The Four Heirs
(A/N: This chapter is back to PG-13 like the rest of the story! I say again...sadly I don't own anything relating to Harry Potter besides the ideas in my-ittle-head that involves her characters and plots.... J.K.Rowling owns Harry Potter.)
(THIS IS A REVISED CHAPTER!)
Chapter Seven: Healing Takes Time
It was about two weeks before Harry actually opened his eyes again, his mind and body was in total shock. Brooke was regretting everything she yelled at Harry and stayed by his bed side as long as she could, with the accompany of Ron and Hermione. Poor Professor Dumbledore got a raging ear full of Lucius Malfoy's complaints about a killer wandering around school killing innocent girls that wanted the best seat next to his son. Lucius angry outbursts at Dumbledore didn't help his son's condition, Draco was coming down ill and being overly depressed. Sometimes if Ceres sat in, the new smaller, common room she could hear Draco crying himself to sleep every night since it tortured his soul that Pansy's death was his fault.
Draco ended up in the Hospital Wing with the worse whopping cough that hit Hogwarts, the depression that swelled inside Draco was eating away at his soul. Draco would deny food most of the time not wanting to eat. Ceres would visit him usually ever afternoon and try to make him eat; sometimes she would leave in tears since she was so frustrated many other times she left in uncontrollable rage.
When Harry finally aroused from his sleeping, his was greeted with smiles from Hermione and Ron and a kiss by Brooke. "I'm sorry what I said that night," she rushed in as Harry sat up and smiled and pecked her cheek forgiving her. The first thing that hit his mind was the Quidditch games he missed, "What happened to the Quidditch games?" he asked his mind buzzing from the light. Ron laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well only Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have played against each other, since you and Malfoy over there haven't been feeling to well, there hasn't been anymore games," Ron said casually.
Harry nodded looking around at his friends and smiled and then sniffed something not so as friendly, "What smells?" Harry asked sniffing the air and the three of them broke out in laughter, "Madame Pomfrey hasn't been able to dunk you in the tub for the last two weeks," Brooke said in a light mood still keeping her smile. It took him a while to realize that Slytherin hadn't played Quidditch either, "What wrong with Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly. Ron and Hermione shrugged and Brooke answered quietly, "You don't remember but there was another death. Pansy Parkinson was killed and skewered to the Great Hall Door, and do you remember what the Ghosts said to you two earlier that night?" Harry's head thought of what Draco was arguing about with Godric and Salazar. "He told Pansy that he loved her," Harry said quietly more to himself.
Brooke nodded, "That's why she died, he told her that he use to love her and still did and I believe he said the only thing that was keeping them apart was the curse," Brooke said quietly and letting Harry think about it. "Telling stories behind my back Chandler isn't a very good thing to do." Draco hissed getting up and coming over to her, it was a funny sight, but was dampened by the mood of the conversation. Draco's legs wobbled as he walked like a drunken man a little tipsy-like. "You got only one thing right, I told her I loved her for the past three years of my life that we were together. Get your facts straight before you tell damn little stories to the Golden Trio." He said keeping his Malfoy composer. "I have been nice to you for the last two weeks, and I remain to stay nice until you get better," Brooke said getting up and pushing him back over into his bed.
Draco fuming sat back down and turned his back to the guests and mumbled to himself, "I'm gotta get out of here, I can't stand any more of Chandler" and sat up and went to go look for Madame Pomfrey almost falling to floor as he started coughing harder than before. "Mr. Malfoy you wouldn't cough so loud if you took this," Madame Pomfrey wearily said giving him a pill and a glass of brandy to sallow the pill. Draco more than willing took it and gulped the pill and the brandy down, "Giving alcohol to students is not a very good idea," he said quietly. "Anything to make you somber and stop the coughing," she said dryly.
