A Conversation and an Overheard Conversation
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(A/N: Thanks for reading, people! You'll find out what her deal is eventually, I promise. I also promise it's not plain old Mary Sue, Harry's secret cousin or Mary Sue, heir of SLytherin/Gryffindor, or anything.
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She never went back to sleep that night, staying awake, though difficult, kept her from being there. She never wanted to be there again, but it was like it was a part of her that wouldn't let go. She could still hear the screaming pounding in her ears every time she tried to sleep. The resounding boom filled her head, leaving no room for any logical thought whatsoever, and sleep was out of the question, even when it was a wanted guest. But then, when she lost all hope, she thought of Harry. How silly he looked with his hair smashed under the blanket, how green his eyes were. They were his mother's eyes. The funny way his hair covered his forehead. Everything about him was incomprehensibly wonderful. It made her giddy to even think about him. He and she were so much alike, a sad past that they can't change and had nothing to do with, and way of coping with them…by not coping at all. Ignoring the problem, because they could do nothing to fix it.
Before the other girls had awoken, though she had gotten very little sleep, Verlieren dressed, prepared, and quickly went down to breakfast. Spying around the room, hardly a soul was in sight, save 3 hufflepuffs and a handful of Ravenclaws. Sitting down to eat, she looked at her schedule.
1st period: Care Of Magical Creatures
Rubeus Hagris
Location: The front lawn
2nd period: Potions
Severus Snape
Location: The dungeons
3rd period: Divination
TBA
Location: Room 567 OR North Tower
4th period: Transfiguration
Minerva McGonnagal
Location: Room 451
LUNCH
"Pretty good morning for the first day…" she thought to herself. But she could hardly keep her mind on her studies at all, her brain had settled on the subject of Harry, and was very stubborn about it all. The night before filled her mind, as she sat in the almost entirely empty dining hall sipping her raspberry tea and doling out entirely too much sugar without thinking. Every sound was Harry, everyone who slowly filled the hall was Harry, and she was certain that that was Harry's reflection in her coffee, or the scrupulously cleaned and waxed floor. It was like an addiction, though she was almost entirely sure that there was no Harry Potter Addicts Anonymous. It felt like love, she thought, but how could it be? One fabulous evening and one beautiful kiss could not render such a feeling of overpowering love, but what else could it be? Everything around her made her think of him, and she constantly checked the doorway to see if his lean shadow darkened the polished stone floor. At half past 7, he, Ron and Hermoine slowly trod down the stairs to the hall. Having entered the room, Harry took a brief glance around the room, and their eyes locked. Verlieren and Harry looked intently at each other for quite a while, until Harry grinned sheepishly at her and looked fixedly at his own brown shoes. She grinned at him, but turned back to her tea at the Gryffindor table, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd come to sit with her. Instead, Harry sat within what was barely speaking distance, embarrassed, she assumed, to sit next to her with his friends looking on, and perhaps worrying about a flood of questions. But the fantasy that Harry might have been having didn't last long, for Ron, looking down the table at all the other Gryffindors, spied Verlieren a few places down. She listened in as Ron began to question Harry.
"So, I never got around to asking you, what happened with you and that girl last night? Var…um…Var…Varluin?" Ron asked with a smirk.
"Verlieren," Harry corrected, "We just kind of hung out and um…talked about things…" He shuffled his feet, perhaps he often did that when he was trying to conceal something.
"Right Harry, out till three in the morning with a pretty girl and you just talked about things? I wasn't born yesterday Harry. I suppose you want me to believe that you were discussing books and literature, were you?
"What's wrong with that?" Hermoine interjected indignantly.
"Nothing if you're a relationship challenged git with a million IQ," Ron replied slyly as Hermoine rolled her eyes, "What did you do REALLY? I saw how late you came back in. I think it might just be a record."
"Really…it was no big deal." Harry said, avoiding eye contact with his interrogator.
