Chapter 23
In March the cold weather finally broke and by the end of the month the snow was totally gone from the ground replaced by constant rain.
Harry was able to keep to his Qudditch schedule. After one particularly wet practice, Professor McGonagall stopped him from retuning to Gryffindor tower with the others.
Once out of ear shot she told him, "Potter, the Headmaster would like to see you in his office."
"Right, Professor. I'll go as soon as I change." Harry said.
"I got the impression you were wanted immediately." she insisted.
"Or I'll go immediately." Harry said. "Do what's this is about, Professor?"
She looked around to make sure no one could hear. "I believe it is about Daisy Dumbledore."
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Harry entered Professor Dumbledore's office. The old wizard was sitting at his desk looking very tired.
"Good afternoon, sir." Harry said.
"Ah, Harry! Good afternoon. Come in my boy, sit."
Harry took the chair across from the Headmaster. Dumbledore seemed to be looking very intently at him.
"Harry," he began, "how are you doing? Are you still having trouble sleeping?"
"Actually no, sir." Harry said. "I've been sleeping fine since the funeral. I think we're all just waiting to see what Voldemort will do next. But I haven't had so much as a twinge in my scar since I last came to you."
"Has Daisy said anything?"
"You mean has she Seen anything? I wouldn't know. No one would. We haven't been able to get her to say more than three words at a time."
Dumbledore frowned. "She has seemed rather listless of late."
"I'd say completely depressed, sir. When she first came she was a bit withdrawn but she would at least smile. Sir, I don't think she's smiled all month."
"How did you get her to come out of her shell last time?" the Headmaster asked.
"It was Hermione, sir. She was determined to get Daisy to join in. I think Hermione really wanted a girl to hang out with. And Daisy is, well, Daisy. She's tried again, but hasn't been able to get her to cheer up at all. Ron and Fred and George have tried to get her laugh and she hasn't so much as smiled. Ginny, Neville, and I have just been staying close to her, hoping she'll come back to herself."
"But you don't know if she's Seen anything?"
Now Harry frowned. "I think if she Saw any disasters she'd warn us. But no I don't know for sure. You could always ask her yourself."
"I don't think that would be wise." Dumbledore smiled sadly at Harry. "Thank you for your time Harry."
Taking his cue to leave, Harry rose and made for the door. But before he left Harry turned to Dumbledore and said, "It may be wiser than you think sir. Your approval means a lot to her. She's always been upset she can't regain your trust."
"It's not a matter of trust, Harry." The headmaster shook his head as if to empathize this. "I've only ever tried to protect her. When I'm near a dementor, I see her, still on that hospital bed, dead to the world. It's always hardest with those we love the most. Why do you think I won't let Allen out of my sight when he works with us?"
"I think you might want to tell her that, sir," Harry said.
"Thank you, Harry. I'll consider that."
"Goodbye, sir."
"Goodbye, Harry."
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Harry came down to he Gryffindor Common Room after a quick shower and change. He quickly found Daisy sitting in a corner by her self, her face covered by a large book. He could only tell it was her by her legs. She wasn't wearing socks or shoes and her denim shorts showed off her legs. She had great legs.
After realizing this was a bad train of thought, Harry went about his plan. He quickly found Ginny sitting with a few other fourth years studying their
potions notes.
"Hi ya, Harry!"
"Hey Colin," Harry said dismissively. "Hey, Gin, want to do me a favor?" Harry gave her a great big smile.
"Am I going to regret this?" she asked smiling back.
"I want you to help me with Daisy," He said plainly.
That got her attention. "What do you mean 'help you with Daisy?'" Ginny frowned at him.
"When was the last time you saw her with her tarot cards?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure," Ginny said frowning again.
"She did a reading for me the Wednesday before Valentine's," Terry said looking up from his work. "That was what? A month and a half ago?"
"Sounds about right," Harry said. "Gin, you need to talk her into doing a reading for you."
"And why can't you do it?" Ginny asked.
"Because I don't think she'd do it for me. Come on. We need to do something to get her to talk again . She wouldn't refuse if you asked." When she still didn't answer Harry said, "I could just ask Ron or Hermione, but I think you'd be better."
"Oh all right," Ginny said getting up and walking over to Daisy with Harry. The other six fourth with her followed.
"Daisy. Oh Daisy!" Ginny said in a singsong voice.
Daisy's head peaked over her book. Ginny flopped on the footstool by her feet.
"Daze my love, dearest friend, and great Seer, would do me the honor of a tarot reading?" Ginny asked sweetly.
