Discy: On Chapter 2, not default chapter or first chapter, but Chapter 2!
This is yet again for Ariel:
Soz, pal! But I THINK that apparently Emma Watson is currently going out with Tom Felton! Can you believe that! They went to the Scooby Doo premier together, and plenty of other stuff as well as the Disney Kids awards Final! She also said that her fave part in Prisoner of Azkaban is when she gets to hit Tom. Lame.
NEways, soz to:
Ashley: Sorry! I accidentally put your name as Holly, soz! Thanks for the site though coz I checked it out and it is really WICKED!
The rest of the reviewers are mentioned at the bottom of the page. In a 2-3 chapters time, I will give you a quick recap on the characters name, so you keep on track. Enjoy the new chapter!
*Chapter 8*
*********Shopping*********
"I can't believe I'm saying this but shopping is really boring. This village has nothing great to buy. Hey, Parv, do you wanna do something interesting?"
"Um, okay," Parvati peered curiously at Lavender, she was up to something.
"Seamus taught me something while I was out with him last night."
"He's trouble
Lav, and you know it, why didn't you just go with Ron, he isn't that bad you
know?"
"Don't you remember what Trelawney said - about red haired freaks?"
"Um, no, not really."
"Forget it."
Parvati seemed relieved that Lavender had changed her mind so abruptly; usually she would put up a lot of good arguments. Then again, come to think of it, had she?
Parvati's thoughts were cut off as she and Lavender heard three voices shrieking behind them.
"I think Shah Rukh Khan is soooo fit!" A bold and loud voice shot out of a teenage girl, seventeen to be precise.
"Yeah, I totally agree," A rather gentle looking person added with a soft expression.
"What, or WHO are you peeps talking about? Stop confusing me with this Sharoocan person." A short girl, though the same age as the others, with soft blonde hair and a slender figure, piped out a surprisingly hyper voice.
"Shah Rukh Khan!" Two voices sounded simultaneously.
"Anyways, I think that this dress (orange topaz, sleeveless, body hugging, etc) would look great in a movie with – "
"Don't even think about mentioning his name, Riana. First of all I don't know – no wait, that's it, I just don't know him." The blonde haired girl shouted again, hands on her hips.
Riana looked insulted, she had just been interrupted and now she just heard that her best friend knew nothing about her obsession.
"Um, maybe you shouldn't have said that Leah," The other gentle girl whispered into Leah's ear, though amused at the reddening face of Riana.
"Aurora, hide me," Leah hid behind Aurora, who jumped out of Riana's way as she charged at Leah.
"What do you
mean you've never heard of him, I wasn't even gonna say his name anyway? Leah!
Don't you try and kick me! Hey – "
"Um, sorry to interrupt, but can we just buy that stupid dress and get out of here before we all get kicked out?" Aurora spoke up, not just for what she said but also to save Leah from getting creamed.
"Good point," Riana decided, "And Leah, I was gonna say Julian Mc – "
"Not the guy who plays Cole Turner in Charmed (A/N: TV Series)? I mean he is so ugly, I think Darrel is much better than him." Leah counter-attacked. She quickly covered up her mouth as if afraid of what she just said. She slowly turned to face Riana and saw that she was staring sharp and murderous daggers at her. That was all she did fortunately as they were about to pay for the dress robe.
"So, why are buying this dress anyway?" Leah asked once they paid.
"Leah! Don't you know? Voltaire said that there was going to be a Halloween Ball on the thirty-first. And that is only a week away. Come to thin of it, we need to get you a dress robe, Aurora's already got one (A/N: amethyst silk)," Riana determinedly decided.
They resumed to looking in the racks and Leah put the bag, with the dress robe in, on the side.
Lavender glanced quickly at the bag and back up to the trio. She seized another shopping bag and stuffed with a dress robe from the rack, one that had not been paid for.
"I know you so wanted that dress, Parvati, but you didn't have enough money," Lavender rushed off before Parvati could protest.
Lavender then came back, as quickly as she had left, and a satisfied smile played on her face. She grabbed Parvati's hand and dragged her out of the store.
"Lav, I really didn't want this dress."
A very worried and terrified look on Parvati's face brought Lavender's attention.
"Of course you did."
"No, I didn't. Can we go and give this back before they come out?"
"Look, if you're not going to have it, it's mi – "Lavender broke off as she saw something drilling into her head.
Hermione stood with a dangerous white-hot ball of light on the end of her wand.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here. An idiot destroying another person's opportunity."
Lavender felt her head aching with pain, she should have stopped staring at the globe ages ago. But she only looked at it for two seconds so why was her eyesight beginning to blur? Never look at the Sun. Never look at the Sun. Never look at the Sun. Somehow those five words kept ringing in her head. The Sun! That's what was on the end of the wand, a piece of the Sun!
She snapped her eyes away from the light before she became totally blind, she peered slightly to her right – Parvati wasn't there. Lavender glanced slightly to her left hand aware that Hermione was coming closer – the bag wasn't there either. Parvati must have taken the bag back to those idiotic girls, but how could she have done it so fast, Hermione just appeared about two seconds ago?
