Hay guys I think I scared everyone yet again...do you not like me
anymore? Oh well I don't like you either...NO I LOVE YOU I SWEAR! Come
back...please...guys?
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Desiree:
"Ooh I like it...try this one!" Packey giggled grabbing another shirt out of our shopping to try with my new beloved khakis.
"Na...too...shiny..." I shrugged still looking at my self in the mirror...god I' scrawny...to scrawny...
"Ookay what about this one?" She held up a yellow blouse with a slimly face on it.
"No...its too...you" I replied reaching into the shopping bag and pulling out a navy, sparkly shirt with a indigo belt holding the top together. "Oh how 'bout this?" I put in on and turn so she could see.
"Yes...I think that's the one...good color and it shows off cleavage..." she smiled and pressed her arms together trying to make her breasts look bigger.
I blushed pulling my top up a little "I don't know it's a bit...small" she was right it looked great with my white hip huggers and blue high- heeled sandals...but it was a tad provocative...for my first day at school.
"Oh be quiet...here try on the cloak!" she handed me my light blue cloak and smiled "looks great...my turn!"
I laughed as we started the entire thing over. It took about an hour but we finally decided on a yellow tub-top and faded bell-bottoms with yellow thong-sandals and an orange cloak...she likes bright colors...(rolls eyes)
"Ok time for granny war paint!" that's her name for make-up...(rolls eyes again) "Sooo...what's with you an the black hair green eyes guy...he's hot but you got a little...if you know what I mean"
"Don't look into it the guy saved my life...I had to help him..." I replied gently rolling on my foundation.
"Shut-up!" she yelled looking up from her "granny paint", which was only partially covering her face so she looked in the vein of some thing out of tales from the crypt. "I saw the way you looked at him! All 'googol eyed'!"
"Whatever...think what you want...your wrong...I told you I'm by no means getting into that 'boy shit' again..." I started puffing powder carelessly onto my face.
"Humph...liar...anywayzzz wasn't that other scarier guy your dad?" she asked starting on her eyeliner that she always wore bulky so it made her eyes look big.
"I don't have a dad..." I said nonchalantly "I was a test tube baby."
"Des...you forget..." she said looking up with her gigantic, misty, sapphire eyes.
"What?"
"I'm your daddy...you know why?" she smirked evilly.
"No...do tell"
"CUZ I DID YOUR MAMA! YOUR MAMA! HAHAHAHAHA" she laughed teasingly humping air (I sure know how to pick friends).
"Shut your hole. You nipple faced hoe fucking bag!" I yelled back through my laughs before tossing a cushion at her.
"Your mama wouldn't like that very much..."
"And how would you know?"
"I asked her"
"Liar you don't knoooow my mama"
"That's what you think" and an additional pillow pummeled Packey in the face.
Harry:
Finally, everyone with the exception of Ron and Hermione had left. For a while I just sat an thought...I felt like...it was starting all over again...the hurting...only this time it was Voldemort hurting my friends and me.
"Harry? You wanted to tell us something?" Hermione piped up tenderly turning me away from my musings.
"Ooh ya check out this book...Lockhart gave it to me." I grabbed the book off the table and handed it promptly to her. Then turn back to my thoughts only to have them upset again.
"Lockhart! He's still here?!" Ron bellowed.
"Ooh...how is he?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"He's there...well not entirely..." I sighed remembering him skipping along the corridor.
"Was he ever?" Ron snorted. Hermione huffed opening the book.
I shrugged "lord knows."
"What page?" Hermione asked directly her voice thick with anger at the 'injustices' of what we were saying.
"Er...400...I think..." I felt a little bad for upsetting her.
"Angels?" she questioned "so?"
I sighed, "it perfectly describes the girl that I saw in Diagon Alley!"
She paused scanning the page "Ooh your right...but that's unfeasible!"
"Why?" Ron said leaning over to look at the book.
"I herd there all wiped out!" she snapped the book shut "I need to go look at something, can I borrow this Harry?"
"Er...sure." I replied and she rose up and fled from the room.
"Barking mad..." Ron said shacking his head as if pitying her.
Desiree:
My hair is strait and long...really long and blond; I don't think I've ever really cut it. I like it long, so the bangs hang down trimly covering my face; I like to be able to hide in it, or let it bend around my features, like a warm blanket. I stood starring into the mirror. I'm not pretty...just normal...Packey says I'm gorgeous...but if that's true why am I so alone?