Daisy put her head back in her book by way of response. Ginny pulled it away.
"Oh, come on! You haven't done a reading in ages! Or played your guitar for that matter. I mean you play that violin but it's always so depressing, and..."
Harry was motioning for Ginny to stop. Daisy saw him.
"You're not going to leave me alone are you?" she asked. When Ginny nodded no Daisy sighed. "All right."
Daisy went up stairs mumbling about people interrupting a good book.
"You've read "Hamlet" before and it's depressing as hell. Everyone dies!" Ginny called after her.
"What's up?" Ron asked coming over, Hermione and Neville on his heels.
"Daisy's doing a tarot reading for Ginny," Harry said.
Word quickly spread around the Common room that the resident Seer was about to do a reading. A table was set up in the middle of the room and people began to take place where they could watch.
Daisy came back with her cards, a piece of parchment with quill and ink (it wrote in multicolor) and a stone bowl. She looked around the room and then sat at the table putting the cards in front of her the quill and parchment in the middle of the table and the bowl to the right of them. She pointed her wand at the parchment and mutter a spell no one could her (or understand). Then she quickly lit a blue fire in the stone bowl. Harry was reminded of Hermione's bluebell flames. She motioned for Ginny to sit and then said, "Nox grand lumos!" All the lights went out except the blue flame in the bowl, which was now big enough to light the entire table. Ginny looked pale. Daisy looked otherworldly, with her unseen eyes behind her pink glasses.
"Are you ready, Virginia?" Daisy said. Ginny nodded.
Daisy ripped a strip off the parchment. She handed it and the quill to Ginny. "I've enchanted the parchment so only you and I can read it." Daisy scowled around the room, then picked up the cards and began to shuffle them. "Write your question."
'Will Harry and I stay friends?'
Daisy read it. "Shuffle," she commanded putting the cards in front of Ginny. When Ginny was done and put the cards on the table, Daisy put the question in the fire. With a flash a blue she began to deal.
'The High Priestess. Platonic.' Daisy wrote. Ginny smile and tossed the new scrap in the fire.
'Your glad, then?' Daisy wrote again. 'You're over Harry?'
'I think so,' Ginny answered.
Daisy crumpled the paper and put it angrily in the fire. 'Yes or No! Firm words for fate, Gin. You must be sure.'
Ginny frowned when she read the parchment, and then looked at Harry.
'Yes!' came her reply.
Daisy smiled at Ginny. There really was no one like her.
'Good for you!'
Ginny got her to smile. Harry could sing. He smiled himself in the near dark. Hermione and Ron looked relieved as well.
"Okay." Daisy said. "Lumos."
The lights came back on.
"Is that enough or am I suppose to sing and dance too!" Daisy said.
The crowd dispersed but she looking right at Harry. He grabbed the parchment and quill.
'Just seeing you smile was enough. Though we miss your incessant singing too.'
He handed her the parchment and then walked out the porthole before she could respond. He didn't see her through that parchment into the fire too.
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Harry sat on top of the Astronomy Tower. Then he saw eight perfectly manicured fingers curl over the edge of the roof. Then a head of long brown hair with pink sunglasses came over. Daisy hauled herself up onto the roof.
"So that's how you get up here without a broom?" Harry asked.
She nodded. "Good old fashioned elbow grease."
"It's very Muggle," Harry said.
"Maybe it is, but it suits me just fine," she said sitting next to him. "Thanks, by the way."
"What ever for?" he asked.
She nudged him. "I know what you did. You put Ginny up to that."
"You feel better now?" he asked.
"No."
"Why don't you play anymore?" Harry asked.
"I do. I play my violin almost everyday."
"You play the worlds most depressing music on that thing. Don't get me wrong, it's beautiful, but bloody irritating at this point."
He pulled out from his pocket a shrunken guitar, her guitar. "You didn't even notice when Hermione took it for me two weeks ago."
"Thieves!" Daisy said taking it back and returning it to its rightful size.
"Don't take unless you're going to play."
Daisy sighed. "Any requests?"
Harry smiled at her. "Surprise me."
Daisy let her fingers guide her. Suddenly she realized what she was playing and had to smile.
"Well? Don't just sit there, sing!" Harry commanded.
"Regagoo-Regagoo, Harry."
"Sing!"
She waited for the right cord and then began...
"High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds, there sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly. Wonderboy! What is the secret of your power?"
"Happy?" Daisy asked after she had finished the song.
"The question is are you?" Harry answered.
