Harry, his scar hurting like mad, stared out of the Gryffindor window. It
was some form of glass. Not stained glass, for it wasn't colored, nor your
ordinary house glass. It must've been a magical kind that only Hogwarts
knew of or something... The black-haired boy just decided to stop thinking
about it. But putting off the 'glass' subject brought upon an even worse
train of thought.
Luna.
Why, she wouldn't leave him alone! Whether it was in the halls or in his mind. He could picture her now – her golden blonde hair, her slightly tan skin, her silver-blue eyes... Not the prettiest thing in the world, but Harry loved her for some odd reason.
And for the same reason did he loathe her. She had ruined his life. Not only did his best friends for the most part abandon him, but he kept failing his tests because he couldn't think of anything but Luna Lovegood.
He remembered back to a few weeks before, when Luna had come to Hagrid's hut, and Harry's jaw had dropped in her change. He had no idea what had possessed her mind to do such a thing, really... Well, he did have a hair of an idea, but of course it couldn't be his fault! He'd never said a thing to the girl about her appearance!
But it wasn't as if he hadn't implied it all the same. Harry sighed and looked down at the field, where he and his two best friends had scuttled along more than once in his invisibility cloak that he'd inherited from his father... and the rest of the Marauders.
"Harry?" He heard a female voice that made him jump. But, calming down, Harry turned and saw that it was only Parvati Patil. That spoiled brat that so often made fun of Luna. "Is that you? Are you alone?"
"Of course I'm alone," Harry replied coldly, clearly annoyed and not wanting to be spoken to. "What were you expecting? Luna?" He had been talked about far too much this year, and he was sick of it. Parvati seemed to be terrified, her face all white.
"S-sorry," Parvati replied, and swiped a brown hair out of her eyes, placing it delicately behind her ears. "I didn't realize that you were indisposed." She closed her eyes and was about to walk away when Harry looked down and snorted.
"They're bloody flannel pants!" Harry fumed, nearly laughing but still angry all the same. "It's not like I'm wearing nothing but a pair of underwear!"
Parvati returned and sighed. "Okay, sorry," she looked at his scar, clearly exposed in the moonlight. "I saw Luna crying today... did something happen?"
Oh, that girl just didn't know when to stop. She was really picking a nerve now. As if he would have made her cry!
Well... maybe a little.
"Why should you care if she was crying?" He shot at her, cruelty in his eyes. Normally Harry wasn't this moody... it just happened sometimes. "You're never sensitive for Luna. You spend half of your year just making fun of her."
Parvati raised her eyebrows and took a seat next to him. "Harry, you need to relax. She's your girlfriend—"but Harry cut her off.
"She's not my girlfriend," he said childishly.
"Whatever. You have somewhat of a relationship, however weird and gross it may be. She depends on you, and something must have happened to make her so depressed that she wept," Parvati. Oh, Parvati. Always finding a way to turn things negatively. "She tried to talk to me, but I walked away because she sneezed on my night gown."
Harry looked up. What a prude!
Suddenly the two heard a whack! on the door. It wasn't a knock. Oh, no.
It was a knife slashing away at the door.
"Wh-who is it?" Parvati asked nervously, crawling up by Harry's side. "Go away!"
Harry held her close, however much he despised the girl, and hugged her for comfort. She was shaking, and he had to admit, it must have been terrible to be a girl. Always scared of everything.
He stood up and took out his wand. "Go upstairs," he whispered to Parvati. "I'll stay here."
As the sandy-haired girl ran quietly up the stairs to the girls dormitory, Harry approached the door, leaning against it. "What do you want?" He muttered under his breath. Not knowing what to do, he opened the door and gasped. He'd been expecting Luna, for some reason. But it wasn't she.
"Hello," a man at the door said. He had dark hair and a dark complexion – Harry could tell that he was Arabic. His English, however, was quite good. "G'day, Harry Potter."
Harry shook his head and held up his wand. He'd defeated the Dark Lord many times, surely he could handle this pushover. "Who the bloody hell are you?" He had to sustain a chuckle.
"I," the man said, grinning in an amateur evil sort of way. "Am Aban Hakam – Lord Voldemort's most trusted advisor."
Harry raised his eyebrows unsurely. "But... that's Wormtail,"
Hakam shook his head. "Was Wormtail," he raised his wand as well, mimicking Harry. "He's dead now."
Harry didn't understand. He never could. These villains just didn't understand, did they?
He raised his wand all the same. "What do you want?"
Hakam smiled grimly. "Your mind,"
Harry laughed unsurely. "Sure..."
"Sure?"
"It means you're crazy,"
"Oh, in that case..." Hakam raised his wand and aimed a Tickling Charm on the boy. "Tell me where your mind is."
Was this man mad?! Well, of course he was, if he was working for Voldemort. But honestly, his mind?! "In my head!" Harry managed to squeal between gulps of laughter, writhing on the floor. "Where... else... would it be?!"
Hakam smiled once more. "Not your brain," he said, chuckling at Harry's pain. "Where does your mind lie?"