I have big eyes, big and brown...hazel. There spiky...almost Chinese looking. I breathed a sigh. Closing my eyes slowly and letting them flicker open again. No...I'm not normal...I'm Desiree...If you think I'm normal you must have me confused with someone else.
Who is this so called normal anyway? Why is everyone always looking to be like it or him or her? Why is Normal so special? If I ever me normal I punch it just like all its little associates regular, typical, ordinary, usual and average.
"Des?" Packey stumbled in looking content with herself.
"Ya?" I sighed turning to her and pulling my hair back so I could slip it into a half ponytail.
"The train should be leaving any minute...can you...you know?" she smiled flapping here arms like wings.
"I dunno Pack its kinda dangerous isn't it?" I pondered, it was risky to fly at a time like this, and it wouldn't work out for Mr. D (Dumbledore) to know.
"Well...isn't everything we do dangerous? That's what makes it fun right?" she looked at me hopefully. "besides it would be worse if the other kids noticed we didn't ride the train right? And we need to look at least a little normal..." she paused to hear my opinion.
"Ooh...fine...but Mr. D is gonna have a freak'en cow!" I said grabbing her around the waist and throwing my self backwards out the nearest window. We plummeted freefalling to the ground. It was a glorious feeling to fall. The ground rushing to meet me, I pushed my head back so the wind could comb my hair with its gentle wispy fingers.
"Uh Des...Desiree that ground is getting a little close... DesaaaAAAAH!" Just as we were inches from the ground I tightened the muscles on my shoulder blades and felt my white feathery wings sprout and stretch lifting us in a sharp turn towards the sky. Once we were steady Packey wriggled on to my back and smacked me on the head "you ass...I almost wet myself".
Harry:
The Train stood smoking on its rail, I walked back and forth, Ron at my side looking for Hermione. I'd been staying with Ron for a while now and still we hadn't seen Hermione since the Hospital. "Bet she's already on the train." I said, "Lets find some where to sit"
So we climbed on and walked back to our usual place... that was...empty? "Were is she?" Ron mumbled setting his stuff down on the seat.
"Don't worry she'll be here..." I gave him a reassuring look before setting my stuff down opposite from him. "This is Hermione were talking about she would never miss the train!"
"Suppose you right...you wanna play a bit of chess while we wait?" he asked changing the topic. I nodded as he pulled out a chess set. We played for a bit in silence and then Ron got a bit fidgety.
"So you...alright...you know after...everything and...stuff?" he asked quietly avoiding my gaze. "Not to be nosey...just...I'm...I dunno..."
"Worried?"
"A bit"
"Don't be...I'm fine Ron...are YOU alright?" annoyance at being reminded of such things threatened to scrunch up my eyebrows and drag me from the compartment.
"Your fine! Fine? How do you do it Harry? You've had your death foretold a hundred times and still...you're fine? ...and your actually asking me how I am?!" He was staring at me now, chess forgotten. "Do you just not care? Or are you hiding something? I don't get you sometimes...everyone around you is already grieving your death and still you say your fine?!"
"Yep...dandy"
"Whatever Harry...If you need to talk I'm here"
"Check Mate"
Just then the compartment door flew open and Hermione dragged her stuff in "Hi all". We grunted our greetings and she came over and gave us both a peck on the cheak. "Why so glum? Did you two get in a fight already?"
"Harry beat me at chess..." Ron mumbled looking out the window."
"Did you Harry?" She laughed excitedly.
"Ron wasn't really concentrating all that much." I sighed "He was to busy giving me a lecture on how to feel."
She sighed knowingly as the train began to move "He's not the only one worried Harry...Everyone is...you've kept so many secrets from us how do we know there aren't more?"
"You don't, because they're mine to keep and mine to tell." My eyes burned I couldn't take it anymore I needed to go...anywhere...
"Harry? Oh Harry I'm sorry...Please come back..." Hermione Pleaded as I stormed out of the compartment and slammed the door, It was only then I noticed the drying tears on my face...I was such a fool! I'd cried like a child right in front of them! My fist collided roughly with the door opposite ours sending shards of glass raining into the compartment, whose occupants screamed in surprise.
I stormed down the isle blood dripping steadily down my hand and leaving a tinny dark trail on the ground. I saw a compartment, it was empty...perfect. I walked in and closed the door opening the window door on the other side.
