Nobara: Woo hoo!!
Hiei: What was that for?
Nobara: Because I felt like it gotta problem?
Hiei: Yeah, it's called 'Nobara Faia'
Nobara: That's my name!!
Hiei::rolls eyes:: Anyways...
Harry: Can you tell me, what exactly are you?
Hermione::under breath:: Very cute ::winks at Hiei::
Hiei: Hn ::folds arms::
Nobara: A fire demon, he doesn't take to people very well
Ron::holding a coke can:: ONTO THE STORY BARTHOLOMEW MY GOOD MAN!! ::puts an arm around Nobara's neck::
Nobara: Bartholomew?
Harry: What's wrong with you Ron
Ron: Nothing, Bartholomew owns nothing!
Nobara: Bartholomew?
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It had been a few months since Nicholas had been brought back to life. There had been no more strange occurances since then, the one thing that had been figured out was that Sarina was most definately not human. But that fact didn't stop the boys from flirting with her. Ginny had caught Draco do this more than once, a outburst from the redhead was enough to cause Malfoy to forget about Professor Tourneti, at least for a moment. These scenes were always fun to watch, especially if you were Ron or Harry and knew the capabilites of the Woman Weasely Rage. Hermione spent most of her time in the library, having yet to find the passage about Tourneti was beginning to get to her. It was close to Christmas time when Dumbledore announced at dinner that there would be a demonstration by Professor Tourneti. "The subject will be dancing," he said and sat down. Many of the students were puzzled.
Why did they care about dancing? They were wizards and witches after all. Harry was intrigued by this, if it was Sarina doing the dancing he doubted it would be the waltz. The few short months had caused the mystery that was a veil over the warrioress to become more and more deeper until he had realized he knew nothing about her. She was a woman, but she had nothing to do with anything considered womanly. Seduction was what she used to get her way, but she seemed to hate men. A damsel yet a warrior, such a complex person. And Sarina Tourneti had been engaged three times, why had she called them off? Even though he spent most of his time pondering the mysteriousness of her he was none the less attracted to her.
He had spent all that time after the death of Sirius turning his heart to stone and not letting anyone in, but she seemed to break down all the barriers he had put up. Harry doubted that she knew it but he felt that he cared more for his professor than what he should have. Laying on his back staring up at nothingness Harry felt that someone was watching him. Trying to shake off the feeling he sat up and walked to the near by window. The moonlight streamed in and lit up his face as he stared down at the grounds. It looked calm, the surface of the lake was smooth as glass and the trees of the Forbidden Forest stood tall like giant guardians. By the lake a single shadow danced, looking closer Harry saw that it was a person. A few flashes of silver he saw fly into the air and he decided to investigate.
The invisibility cloak that had served him so well still did. Silently he slunk through the corridors until he came to the lake. Looking around he saw no one. Taking off the cloak and folding it over his arm he felt something cold and metal pressing into his throat as a hand had somehow had both of his own restrained behind his back. "What are you doing out here Potter?" asked the feminine voice of Professor Tourneti. Harry tried not to gulp but wound up doing so anyways. "I saw silver flashes ma'am," he replied. The long slender blade that had been pressed against his jugular was taken away and quickly sheathed. Looking at the ground Harry saw many different swords and daggers of varying size neatly arranged on the ground. A small pyramid of fans caught his attention, they seemed very out of place among the many weapons.
"Whose are these?" he asked bending down to examine one that looked to be the sword of a medevil knight. "Mine," she replied shortly and took a cloth from beside the fans and picked up the long blade she had held only moments before. Watching her begin to polish the blade gently he asked,"Why so many?" Without looking up from her work she replied, "Nessecity." Harry looked back to the weapons and gently picked up a thin round bladed fencing sword. "Would you care to give me more than just one answered replies?" he asked as he set the sword back down and looked at Sarina. Setting down the katana and rag she looked back at him, her rainbow eyes shimmering violently in the moonlight.
