The Second War of Light and Darkness
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, love. H/OC; G/D; R/Hr.
Disclaimer: Okay, let's see...do I own Harry Potter? No. I am officially poor. I only own Amanda, who is actually me, except in fanfiction form. Yes, I own myself :P Oh, if only I could own Harry too...*sighs dreamily*
Author's Note: I'm back! Due to popular demand, I, x0firefly0x/Amanda, have decided to continue this story! *crowd cheers* I know, I know! *grins*. A special thanks to Quill (a.k.a. Lozi), Brad, Karamel, Diamond, BonBon (who practically forced me to keep writing), Dianna, Jamie, Kristie, and Maggie. Sorry if I missed anyone, please let me know if I did! Okay, also lemme know if Amanda is too Mary-Sueish. Thx!
Chapter 10: All's Well That Ends Well
After a few hours of quiet contemplation, Harry went down the stairs, heading for the common room. Amanda was sitting on a sofa reading, as expected. Her long brown hair covered her face, and a book was clutched in her hand. Harry strained to read the title, but gave up and walked cautiously towards her.
"What are you reading?" Harry asked tentatively, offering the question like a peace treaty.
Amanda looked up, surprised. "Oh," she said, a bit distantly, "Jane Eyre."
"Really?" Harry asked, sitting down beside her, looking uncomfortable. "Is it any good?"
"Um-hmm," Amanda said, nodding her head slightly. Harry could see her warm up a bit. "It's my favorite."
"Um, that's cool..." Harry said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Harry..." Amanda began, but Harry interrupted her.
"Look, Amanda, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I was just being..." Harry trailed off.
"A prat? A git? A tosser..." Amanda said, grinning..."A jerk, an asshole, a--"
"Yes, exactly," Harry interrupted, also grinning, "Thanks for the praise."
"No problem," Amanda said, smirking. She put the book down, and her face became more serious. "Listen, about before, if you don't want to tell me how you got that scar, it's okay, really. I mean, here I was thinking maybe you fell off a bike or something. Obviously, it's something more. You can tell me when you want to, okay?" Seeing the look on Harry's face, Amanda quickly added, "I won't get mad, I promise."
"All right. Thanks," Harry said, looking very relieved.
A mischievous look went over Amanda's face as she glanced out the nearby window, covered in delicate patterns of frost. "Wanna have a snowball fight?"
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"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Hermione shrieked, trying to run unsuccessfully across the great snowy lawn of Hogwarts. Ron followed in hot pursuit, a well-formed snowball clutched in his *maroon* gloved hand. Amanda giggled happily, preoccupied with the lovely sight of Hermione falling flat on her face in the snow, followed up by Ron chucking the snowball at the back of her head.
Unfortunately for Amanda, Harry was preoccupied with finding the perfect angle to hit her with a very big snowball. He didn't miss either.
Harry and Ron had teamed up against the girls. They had been looking for Ginny, but they really couldn't find her anywhere. Eventually, they had headed off to the Great Lawn to build forts in preparation. Harry and Ron's always kept falling down, due to what Hermione called, "inappropriate angles". Theirs, Amanda bragged, "Is perfectly proportional. It's a work of architectural genius!" Harry and Ron silenced her pretty quickly.
Harry and Amanda noticed that their partners were more focused on hitting each other more than anything else. They seemed to like nothing more than to hit each other, then giggle madly (Yes, Ron too!). Harry found it sickening, Amanda found it rather sweet.
Eventually, they all went back up to Hogwarts, their cheeks flushed and noses red.
"That was fun," Ron commented, sniffling.
"I suppose," a slow, drawling voice said behind them, "Such things would amuse simple-minded people such as yourselves."
"Hello, Draco," Amanda said, not even turning around to take a look, "Jealous, are you?"
"Pffh," Malfoy snorted, "Jealous? Of you? You've got to be joking."
"Not of me," Amanda replied, disbelieving, "Of Harry, of course. Why else would you follow him around just to insult him? You're jealous."
"Whatever," Malfoy said, waving a dismissive hand, "Where's the littlest Weasel?"
"At the Quidditch pitch," Ron butted in. "Why do you want to know anyway?" he added, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"No reason," Malfoy said nonchalantly, "Oh, and Briody, don't call me Draco."
"What's up with him today?" Hermione snorted, as Draco walked off.
"He's obviously thinking about something important," Amanda noted, twirling a piece of her hair.
"Draco, thinking? About something important? We've got to write that one done in the history books!" Harry exclaimed, waving his crimson and gold hat around, his jet black hair hopelessly unkempt. Amanda's stomach clenched at the sight of him, but she tried to forget about it and just laughed.