Bellow the ground flew past in a blur. This was it the boy who lived...on the edge. I leaned over letting the wind whip fiercely at my face, sucking the tears away in sparkling gusts. And then I leaned to far my bleeding hand lost its grip and just as I Fell...A hand grasped me firmly around the waist and my head was bashed against a soft warm shoulder. But that was all I felt before the world once again was black.
Desiree:
It was windy, which was good because we'd missed the train and to catch it I'd have to use every thermal I could get. My wings burned, I hadn't used them in so long, and I didn't know how much longer they would hold me especially with Packey's fat ass on my back.
"There! Look I see it! HURRY!!!" She yelled in my ear, I pumped my wings harder speeding up for a dive; I just hope there is an open window...(gulp)
We came up beside the train and I saw him...Messy black hair, brilliant green eyes, gentle features and he was standing in an open door as if waiting for us, and so I dived. We raced down, Packey pressed her self against my back and we gained speed, Just as we were about there ...He fell.
I grabbed him roughly around the waist and the three of us fell in a heap to the ground. My head collided with his and the world fell into darkness.
Harry:
I awoke lying on the ground, a soft comforting wait on my chest. A girl with long blond hair, her head resting just under my chin. Silky golden hair flowed like water over my right arm, she breathed in a slow rhythm, one of her arms was still rapped tightly around my waist; some how I wasn't uncomfortable, her touch didn't send queasy shivers down my back, she was just there like a warm blanket, holding me.
"Uh hi there Mr. Guy, sorry about dive bombing you..." Startled I looked up. Upside down against the back wall was a short, groggy looking, girl, with short blond hair, and huge blue eyes. She turned over and looked me up and down her eyes resting on her fallen Friend... "oh hope I'm not...interrupting anything...Des...Hay!" she yanked off one of her shoes and tossed it at the girls head "Wake up"
She started and then rolled off me and rubbed her head "Oooh...My freak'en head" she mumbled, "did we make the train?"
"Uh ya...and you made a new friend too" the shorter girl answered.
"Hi" she grumbled raising one hand to wave at me "I'm De...sir...eee...Desiree...Can you...get your butt off my hand sir?"
I blushed and jumped up. "Sorry...I'm Harry"
"I'm Packey!" piped in the shorter girl.
"Shut up Pack...your voice...ouch...my head" Desiree mumbled "What were you doing with the door open Meeester?"
"Uh...fresh...air?"
"Sure...what's your last name?" Desiree.
"What's yours?" Me.
"I...Asked you...ones...fon...First...you...wet nurse" Desiree.
"My last names Darnel!" Packey
"I asked you second" Me.
"So?" Desiree.
"I'm not telling till you do" Me.
"I'm not telling at all!" Desire
"fine" Me.
"Fine" Desiree
"Fine" Me
"FINE" Packey.
"Shut up Packey" Desiree.
"Okay" Packey.
"What's your last name?" Desiree.
"Not telling" Me.
"Harry and Des sitt'en in a tree..." Packey
"Packey?" Desiree
"What?" Packey.
"Nock, Nock" Desiree.
"Oh I love these...who's there?" Packey
"Shut-your-fucking-face" Desiree
"That's not funny...Wait ...HEY!" Packey
"Potter! My last name is POTTER!" me.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Harry Potter" Desiree
"Hee, Hee Hairy Potty..." Packey.
"Shut up" Desiree and me.
"What's yours" me.
"I'llllllll NeVeeeeR TEEEEELlllLLLL!" Desiree
"Great" Me.
"Lets all be friends for ever..." Packey
"Packey...For the last time we are trying to argue now shut your FACE!" Desiree.
"I though you loved me!" Packey
"PACKEY!"
"Okay, Okay! Keep your hair on..."
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"Ooh I like it...try this one!" Packey giggled grabbing another shirt out of our shopping to try with my new beloved khakis.
"Na...too...shiny..." I shrugged still looking at my self in the mirror...god I' scrawny...to scrawny...
"Ookay what about this one?" She held up a yellow blouse with a slimly face on it.
"No...its too...you" I replied reaching into the shopping bag and pulling out a navy, sparkly shirt with a indigo belt holding the top together. "Oh how 'bout this?" I put in on and turn so she could see.
"Yes...I think that's the one...good color and it shows off cleavage..." she smiled and pressed her arms together trying to make her breasts look bigger.