She shrugged. "No. I'm numb. I don't think I can feel anything anymore."
"Course you can, don't be daft. It's just a defense mechanism. If you felt anything right now it would just be too strong. Give it a little more time and you'll be wild again, Flower."
"'To be or not to be? Weather 'tis noble in the mind to suffer the sings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end the?'"
"No more 'Hamlet' for you! Better yet more Shakespeare at all. You'll only find another tragedy to quote," Harry said with a smile.
Daisy shook her head. "But that question is relevant, isn't it?"
"'Once more into the breach dear friends, once more,'" Harry said quietly.
Daisy nodded. "'Once more,'" she agreed. "Speaking of, ready to give me a lift back down?"
"Do you promise to stop pouting?"
"Do you promise to get your hair cut again? I wouldn't mind a color charm either. I miss the blue."
"So color your own hair!" he answered back.
She ruffled his raven colored locks. "I could teach you a spell to keep it from growing."
"Beauty spells are one thing you've got on Hermione," Harry said with a smile. "But you never answered my question."
Daisy sighed. "I promise not to pout, but I can't promise I'll be happy."
"Did I ask you to?" he smiled.
"You know it was so much cuter before you knew how charming you are. You're completely ruined now," she said standing.
"Yes but you still adore me don't you?" he said with his most charming smile.
"Get on the broom, Potter," Daisy said in an exasperated tone, hiding her own slight smile.
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When they reentered the Common Room, Daisy was spotted with her guitar.
"Daze, you have to play!" Fred said.
"Why?" came the sullen response.
"Because you're good," George said seriously.
"Daisy, George was being completely serious! How can you turn that down?" Ginny said now.
"Haven't I entertained enough today?" she said, a little lighter.
"If you ever really want to do this for real, you'll have to learn to play no matter what. The show must go on," Hermione said.
"The voice of reason speaks!" Ron proclaimed and Daisy smiled.
"She smiles!" George said. "We get music." And he plopped in and arm chair.
"I hate you all. You know that right?" Daisy said.
"As long as you play," Fred said pulling Angelina into a chair with him. "We'll live," she finished for her boyfriend.
"Freaky," George said as he looked at them and moved his own girlfriend, a pretty sixth year named Star West, into the chair with him. "Only because you didn't do it," Star said, and kissed him quickly.
"Daze, please," Ron implored, "before the four of them start putting on a show."
Daisy smiled out right now. She let go a few funky riffs before she began to sing her favorite No Doubt song.
"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes. I'm exposed and it's no big surprise. Don't you think I know exactly where I stand? 'Cause I'm just a girl..."
This was followed by one of her all time favorite songs.
"If you could only read my mind you would know that things between us ain't right!
I know your arms are open wide, but your a little on the straight said.
I can't lie. You one vice is your too nice, come around, now can you see?
I want you all tattooed, I want you bad. Completely mistreat me. I want you to be bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
If you could only read my mind you would know that I've been waiting so long. Someone almost just like you but with attitude I'm waiting, so come on!
Get out of close time. Pull out those highlights. Can't you see?
I want you in a vinyl suit, I want you bad. Complicated, x-rated, I want you bad. I mean it, I want you bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Don't get me wrong I know your only being good. But that's what's what. I guess I just misunderstood.
I want you all tattooed, I want you bad. Complicated, x-rated, I want you bad. I mean it, I mean it. I want you to be bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Bad, really, really bad.
"I love that song!" Daisy said finishing with a flourish. "But singing makes me hungry, and it's time for diner."
"So let's go," Ron said.
"You go ahead. I'll meet you down stairs. I want to put this away," she said lifting her instrument.
"Are you sure?" Neville asked.
"Get out!" she answered with a smile.
She went up to the dorm and came back down to find a deserted Common Room, except for the single person waiting for her by the door.
"I can find the Great Hall on my own, Wonderboy," she said.
"I know," Harry answered. "I just wanted to keep you company."
"Mmm-hmm, sure!" she said climbing out the porthole.
"Well," Harry admitting catching up with her. "I also wanted to tell you something without the others around."
"Yes?"
"Talk to your uncle. The Headmaster is worried about you."
Daisy didn't say anything for a moment. "Is that what prompted this?" she finally asked.
Harry nodded. "He called me to his office after Quidditch practice. And since that is the only time you've been bearable this month, I didn't really mind leaving."
"Thanks!" she said in an offended tone.
"Well, it's true."
"I'll talk to him," Daisy said with a sigh. "But I make no promises."
"Good let's go eat!" said a smiling Harry.
