Disclaimer: Not gonna say anything!
Warnings: LadyRaya is not in right now. Please leave a message at the beep. BEEP
In this Chappie: An attempt on Christine makes things more difficult for her friends and lover(soon-to-be lover). Uh-oh.
"A rose" said Harry. 'White.' he thought. "Mister Potter. I see you're awake." came a smooth, oily voice. Today, though, the voice was slightly cracked. "Yes Professor." said Harry. Professor Snape pulled up a chair next to Harry's bed. Harry qickly hid the rose under his sheets. If Professor Snape saw this, he hid it well. "I hear you're the one that saved Young Miss Winters' life." he said. "I saved her life?" asked Harry. "You have no idea to what extent her sickness goes, do you?" asked Snape. "No. I-I just thought that it was just something little." he said. " Potter, I think all this celebrity has crushed what little brian you had left." said Snape. Harry was silent. "I'll tell you how bad it is. When Christine was a little girl, no more than two or three, the Cartile Disease kicked in. It runs in her family. But, most of them were lucky enough to die before it got as bad as hers." he paused as if it was a bad memory that he had tried to block out. "Her father and I were good friends for a long time. She and her family were over at my house when all of a sudden, she fell over and said that she couldn't feel her legs. Her father just thought that it had fallen asleep when she was sitting down." he said. "But, her mother knew it was more than that. It was the beginnings of the Cartile Disease." he said. "From then on, she's been plauged with attacks. It's in the final stages now. If you had waited just a few seconds longer she could've died." he said. Harry was trying to take it all in. Snape's words echoed in his head. 'She could've died...plauged with attacks....knew it was more....when she was a little 've died.' "Potter? Potter?" said Snape, bringing Harry back to reality. "Did you hear me? I said, watch her. If she's alone, make sure that you follow her. Got me? If anything happens to her... She holds places in alot of hearts." he said. "Okay." said Harry. Snape sat back in his chair and said: "You like her, don't you?" "What?! Me like her? Impossible. Not right! No way!" said Harry. Snape just laughed. A real, geniuine laugh. "Of course. How irrational of me. " he said. "No way that someone like you would ever be interested in a smart, pretty, funny, girl like Christine. Simply unheard of." he said. "Er....." was all Harry said. "I thought so." said Professor Snape. "Well Potter. You'll be attending class tomorrow. So, get you're sleep. I don't want to catch you sleeping in my class tomorrow." he said as he turned to leave. "Yes Professor." said Harry. He laid back onto his pillow. 'Do I like her?' he thought. 'No. I can't. She's a Slytherin. I'm a Gryffindor. It's wrong.' he thought. 'Wait just a damn minute. Since when did I get to be such a damn prejudice? So what if we're in different houses. ' he thought. 'What am I saying???!!! I can't like her! She's rude and concited, and sarcastic. She's the female version of Malfoy. She's stuck-up, she's cocky. She's....pretty, intelligent, witty, caring about her friends. Funny. Why shouldn't I like her?' he thought. He groaned and brought his hands onto his face. " I 've got to be the only guy I know to argue with himself in his subconcious." he said into his hands. He fell into an uneasy sleep. No dreams. Just the memory of Chrisitne. Weak and tired of fighting . He didn't notice that the rose, once white and beautiful was not brown and dead. How could he know that that was a message.
Christine had been left alone to sleep. "Christine." came and evil voice. Smooth. Rich. Thick. Like honey. Poisoned honey. "Christine. Come to me. I won't hurt you." came the voice.
She opened her eyes. She got up. She knew that voice. She knew she should stay away. But, the voice was so hypmotizing. She walked to the large doors that led to the Hogwarts grounds.
"Yes. That's it Chrisitne. Just a little more. Come Christine. Join me." said the voice.
She was walking towards the Forbidden Forest. "More. More. More."