"It depends on what you want to know," she said and folded her hands in her lap. "For starters, why all the swords?" he asked as he moved to sit directly in front of her, to show he wouldn't leave until she answered him completely. "I've collected them over the years. In battle you don't always have your choice of weapons so you make do with what you can get from corpses," she said gazing over the blades that reflected the moon in the same manner as her dark locks did. "You took these from dead men?" Harry asked in a slightly shocked voice. Sarina gave a soft musical laugh, "Of course, don't sound so surprised, people have done it for centuries. If you had the choice between dying or stealing a dead man's weapon which would you choose?" she replied looking straight in her eyes.
"I see your point," he said and smoothed down the back of his hair. Sarina laughed again and looked up at the stars. Harry watched her intently, even though she was extremely odd in apperance she was breath takingly beautiful at the same time. Her all around aura scared him and relaxed him at the same time. "What are you?" he asked softly. Again she laughed and looked at him, "Nothing but trouble," she replied simply. A strand of her glimmering black hair was pushed across her face by the slight breeze that had picked up. Harry sighed inwardly, he wasn't suppose to feel this way. "What do you mean by trouble?"
"You know, trouble. The only things that follows me is death and destruction. Ever since I was little I had to be a warrior out of pure nessecity. Now I'm completely alone, not that it bothers me, it's always been that way," she said with the same ease and friendliness she had displayed after she had nearly slit his throat. Hary felt his heart go out to her some, he had been alone too but never totally without anyone alone. He had had the Durselys as a kid, even though they had been horrible, they were still family. And then he had Ron, Hagrid, Hermione, Dumbledore, Sirius- Sirius. Sirius had been dead for nearly two years. At the thought of him Harry's heart became a bit bitter. He had always felt that he had been robbed unfairly of his godfather.
"Once loss isn't enough to turn your back on the world Potter," came the woman's voice who interupted his thoughts. "Beg pardon?" he asked and turned quickly to look at her. Drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them she looked at the sky and began speaking. " Take it from someone who knows. One loss may hurt but it will go away if you will let it. I've led two hundred people into battle, fifty returned. That loss was overwhelming, not only were they my soldiers, they were my sisters. But even that loss didn't harden the heart, it was the many more that had been piled into my lap before I had turned twelve years old," she said. Harry's mouth dropped open, why was she revealing all of this to him so suddenly?
"You led a battle before you were twelve?" he asked amazed. Sarina laughed and nodded, "It was my tenth birthday, a present from my mother. I come from a long line of warriors, I had been trained from birth in the ways of the battle. At nine I was a strategical genius, unfortunately, I never saw the ambush in Devil's Ridge coming," she replied. The wizard was stunned by all that she had said and was even more stunned by what he did. Leaning forward he gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. Sarina was thrown aback by this gesture and gently put her hands on his chest and shoved him backwards, "Just because I'm opening up to you doesn't mean I like you Potter," she hissed and drew her knees back to herself. Harry blushed softly and sat back, "Sorry," he mumbled.
"So why are you here?" he asked as he regained his composure. "It was the only place safe. Voldemort has been after me for some time," she replied. Harry nodded his head gently and looked at her in the eye, "Do you know why?" he asked. Sarina shook her head and rocked back and forth gently. "We're so much alike, both alone, both hunted by Voldemort, both longing for something more," Harry mumbled softly as he traced the pattern of a dragon that had been tooled into the sheath of a nearby broad blade. Sarina looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean by that last part Potter?" she asked, her voice growing cooler.
"Longing, like you want something you know you can never have," he sighed and looked up at the clear crisp sky. "Like how you long for love?" she asked. Harry nodded gently and looked up to his professor, "I'm attracted to you Sarina, have been since the day I carried you into the hospital wing," he said in a soft voice as he gazed at her. Sarina shook her head, "No, you are not attracted to me Potter, you are like your father and attracted to danger and mystery. And if you have yet to notice, that is all I am to everone in this school, danger and mystery," she replied and stood up. He stood up too and folded his arms, "Why do you always fle when emotions come into play?" he asked. "Emotions? You're a boy who can barely shave you know nothing about love or pain," she snapped and turned back to face him, her red eyes flashing dangerously.