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In March the cold weather finally broke and by the end of the month the snow was totally gone from the ground replaced by constant rain.
Harry was able to keep to his Qudditch schedule. After one particularly wet practice, Professor McGonagall stopped him from retuning to Gryffindor tower with the others.
Once out of ear shot she told him, "Potter, the Headmaster would like to see you in his office."
"Right, Professor. I'll go as soon as I change." Harry said.
"I got the impression you were wanted immediately." she insisted.
"Or I'll go immediately." Harry said. "Do what's this is about, Professor?"
She looked around to make sure no one could hear. "I believe it is about Daisy Dumbledore."
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Harry entered Professor Dumbledore's office. The old wizard was sitting at his desk looking very tired.
"Good afternoon, sir." Harry said.
"Ah, Harry! Good afternoon. Come in my boy, sit."
Harry took the chair across from the Headmaster. Dumbledore seemed to be looking very intently at him.
"Harry," he began, "how are you doing? Are you still having trouble sleeping?"
"Actually no, sir." Harry said. "I've been sleeping fine since the funeral. I think we're all just waiting to see what Voldemort will do next. But I haven't had so much as a twinge in my scar since I last came to you."
"Has Daisy said anything?"
"You mean has she Seen anything? I wouldn't know. No one would. We haven't been able to get her to say more than three words at a time."
Dumbledore frowned. "She has seemed rather listless of late."
"I'd say completely depressed, sir. When she first came she was a bit withdrawn but she would at least smile. Sir, I don't think she's smiled all month."
"How did you get her to come out of her shell last time?" the Headmaster asked.
"It was Hermione, sir. She was determined to get Daisy to join in. I think Hermione really wanted a girl to hang out with. And Daisy is, well, Daisy. She's tried again, but hasn't been able to get her to cheer up at all. Ron and Fred and George have tried to get her laugh and she hasn't so much as smiled. Ginny, Neville, and I have just been staying close to her, hoping she'll come back to herself."
"But you don't know if she's Seen anything?"
Now Harry frowned. "I think if she Saw any disasters she'd warn us. But no I don't know for sure. You could always ask her yourself."
"I don't think that would be wise." Dumbledore smiled sadly at Harry. "Thank you for your time Harry."
Taking his cue to leave, Harry rose and made for the door. But before he left Harry turned to Dumbledore and said, "It may be wiser than you think sir. Your approval means a lot to her. She's always been upset she can't regain your trust."
"It's not a matter of trust, Harry." The headmaster shook his head as if to empathize this. "I've only ever tried to protect her. When I'm near a dementor, I see her, still on that hospital bed, dead to the world. It's always hardest with those we love the most. Why do you think I won't let Allen out of my sight when he works with us?"
"I think you might want to tell her that, sir," Harry said.
"Thank you, Harry. I'll consider that."
"Goodbye, sir."
"Goodbye, Harry."
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Harry came down to he Gryffindor Common Room after a quick shower and change. He quickly found Daisy sitting in a corner by her self, her face covered by a large book. He could only tell it was her by her legs. She wasn't wearing socks or shoes and her denim shorts showed off her legs. She had great legs.
After realizing this was a bad train of thought, Harry went about his plan. He quickly found Ginny sitting with a few other fourth years studying their
potions notes.
"Hi ya, Harry!"
"Hey Colin," Harry said dismissively. "Hey, Gin, want to do me a favor?" Harry gave her a great big smile.
"Am I going to regret this?" she asked smiling back.
"I want you to help me with Daisy," He said plainly.
That got her attention. "What do you mean 'help you with Daisy?'" Ginny frowned at him.
"When was the last time you saw her with her tarot cards?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure," Ginny said frowning again.
"She did a reading for me the Wednesday before Valentine's," Terry said looking up from his work. "That was what? A month and a half ago?"
"Sounds about right," Harry said. "Gin, you need to talk her into doing a reading for you."
"And why can't you do it?" Ginny asked.
"Because I don't think she'd do it for me. Come on. We need to do something to get her to talk again . She wouldn't refuse if you asked." When she still didn't answer Harry said, "I could just ask Ron or Hermione, but I think you'd be better."
"Oh all right," Ginny said getting up and walking over to Daisy with Harry. The other six fourth with her followed.
"Daisy. Oh Daisy!" Ginny said in a singsong voice.
Daisy's head peaked over her book. Ginny flopped on the footstool by her feet.
"Daze my love, dearest friend, and great Seer, would do me the honor of a tarot reading?" Ginny asked sweetly.
