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Dragonfirechick – Yah, so Haylie isn't totally Mary-Sue, but she's close. Well, she's going to be at the end, anyway. About the Zodiac comment...I looked up different Zodiac traits and she is most like Cancer.
Author's note: (Sigh) Just one review? Oh well. Anyway, I hope everyone got the hint of Haylie's first name being 'Natasha'. If not, let me explain...Haylie is a werewolf. Also, I still need more people to approve of Haylie and Harry being hooked up.
Warning: This story is about to get much, much darker. Please tell me is I should bump it up to a PG-13 rating.
Secrets in the Shadows
Chapter 6: Lethifolds and Werewolves
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That evening, Haylie, Ron, Hermione, and Harry did some last minute studying for a Transfiguration test the next day. They studied for about an hour, and then all except Harry decided to turn in.
"You coming, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nah, I'm going to study a little bit more," Harry replied.
"Alright, just don't overwork yourself," he said, climbing up the stairs to the boys' dorm.
Haylie and Hermione also went up to their dorm with the rest of the girls.
Haylie got changed and climbed into bed. She kept the curtains open. One of her secrets that she kept from her new friends was that she was a claustrophobic. And for a good reason...her parents used to lock her up in their tiny store room. They fixed it with a steel door so she couldn't get out. But, like they said it was for her own good.
She closed her eyes, entering another fitful sleep.
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"It's all my fault," Haylie sobbed. "I killed her."
That night during dinner, Haylie emerged from her room and snuck into the kitchen. From a cabinet she pulled out a large, steak knife and went back into her room.
She gently laid the knife on her desk and plopped down on her bed. She was ready, but something was stopping her. Something telling her not to do it.
She sat in her desk chair and stared at the knife. If she did it now, no one could stop her.
She sat there for about a half-hour. Neither her mom nor her dad came in to stop her.
"I might as well get it over with." She whispered, teardrops running down her cheek. She picked up the blade with a trembling hand, laying it against her throat.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Haylie!" her dad cried, running over and grabbing the knife. She struggled, and in the process slicing her left cheek. Blood spilled onto her carpet.
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Haylie woke up with a start, running her fingers over the scar on her cheekbone. She took long, deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.
She quietly got out of bed, bringing her wand with her. She went down the staircase. A muffled voice coming from a desk in the corner stopped her. Her eyes widened in horror.
It looked like Harry was under a black cloak. But Harry was struggling against it, clawing at it, trying to throw it off. Haylie recognized it as a Lethifold. It was suffocating him. Suddenly, he fell limp.
Haylie was frozen in terror. Finally coming to her senses, her mind frantically searched for a way to throw this creature off of one of her only friends. She cursed, not remembering the spell, even though she had just studied it the other day. Suddenly, a vision of another dark cloak floated into her mind. A low, rattling sound emitted from its mouth.
"That's it!" she exclaimed, whipping out her wand.
No, Harry will not die, she thought resolutely. He's my friend...I can't let this happen...
Again...
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" she bellowed. A sliver, shimmering form of a wolf exploded from her wand. It grabbed the Lethifold in its jaws, ripping it off of Harry. The Lethifold flew across the room, flying out of an open window.
Haylie ran over to Harry, who was motionless. He was sitting lifelessly on the armchair, his head resting on the desk. He wasn't breathing.
Terrified, she shook his shoulders.
"Harry! C'mon, breathe! HARRY!"
His chest still didn't move. She yelled in frustration. She frantically thought of a way to get him to breathe. She lifted his upper body off the table and started to pound the space between his shoulder blades with the heel of her hand.
To her great relief, Harry gasped sharply, breathing in the much needed oxygen. He groaned, standing up and holding his head.
"Wha' 'appened?" he mumbled dizzily. Haylie pushed him back onto the armchair.
"Sit," she commanded. "You need to relax. A Lethifold attacked you. It's gone...my Patronus chased it off."
"Lethi-what?"
"Remember we had a piece of homework covering Lethifolds just a few days ago?"
"Oh, yah," he said. He started take short, shallow gasps. His eyes widened as he struggled to breathe.
"Harry, relax!" Haylie said, alarmed. "Take deep breaths. Relax." He did as she said and his breathing soon went back to normal.
"Wh-why did you come down?" Harry asked. "I mean, why'd you come down so late."
"I...had a bad dream," she said. "I was just going to stay down here for a while."
"Oh."
"Why were you down here studying so late?" Haylie asked.
"I wasn't," he replied. "I just fell asleep."
"You can finish your sleeping in your dorm. It's safer," she said, turning to walk back up to her own dorm.
"Safer?" Harry said. "What, do you think that...that someone let that Lethifold thing in?"
"Maybe," she said. "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
She climbed up the staircase, Harry following her. When the staircase spit, leading to the separate dorms, Harry grabbed Haylie's arm.
"What?" she asked.
"I just wanted to ask how you know how to perform the Patronus charm," he said. "You weren't in the DA, so how'd you learn?"