"I know all there is to know about pain, just I'm sure as you do. But what makes you so sure you know what love is? I mean for God's sake you'll played the runaway bride for how many years now?" he asked and moved closer to her. "That is no affair of yours," she replied in a cold voice. "What Sarina? Do you have commitment issues or are you just afraid to love?" he said and grabbed her wrist. He was being more aggressive than he'd ever been in his life. While it was scaring him, she was unfazed by it. "You don't love me Potter," she said without moving the slightest to get away from him. "How would you know? You don't know what love is," he said in a softer voice. Leaning closer he saw her face soften some, he took that as a good sign. Much on instinct before he could think about it he moved closer to kiss her.
To his surprise, right before he could close the distance a dark object moved between their mouths. Looking down he saw her rainbowed eyes peeking over the top of a black fan. A silver dragon danced across it and seemed to be laughing at him. "Potter, I am not someone you want to get involved with in any way, shape, or form outside of Hogwarts," she said. Harry moved back and released her wrist and watched her snap shut the fan. "It could cost you your life," she said and began walking inside. The swords around him began to slowly disappear as he saw the dark sky on the horizon begin to turn to a light gray. "There's something new," Harry said sarcastically as he put on the invisible claok and started back inside as dawn began to break through the night.
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Nobara: Yay! I got a chapter done!!
Ron: Good job Bartholomew!
Nobara: -- My name is not Bartholomew
Harry: What's wrong with you Ron?
Hiei: Where did you get the coke-a-cola?
Ron: Back of the fridge
Hiei: Which fridge?
Ron: The one in Nobara's room
Nobara: nnU That wasn't meant for you...hey what were you doing in my room?!
Ron::points to Hiei:: He paid me to get blackmail
Nobara: --U You- you- HOBBIT!! ::storms out of the room::
Hiei: I'm not a hobbit... --U
Hermione: Oh dear...I better convince Nobara to come back and finish the story, until next time, bye!
Hiei: She called me a hobbit.... --U
Hiei: What was that for?
Nobara: Because I felt like it gotta problem?
Hiei: Yeah, it's called 'Nobara Faia'
Nobara: That's my name!!
Hiei::rolls eyes:: Anyways...
Harry: Can you tell me, what exactly are you?
Hermione::under breath:: Very cute ::winks at Hiei::
Hiei: Hn ::folds arms::
Nobara: A fire demon, he doesn't take to people very well
Ron::holding a coke can:: ONTO THE STORY BARTHOLOMEW MY GOOD MAN!! ::puts an arm around Nobara's neck::
Nobara: Bartholomew?
Harry: What's wrong with you Ron
Ron: Nothing, Bartholomew owns nothing!
Nobara: Bartholomew?
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It had been a few months since Nicholas had been brought back to life. There had been no more strange occurances since then, the one thing that had been figured out was that Sarina was most definately not human. But that fact didn't stop the boys from flirting with her. Ginny had caught Draco do this more than once, a outburst from the redhead was enough to cause Malfoy to forget about Professor Tourneti, at least for a moment. These scenes were always fun to watch, especially if you were Ron or Harry and knew the capabilites of the Woman Weasely Rage. Hermione spent most of her time in the library, having yet to find the passage about Tourneti was beginning to get to her. It was close to Christmas time when Dumbledore announced at dinner that there would be a demonstration by Professor Tourneti. "The subject will be dancing," he said and sat down. Many of the students were puzzled.
Why did they care about dancing? They were wizards and witches after all. Harry was intrigued by this, if it was Sarina doing the dancing he doubted it would be the waltz. The few short months had caused the mystery that was a veil over the warrioress to become more and more deeper until he had realized he knew nothing about her. She was a woman, but she had nothing to do with anything considered womanly. Seduction was what she used to get her way, but she seemed to hate men. A damsel yet a warrior, such a complex person. And Sarina Tourneti had been engaged three times, why had she called them off? Even though he spent most of his time pondering the mysteriousness of her he was none the less attracted to her.