Daisy put her head back in her book by way of response. Ginny pulled it away.
"Oh, come on! You haven't done a reading in ages! Or played your guitar for that matter. I mean you play that violin but it's always so depressing, and..."
Harry was motioning for Ginny to stop. Daisy saw him.
"You're not going to leave me alone are you?" she asked. When Ginny nodded no Daisy sighed. "All right."
Daisy went up stairs mumbling about people interrupting a good book.
"You've read "Hamlet" before and it's depressing as hell. Everyone dies!" Ginny called after her.
"What's up?" Ron asked coming over, Hermione and Neville on his heels.
"Daisy's doing a tarot reading for Ginny," Harry said.
Word quickly spread around the Common room that the resident Seer was about to do a reading. A table was set up in the middle of the room and people began to take place where they could watch.
Daisy came back with her cards, a piece of parchment with quill and ink (it wrote in multicolor) and a stone bowl. She looked around the room and then sat at the table putting the cards in front of her the quill and parchment in the middle of the table and the bowl to the right of them. She pointed her wand at the parchment and mutter a spell no one could her (or understand). Then she quickly lit a blue fire in the stone bowl. Harry was reminded of Hermione's bluebell flames. She motioned for Ginny to sit and then said, "Nox grand lumos!" All the lights went out except the blue flame in the bowl, which was now big enough to light the entire table. Ginny looked pale. Daisy looked otherworldly, with her unseen eyes behind her pink glasses.
"Are you ready, Virginia?" Daisy said. Ginny nodded.
Daisy ripped a strip off the parchment. She handed it and the quill to Ginny. "I've enchanted the parchment so only you and I can read it." Daisy scowled around the room, then picked up the cards and began to shuffle them. "Write your question."
'Will Harry and I stay friends?'
Daisy read it. "Shuffle," she commanded putting the cards in front of Ginny. When Ginny was done and put the cards on the table, Daisy put the question in the fire. With a flash a blue she began to deal.
'The High Priestess. Platonic.' Daisy wrote. Ginny smile and tossed the new scrap in the fire.
'Your glad, then?' Daisy wrote again. 'You're over Harry?'
'I think so,' Ginny answered.
Daisy crumpled the paper and put it angrily in the fire. 'Yes or No! Firm words for fate, Gin. You must be sure.'
Ginny frowned when she read the parchment, and then looked at Harry.
'Yes!' came her reply.
Daisy smiled at Ginny. There really was no one like her.
'Good for you!'
Ginny got her to smile. Harry could sing. He smiled himself in the near dark. Hermione and Ron looked relieved as well.
"Okay." Daisy said. "Lumos."
The lights came back on.
"Is that enough or am I suppose to sing and dance too!" Daisy said.
The crowd dispersed but she looking right at Harry. He grabbed the parchment and quill.
'Just seeing you smile was enough. Though we miss your incessant singing too.'
He handed her the parchment and then walked out the porthole before she could respond. He didn't see her through that parchment into the fire too.
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Harry sat on top of the Astronomy Tower. Then he saw eight perfectly manicured fingers curl over the edge of the roof. Then a head of long brown hair with pink sunglasses came over. Daisy hauled herself up onto the roof.
"So that's how you get up here without a broom?" Harry asked.
She nodded. "Good old fashioned elbow grease."
"It's very Muggle," Harry said.
"Maybe it is, but it suits me just fine," she said sitting next to him. "Thanks, by the way."
"What ever for?" he asked.
She nudged him. "I know what you did. You put Ginny up to that."
"You feel better now?" he asked.
"No."
"Why don't you play anymore?" Harry asked.
"I do. I play my violin almost everyday."
"You play the worlds most depressing music on that thing. Don't get me wrong, it's beautiful, but bloody irritating at this point."
He pulled out from his pocket a shrunken guitar, her guitar. "You didn't even notice when Hermione took it for me two weeks ago."
"Thieves!" Daisy said taking it back and returning it to its rightful size.
"Don't take unless you're going to play."
Daisy sighed. "Any requests?"
Harry smiled at her. "Surprise me."
Daisy let her fingers guide her. Suddenly she realized what she was playing and had to smile.
"Well? Don't just sit there, sing!" Harry commanded.
"Regagoo-Regagoo, Harry."
"Sing!"
She waited for the right cord and then began...
"High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds, there sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly. Wonderboy! What is the secret of your power?"
"Happy?" Daisy asked after she had finished the song.
"The question is are you?" Harry answered.
