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Dragonfirechick – I agree...he is hot...;)
Author's Note: One review again. (sigh) Oh well. You can't have everything you want in life. Oh, and since no one other then Caitlin Cat and Dragonfirechick agreed on the Harry/Haylie pairing, I'm going to with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or the song that's going to appear in this chapter. It belongs to Jung Min. Whoever that is
Secrets in the Shadows
Chapter 8: Harry's Shrink
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The week before the dance (which was on a Saturday, of course) was tense, especially for the boys. So many girls were brewing love potions (which are against the rules if you didn't know), that the teachers just gave up when they saw a student sneaking a vial of hot pink liquid into their crush's pumpkin juice.
To Harry's dismay, a good amount of girls were eyeing him all week, and so he got into the habit of bringing a flask of pumpkin juice (like Mad-Eye) to keep them from accidentally 'slipping' some of the love potion into his goblet. Actually, a lot of the boys started doing that.
Harry was lounging in the common room on Wednesday evening, looking through notes and waiting for Hermione to finish double-checking his work. Suddenly, Ron came bursting out of the boys' dorm with a mixture of amusement and anger on his face (which was quite an odd expression). He skidded to a stop in front of Harry, who was looking extremely confused.
"What going on, Ron?" he asked.
"Look what Fred n' George sent me!" he replied, shoving a purple envelope in his face. "I don't know how you're going to react, 'Arry, but..." Harry just took the envelope, and opened it. To his shock, it flew up into the air...and began to sing (to the theme of Hakuna Matata):
"Avada Kedavra
What a horrible phrase!
Avada Kedavra
You'll see a big green blaze
Before you realize
That's the end of your days
It's Voldy's moral-free
Malignity!
Avada Kedavra!"
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, and listened to the singing envelope. Somehow, whoever made this odd object got Ron and Harry's voice to sing it.
"Ron: Yeah, take Harry for example. (sings) Before he was at Hogwarts!
Harry: (opera style) Before I was at Hogwaaaaaarts!
Ron: (pained) Lovely, Harry
Harry: (spoken) Thanks
Ron: His parents were nice, young Lily and James
A great witch and wizard with a well-known name
Harry: Then Voldemort came- Through our door he burst
And he killed them, with that one atrocious curse
And oh!- the pain!
(Ron: Yes, he was in pain)
Harry: Thought of changing my name!
(Ron: Oh, what's in a name?)
Harry: 'Till I went to Hogwarts...
(Ron: Where did you go?)
Harry: It's located in-
Ron: Harry! Not in front of the muggles!
(pause)
Avada Kedavra
What a horrible phrase!
Avada Kedavra
You'll see a big green blaze
Before you realize
That's the end of your days!
It's Voldy's moral-free
Malignity
Avada Kedavra!!!!"
The envelope dropped back onto Harry's lap. Most people started laughing and giggling, saying it must be a Weasley Wizard Wheezes product. Ron, still worried what Harry's reaction might be, stood nervously beside the armchair where Harry was sitting. For a moment, Harry just sat there with no expression on his face.
To everyone's shock, the fireplace, which was previously empty, flashed into a huge inferno. As the flames licked the sides of the fireplace, Harry stood up, knocking over the chair violently. Tiny, yet bright flashes of green flames were flaring off the sides of his eyes and hands.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?" he yelled as the room went dead silent. "THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT IT! THERE'S NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ANYTHING! NOT ANYMORE. DON'T YOU KNOW WE'RE IN A WAR??? VOLDEMORT KILLED MY PARENTS AND THOSE IDIOTS JUST MADE FUN OF IT! DO YOU THINK IT WOULD BE FUNNY IF HE KILLED YOUR PARENTS? WOULD YOU???"
Harry breathed heavily after that outburst. He glared daggers at the frightened crowd, and simply said, "Out."
Everyone, including Ron and Hermione cleared out immediately. When the last terrified first year went up to his dorm, he slumped into another armchair, putting his head in his hands. He sat there for God knows how long.
"That was quite an impression you made there," a soft, timid voice said.
He whipped his head up, glaring at the person who interrupted his reverie. He saw it was Haylie, arms crossed tightly across her chest, a worried expression on her face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked sharply.
"This is the Gryffindor common room, is it not?" she snapped right back. "I have every right to be here."
"What were you doing?"
"Watching you."
"Why?"
"Dunno," she shrugged. She sat on the arm of his chair. "So...what do you think everyone thinks of you now?"
"What are you? A shrink?" Harry asked, glaring at her. Haylie got off of the armchair and put her hands on her hips.
"No! I think you need more then a shrink, Mr. Potter," she teased. He scowled at her. Haylie sighed.
"Yah, yah, I know," she said, rolling her eyes. "'There's nothing to laugh about anymore! Don't you know there's a war going on?!?!'"
She sighed again.
"I know how you feel, Harry..."
"NO YOU DON'T!" he shouted, his anger growing again. "I'M SICK OF PEOPLE TELLING ME THAT! NOBODY KNOWS HOW I FEEL! NOBODY!"
Haylie's face flushed red, her blood rising with her voice.
"How do you know that? You know nothing of me! Nothing!" she spat. "You have no idea what it feels like, living in the shadows, living with the guilt that..."
She suddenly cut herself off, realizing she was saying a little too much.
"Never mind. I guess you don't care about anybody but yourself," she said darkly, turning to go. Harry grabbed her arm, clenching it tightly, hand shaking with anger.
"That's not true," Harry growled. "Take that back."
Haylie clenched her jaw, and said coldly, "Let go of me."
"Take it back."
"Let go of me!"
"TAKE IT BACK!"
"EXPELLIARUMUS!" Haylie shouted, whipping out her wand. Harry stumbled back a few feet, catching himself before he fell over. When he steadied himself, he stared at Haylie in shock. She seemed pretty surprised herself.
"S-Sorry," she stuttered. "I'm sorry Harry...I-I just lost control."
Before he could say anything, she turned on her heel and flew up the stairs.
Author's note: Yah, that was pretty short, but I wanted to post, but my sister was bugging me to get off. Dammit.
P.S.- School has started, but I'll try to update as often as possible.