I blushed pulling my top up a little "I don't know it's a bit...small" she was right it looked great with my white hip huggers and blue high- heeled sandals...but it was a tad provocative...for my first day at school.
"Oh be quiet...here try on the cloak!" she handed me my light blue cloak and smiled "looks great...my turn!"
I laughed as we started the entire thing over. It took about an hour but we finally decided on a yellow tub-top and faded bell-bottoms with yellow thong-sandals and an orange cloak...she likes bright colors...(rolls eyes)
"Ok time for granny war paint!" that's her name for make-up...(rolls eyes again) "Sooo...what's with you an the black hair green eyes guy...he's hot but you got a little...if you know what I mean"
"Don't look into it the guy saved my life...I had to help him..." I replied gently rolling on my foundation.
"Shut-up!" she yelled looking up from her "granny paint", which was only partially covering her face so she looked in the vein of some thing out of tales from the crypt. "I saw the way you looked at him! All 'googol eyed'!"
"Whatever...think what you want...your wrong...I told you I'm by no means getting into that 'boy shit' again..." I started puffing powder carelessly onto my face.
"Humph...liar...anywayzzz wasn't that other scarier guy your dad?" she asked starting on her eyeliner that she always wore bulky so it made her eyes look big.
"I don't have a dad..." I said nonchalantly "I was a test tube baby."
"Des...you forget..." she said looking up with her gigantic, misty, sapphire eyes.
"What?"
"I'm your daddy...you know why?" she smirked evilly.
"No...do tell"
"CUZ I DID YOUR MAMA! YOUR MAMA! HAHAHAHAHA" she laughed teasingly humping air (I sure know how to pick friends).
"Shut your hole. You nipple faced hoe fucking bag!" I yelled back through my laughs before tossing a cushion at her.
"Your mama wouldn't like that very much..."
"And how would you know?"
"I asked her"
"Liar you don't knoooow my mama"
"That's what you think" and an additional pillow pummeled Packey in the face.
Harry:
Finally, everyone with the exception of Ron and Hermione had left. For a while I just sat an thought...I felt like...it was starting all over again...the hurting...only this time it was Voldemort hurting my friends and me.
"Harry? You wanted to tell us something?" Hermione piped up tenderly turning me away from my musings.
"Ooh ya check out this book...Lockhart gave it to me." I grabbed the book off the table and handed it promptly to her. Then turn back to my thoughts only to have them upset again.
"Lockhart! He's still here?!" Ron bellowed.
"Ooh...how is he?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"He's there...well not entirely..." I sighed remembering him skipping along the corridor.
"Was he ever?" Ron snorted. Hermione huffed opening the book.
I shrugged "lord knows."
"What page?" Hermione asked directly her voice thick with anger at the 'injustices' of what we were saying.
"Er...400...I think..." I felt a little bad for upsetting her.
"Angels?" she questioned "so?"
I sighed, "it perfectly describes the girl that I saw in Diagon Alley!"
She paused scanning the page "Ooh your right...but that's unfeasible!"
"Why?" Ron said leaning over to look at the book.
"I herd there all wiped out!" she snapped the book shut "I need to go look at something, can I borrow this Harry?"
"Er...sure." I replied and she rose up and fled from the room.
"Barking mad..." Ron said shacking his head as if pitying her.
Desiree:
My hair is strait and long...really long and blond; I don't think I've ever really cut it. I like it long, so the bangs hang down trimly covering my face; I like to be able to hide in it, or let it bend around my features, like a warm blanket. I stood starring into the mirror. I'm not pretty...just normal...Packey says I'm gorgeous...but if that's true why am I so alone?
I have big eyes, big and brown...hazel. There spiky...almost Chinese looking. I breathed a sigh. Closing my eyes slowly and letting them flicker open again. No...I'm not normal...I'm Desiree...If you think I'm normal you must have me confused with someone else.
Who is this so called normal anyway? Why is everyone always looking to be like it or him or her? Why is Normal so special? If I ever me normal I punch it just like all its little associates regular, typical, ordinary, usual and average.
"Des?" Packey stumbled in looking content with herself.
"Ya?" I sighed turning to her and pulling my hair back so I could slip it into a half ponytail.
"The train should be leaving any minute...can you...you know?" she smiled flapping here arms like wings.
"I dunno Pack its kinda dangerous isn't it?" I pondered, it was risky to fly at a time like this, and it wouldn't work out for Mr. D (Dumbledore) to know.