"Books..." she replied. "I've also seen some of the girls in our dorm practice it during the weekends. I perfected it over the summer. Being a 'shadow person' as I was the last 5 years, I pick up on a lot of stuff."
"Ah," Harry said. Haylie nodded and started up the staircase again.
"Haylie?" Haylie stopped once again.
"Yah?"
"Thanks. For saving my life."
"No problem," she said, smiling softly.
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The next two days were awesome. Gryffindor beat Slytherin 210-500 points in the Quidditch match. The best parts were when Haylie knocked out the Slytherin captain, and gave Malfoy a bloody nose when he was just about to grab the Snitch, allowing Harry to capture it and win the game.
One Friday, however, Haylie went through her classes with a heavy heart, dreading the night ahead.
That night, just as darkness fell, Haylie told Hermione, Harry, and Ron that she needed to speak to Professor Flitwick about a certain piece of homework.
She headed toward Flitwick's office until she knew the three were still in the common room and not following her. She then turned and proceeded toward the Headmaster's office.
When she got to the huge stone gargoyle guarding the entrance, she said, "Mars Bars", and climbed the staircase. When she came to the oak door leading into the Headmaster's office, she knocked three times on it.
Almost instantly the door opened.
"Good evening, Mrs. Damon," Dumbledore said, nodding toward her as he sat behind his desk. "I was just about to leave to speak with Professor Snape about something. Your potion is sitting on the table over there." He pointed to a steaming goblet on a small wooden stand on the other side of the room.
"Thank you, Professor," she said nodding.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a while," he told her, standing up and walking over to the door. He exited and closed the door behind him. Haylie sighed and picked up the goblet. She stared at it in repulsion, and then gulped it down.
"That stuff's sick," she said, her face scrunching up in disgust.
"Poor dear," one of the portraits said. "You're too young to be going through this type of thing."
"Maybe," Haylie replied. "But I'm used to it." She sat down on the floor near the window, waiting.
A few minutes later, the moon, full and bright, peaked out from behind the clouds.
When it came completely visible, Haylie started to feel sharp pains all over her body. The stinging grew in to almost unbearable pain as she felt her body changing shape. She had to grit her now sharpening teeth to keep from screaming. The potion may have kept her in control of her wolf self, but it didn't dull the pain at all.
When the transformation was complete, Haylie waited for the aching to subside before padding over to and lying down on some cushions in the corner. She curled up into a ball, tucking her tail under her chin.
Dragonfirechick – Yah, so Haylie isn't totally Mary-Sue, but she's close. Well, she's going to be at the end, anyway. About the Zodiac comment...I looked up different Zodiac traits and she is most like Cancer.
Author's note: (Sigh) Just one review? Oh well. Anyway, I hope everyone got the hint of Haylie's first name being 'Natasha'. If not, let me explain...Haylie is a werewolf. Also, I still need more people to approve of Haylie and Harry being hooked up.
Warning: This story is about to get much, much darker. Please tell me is I should bump it up to a PG-13 rating.
Secrets in the Shadows
Chapter 6: Lethifolds and Werewolves
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That evening, Haylie, Ron, Hermione, and Harry did some last minute studying for a Transfiguration test the next day. They studied for about an hour, and then all except Harry decided to turn in.
"You coming, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nah, I'm going to study a little bit more," Harry replied.
"Alright, just don't overwork yourself," he said, climbing up the stairs to the boys' dorm.
Haylie and Hermione also went up to their dorm with the rest of the girls.
Haylie got changed and climbed into bed. She kept the curtains open. One of her secrets that she kept from her new friends was that she was a claustrophobic. And for a good reason...her parents used to lock her up in their tiny store room. They fixed it with a steel door so she couldn't get out. But, like they said it was for her own good.
She closed her eyes, entering another fitful sleep.
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"It's all my fault," Haylie sobbed. "I killed her."
That night during dinner, Haylie emerged from her room and snuck into the kitchen. From a cabinet she pulled out a large, steak knife and went back into her room.
She gently laid the knife on her desk and plopped down on her bed. She was ready, but something was stopping her. Something telling her not to do it.
She sat in her desk chair and stared at the knife. If she did it now, no one could stop her.
She sat there for about a half-hour. Neither her mom nor her dad came in to stop her.
"I might as well get it over with." She whispered, teardrops running down her cheek. She picked up the blade with a trembling hand, laying it against her throat.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Haylie!" her dad cried, running over and grabbing the knife. She struggled, and in the process slicing her left cheek. Blood spilled onto her carpet.
{{{{}}}}
Haylie woke up with a start, running her fingers over the scar on her cheekbone. She took long, deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.
She quietly got out of bed, bringing her wand with her. She went down the staircase. A muffled voice coming from a desk in the corner stopped her. Her eyes widened in horror.
It looked like Harry was under a black cloak. But Harry was struggling against it, clawing at it, trying to throw it off. Haylie recognized it as a Lethifold. It was suffocating him. Suddenly, he fell limp.