He had spent all that time after the death of Sirius turning his heart to stone and not letting anyone in, but she seemed to break down all the barriers he had put up. Harry doubted that she knew it but he felt that he cared more for his professor than what he should have. Laying on his back staring up at nothingness Harry felt that someone was watching him. Trying to shake off the feeling he sat up and walked to the near by window. The moonlight streamed in and lit up his face as he stared down at the grounds. It looked calm, the surface of the lake was smooth as glass and the trees of the Forbidden Forest stood tall like giant guardians. By the lake a single shadow danced, looking closer Harry saw that it was a person. A few flashes of silver he saw fly into the air and he decided to investigate.
The invisibility cloak that had served him so well still did. Silently he slunk through the corridors until he came to the lake. Looking around he saw no one. Taking off the cloak and folding it over his arm he felt something cold and metal pressing into his throat as a hand had somehow had both of his own restrained behind his back. "What are you doing out here Potter?" asked the feminine voice of Professor Tourneti. Harry tried not to gulp but wound up doing so anyways. "I saw silver flashes ma'am," he replied. The long slender blade that had been pressed against his jugular was taken away and quickly sheathed. Looking at the ground Harry saw many different swords and daggers of varying size neatly arranged on the ground. A small pyramid of fans caught his attention, they seemed very out of place among the many weapons.
"Whose are these?" he asked bending down to examine one that looked to be the sword of a medevil knight. "Mine," she replied shortly and took a cloth from beside the fans and picked up the long blade she had held only moments before. Watching her begin to polish the blade gently he asked,"Why so many?" Without looking up from her work she replied, "Nessecity." Harry looked back to the weapons and gently picked up a thin round bladed fencing sword. "Would you care to give me more than just one answered replies?" he asked as he set the sword back down and looked at Sarina. Setting down the katana and rag she looked back at him, her rainbow eyes shimmering violently in the moonlight.
"It depends on what you want to know," she said and folded her hands in her lap. "For starters, why all the swords?" he asked as he moved to sit directly in front of her, to show he wouldn't leave until she answered him completely. "I've collected them over the years. In battle you don't always have your choice of weapons so you make do with what you can get from corpses," she said gazing over the blades that reflected the moon in the same manner as her dark locks did. "You took these from dead men?" Harry asked in a slightly shocked voice. Sarina gave a soft musical laugh, "Of course, don't sound so surprised, people have done it for centuries. If you had the choice between dying or stealing a dead man's weapon which would you choose?" she replied looking straight in her eyes.
"I see your point," he said and smoothed down the back of his hair. Sarina laughed again and looked up at the stars. Harry watched her intently, even though she was extremely odd in apperance she was breath takingly beautiful at the same time. Her all around aura scared him and relaxed him at the same time. "What are you?" he asked softly. Again she laughed and looked at him, "Nothing but trouble," she replied simply. A strand of her glimmering black hair was pushed across her face by the slight breeze that had picked up. Harry sighed inwardly, he wasn't suppose to feel this way. "What do you mean by trouble?"
"You know, trouble. The only things that follows me is death and destruction. Ever since I was little I had to be a warrior out of pure nessecity. Now I'm completely alone, not that it bothers me, it's always been that way," she said with the same ease and friendliness she had displayed after she had nearly slit his throat. Hary felt his heart go out to her some, he had been alone too but never totally without anyone alone. He had had the Durselys as a kid, even though they had been horrible, they were still family. And then he had Ron, Hagrid, Hermione, Dumbledore, Sirius- Sirius. Sirius had been dead for nearly two years. At the thought of him Harry's heart became a bit bitter. He had always felt that he had been robbed unfairly of his godfather.
"Once loss isn't enough to turn your back on the world Potter," came the woman's voice who interupted his thoughts. "Beg pardon?" he asked and turned quickly to look at her. Drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them she looked at the sky and began speaking. " Take it from someone who knows. One loss may hurt but it will go away if you will let it. I've led two hundred people into battle, fifty returned. That loss was overwhelming, not only were they my soldiers, they were my sisters. But even that loss didn't harden the heart, it was the many more that had been piled into my lap before I had turned twelve years old," she said. Harry's mouth dropped open, why was she revealing all of this to him so suddenly?
