence had passed.
"I am now." She replied with a meaningful glance in Harry's direction. He smiled shyly at her. Suddenly, they heard the sound of footsteps from down the hall and the light of a lamp reflected in the stone floor.
"That's Filch, if he catches us, we're dead. Quick, under my invisibility cloak!" Harry said, taking charge like it was an instinct in a half whisper. He grabbed the cloak quickly out of his book bag, which Verlieren found particularly strange. She lifted the cloak over herself and Harry crawled under it. As soon as they'd covered themselves, the sneering Filch turned the corner into the seemingly empty hall, and muttered softly but angrily, "Lousy Poltergeist…can't believe Dumbledore still keeps him around, breaking every rule on the list, he is." When Filch left, the two immediately made for the Gryffindor common room, running quickly up the stairs, which shifted direction at least three times before deciding on the floor that lead to the common room.
At last the two set foot at the portrait of a large sleeping woman, who snored loudly in her frame, while they were still covered by the invisibility cloak. The two stood there in silence for quite a while, as if deciding whether or not to wake her up. A cold gust filled the room, and Verlieren began to shiver. Drawing her closer under the cloak, he protected her from the chill.
Pulling the cloak from their heads, the two decided to gently wake the fat lady by tapping her frame.
"Yes, yes, and why are you two up so late? It's 3 o' clock in the morning! If you'd been caught, do you know what would have happened? There'd be hell to pay, that's what! Why, I never in all my years…"
"Facta non verba!" Harry interrupted.
"Very well," she said, rolling her eyes. The portrait swung open revealing the Gryffindor common room. As Harry walked her to the entrance to the girl's dormitory, he put his arm on her shoulder.
"Well, Goodnight." He whispered.
"Goodnight." She cooed. Looking intently into his eyes, she drew her face closer to his, as he lowered his head. Putting her arms around his neck, she gently drew his head in, and kissed him. As she raised her head back, he pulled it back in, and kissed her gently. Holding her around the waist, Harry and Verlieren stood on the steps to the girl's dormitory silently, sharing the crackle of the fire.
Hearing someone stirring in the other room, Verlieren said, "I think I had better go. Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight, Verlieren." I'll see you tomorrow.
"Yes you will. See you then."
"Night." He said, as she turned her head and tiptoed softly up the stairs. Finding all the beds in the dormitory occupied, she laid to rest on a couch with a great fur blanket next to the fireplace, as the fire popped and roasted the cedar. Tonight was the best night she could ever remember having, at least in a long time. Laying her head down, she fell almost immediately to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day, but with Harry, it seemed almost effortlessly bearable.
A flash of bright light, someone was screaming. She couldn't hear what they were saying. She had to get there before it was too late. What's wrong? She heard the screams again. "Help!" She was close enough to hear it now. Help! Someone! Come quickly! It's Burke…"
"NO!" shouted Verlieren as she awoke with in a cold sweat on the floor of the girls dormitory. The other girls stirred at the loud shout.
"What in blazes is going on!" said a rather pretty girl with blonde collarbone sweeping hair, twisted and tangled from a long night's sleep. Another girl picked up her pillow and put it over her head, which was bedecked with brilliant dark brown hair. Hermoine's bushy head lifted from her pillow, as she too looked to see what the commotion was.
"Oh, it's just you Verlieren. What's wrong?" asked Hermoine in a genuinely sensitive tone.
"Oh, Nothing. Just a bad dream is all. Sorry to wake you, I didn't mean to or anything. I've just had a nightmare." She responded pulling her own hair back into a ponytail, and resettling herself on the couch.
"Well, if you're sure you're ok over there." Hermoine said gently, lowering her head slightly.
"I'm sure. Go back to bed." Said Verlieren. It had only been a dream after all. Well, sort of.
"Ok, goodnight." Hermoine slowly laid her head back onto the pillow, and went back to sleep immediately. Verlieren, however, could not sleep, and she knew it wasn't just the butterbeers. She didn't want to dream. She couldn't keep herself from dreaming about it. Reliving it step by step. It haunted her. Chasing her, why wouldn't it let her put her life behind her? Move on? But every night like clockwork, it was there, haunting her dreams. She couldn't forget, not as long as it couldn't forget her. It was raining, it seemed like it was always raining in England, especially when something frightening was on the rise...