Draco had to chuckle at this, "Hmmm, it takes a lot of alcohol to make me somber Madame Pomfrey," he said cunningly. Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, "Don't stretch it Mr. Malfoy. I could get sacked for giving you that small glass," she snapped. Draco looked up at her and stretched, "Don't worry Madame Pomfrey, my mother use to give me brandy to make me somber when we went to parties," he yawned and put his clothes on. His mood had changed dramatically from a few minutes before. "Thank you for your hospitality Madame," he added and gave her the devious Malfoy smile. Madame Pomfrey eyed him and sighed, "You may go Mr. Malfoy since you're obviously better to be so sarcastic with me," she said and pushed the cart next to Harry's bed. When Draco got near the door he turned around and said "I'm not being sarcastic though, my mother really did give me alcohol at parties to shut me up," he said and left.
"That boy will be the death of me one day, through out all these years I've seen as much of him as I've seen you," Madame Pomfrey said eying Harry. Harry broadly smiled at the nurse and said, "What exactly did you give him? He seemed a little happier than usual." Madame Pomfrey sighed, giving Harry a bottle of medicine, "Brandy, the pill to cure that whooping cough, and a drop of anti-depressant."
The three nodded and Ron looked betrayed, "Why didn't you ever give us brandy?" Ron protested. Madame Pomfrey laughed slightly and shrugged going back to her other business. Harry put his feet on the floor and stretched smelling himself even more then made a face, "I need to take a bath," he exclaimed putting his arms down. Hermione laughed and hugged her dear friend, laughing she said, "I'm glad you aren't down in the dumps Harry." Harry smile faded and came back easily, "Well I'm glad you three were there when I woke up." He said hugging his best friend back and pulling Brooke into the hug. "Harry let go... you reek." Hermione said trying to get away from Harry. "And you say it like it's a bad thing," Harry said and let go of Brooke and Hermione.
"You can back to your dorm Mr. Potter, and do us all a favor take a shower," Madame Pomfrey said and left the room.
( To answer your reviews (one of the reasons of the short chapter seven)
Uten's recent reviews and my answers:
1st- Interesting story. Different idea. I wonder how long it will take for Draco and Harry to bury the hatchet and at least call a truce. And why isn't Tom mad at Draco being named Heir of Slytherin?
Tom Riddle (AKA-Voldie-kins) doesn't know at all, it will be new news when the Death Eaters tell him. I really can't speak any more of that. As for burying the hatchet, I don't exactly know, they'll get friendly-like toward each other since there near each other almost all the time. (You got to be semi-friendly to someone when you live with them.)
2nd-Interesting chapter.. Man, those ghosts are nasty. Well, the girls were told to keep their hands off and warned that it was fatal in the great hall by Fate. And considering Cho was using a knife, she deserved it, but Pansy didn't. The poor girl had her heart broken; Draco comforted her and told her he used to love her. Pain and some torture I could have understood considering she did try to make a move. But she did stop straight away as soon as he said no. Just my take. It won't stop me reading, but I don't believe Pansy deserved to die.
Well I'm glad I have one interested reader that agrees with me. I didn't want to kill Pansy from the start, she reminds me of a female Draco. I mean I felt so sorry for her and started liking her since she loved Draco with all her heart I even forgot that Pansy made fun of Hermione during the last school years. Cho on the other hand I hated her whiney jealously when I was reading the fifth book, and my friend proposed that I play with Harry's emotions and have her killed. I got the idea off a Mafia movie (don't remember which one) to have her dead in Harry's bed. It gives me shivers know that I actually think through it. As for the ghosts, Salazar his pure evil, Godric was just pure mad with Salazar's influence of evil. Also it wasn't Godric fault, Fate is uncontrollable being and does what ever she wants to make sure everything goes fine between the Heirs, and she can only be controlled by Salazar at times.
Well that's all of answering questions (and comments) in reviews!
My reasons to write the author (can I say author?) commentary: I took it upon my self that I needed to answer Uten's questions and comments as the reader and critic of my fan fic as well as you others, plus I wanted chapter seven to be short and sweet so why not stick it in there?! It just made common sense to me! (This is not a good time to get silly off of Beatle songs...)
