Harry was eating his breakfast in the Great Hall. People were talking, he was thinking about a lot of things…. Things from Dudley's computer to the brains in the Ministry of Magic.
Then suddenly he got hit in the head with something. Harry reached and got it. It was a letter. Hedwig was now in front of him probably asking for some food. So he complied and sent her back to the tower. Harry took the letter and opened it with curiosity. Nobody ever writes to him.
"I am high right now.
Meet me somewhere sometime soon.
Tristessa"
"What the fuck?" Harry tried to understand. He failed.
Then he looked across the hall at the Slytherin table. Tristessa was looking at him with a somewhat….. worried? expression. Then she mouthed "Outside. Talk" and Harry nodded.
She got up first and after a few minutes, Harry followed.
"High?"
"Umm… yeah… Blaise hot gotten some pot. Don't ask me how. He's the Man with the Resources. I just love it when he wakes me up at 5 and we all get around in the common room or maybe he'll just give me a joint if I'm too sleepy. "
Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside.
Roll another, for breakfast
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.
(Placebo- Hang on to Your IQ)
"Wizards get high?"
"Duuuuh!"
"Meet you?"
"I……. Don't remember!"
"MEET YOU?"
"ok, I was feeling friendly towards all humans in general. Side- effect. Never play with marijuana, kids. Smoke it"
Harry laughed.
"Anyway, Potter…. If you….oh, fuck it…. I'm going, we have Potions. Ah, two splendid hours of Potter-torture. What more can a girl want?"
"Marijuana?"
"Touché! But anyway, the offer still… stands…. If you….. would…….like……. or something….."
"Really? I mean. Why me?"
"Well, I wanna improve my knowledge about Muggles. They can be fascinating creatures, you know"
"Again. Why me?"
"Well, let's see: A Hufflepuff? I'd rather be tortured by the Spanish Inquisition. A Ravenclaw? Those people run from Slytherin like mice from cats. What have we left? Gryffindor! Ok, now, we need a Gryffindor who knows Muggles. We'd have a lot you say. But what other Gryffindor would punch Draco in the Hogwarts Express while Crabbe and Goyle were around. That narrowed the list to one. Congratulations, sir! We have a winner! Can't beat logic and argumentation "
"Apparently. Where?"
"Fourth floor. You'll see a painting of a young wizard in a blue cloak. Door to the left."
"Ok. When?"
"ummm…. 1:30?"
"Ok"
"Oh, and Potter, normally, I have a life. These days I just have too much spare time"
"If you say so. See you"
"Bye"
One baby to another says -
I'm lucky to have met you
I don't care what you think
Unless it is about me
(Nirvana- Drain you)
Potions was ok. Snape didn't pick on Harry at all and Neville's potion was almost good. Snape seemed far away. His mind was wondering off and he really didn't care that much about the potion he made the students prepare. That was a sign. Harry couldn't really decipher what it meant, but normally Snape was as careful with students as a leopard with its pray. He couldn't wait for one of them to make a mistake so he could start his monologue on how useless and clumsy people that are not in Slytherin are.
The whole day was calm. Nothing eventful. Just a boring day at school.
Dinner time in the Great Hall.
Playing chess in the common room.
Going to bed.
Getting out through the portrait hole with his Invisibility Cloak on.
"Hi."
"Hello, Potter"
"Waited long?"
"Nope, just got here"
"Ok, umm…. Good. Now, go ahead."
"With what?!"
"Questions."
"Oh… umm…. Huh?"
"About Muggles. That's why we're here, right?"
"oh, for fuck's sake Potter, do you come from the Moon? This is not an interrogation. Just….I dunno….. talking."
"Well, we could have done that any other time, not needing to meet in the dead of the night in an abandoned classroom and praying Filch doesn't come in."
"No, actually we couldn't. I don't wanna be seen with a Gryffindor and you don't wanna be seen with a Slytherin."
"umm… yeah.. damn!"
"So, let's… talk."
"Ok…. I still don't understand why, but whatever….So…How do you know about the Smashing Pumpkins? Slytherins usually have no clue about Muggle…. things. "
"Well, me and my dad live in Muggle London. For about three years. When my mum died, he decided to go there. I don't know why. At first I though about suicide but then I came to realize that Muggles aren't as horrible as I thought. They have some pretty good stuff like rock music, computers and…. mayonnaise!"