"You kissed her, didn't you?" Ron said with a half grin.
"Ron!" Hermoine scolded.
"Umm…. well… sort of…" Harry replied with a nervous smile, "But she kissed me first."
"2 points for Harry Potter!" Ron yelled altogether a little too loudly, making movements like he was shooting the quaffle through one of the rings, and made it twice, "How was it? What was she like?"
"Fine, I guess…"
"Fine I guess? That's quite a descriptive answer, thanks for sharing."
"Ok…" Harry said lowering his voice to a whisper, "it was great."
"Well aren't you going to ask her out then?"
"I dunno, I hadn't really thought of that."
"You hadn't really thought of that? Ph, you are rather clueless aren't you? Well, if you kiss a girl, that makes it a date, and that date makes her someone who might in the future be your girlfriend. She'll be expecting it."
"Are girls always this confusing?" Harry sighed.
"'Fraid so mate." Ron replied knowingly.
"Ugh…" Harry's head hit the table with a loud thump, "but how do you know about girls? You haven't had a date in your life."
"Hey! I had that date with Padma Patil to the Yule Ball!"
"Yeah, because Parvati set you up!"
"Hey! I've had plenty of girls, sort of… and you forget, I have a mom, a dad, 5 brothers and a sister, you'd think I'd have some girl knowledge to show for it."
"I guess."
"You don't guess, you know!"
"You boys are being ridiculous!" Hermoine interjected, "I wouldn't expect to be asked out just because I spent a few hours with a guy and kissed him after a few too many butter beers!"
"Yeah? And when has that ever happened?" Ron retorted.
"How about with Victor Krum!" Hermoine shouted, and then blushed profusely as Ron scowled.
"You're not still corresponding with that git, are you?"
"So what if I am?" she yelled.
"Well, maybe I have a problem with you dating a git!"
"He is NOT a git, and I'm not dating him! I just talk to him…and visit occasionally."
"Oh! This is rich, you just like him because he's famous, don't you Hermoine?"
"You know that's not true! You're just jealous! That's right, JEALOUS!"
"That's ridiculous! I'm not jealous of you OR Krum! You're being stupid!" But Verlieren got the feeling that he was lying. She thought Ron did like Hermoine, and that he was just jealous of Krum. She looked at Harry, slumped in his chair gazing blankly at the back wall as his friends argued about Hermoine's love life. Again. She wanted nothing more than to go over and touch him on the shoulder and make everything better, but she couldn't do it.
Watching him sit in silence for what seemed like hours, she slowly rose to say hello. Just as she had taken a step in his direction, the woman with her hair in a tight bun that she had come to know as Professor McGonnagal ran up to her.
"Ms. Albrecht, there you are. I've been told to inform you that you that we're going to have to move you into Ravenclaw, because the student whose place you took was a Ravenclaw, and there's only room enough for you in Ravenclaw house." She said quickly and with little feeling. Verlieren's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"What? But…but… I've just got settled! And…and all my friends are in Gryffindor!" she stuttered.
"I'm sorry, I can see why you wouldn't want to leave Gryffindor," she stiffened up in a prideful way, "but there's nothing I can do. You can move your things after school or during lunch if you like. After school, we'll take the necessary measures."
"What necessary measures?" Verlieren asked, daunted.
"Oh, we'll have to switch your robes and your Gryffindor things. We'll also be giving you a new schedule, those were your classes with the Gryffindors."
"I would have been with all the Gryffindors?
"Yes, the Gryffindors and another house." McGonnagal replied, someone perturbed by the stream of questions, but trying her best to understand.
"Oh…ok. Well, what do I do for today?"
"You can take your classes with the Gryffindors, but we'll have a schedule drawn out for you by this afternoon."
"Oh, thanks." But she couldn't have been any less thankful if she tried. She wouldn't be with Harry anymore; she'd be with the house she'd so narrowly escaped. She didn't know anyone in Ravenclaw, but what could she do? She'd just have to keep breathing.