Just has a hooded figure was about to grab her, something(or someone) grabbed her from behined and threw her back. Something(or someone) else caught her. She snapped out of her trance . She screamed at what she saw. Hagrid was fighting what she saw as a very scary figure. She looked at who was holding her. "Draco!" she said. He was drawing his wand. "No. Let me." she said. "You're not strong enough." said Draco. But, Christine wasn't listening. She had raised her hand, and along with it the figure raised. She threw her hand towards the east and the figure dissapered. "What in tha world were ya thinkin'?" said Hagrid. "That's just it." said Chrisitne. "I wasn't. Thinking, that is." she said. "What?" said Draco, intelligently. "It was like, it wasn't me. Someone was inside my head. Willing me to walk." she said. "Let's get you back to Hogwarts." said Draco. As they were walking back, a voice said "Don't worry, pet. You will be mine. Don't you worry." "Did you hear that?" asked Christine, fear in her eyes. "
No." said Hagrid and Draco together. "I know I heard something." she said. "Alright. Alright. Sleep in my room tonight." said Draco. "You sure?" she asked. "Yeah." he said. "Thanks, Dracie" she said, hugging him like a child would do their bear or doll. "You're welcome." he said, hugging her back. As they headed back inside Hagrid said: "Christine, be careful. I'll watch out fer more suspicious characters. But, you should tell Dumbledor." he said. "Ok, Hagrid. I promise. I'll tell Uncle Albie. Goodnight." she said, hugging her old friend. "G'night, Chrissy." he said. They were down they corridor when she started to cough. But, it was over as fast as it came. "Are you ok?" asked the blonde looking concerned. "Yes. Yes." she said with a wave of her hand. They started to walk again. When the got inside the common room, she calapsed. "Christine? Christine!" said Draco. "I-I can't use my legs." she said, close to tears. He picked her up and ran up the stairs. He laid Christine down on the the couch. He rushed to the dresser and took out a frosted blue bottle. He ran back downstairs and gave the bottle to Christine. She gratefully drak the contents and threw the bottle down. It smashed into frosted blue shards. She moved one leg slithgtly. And then, the other. "I think I'll just sleep here tonight." she said. "No." said Draco. "Yes." said Christine. "Alright." he said. He walked up the stairs. And he came back down with two blankets and two pillows. He gave a blanket and pillow to her and put a blanket and pillow on an armchair. He rested Christine's head on the pillow and covered her with the blanket. "Thanks." she said. "Don't mention it." he said. They slept well that night. Looking out for eachother.
Okay. Wadda think? It's not one of my better chapters. A bit rushed. But, I like it. Suggestions? Comments? Complaints? Flames welcome, but not taken into consideration. Bye now!
Lov,
LR
Warnings: LadyRaya is not in right now. Please leave a message at the beep. BEEP
In this Chappie: An attempt on Christine makes things more difficult for her friends and lover(soon-to-be lover). Uh-oh.
"A rose" said Harry. 'White.' he thought. "Mister Potter. I see you're awake." came a smooth, oily voice. Today, though, the voice was slightly cracked. "Yes Professor." said Harry. Professor Snape pulled up a chair next to Harry's bed. Harry qickly hid the rose under his sheets. If Professor Snape saw this, he hid it well. "I hear you're the one that saved Young Miss Winters' life." he said. "I saved her life?" asked Harry. "You have no idea to what extent her sickness goes, do you?" asked Snape. "No. I-I just thought that it was just something little." he said. " Potter, I think all this celebrity has crushed what little brian you had left." said Snape. Harry was silent. "I'll tell you how bad it is. When Christine was a little girl, no more than two or three, the Cartile Disease kicked in. It runs in her family. But, most of them were lucky enough to die before it got as bad as hers." he paused as if it was a bad memory that he had tried to block out. "Her father and I were good friends for a long time. She and her family were over at my house when all of a sudden, she fell over and said that she couldn't feel her legs. Her father just thought that it had fallen asleep when she was sitting down." he said. "But, her mother knew it was more than that. It was the beginnings of the Cartile Disease." he said. "From then on, she's been plauged with attacks. It's in the final stages now. If you had waited just a few seconds longer she could've died." he said. Harry was trying to take it all in. Snape's words echoed in his head. 'She could've died...plauged with attacks....knew it was more....when she was a little 've died.' "Potter? Potter?" said Snape, bringing Harry back to reality. "Did you hear me? I said, watch her. If she's alone, make sure that you follow her. Got me? If anything happens to her... She holds places in alot of hearts." he said. "Okay." said Harry. Snape sat back in his chair and said: "You like her, don't you?" "What?! Me like her? Impossible. Not right! No way!" said Harry. Snape just laughed. A real, geniuine laugh. "Of course. How irrational of me. " he said. "No way that someone like you would ever be interested in a smart, pretty, funny, girl like Christine. Simply unheard of." he said. "Er....." was all Harry said. "I thought so." said Professor Snape. "Well Potter. You'll be attending class tomorrow. So, get you're sleep. I don't want to catch you sleeping in my class tomorrow." he said as he turned to leave. "Yes Professor." said Harry. He laid back onto his pillow. 'Do I like her?' he thought. 'No. I can't. She's a Slytherin. I'm a Gryffindor. It's wrong.' he thought. 'Wait just a damn minute. Since when did I get to be such a damn prejudice? So what if we're in different houses. ' he thought. 'What am I saying???!!! I can't like her! She's rude and concited, and sarcastic. She's the female version of Malfoy. She's stuck-up, she's cocky. She's....pretty, intelligent, witty, caring about her friends. Funny. Why shouldn't I like her?' he thought. He groaned and brought his hands onto his face. " I 've got to be the only guy I know to argue with himself in his subconcious." he said into his hands. He fell into an uneasy sleep. No dreams. Just the memory of Chrisitne. Weak and tired of fighting . He didn't notice that the rose, once white and beautiful was not brown and dead. How could he know that that was a message.