Thank you everyone who has reviewed and given me encouragement! Well, I got to get back to working on the chapter eight! )
(A/N: This chapter is back to PG-13 like the rest of the story! I say again...sadly I don't own anything relating to Harry Potter besides the ideas in my-ittle-head that involves her characters and plots.... J.K.Rowling owns Harry Potter.)
(THIS IS A REVISED CHAPTER!)
Chapter Seven: Healing Takes Time
It was about two weeks before Harry actually opened his eyes again, his mind and body was in total shock. Brooke was regretting everything she yelled at Harry and stayed by his bed side as long as she could, with the accompany of Ron and Hermione. Poor Professor Dumbledore got a raging ear full of Lucius Malfoy's complaints about a killer wandering around school killing innocent girls that wanted the best seat next to his son. Lucius angry outbursts at Dumbledore didn't help his son's condition, Draco was coming down ill and being overly depressed. Sometimes if Ceres sat in, the new smaller, common room she could hear Draco crying himself to sleep every night since it tortured his soul that Pansy's death was his fault.
Draco ended up in the Hospital Wing with the worse whopping cough that hit Hogwarts, the depression that swelled inside Draco was eating away at his soul. Draco would deny food most of the time not wanting to eat. Ceres would visit him usually ever afternoon and try to make him eat; sometimes she would leave in tears since she was so frustrated many other times she left in uncontrollable rage.
When Harry finally aroused from his sleeping, his was greeted with smiles from Hermione and Ron and a kiss by Brooke. "I'm sorry what I said that night," she rushed in as Harry sat up and smiled and pecked her cheek forgiving her. The first thing that hit his mind was the Quidditch games he missed, "What happened to the Quidditch games?" he asked his mind buzzing from the light. Ron laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well only Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have played against each other, since you and Malfoy over there haven't been feeling to well, there hasn't been anymore games," Ron said casually.
Harry nodded looking around at his friends and smiled and then sniffed something not so as friendly, "What smells?" Harry asked sniffing the air and the three of them broke out in laughter, "Madame Pomfrey hasn't been able to dunk you in the tub for the last two weeks," Brooke said in a light mood still keeping her smile. It took him a while to realize that Slytherin hadn't played Quidditch either, "What wrong with Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly. Ron and Hermione shrugged and Brooke answered quietly, "You don't remember but there was another death. Pansy Parkinson was killed and skewered to the Great Hall Door, and do you remember what the Ghosts said to you two earlier that night?" Harry's head thought of what Draco was arguing about with Godric and Salazar. "He told Pansy that he loved her," Harry said quietly more to himself.
Brooke nodded, "That's why she died, he told her that he use to love her and still did and I believe he said the only thing that was keeping them apart was the curse," Brooke said quietly and letting Harry think about it. "Telling stories behind my back Chandler isn't a very good thing to do." Draco hissed getting up and coming over to her, it was a funny sight, but was dampened by the mood of the conversation. Draco's legs wobbled as he walked like a drunken man a little tipsy-like. "You got only one thing right, I told her I loved her for the past three years of my life that we were together. Get your facts straight before you tell damn little stories to the Golden Trio." He said keeping his Malfoy composer. "I have been nice to you for the last two weeks, and I remain to stay nice until you get better," Brooke said getting up and pushing him back over into his bed.
Draco fuming sat back down and turned his back to the guests and mumbled to himself, "I'm gotta get out of here, I can't stand any more of Chandler" and sat up and went to go look for Madame Pomfrey almost falling to floor as he started coughing harder than before. "Mr. Malfoy you wouldn't cough so loud if you took this," Madame Pomfrey wearily said giving him a pill and a glass of brandy to sallow the pill. Draco more than willing took it and gulped the pill and the brandy down, "Giving alcohol to students is not a very good idea," he said quietly. "Anything to make you somber and stop the coughing," she said dryly.