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(A/N: Thanks for reading, people! You'll find out what her deal is eventually, I promise. I also promise it's not plain old Mary Sue, Harry's secret cousin or Mary Sue, heir of SLytherin/Gryffindor, or anything.
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She never went back to sleep that night, staying awake, though difficult, kept her from being there. She never wanted to be there again, but it was like it was a part of her that wouldn't let go. She could still hear the screaming pounding in her ears every time she tried to sleep. The resounding boom filled her head, leaving no room for any logical thought whatsoever, and sleep was out of the question, even when it was a wanted guest. But then, when she lost all hope, she thought of Harry. How silly he looked with his hair smashed under the blanket, how green his eyes were. They were his mother's eyes. The funny way his hair covered his forehead. Everything about him was incomprehensibly wonderful. It made her giddy to even think about him. He and she were so much alike, a sad past that they can't change and had nothing to do with, and way of coping with them…by not coping at all. Ignoring the problem, because they could do nothing to fix it.
Before the other girls had awoken, though she had gotten very little sleep, Verlieren dressed, prepared, and quickly went down to breakfast. Spying around the room, hardly a soul was in sight, save 3 hufflepuffs and a handful of Ravenclaws. Sitting down to eat, she looked at her schedule.
1st period: Care Of Magical Creatures
Rubeus Hagris
Location: The front lawn
2nd period: Potions
Severus Snape
Location: The dungeons
3rd period: Divination
TBA
Location: Room 567 OR North Tower
4th period: Transfiguration
Minerva McGonnagal
Location: Room 451
LUNCH
"Pretty good morning for the first day…" she thought to herself. But she could hardly keep her mind on her studies at all, her brain had settled on the subject of Harry, and was very stubborn about it all. The night before filled her mind, as she sat in the almost entirely empty dining hall sipping her raspberry tea and doling out entirely too much sugar without thinking. Every sound was Harry, everyone who slowly filled the hall was Harry, and she was certain that that was Harry's reflection in her coffee, or the scrupulously cleaned and waxed floor. It was like an addiction, though she was almost entirely sure that there was no Harry Potter Addicts Anonymous. It felt like love, she thought, but how could it be? One fabulous evening and one beautiful kiss could not render such a feeling of overpowering love, but what else could it be? Everything around her made her think of him, and she constantly checked the doorway to see if his lean shadow darkened the polished stone floor. At half past 7, he, Ron and Hermoine slowly trod down the stairs to the hall. Having entered the room, Harry took a brief glance around the room, and their eyes locked. Verlieren and Harry looked intently at each other for quite a while, until Harry grinned sheepishly at her and looked fixedly at his own brown shoes. She grinned at him, but turned back to her tea at the Gryffindor table, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd come to sit with her. Instead, Harry sat within what was barely speaking distance, embarrassed, she assumed, to sit next to her with his friends looking on, and perhaps worrying about a flood of questions. But the fantasy that Harry might have been having didn't last long, for Ron, looking down the table at all the other Gryffindors, spied Verlieren a few places down. She listened in as Ron began to question Harry.
"So, I never got around to asking you, what happened with you and that girl last night? Var…um…Var…Varluin?" Ron asked with a smirk.
"Verlieren," Harry corrected, "We just kind of hung out and um…talked about things…" He shuffled his feet, perhaps he often did that when he was trying to conceal something.
"Right Harry, out till three in the morning with a pretty girl and you just talked about things? I wasn't born yesterday Harry. I suppose you want me to believe that you were discussing books and literature, were you?
"What's wrong with that?" Hermoine interjected indignantly.
"Nothing if you're a relationship challenged git with a million IQ," Ron replied slyly as Hermoine rolled her eyes, "What did you do REALLY? I saw how late you came back in. I think it might just be a record."
"Really…it was no big deal." Harry said, avoiding eye contact with his interrogator.
"You kissed her, didn't you?" Ron said with a half grin.
