I remembered the countless times that Drake had cornered me. When we first started talking, I told him every route home that I had ever taken. I couldn't help it. He was the mysterious new guy that everyone knew nothing about. Then he picked me. I could never hide from him because he always seemed to know where I was. Just the memory of it was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"Melody? Are you ok?" asked Hermione, concern written all over her face.
"Huh? Oh! Yes, sorry, I must have fallen into a daydream. Did you ask me a question?" I replied, trying to cover up the nearly fallen tear.
"I said, what's the matter with your eyes?"
"My eyes?"
"Yes, they turned...sort of....between blue and violet," she attempted. "It was kind of weird. Do you remember your parents telling you that you were any special type of witch?"
I pulled a thoughtful look that I had received from my Drama Class back home. Then I answered, "Not that I can remember. Why?"
"Just wondering. Look! Here comes Harry and Ron!" she exclaimed. Sure enough, there was Harry and Ron, brooms thrown over their shoulder. They were carrying a chest in between the two of them as they staggered to the middle of field. "Oh no! I forgot about bewitching the Quaffle for Ron!" she cried once more, rushing down the stands. My thoughts began to wonder back to Hermione's question about my eye color. What had she meant? I never got the chance to answer. My thoughts were interrupted by Harry's voice.
"Ever flown before?" he asked. Was it just me, or were his nerves playing the part of controlling his voice? It made me blush to think that he would be nervous because of me. He was hovering in the air on his seemingly new "Firebolt XP" that Hermione had explained.
"Only on an airplane," i replied as he lowered himself gracefully onto the stands beside me. "Never on a....er.....broom."
"Would you care to try?" he had a mischievous smile playing across his handsome face. His eyes were shining so brilliantly against the sun.
"But I....well...I uh...don't know how."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you," he held out his hand, which I took in return. He mounted his broom first, then motioned for me to sit behind him.
"What, both of us?" I exclaimed, disbelieving. "Will it hold that much weight?"
"O'course it will, now come on." I sat side-saddle behind him. Feeling slightly awkward, i put my arms around his waist. We rose gently into the air, taking in every moment. It wasn't long before we were at least 100 ft. in the air.
"Wow," I whispered more to myself. "This is so beautiful." He turned without difficulty to sit as I did.
"Yes," he answered. "You are." A look of uncertainty became more clear on him as he began to lean into me. As if on cue, I followed his lead until we were nearly one inch apart. Then, all of a sudden, something shot right past us, taking me completly by surprise. I closed my eyes, leaned to far back on the broom to avoid the collision, and fell through the air. My screams echoed in my head as the ground rushed towards me. I anticipated the pain, then wished, briefly yet desperately, that I could fly.
I promptly came to a halt in mid-air. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see what had happened, then I gasped. The world around me seemed to have grown ten times it's size! "What on earth--?" I shrieked as I took in the magnificent view of the world. I became aware of a fluttering noise very near. I looked behind me to see a pair of sparkling wings with a tint of pink on top fading into white with what seemed to be glitter falling from them with every beat.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something fly by with incredible speed. I realized it was Harry and that he was screaming at the ground that he was now only 20 ft from.. "Did you see where she fell?! I didn't see her! Damn it! This is all my fault! Damn it!"
"It's not your fault Harry!" I looked down to see Hermione yelling back to Harry.
"Yeah," exclamied Ron. "It was Malfoy! That stupid prat! He set one of the bludgers lose and bewitched them to fly at you! I'll bloody murder him!" They were both searching the field for me.
"Hey! Harry! Ron! Hermione! Here I am!" I screamed, throwing my arms in the air and waving them madly. "I'm right here!" They made no sign of hearing me. Carefully leaning forward, the flying became almost natural. It was as if I had always flown.
I stopped right in front of Hermione's face and hovered. "Hermione! Im here here!" I shouted.
"Me--Melody? Harry! Ron! She's here! She's--why didn't you tell us your a Metamorphmagus?" she inquired with an astonished look on her face.
"I'm a what? What's that?" I asked as Ron ran to us.
"Where? Where is she?" his eyes grew wide as he spotted me. "Lookout Hermione! It's a Pixie! I'll get it!" He raised the beating bat at me.
"No!" shrieked Hermione, grabbing my tiny figure. "It's Melody! See?" She held me up to his face. I smiled awkwardly.
"Er...hi Ron."
"What the bloody--Harry! Come quick!" I looked up to see Harry darting across the field.
"What is it Ron? Did you find her?" He demanded as he landed. When he saw that Hermione's hands were still held in front of Ron's face holding me, he stared. "Hermione, why are you holding a pixie in front of Ron's face?"
"It's Melody, mate," Ron answered.
"She's a Metamorphmagus, Harry! Like Tonks, remember?" chimed Hermione. Harry slowly came forward. His eyes stared unbelievingly as he took in the site of me.
"Melody?" he barely whispered. I tried to smile, knowing that a boy like Harry would want nothing to do with a freak witch like me. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"Because I didn't know either," I began to fidget with my hands.
"Come on," said Hermione taking charge. "We'll take her to Dumbledore." Her grip losened around my body and I flew beside them as they ran to the castle.
A/N: For those of you who review my story, please keep in mind that this is MY STORY. I'll try to correct my grammer mistakes, but please don't try to change my character's personality or try to write my story for me. Once again, it's MINE. Some people like it. (which makes me very happy and proud:-D) Yanno, you don't have to read my story if you don't want to. There are plenty of Harry Potter fanfics out there, so bugger off. When I say "Please R&R," it means that I would appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, tips that I can USE. THANKS!