"You led a battle before you were twelve?" he asked amazed. Sarina laughed and nodded, "It was my tenth birthday, a present from my mother. I come from a long line of warriors, I had been trained from birth in the ways of the battle. At nine I was a strategical genius, unfortunately, I never saw the ambush in Devil's Ridge coming," she replied. The wizard was stunned by all that she had said and was even more stunned by what he did. Leaning forward he gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. Sarina was thrown aback by this gesture and gently put her hands on his chest and shoved him backwards, "Just because I'm opening up to you doesn't mean I like you Potter," she hissed and drew her knees back to herself. Harry blushed softly and sat back, "Sorry," he mumbled.
"So why are you here?" he asked as he regained his composure. "It was the only place safe. Voldemort has been after me for some time," she replied. Harry nodded his head gently and looked at her in the eye, "Do you know why?" he asked. Sarina shook her head and rocked back and forth gently. "We're so much alike, both alone, both hunted by Voldemort, both longing for something more," Harry mumbled softly as he traced the pattern of a dragon that had been tooled into the sheath of a nearby broad blade. Sarina looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean by that last part Potter?" she asked, her voice growing cooler.
"Longing, like you want something you know you can never have," he sighed and looked up at the clear crisp sky. "Like how you long for love?" she asked. Harry nodded gently and looked up to his professor, "I'm attracted to you Sarina, have been since the day I carried you into the hospital wing," he said in a soft voice as he gazed at her. Sarina shook her head, "No, you are not attracted to me Potter, you are like your father and attracted to danger and mystery. And if you have yet to notice, that is all I am to everone in this school, danger and mystery," she replied and stood up. He stood up too and folded his arms, "Why do you always fle when emotions come into play?" he asked. "Emotions? You're a boy who can barely shave you know nothing about love or pain," she snapped and turned back to face him, her red eyes flashing dangerously.
"I know all there is to know about pain, just I'm sure as you do. But what makes you so sure you know what love is? I mean for God's sake you'll played the runaway bride for how many years now?" he asked and moved closer to her. "That is no affair of yours," she replied in a cold voice. "What Sarina? Do you have commitment issues or are you just afraid to love?" he said and grabbed her wrist. He was being more aggressive than he'd ever been in his life. While it was scaring him, she was unfazed by it. "You don't love me Potter," she said without moving the slightest to get away from him. "How would you know? You don't know what love is," he said in a softer voice. Leaning closer he saw her face soften some, he took that as a good sign. Much on instinct before he could think about it he moved closer to kiss her.
To his surprise, right before he could close the distance a dark object moved between their mouths. Looking down he saw her rainbowed eyes peeking over the top of a black fan. A silver dragon danced across it and seemed to be laughing at him. "Potter, I am not someone you want to get involved with in any way, shape, or form outside of Hogwarts," she said. Harry moved back and released her wrist and watched her snap shut the fan. "It could cost you your life," she said and began walking inside. The swords around him began to slowly disappear as he saw the dark sky on the horizon begin to turn to a light gray. "There's something new," Harry said sarcastically as he put on the invisible claok and started back inside as dawn began to break through the night.
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Nobara: Yay! I got a chapter done!!
Ron: Good job Bartholomew!
Nobara: -- My name is not Bartholomew
Harry: What's wrong with you Ron?
Hiei: Where did you get the coke-a-cola?
Ron: Back of the fridge
Hiei: Which fridge?
Ron: The one in Nobara's room
Nobara: nnU That wasn't meant for you...hey what were you doing in my room?!
Ron::points to Hiei:: He paid me to get blackmail
Nobara: --U You- you- HOBBIT!! ::storms out of the room::
Hiei: I'm not a hobbit... --U
Hermione: Oh dear...I better convince Nobara to come back and finish the story, until next time, bye!
Hiei: She called me a hobbit.... --U