Harry laughed. That was a thing that he often did when with her.
"Why Tristessa? It's so.. pretentious. Why couldn't it be something simple?"
"I don't know. I just didn't like my name… Christina Ekans…bleh…. so… normal. Why couldn't I have a pretty wizard name? You know something… weird? Ok, back to Tristessa…. Umm…. It's a girl name. It's a good song."
"How did your mom die?"
"wow… that was…. Unexpected. 10 points for the surprise-effect, Potter."
"Sorry…. It was a stupid question…"
"No, it's ok. The truth is that I don't know. My dad wouldn't tell me. All I know is that it's wasn't by Avada Kedavra… cause… there was a lot of blood.. in the room where they found her. "
"Where were you when that happened?"
"And it goes on……At my grandmother's. Can we change the subject?"
"Yeah, sorry… I shouldn't be asking you those things"
"Nah, it's ok. I just don't like to talk about it. Umm…. Why are we standing?"
"Don't know"
And they sat down by the wall. Harry took his school robe off and laid it on the floor but since there wasn't enough room for too on, Tristessa took her off too. He was wearing an old pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt and she was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with a big A in a circle on it.
"What does that mean?"
"Honestly, Potter, where have you been living, in a cave? It stands for Anarchy. I was in a punk mood today."
"Oh."
Fly like a plane, drive like a car, hold out your hand
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy Your twentieth century toy
(Placebo- 20 Century Boy)
And they kept on talking till 5 in the morning. About everything from the Dursleys and Dumbledore to punk and 'Hogwarts: A History'
"It's a really good book. You should read it."
"Hermione keeps telling me that for the past 6 years."
"Sometimes it's good to listen to her."
Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
(Placebo- Ask For Answers)
***
"What's wrong to Harry? He doesn't hang out or ever talk to us like before"
"I Don't know, Hermione. Maybe we should give him some more time…. Oi! Good morning, Harry? Wow. You look like you haven't been sleeping tonight."
Harry mumbled something and sat down next to them and started eating.
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A/N: Have a heart and drop a review. It would make a writing- retard happy.
~ Self- review: Action moving too fast. Poor dialogue.
Then suddenly he got hit in the head with something. Harry reached and got it. It was a letter. Hedwig was now in front of him probably asking for some food. So he complied and sent her back to the tower. Harry took the letter and opened it with curiosity. Nobody ever writes to him.
"I am high right now.
Meet me somewhere sometime soon.
Tristessa"
"What the fuck?" Harry tried to understand. He failed.
Then he looked across the hall at the Slytherin table. Tristessa was looking at him with a somewhat….. worried? expression. Then she mouthed "Outside. Talk" and Harry nodded.
She got up first and after a few minutes, Harry followed.
"High?"
"Umm… yeah… Blaise hot gotten some pot. Don't ask me how. He's the Man with the Resources. I just love it when he wakes me up at 5 and we all get around in the common room or maybe he'll just give me a joint if I'm too sleepy. "
Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside.
Roll another, for breakfast
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.
(Placebo- Hang on to Your IQ)
"Wizards get high?"
"Duuuuh!"
"Meet you?"
"I……. Don't remember!"
"MEET YOU?"
"ok, I was feeling friendly towards all humans in general. Side- effect. Never play with marijuana, kids. Smoke it"
Harry laughed.
"Anyway, Potter…. If you….oh, fuck it…. I'm going, we have Potions. Ah, two splendid hours of Potter-torture. What more can a girl want?"
"Marijuana?"
"Touché! But anyway, the offer still… stands…. If you….. would…….like……. or something….."
"Really? I mean. Why me?"
"Well, I wanna improve my knowledge about Muggles. They can be fascinating creatures, you know"
"Again. Why me?"
"Well, let's see: A Hufflepuff? I'd rather be tortured by the Spanish Inquisition. A Ravenclaw? Those people run from Slytherin like mice from cats. What have we left? Gryffindor! Ok, now, we need a Gryffindor who knows Muggles. We'd have a lot you say. But what other Gryffindor would punch Draco in the Hogwarts Express while Crabbe and Goyle were around. That narrowed the list to one. Congratulations, sir! We have a winner! Can't beat logic and argumentation "
"Apparently. Where?"