"Melody? Are you ok?" asked Hermione, concern written all over her face.
"Huh? Oh! Yes, sorry, I must have fallen into a daydream. Did you ask me a question?" I replied, trying to cover up the nearly fallen tear.
"I said, what's the matter with your eyes?"
"My eyes?"
"Yes, they turned...sort of....between blue and violet," she attempted. "It was kind of weird. Do you remember your parents telling you that you were any special type of witch?"
I pulled a thoughtful look that I had received from my Drama Class back home. Then I answered, "Not that I can remember. Why?"
"Just wondering. Look! Here comes Harry and Ron!" she exclaimed. Sure enough, there was Harry and Ron, brooms thrown over their shoulder. They were carrying a chest in between the two of them as they staggered to the middle of field. "Oh no! I forgot about bewitching the Quaffle for Ron!" she cried once more, rushing down the stands. My thoughts began to wonder back to Hermione's question about my eye color. What had she meant? I never got the chance to answer. My thoughts were interrupted by Harry's voice.
"Ever flown before?" he asked. Was it just me, or were his nerves playing the part of controlling his voice? It made me blush to think that he would be nervous because of me. He was hovering in the air on his seemingly new "Firebolt XP" that Hermione had explained.
"Only on an airplane," i replied as he lowered himself gracefully onto the stands beside me. "Never on a....er.....broom."
"Would you care to try?" he had a mischievous smile playing across his handsome face. His eyes were shining so brilliantly against the sun.
"But I....well...I uh...don't know how."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you," he held out his hand, which I took in return. He mounted his broom first, then motioned for me to sit behind him.
"What, both of us?" I exclaimed, disbelieving. "Will it hold that much weight?"
"O'course it will, now come on." I sat side-saddle behind him. Feeling slightly awkward, i put my arms around his waist. We rose gently into the air, taking in every moment. It wasn't long before we were at least 100 ft. in the air.
"Wow," I whispered more to myself. "This is so beautiful." He turned without difficulty to sit as I did.
"Yes," he answered. "You are." A look of uncertainty became more clear on him as he began to lean into me. As if on cue, I followed his lead until we were nearly one inch apart. Then, all of a sudden, something shot right past us, taking me completly by surprise. I closed my eyes, leaned to far back on the broom to avoid the collision, and fell through the air. My screams echoed in my head as the ground rushed towards me. I anticipated the pain, then wished, briefly yet desperately, that I could fly.
I promptly came to a halt in mid-air. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see what had happened, then I gasped. The world around me seemed to have grown ten times it's size! "What on earth--?" I shrieked as I took in the magnificent view of the world. I became aware of a fluttering noise very near. I looked behind me to see a pair of sparkling wings with a tint of pink on top fading into white with what seemed to be glitter falling from them with every beat.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something fly by with incredible speed. I realized it was Harry and that he was screaming at the ground that he was now only 20 ft from.. "Did you see where she fell?! I didn't see her! Damn it! This is all my fault! Damn it!"
"It's not your fault Harry!" I looked down to see Hermione yelling back to Harry.
"Yeah," exclamied Ron. "It was Malfoy! That stupid prat! He set one of the bludgers lose and bewitched them to fly at you! I'll bloody murder him!" They were both searching the field for me.
"Hey! Harry! Ron! Hermione! Here I am!" I screamed, throwing my arms in the air and waving them madly. "I'm right here!" They made no sign of hearing me. Carefully leaning forward, the flying became almost natural. It was as if I had always flown.
I stopped right in front of Hermione's face and hovered. "Hermione! Im here here!" I shouted.
"Me--Melody? Harry! Ron! She's here! She's--why didn't you tell us your a Metamorphmagus?" she inquired with an astonished look on her face.
"I'm a what? What's that?" I asked as Ron ran to us.
"Where? Where is she?" his eyes grew wide as he spotted me. "Lookout Hermione! It's a Pixie! I'll get it!" He raised the beating bat at me.
"No!" shrieked Hermione, grabbing my tiny figure. "It's Melody! See?" She held me up to his face. I smiled awkwardly.
"Er...hi Ron."
"What the bloody--Harry! Come quick!" I looked up to see Harry darting across the field.
"What is it Ron? Did you find her?" He demanded as he landed. When he saw that Hermione's hands were still held in front of Ron's face holding me, he stared. "Hermione, why are you holding a pixie in front of Ron's face?"
"It's Melody, mate," Ron answered.
"She's a Metamorphmagus, Harry! Like Tonks, remember?" chimed Hermione. Harry slowly came forward. His eyes stared unbelievingly as he took in the site of me.
"Melody?" he barely whispered. I tried to smile, knowing that a boy like Harry would want nothing to do with a freak witch like me. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"Because I didn't know either," I began to fidget with my hands.
"Come on," said Hermione taking charge. "We'll take her to Dumbledore." Her grip losened around my body and I flew beside them as they ran to the castle.
A/N: For those of you who review my story, please keep in mind that this is MY STORY. I'll try to correct my grammer mistakes, but please don't try to change my character's personality or try to write my story for me. Once again, it's MINE. Some people like it. (which makes me very happy and proud:-D) Yanno, you don't have to read my story if you don't want to. There are plenty of Harry Potter fanfics out there, so bugger off. When I say "Please R&R," it means that I would appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, tips that I can USE. THANKS!