Together, the quartet plodded into the castle, leaving puddles where they had previously trekked.
"Guys," Hermione whispered, "We're making a mess, so let's make sure Filch doesn't catch us." Ron, Harry, and Amanda nodded fervently; Filch's punishments could really pack a punch. They crept up to the common room, shivering from the drafts sweeping across the already frigidly chilling corridor, exchanging worried smiles.
"You know, boys...'Mione and I still don't have dates for the Valentine's Day dance..." Amanda hinted as they stepped into the portrait hole, covered from head to toe in melting snow.
"So, who are you girls taking?" Ron asked rather airily. Hermione and Amanda exchanged annoyed glances.
Amanda threw her arms up in the air. "You know what?! I give up on you two! Ron, you're going to the dance with Hermione. Harry, you're going with me."
Ron shrugged his shoulders, grinning, "Fine with me."
Harry grinned also, "Worked out perfectly."
"Sissies," Amanda teased amicably, "I had to fricken *tell* you two that you were going with us. You couldn't just *ask*?"
"It's not that easy, Manda," Harry said, putting an arm around her shoulder casually.
"I just asked you," she said happily (Harry had never actually put an arm around her), "and it was very simple to do. You just open your mouth and say it!" Harry's arm slipped off her shoulder, and Amanda found herself missing its warmth and security. The quartet sat down in comfy chairs around the fire.
Suddenly, Ginny stumbled into the common room, flushed and out of breath.
"Wow," said Ron, "You must have had quite a work-out on the pitch." For some reason, Ginny blushed even more.
"Er--yeah," Ginny responded, her face now as red as her hair, "A hard workout, of course," she nodded. Ginny turned to Amanda and Hermione.
"I have something important to tell you two. Follow me," Ginny said curtly, her flustered air gone.
Amanda and Hermione, insanely curious now, followed. They were sure what she was about to tell them would be colossal.
To be continued....
How'd you like this continuation? Let me know if it tickles your fancy!
Quill-angel: Lozi, thanks for all the suggestions and praise! I hope you like this chappie!
Last Fantasy: No need to spaz anymore! Here's the chapter, glad you like this story.
Prodigal Son: Thank you! I'm glad you like both my stories, it makes me bubbly inside, lol.
Thanks everyone! Review if you'd like me to write more!
xxx Amanda/x0firefly0x
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, love. H/OC; G/D; R/Hr.
Disclaimer: Okay, let's see...do I own Harry Potter? No. I am officially poor. I only own Amanda, who is actually me, except in fanfiction form. Yes, I own myself :P Oh, if only I could own Harry too...*sighs dreamily*
Author's Note: I'm back! Due to popular demand, I, x0firefly0x/Amanda, have decided to continue this story! *crowd cheers* I know, I know! *grins*. A special thanks to Quill (a.k.a. Lozi), Brad, Karamel, Diamond, BonBon (who practically forced me to keep writing), Dianna, Jamie, Kristie, and Maggie. Sorry if I missed anyone, please let me know if I did! Okay, also lemme know if Amanda is too Mary-Sueish. Thx!
Chapter 10: All's Well That Ends Well
After a few hours of quiet contemplation, Harry went down the stairs, heading for the common room. Amanda was sitting on a sofa reading, as expected. Her long brown hair covered her face, and a book was clutched in her hand. Harry strained to read the title, but gave up and walked cautiously towards her.
"What are you reading?" Harry asked tentatively, offering the question like a peace treaty.
Amanda looked up, surprised. "Oh," she said, a bit distantly, "Jane Eyre."
"Really?" Harry asked, sitting down beside her, looking uncomfortable. "Is it any good?"
"Um-hmm," Amanda said, nodding her head slightly. Harry could see her warm up a bit. "It's my favorite."
"Um, that's cool..." Harry said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Harry..." Amanda began, but Harry interrupted her.
"Look, Amanda, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I was just being..." Harry trailed off.
"A prat? A git? A tosser..." Amanda said, grinning..."A jerk, an asshole, a--"
"Yes, exactly," Harry interrupted, also grinning, "Thanks for the praise."
"No problem," Amanda said, smirking. She put the book down, and her face became more serious. "Listen, about before, if you don't want to tell me how you got that scar, it's okay, really. I mean, here I was thinking maybe you fell off a bike or something. Obviously, it's something more. You can tell me when you want to, okay?" Seeing the look on Harry's face, Amanda quickly added, "I won't get mad, I promise."
"All right. Thanks," Harry said, looking very relieved.
A mischievous look went over Amanda's face as she glanced out the nearby window, covered in delicate patterns of frost. "Wanna have a snowball fight?"