Harry was about to say 'Luna,' but luckily managed to stop himself. "Uh, the glass," Hakam darted immediately, and the spell broke. Harry was free.
((I'll write more later... my hands hurt... r&r so far))
Luna.
Why, she wouldn't leave him alone! Whether it was in the halls or in his mind. He could picture her now – her golden blonde hair, her slightly tan skin, her silver-blue eyes... Not the prettiest thing in the world, but Harry loved her for some odd reason.
And for the same reason did he loathe her. She had ruined his life. Not only did his best friends for the most part abandon him, but he kept failing his tests because he couldn't think of anything but Luna Lovegood.
He remembered back to a few weeks before, when Luna had come to Hagrid's hut, and Harry's jaw had dropped in her change. He had no idea what had possessed her mind to do such a thing, really... Well, he did have a hair of an idea, but of course it couldn't be his fault! He'd never said a thing to the girl about her appearance!
But it wasn't as if he hadn't implied it all the same. Harry sighed and looked down at the field, where he and his two best friends had scuttled along more than once in his invisibility cloak that he'd inherited from his father... and the rest of the Marauders.
"Harry?" He heard a female voice that made him jump. But, calming down, Harry turned and saw that it was only Parvati Patil. That spoiled brat that so often made fun of Luna. "Is that you? Are you alone?"
"Of course I'm alone," Harry replied coldly, clearly annoyed and not wanting to be spoken to. "What were you expecting? Luna?" He had been talked about far too much this year, and he was sick of it. Parvati seemed to be terrified, her face all white.
"S-sorry," Parvati replied, and swiped a brown hair out of her eyes, placing it delicately behind her ears. "I didn't realize that you were indisposed." She closed her eyes and was about to walk away when Harry looked down and snorted.
"They're bloody flannel pants!" Harry fumed, nearly laughing but still angry all the same. "It's not like I'm wearing nothing but a pair of underwear!"
Parvati returned and sighed. "Okay, sorry," she looked at his scar, clearly exposed in the moonlight. "I saw Luna crying today... did something happen?"
Oh, that girl just didn't know when to stop. She was really picking a nerve now. As if he would have made her cry!
Well... maybe a little.
"Why should you care if she was crying?" He shot at her, cruelty in his eyes. Normally Harry wasn't this moody... it just happened sometimes. "You're never sensitive for Luna. You spend half of your year just making fun of her."
Parvati raised her eyebrows and took a seat next to him. "Harry, you need to relax. She's your girlfriend—"but Harry cut her off.
"She's not my girlfriend," he said childishly.
"Whatever. You have somewhat of a relationship, however weird and gross it may be. She depends on you, and something must have happened to make her so depressed that she wept," Parvati. Oh, Parvati. Always finding a way to turn things negatively. "She tried to talk to me, but I walked away because she sneezed on my night gown."
Harry looked up. What a prude!
Suddenly the two heard a whack! on the door. It wasn't a knock. Oh, no.
It was a knife slashing away at the door.
"Wh-who is it?" Parvati asked nervously, crawling up by Harry's side. "Go away!"
Harry held her close, however much he despised the girl, and hugged her for comfort. She was shaking, and he had to admit, it must have been terrible to be a girl. Always scared of everything.
He stood up and took out his wand. "Go upstairs," he whispered to Parvati. "I'll stay here."
As the sandy-haired girl ran quietly up the stairs to the girls dormitory, Harry approached the door, leaning against it. "What do you want?" He muttered under his breath. Not knowing what to do, he opened the door and gasped. He'd been expecting Luna, for some reason. But it wasn't she.
"Hello," a man at the door said. He had dark hair and a dark complexion – Harry could tell that he was Arabic. His English, however, was quite good. "G'day, Harry Potter."
Harry shook his head and held up his wand. He'd defeated the Dark Lord many times, surely he could handle this pushover. "Who the bloody hell are you?" He had to sustain a chuckle.
"I," the man said, grinning in an amateur evil sort of way. "Am Aban Hakam – Lord Voldemort's most trusted advisor."
Harry raised his eyebrows unsurely. "But... that's Wormtail,"
Hakam shook his head. "Was Wormtail," he raised his wand as well, mimicking Harry. "He's dead now."
Harry didn't understand. He never could. These villains just didn't understand, did they?
He raised his wand all the same. "What do you want?"
Hakam smiled grimly. "Your mind,"
Harry laughed unsurely. "Sure..."
"Sure?"
"It means you're crazy,"
"Oh, in that case..." Hakam raised his wand and aimed a Tickling Charm on the boy. "Tell me where your mind is."
Was this man mad?! Well, of course he was, if he was working for Voldemort. But honestly, his mind?! "In my head!" Harry managed to squeal between gulps of laughter, writhing on the floor. "Where... else... would it be?!"
Hakam smiled once more. "Not your brain," he said, chuckling at Harry's pain. "Where does your mind lie?"
Harry was about to say 'Luna,' but luckily managed to stop himself. "Uh, the glass," Hakam darted immediately, and the spell broke. Harry was free.
((I'll write more later... my hands hurt... r&r so far))