Haylie was frozen in terror. Finally coming to her senses, her mind frantically searched for a way to throw this creature off of one of her only friends. She cursed, not remembering the spell, even though she had just studied it the other day. Suddenly, a vision of another dark cloak floated into her mind. A low, rattling sound emitted from its mouth.
"That's it!" she exclaimed, whipping out her wand.
No, Harry will not die, she thought resolutely. He's my friend...I can't let this happen...
Again...
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" she bellowed. A sliver, shimmering form of a wolf exploded from her wand. It grabbed the Lethifold in its jaws, ripping it off of Harry. The Lethifold flew across the room, flying out of an open window.
Haylie ran over to Harry, who was motionless. He was sitting lifelessly on the armchair, his head resting on the desk. He wasn't breathing.
Terrified, she shook his shoulders.
"Harry! C'mon, breathe! HARRY!"
His chest still didn't move. She yelled in frustration. She frantically thought of a way to get him to breathe. She lifted his upper body off the table and started to pound the space between his shoulder blades with the heel of her hand.
To her great relief, Harry gasped sharply, breathing in the much needed oxygen. He groaned, standing up and holding his head.
"Wha' 'appened?" he mumbled dizzily. Haylie pushed him back onto the armchair.
"Sit," she commanded. "You need to relax. A Lethifold attacked you. It's gone...my Patronus chased it off."
"Lethi-what?"
"Remember we had a piece of homework covering Lethifolds just a few days ago?"
"Oh, yah," he said. He started take short, shallow gasps. His eyes widened as he struggled to breathe.
"Harry, relax!" Haylie said, alarmed. "Take deep breaths. Relax." He did as she said and his breathing soon went back to normal.
"Wh-why did you come down?" Harry asked. "I mean, why'd you come down so late."
"I...had a bad dream," she said. "I was just going to stay down here for a while."
"Oh."
"Why were you down here studying so late?" Haylie asked.
"I wasn't," he replied. "I just fell asleep."
"You can finish your sleeping in your dorm. It's safer," she said, turning to walk back up to her own dorm.
"Safer?" Harry said. "What, do you think that...that someone let that Lethifold thing in?"
"Maybe," she said. "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
She climbed up the staircase, Harry following her. When the staircase spit, leading to the separate dorms, Harry grabbed Haylie's arm.
"What?" she asked.
"I just wanted to ask how you know how to perform the Patronus charm," he said. "You weren't in the DA, so how'd you learn?"
"Books..." she replied. "I've also seen some of the girls in our dorm practice it during the weekends. I perfected it over the summer. Being a 'shadow person' as I was the last 5 years, I pick up on a lot of stuff."
"Ah," Harry said. Haylie nodded and started up the staircase again.
"Haylie?" Haylie stopped once again.
"Yah?"
"Thanks. For saving my life."
"No problem," she said, smiling softly.
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The next two days were awesome. Gryffindor beat Slytherin 210-500 points in the Quidditch match. The best parts were when Haylie knocked out the Slytherin captain, and gave Malfoy a bloody nose when he was just about to grab the Snitch, allowing Harry to capture it and win the game.
One Friday, however, Haylie went through her classes with a heavy heart, dreading the night ahead.
That night, just as darkness fell, Haylie told Hermione, Harry, and Ron that she needed to speak to Professor Flitwick about a certain piece of homework.
She headed toward Flitwick's office until she knew the three were still in the common room and not following her. She then turned and proceeded toward the Headmaster's office.
When she got to the huge stone gargoyle guarding the entrance, she said, "Mars Bars", and climbed the staircase. When she came to the oak door leading into the Headmaster's office, she knocked three times on it.
Almost instantly the door opened.
"Good evening, Mrs. Damon," Dumbledore said, nodding toward her as he sat behind his desk. "I was just about to leave to speak with Professor Snape about something. Your potion is sitting on the table over there." He pointed to a steaming goblet on a small wooden stand on the other side of the room.
"Thank you, Professor," she said nodding.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a while," he told her, standing up and walking over to the door. He exited and closed the door behind him. Haylie sighed and picked up the goblet. She stared at it in repulsion, and then gulped it down.
"That stuff's sick," she said, her face scrunching up in disgust.
"Poor dear," one of the portraits said. "You're too young to be going through this type of thing."
"Maybe," Haylie replied. "But I'm used to it." She sat down on the floor near the window, waiting.
A few minutes later, the moon, full and bright, peaked out from behind the clouds.
When it came completely visible, Haylie started to feel sharp pains all over her body. The stinging grew in to almost unbearable pain as she felt her body changing shape. She had to grit her now sharpening teeth to keep from screaming. The potion may have kept her in control of her wolf self, but it didn't dull the pain at all.
When the transformation was complete, Haylie waited for the aching to subside before padding over to and lying down on some cushions in the corner. She curled up into a ball, tucking her tail under her chin.