{----------------------------------}
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Hermione shrieked, trying to run unsuccessfully across the great snowy lawn of Hogwarts. Ron followed in hot pursuit, a well-formed snowball clutched in his *maroon* gloved hand. Amanda giggled happily, preoccupied with the lovely sight of Hermione falling flat on her face in the snow, followed up by Ron chucking the snowball at the back of her head.
Unfortunately for Amanda, Harry was preoccupied with finding the perfect angle to hit her with a very big snowball. He didn't miss either.
Harry and Ron had teamed up against the girls. They had been looking for Ginny, but they really couldn't find her anywhere. Eventually, they had headed off to the Great Lawn to build forts in preparation. Harry and Ron's always kept falling down, due to what Hermione called, "inappropriate angles". Theirs, Amanda bragged, "Is perfectly proportional. It's a work of architectural genius!" Harry and Ron silenced her pretty quickly.
Harry and Amanda noticed that their partners were more focused on hitting each other more than anything else. They seemed to like nothing more than to hit each other, then giggle madly (Yes, Ron too!). Harry found it sickening, Amanda found it rather sweet.
Eventually, they all went back up to Hogwarts, their cheeks flushed and noses red.
"That was fun," Ron commented, sniffling.
"I suppose," a slow, drawling voice said behind them, "Such things would amuse simple-minded people such as yourselves."
"Hello, Draco," Amanda said, not even turning around to take a look, "Jealous, are you?"
"Pffh," Malfoy snorted, "Jealous? Of you? You've got to be joking."
"Not of me," Amanda replied, disbelieving, "Of Harry, of course. Why else would you follow him around just to insult him? You're jealous."
"Whatever," Malfoy said, waving a dismissive hand, "Where's the littlest Weasel?"
"At the Quidditch pitch," Ron butted in. "Why do you want to know anyway?" he added, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"No reason," Malfoy said nonchalantly, "Oh, and Briody, don't call me Draco."
"What's up with him today?" Hermione snorted, as Draco walked off.
"He's obviously thinking about something important," Amanda noted, twirling a piece of her hair.
"Draco, thinking? About something important? We've got to write that one done in the history books!" Harry exclaimed, waving his crimson and gold hat around, his jet black hair hopelessly unkempt. Amanda's stomach clenched at the sight of him, but she tried to forget about it and just laughed.
Together, the quartet plodded into the castle, leaving puddles where they had previously trekked.
"Guys," Hermione whispered, "We're making a mess, so let's make sure Filch doesn't catch us." Ron, Harry, and Amanda nodded fervently; Filch's punishments could really pack a punch. They crept up to the common room, shivering from the drafts sweeping across the already frigidly chilling corridor, exchanging worried smiles.
"You know, boys...'Mione and I still don't have dates for the Valentine's Day dance..." Amanda hinted as they stepped into the portrait hole, covered from head to toe in melting snow.
"So, who are you girls taking?" Ron asked rather airily. Hermione and Amanda exchanged annoyed glances.
Amanda threw her arms up in the air. "You know what?! I give up on you two! Ron, you're going to the dance with Hermione. Harry, you're going with me."
Ron shrugged his shoulders, grinning, "Fine with me."
Harry grinned also, "Worked out perfectly."
"Sissies," Amanda teased amicably, "I had to fricken *tell* you two that you were going with us. You couldn't just *ask*?"
"It's not that easy, Manda," Harry said, putting an arm around her shoulder casually.
"I just asked you," she said happily (Harry had never actually put an arm around her), "and it was very simple to do. You just open your mouth and say it!" Harry's arm slipped off her shoulder, and Amanda found herself missing its warmth and security. The quartet sat down in comfy chairs around the fire.
Suddenly, Ginny stumbled into the common room, flushed and out of breath.
"Wow," said Ron, "You must have had quite a work-out on the pitch." For some reason, Ginny blushed even more.
"Er--yeah," Ginny responded, her face now as red as her hair, "A hard workout, of course," she nodded. Ginny turned to Amanda and Hermione.
"I have something important to tell you two. Follow me," Ginny said curtly, her flustered air gone.
Amanda and Hermione, insanely curious now, followed. They were sure what she was about to tell them would be colossal.
To be continued....
How'd you like this continuation? Let me know if it tickles your fancy!
Quill-angel: Lozi, thanks for all the suggestions and praise! I hope you like this chappie!
Last Fantasy: No need to spaz anymore! Here's the chapter, glad you like this story.
Prodigal Son: Thank you! I'm glad you like both my stories, it makes me bubbly inside, lol.
Thanks everyone! Review if you'd like me to write more!
xxx Amanda/x0firefly0x