Draco had to chuckle at this, "Hmmm, it takes a lot of alcohol to make me somber Madame Pomfrey," he said cunningly. Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, "Don't stretch it Mr. Malfoy. I could get sacked for giving you that small glass," she snapped. Draco looked up at her and stretched, "Don't worry Madame Pomfrey, my mother use to give me brandy to make me somber when we went to parties," he yawned and put his clothes on. His mood had changed dramatically from a few minutes before. "Thank you for your hospitality Madame," he added and gave her the devious Malfoy smile. Madame Pomfrey eyed him and sighed, "You may go Mr. Malfoy since you're obviously better to be so sarcastic with me," she said and pushed the cart next to Harry's bed. When Draco got near the door he turned around and said "I'm not being sarcastic though, my mother really did give me alcohol at parties to shut me up," he said and left.
"That boy will be the death of me one day, through out all these years I've seen as much of him as I've seen you," Madame Pomfrey said eying Harry. Harry broadly smiled at the nurse and said, "What exactly did you give him? He seemed a little happier than usual." Madame Pomfrey sighed, giving Harry a bottle of medicine, "Brandy, the pill to cure that whooping cough, and a drop of anti-depressant."
The three nodded and Ron looked betrayed, "Why didn't you ever give us brandy?" Ron protested. Madame Pomfrey laughed slightly and shrugged going back to her other business. Harry put his feet on the floor and stretched smelling himself even more then made a face, "I need to take a bath," he exclaimed putting his arms down. Hermione laughed and hugged her dear friend, laughing she said, "I'm glad you aren't down in the dumps Harry." Harry smile faded and came back easily, "Well I'm glad you three were there when I woke up." He said hugging his best friend back and pulling Brooke into the hug. "Harry let go... you reek." Hermione said trying to get away from Harry. "And you say it like it's a bad thing," Harry said and let go of Brooke and Hermione.
"You can back to your dorm Mr. Potter, and do us all a favor take a shower," Madame Pomfrey said and left the room.
( To answer your reviews (one of the reasons of the short chapter seven)
Uten's recent reviews and my answers:
1st- Interesting story. Different idea. I wonder how long it will take for Draco and Harry to bury the hatchet and at least call a truce. And why isn't Tom mad at Draco being named Heir of Slytherin?
Tom Riddle (AKA-Voldie-kins) doesn't know at all, it will be new news when the Death Eaters tell him. I really can't speak any more of that. As for burying the hatchet, I don't exactly know, they'll get friendly-like toward each other since there near each other almost all the time. (You got to be semi-friendly to someone when you live with them.)
2nd-Interesting chapter.. Man, those ghosts are nasty. Well, the girls were told to keep their hands off and warned that it was fatal in the great hall by Fate. And considering Cho was using a knife, she deserved it, but Pansy didn't. The poor girl had her heart broken; Draco comforted her and told her he used to love her. Pain and some torture I could have understood considering she did try to make a move. But she did stop straight away as soon as he said no. Just my take. It won't stop me reading, but I don't believe Pansy deserved to die.
Well I'm glad I have one interested reader that agrees with me. I didn't want to kill Pansy from the start, she reminds me of a female Draco. I mean I felt so sorry for her and started liking her since she loved Draco with all her heart I even forgot that Pansy made fun of Hermione during the last school years. Cho on the other hand I hated her whiney jealously when I was reading the fifth book, and my friend proposed that I play with Harry's emotions and have her killed. I got the idea off a Mafia movie (don't remember which one) to have her dead in Harry's bed. It gives me shivers know that I actually think through it. As for the ghosts, Salazar his pure evil, Godric was just pure mad with Salazar's influence of evil. Also it wasn't Godric fault, Fate is uncontrollable being and does what ever she wants to make sure everything goes fine between the Heirs, and she can only be controlled by Salazar at times.
Well that's all of answering questions (and comments) in reviews!
My reasons to write the author (can I say author?) commentary: I took it upon my self that I needed to answer Uten's questions and comments as the reader and critic of my fan fic as well as you others, plus I wanted chapter seven to be short and sweet so why not stick it in there?! It just made common sense to me! (This is not a good time to get silly off of Beatle songs...)
Thank you everyone who has reviewed and given me encouragement! Well, I got to get back to working on the chapter eight! )