"I hope you've learnt a lesson from this, remember, I'm not Ron and I'm the smartest girl in Hogwarts."
The pain had reached an ultimate climax but the moment Hermione had finished her sentence, it was gone. Lavender opened her eyes a crack and saw that nothing was remained of the white light or Hermione. Where did she go?
As she exposed her eyes to the world, she became alert that the effect from the light had made her sight blur, it seemed that this effect was there to stay. Lavender's eyes stung with warm tears, not only did she now have consistently watering eyes, but she seemed to need glasses (A/N: this is not a nice problem to have though folks!). But maybe she can escape with contacts. What will Seamus think of me as – four eyes? He hates boffins not to mention Granger.
*********Distressed*********
"No. No this can not be happening, it truly can't," Hermione sniffled. This whole day had gone quite badly and now the friggin' night was turning out to be a nightmare.
Ron simply sat by Harry's side, face ghostly white and lips frozen, thin and white. He immediately got up, startling Hermione, and left the room. Hermione's face was beetroot red, her cheeks had a crusty layer of salt as tears had consistently run done her face. Madam Promfrey walked into the room with Professor Voltaire and Dumbledore behind him.
"This is terrible, I vould have known if there were genies in this school, honestly, I vould have."
"Not at all a problem, Philipus, I know that even as a headmaster, you will never know all the facts of the school. More mysteries lie within these walls I assure you…."
Dumbledore peered down at Harry's motionless body, Harry had know been lying there all night and a slight stubble was appearing on his disturbingly grey chin. The bright light that usually stood out in his eyes went out. His face looked solemn and aged more than ever, he closed his eyes for a minute or so and opened them to reveal his awaited answer.
"I am afraid he is – "
"No, he isn't."
Dumbledore turned round to see where the voice came from.
"No he isn't, he's fine," Ron came back into the room and had finally gotten out of his trance, the colour had already started to come back to his cheeks. He looked a lot less frightened than he was before.
"Ron, would it kill you to talk sense sometimes?" Hermione asked, while holding herself back from biting his head off – Ron had stepped on her foot. God knows how many times people have done that to her. That's five times in two days, she thought.
"How do you know that Harry is not dead, Mr Weasly? This is important, boy, I want the truth," Dumbledore had a fresh blaze of fire printed within his eyes.
"Truth is…. I am a whitelighter."
"A What!" Voltaire and Hermione cried in unison.
"A whitelighter." Dumbledore spoke this time, his blazing eyes calmed down to a trickling waterfall, but this changed to a worrying look, "How long did you know this information for? To be a whitelighter you must be –"
"Dead," Ron finished Dumbledore's sentence for him.
*********An Argument*********
Hermione was still in disbelief at what she had just heard, whitelighters? Whitelighters were angels? Dumbledore had explained that whitelighters did not change their appearance, although a selected few did. That would mean what exactly?
Hang on did he mean that when some people died and became whitelighters, they did not change their appearance from when they died – not like blood through a chest or bullets through a head – but age and so on.
That meant not only Harry dead but also Ron, only he was back alive and well again. This was beginning to make her head hurt. But Ron had said Harry was fine and in a couple of days he would be back – alive.
Her trails of thoughts were interrupted as Draco walked into the room.
"Hey Dr –"
Draco ignored Hermione and slammed his bedroom door, stopping Hermione in the middle of her sentence.
Hermione felt a sudden urge of anger build inside, how dare he just walk past. She decided that she would find out what was wrong with him. Hermione tiptoed up the staircase and put her ear against his door.
"Well, how's Potty? Did my genie hurt him or what?" Parkinson's voice echoed through the room. How did she get – wait, this school has no protection against apparation.
"No! Not only did it hurt him but it killed him," Draco's voice sounded calm and easy going rather than angry or worried.
"Oooh! Worked better than I thought. And Hermione, what are you doing? She should have been finished by now."
"Look Parkinson – "
"Excuse me! My first name please."
"Parkinson! I told you we are through but I must do what father says."
"That's a good boy," Hermione heard a loud pop, suggesting that she had gone.
Hermione eyes were wide with fright, what was going on? She suddenly heard an even louder pop, was that Draco leaving or Parkinson coming back?
THWACK! She felt something heavy land on her head. Her ear began to slip away from the door and she fell down the stairs, all she needed now was a good rest.
"Granger! No! I lov –" That voice seemed so distant now. In fact, she didn't even know whom that voice belonged to….who cares? I just need some sleep.
A/N: Hey peeps! Holly, Harry will come next chappy I think. And lessons are finally starting in the next chapter (after ten days from arriving in Russia). Phew! This is hard work so I want A LOT OF REVIEWS FROM YOU PEOPLE! Make sure you read the story first though. I am not that sad. NO! I am not. Thanks to these reviewers:
Aquariel: Thanks so much for your constant reviews, mates. (Read their story, it's really good!)
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Rebecca89: Thanks for your review, too! I read and reviewed your story, kay!
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