"Fourth floor. You'll see a painting of a young wizard in a blue cloak. Door to the left."
"Ok. When?"
"ummm…. 1:30?"
"Ok"
"Oh, and Potter, normally, I have a life. These days I just have too much spare time"
"If you say so. See you"
"Bye"
One baby to another says -
I'm lucky to have met you
I don't care what you think
Unless it is about me
(Nirvana- Drain you)
Potions was ok. Snape didn't pick on Harry at all and Neville's potion was almost good. Snape seemed far away. His mind was wondering off and he really didn't care that much about the potion he made the students prepare. That was a sign. Harry couldn't really decipher what it meant, but normally Snape was as careful with students as a leopard with its pray. He couldn't wait for one of them to make a mistake so he could start his monologue on how useless and clumsy people that are not in Slytherin are.
The whole day was calm. Nothing eventful. Just a boring day at school.
Dinner time in the Great Hall.
Playing chess in the common room.
Going to bed.
Getting out through the portrait hole with his Invisibility Cloak on.
"Hi."
"Hello, Potter"
"Waited long?"
"Nope, just got here"
"Ok, umm…. Good. Now, go ahead."
"With what?!"
"Questions."
"Oh… umm…. Huh?"
"About Muggles. That's why we're here, right?"
"oh, for fuck's sake Potter, do you come from the Moon? This is not an interrogation. Just….I dunno….. talking."
"Well, we could have done that any other time, not needing to meet in the dead of the night in an abandoned classroom and praying Filch doesn't come in."
"No, actually we couldn't. I don't wanna be seen with a Gryffindor and you don't wanna be seen with a Slytherin."
"umm… yeah.. damn!"
"So, let's… talk."
"Ok…. I still don't understand why, but whatever….So…How do you know about the Smashing Pumpkins? Slytherins usually have no clue about Muggle…. things. "
"Well, me and my dad live in Muggle London. For about three years. When my mum died, he decided to go there. I don't know why. At first I though about suicide but then I came to realize that Muggles aren't as horrible as I thought. They have some pretty good stuff like rock music, computers and…. mayonnaise!"
Harry laughed. That was a thing that he often did when with her.
"Why Tristessa? It's so.. pretentious. Why couldn't it be something simple?"
"I don't know. I just didn't like my name… Christina Ekans…bleh…. so… normal. Why couldn't I have a pretty wizard name? You know something… weird? Ok, back to Tristessa…. Umm…. It's a girl name. It's a good song."
"How did your mom die?"
"wow… that was…. Unexpected. 10 points for the surprise-effect, Potter."
"Sorry…. It was a stupid question…"
"No, it's ok. The truth is that I don't know. My dad wouldn't tell me. All I know is that it's wasn't by Avada Kedavra… cause… there was a lot of blood.. in the room where they found her. "
"Where were you when that happened?"
"And it goes on……At my grandmother's. Can we change the subject?"
"Yeah, sorry… I shouldn't be asking you those things"
"Nah, it's ok. I just don't like to talk about it. Umm…. Why are we standing?"
"Don't know"
And they sat down by the wall. Harry took his school robe off and laid it on the floor but since there wasn't enough room for too on, Tristessa took her off too. He was wearing an old pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt and she was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with a big A in a circle on it.
"What does that mean?"
"Honestly, Potter, where have you been living, in a cave? It stands for Anarchy. I was in a punk mood today."
"Oh."
Fly like a plane, drive like a car, hold out your hand
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy Your twentieth century toy
(Placebo- 20 Century Boy)
And they kept on talking till 5 in the morning. About everything from the Dursleys and Dumbledore to punk and 'Hogwarts: A History'
"It's a really good book. You should read it."
"Hermione keeps telling me that for the past 6 years."
"Sometimes it's good to listen to her."
Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
(Placebo- Ask For Answers)
***
"What's wrong to Harry? He doesn't hang out or ever talk to us like before"
"I Don't know, Hermione. Maybe we should give him some more time…. Oi! Good morning, Harry? Wow. You look like you haven't been sleeping tonight."
Harry mumbled something and sat down next to them and started eating.
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A/N: Have a heart and drop a review. It would make a writing- retard happy.
~ Self- review: Action moving too fast. Poor dialogue.