"Ron!" Hermoine scolded.
"Umm…. well… sort of…" Harry replied with a nervous smile, "But she kissed me first."
"2 points for Harry Potter!" Ron yelled altogether a little too loudly, making movements like he was shooting the quaffle through one of the rings, and made it twice, "How was it? What was she like?"
"Fine, I guess…"
"Fine I guess? That's quite a descriptive answer, thanks for sharing."
"Ok…" Harry said lowering his voice to a whisper, "it was great."
"Well aren't you going to ask her out then?"
"I dunno, I hadn't really thought of that."
"You hadn't really thought of that? Ph, you are rather clueless aren't you? Well, if you kiss a girl, that makes it a date, and that date makes her someone who might in the future be your girlfriend. She'll be expecting it."
"Are girls always this confusing?" Harry sighed.
"'Fraid so mate." Ron replied knowingly.
"Ugh…" Harry's head hit the table with a loud thump, "but how do you know about girls? You haven't had a date in your life."
"Hey! I had that date with Padma Patil to the Yule Ball!"
"Yeah, because Parvati set you up!"
"Hey! I've had plenty of girls, sort of… and you forget, I have a mom, a dad, 5 brothers and a sister, you'd think I'd have some girl knowledge to show for it."
"I guess."
"You don't guess, you know!"
"You boys are being ridiculous!" Hermoine interjected, "I wouldn't expect to be asked out just because I spent a few hours with a guy and kissed him after a few too many butter beers!"
"Yeah? And when has that ever happened?" Ron retorted.
"How about with Victor Krum!" Hermoine shouted, and then blushed profusely as Ron scowled.
"You're not still corresponding with that git, are you?"
"So what if I am?" she yelled.
"Well, maybe I have a problem with you dating a git!"
"He is NOT a git, and I'm not dating him! I just talk to him…and visit occasionally."
"Oh! This is rich, you just like him because he's famous, don't you Hermoine?"
"You know that's not true! You're just jealous! That's right, JEALOUS!"
"That's ridiculous! I'm not jealous of you OR Krum! You're being stupid!" But Verlieren got the feeling that he was lying. She thought Ron did like Hermoine, and that he was just jealous of Krum. She looked at Harry, slumped in his chair gazing blankly at the back wall as his friends argued about Hermoine's love life. Again. She wanted nothing more than to go over and touch him on the shoulder and make everything better, but she couldn't do it.
Watching him sit in silence for what seemed like hours, she slowly rose to say hello. Just as she had taken a step in his direction, the woman with her hair in a tight bun that she had come to know as Professor McGonnagal ran up to her.
"Ms. Albrecht, there you are. I've been told to inform you that you that we're going to have to move you into Ravenclaw, because the student whose place you took was a Ravenclaw, and there's only room enough for you in Ravenclaw house." She said quickly and with little feeling. Verlieren's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"What? But…but… I've just got settled! And…and all my friends are in Gryffindor!" she stuttered.
"I'm sorry, I can see why you wouldn't want to leave Gryffindor," she stiffened up in a prideful way, "but there's nothing I can do. You can move your things after school or during lunch if you like. After school, we'll take the necessary measures."
"What necessary measures?" Verlieren asked, daunted.
"Oh, we'll have to switch your robes and your Gryffindor things. We'll also be giving you a new schedule, those were your classes with the Gryffindors."
"I would have been with all the Gryffindors?
"Yes, the Gryffindors and another house." McGonnagal replied, someone perturbed by the stream of questions, but trying her best to understand.
"Oh…ok. Well, what do I do for today?"
"You can take your classes with the Gryffindors, but we'll have a schedule drawn out for you by this afternoon."
"Oh, thanks." But she couldn't have been any less thankful if she tried. She wouldn't be with Harry anymore; she'd be with the house she'd so narrowly escaped. She didn't know anyone in Ravenclaw, but what could she do? She'd just have to keep breathing.