She shrugged. "No. I'm numb. I don't think I can feel anything anymore."
"Course you can, don't be daft. It's just a defense mechanism. If you felt anything right now it would just be too strong. Give it a little more time and you'll be wild again, Flower."
"'To be or not to be? Weather 'tis noble in the mind to suffer the sings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end the?'"
"No more 'Hamlet' for you! Better yet more Shakespeare at all. You'll only find another tragedy to quote," Harry said with a smile.
Daisy shook her head. "But that question is relevant, isn't it?"
"'Once more into the breach dear friends, once more,'" Harry said quietly.
Daisy nodded. "'Once more,'" she agreed. "Speaking of, ready to give me a lift back down?"
"Do you promise to stop pouting?"
"Do you promise to get your hair cut again? I wouldn't mind a color charm either. I miss the blue."
"So color your own hair!" he answered back.
She ruffled his raven colored locks. "I could teach you a spell to keep it from growing."
"Beauty spells are one thing you've got on Hermione," Harry said with a smile. "But you never answered my question."
Daisy sighed. "I promise not to pout, but I can't promise I'll be happy."
"Did I ask you to?" he smiled.
"You know it was so much cuter before you knew how charming you are. You're completely ruined now," she said standing.
"Yes but you still adore me don't you?" he said with his most charming smile.
"Get on the broom, Potter," Daisy said in an exasperated tone, hiding her own slight smile.
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When they reentered the Common Room, Daisy was spotted with her guitar.
"Daze, you have to play!" Fred said.
"Why?" came the sullen response.
"Because you're good," George said seriously.
"Daisy, George was being completely serious! How can you turn that down?" Ginny said now.
"Haven't I entertained enough today?" she said, a little lighter.
"If you ever really want to do this for real, you'll have to learn to play no matter what. The show must go on," Hermione said.
"The voice of reason speaks!" Ron proclaimed and Daisy smiled.
"She smiles!" George said. "We get music." And he plopped in and arm chair.
"I hate you all. You know that right?" Daisy said.
"As long as you play," Fred said pulling Angelina into a chair with him. "We'll live," she finished for her boyfriend.
"Freaky," George said as he looked at them and moved his own girlfriend, a pretty sixth year named Star West, into the chair with him. "Only because you didn't do it," Star said, and kissed him quickly.
"Daze, please," Ron implored, "before the four of them start putting on a show."
Daisy smiled out right now. She let go a few funky riffs before she began to sing her favorite No Doubt song.
"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes. I'm exposed and it's no big surprise. Don't you think I know exactly where I stand? 'Cause I'm just a girl..."
This was followed by one of her all time favorite songs.
"If you could only read my mind you would know that things between us ain't right!
I know your arms are open wide, but your a little on the straight said.
I can't lie. You one vice is your too nice, come around, now can you see?
I want you all tattooed, I want you bad. Completely mistreat me. I want you to be bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
If you could only read my mind you would know that I've been waiting so long. Someone almost just like you but with attitude I'm waiting, so come on!
Get out of close time. Pull out those highlights. Can't you see?
I want you in a vinyl suit, I want you bad. Complicated, x-rated, I want you bad. I mean it, I want you bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Don't get me wrong I know your only being good. But that's what's what. I guess I just misunderstood.
I want you all tattooed, I want you bad. Complicated, x-rated, I want you bad. I mean it, I mean it. I want you to be bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Bad, really, really bad.
"I love that song!" Daisy said finishing with a flourish. "But singing makes me hungry, and it's time for diner."
"So let's go," Ron said.
"You go ahead. I'll meet you down stairs. I want to put this away," she said lifting her instrument.
"Are you sure?" Neville asked.
"Get out!" she answered with a smile.
She went up to the dorm and came back down to find a deserted Common Room, except for the single person waiting for her by the door.
"I can find the Great Hall on my own, Wonderboy," she said.
"I know," Harry answered. "I just wanted to keep you company."
"Mmm-hmm, sure!" she said climbing out the porthole.
"Well," Harry admitting catching up with her. "I also wanted to tell you something without the others around."
"Yes?"
"Talk to your uncle. The Headmaster is worried about you."
Daisy didn't say anything for a moment. "Is that what prompted this?" she finally asked.
Harry nodded. "He called me to his office after Quidditch practice. And since that is the only time you've been bearable this month, I didn't really mind leaving."
"Thanks!" she said in an offended tone.
"Well, it's true."
"I'll talk to him," Daisy said with a sigh. "But I make no promises."
"Good let's go eat!" said a smiling Harry.
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