Christine had been left alone to sleep. "Christine." came and evil voice. Smooth. Rich. Thick. Like honey. Poisoned honey. "Christine. Come to me. I won't hurt you." came the voice.
She opened her eyes. She got up. She knew that voice. She knew she should stay away. But, the voice was so hypmotizing. She walked to the large doors that led to the Hogwarts grounds.
"Yes. That's it Chrisitne. Just a little more. Come Christine. Join me." said the voice.
She was walking towards the Forbidden Forest. "More. More. More."
Just has a hooded figure was about to grab her, something(or someone) grabbed her from behined and threw her back. Something(or someone) else caught her. She snapped out of her trance . She screamed at what she saw. Hagrid was fighting what she saw as a very scary figure. She looked at who was holding her. "Draco!" she said. He was drawing his wand. "No. Let me." she said. "You're not strong enough." said Draco. But, Christine wasn't listening. She had raised her hand, and along with it the figure raised. She threw her hand towards the east and the figure dissapered. "What in tha world were ya thinkin'?" said Hagrid. "That's just it." said Chrisitne. "I wasn't. Thinking, that is." she said. "What?" said Draco, intelligently. "It was like, it wasn't me. Someone was inside my head. Willing me to walk." she said. "Let's get you back to Hogwarts." said Draco. As they were walking back, a voice said "Don't worry, pet. You will be mine. Don't you worry." "Did you hear that?" asked Christine, fear in her eyes. "
No." said Hagrid and Draco together. "I know I heard something." she said. "Alright. Alright. Sleep in my room tonight." said Draco. "You sure?" she asked. "Yeah." he said. "Thanks, Dracie" she said, hugging him like a child would do their bear or doll. "You're welcome." he said, hugging her back. As they headed back inside Hagrid said: "Christine, be careful. I'll watch out fer more suspicious characters. But, you should tell Dumbledor." he said. "Ok, Hagrid. I promise. I'll tell Uncle Albie. Goodnight." she said, hugging her old friend. "G'night, Chrissy." he said. They were down they corridor when she started to cough. But, it was over as fast as it came. "Are you ok?" asked the blonde looking concerned. "Yes. Yes." she said with a wave of her hand. They started to walk again. When the got inside the common room, she calapsed. "Christine? Christine!" said Draco. "I-I can't use my legs." she said, close to tears. He picked her up and ran up the stairs. He laid Christine down on the the couch. He rushed to the dresser and took out a frosted blue bottle. He ran back downstairs and gave the bottle to Christine. She gratefully drak the contents and threw the bottle down. It smashed into frosted blue shards. She moved one leg slithgtly. And then, the other. "I think I'll just sleep here tonight." she said. "No." said Draco. "Yes." said Christine. "Alright." he said. He walked up the stairs. And he came back down with two blankets and two pillows. He gave a blanket and pillow to her and put a blanket and pillow on an armchair. He rested Christine's head on the pillow and covered her with the blanket. "Thanks." she said. "Don't mention it." he said. They slept well that night. Looking out for eachother.
Okay. Wadda think? It's not one of my better chapters. A bit rushed. But, I like it. Suggestions? Comments? Complaints? Flames welcome, but not taken into consideration. Bye now!
Lov,
LR