"Well...isn't everything we do dangerous? That's what makes it fun right?" she looked at me hopefully. "besides it would be worse if the other kids noticed we didn't ride the train right? And we need to look at least a little normal..." she paused to hear my opinion.
"Ooh...fine...but Mr. D is gonna have a freak'en cow!" I said grabbing her around the waist and throwing my self backwards out the nearest window. We plummeted freefalling to the ground. It was a glorious feeling to fall. The ground rushing to meet me, I pushed my head back so the wind could comb my hair with its gentle wispy fingers.
"Uh Des...Desiree that ground is getting a little close... DesaaaAAAAH!" Just as we were inches from the ground I tightened the muscles on my shoulder blades and felt my white feathery wings sprout and stretch lifting us in a sharp turn towards the sky. Once we were steady Packey wriggled on to my back and smacked me on the head "you ass...I almost wet myself".
Harry:
The Train stood smoking on its rail, I walked back and forth, Ron at my side looking for Hermione. I'd been staying with Ron for a while now and still we hadn't seen Hermione since the Hospital. "Bet she's already on the train." I said, "Lets find some where to sit"
So we climbed on and walked back to our usual place... that was...empty? "Were is she?" Ron mumbled setting his stuff down on the seat.
"Don't worry she'll be here..." I gave him a reassuring look before setting my stuff down opposite from him. "This is Hermione were talking about she would never miss the train!"
"Suppose you right...you wanna play a bit of chess while we wait?" he asked changing the topic. I nodded as he pulled out a chess set. We played for a bit in silence and then Ron got a bit fidgety.
"So you...alright...you know after...everything and...stuff?" he asked quietly avoiding my gaze. "Not to be nosey...just...I'm...I dunno..."
"Worried?"
"A bit"
"Don't be...I'm fine Ron...are YOU alright?" annoyance at being reminded of such things threatened to scrunch up my eyebrows and drag me from the compartment.
"Your fine! Fine? How do you do it Harry? You've had your death foretold a hundred times and still...you're fine? ...and your actually asking me how I am?!" He was staring at me now, chess forgotten. "Do you just not care? Or are you hiding something? I don't get you sometimes...everyone around you is already grieving your death and still you say your fine?!"
"Yep...dandy"
"Whatever Harry...If you need to talk I'm here"
"Check Mate"
Just then the compartment door flew open and Hermione dragged her stuff in "Hi all". We grunted our greetings and she came over and gave us both a peck on the cheak. "Why so glum? Did you two get in a fight already?"
"Harry beat me at chess..." Ron mumbled looking out the window."
"Did you Harry?" She laughed excitedly.
"Ron wasn't really concentrating all that much." I sighed "He was to busy giving me a lecture on how to feel."
She sighed knowingly as the train began to move "He's not the only one worried Harry...Everyone is...you've kept so many secrets from us how do we know there aren't more?"
"You don't, because they're mine to keep and mine to tell." My eyes burned I couldn't take it anymore I needed to go...anywhere...
"Harry? Oh Harry I'm sorry...Please come back..." Hermione Pleaded as I stormed out of the compartment and slammed the door, It was only then I noticed the drying tears on my face...I was such a fool! I'd cried like a child right in front of them! My fist collided roughly with the door opposite ours sending shards of glass raining into the compartment, whose occupants screamed in surprise.
I stormed down the isle blood dripping steadily down my hand and leaving a tinny dark trail on the ground. I saw a compartment, it was empty...perfect. I walked in and closed the door opening the window door on the other side.
Bellow the ground flew past in a blur. This was it the boy who lived...on the edge. I leaned over letting the wind whip fiercely at my face, sucking the tears away in sparkling gusts. And then I leaned to far my bleeding hand lost its grip and just as I Fell...A hand grasped me firmly around the waist and my head was bashed against a soft warm shoulder. But that was all I felt before the world once again was black.
Desiree:
It was windy, which was good because we'd missed the train and to catch it I'd have to use every thermal I could get. My wings burned, I hadn't used them in so long, and I didn't know how much longer they would hold me especially with Packey's fat ass on my back.
"There! Look I see it! HURRY!!!" She yelled in my ear, I pumped my wings harder speeding up for a dive; I just hope there is an open window...(gulp)
We came up beside the train and I saw him...Messy black hair, brilliant green eyes, gentle features and he was standing in an open door as if waiting for us, and so I dived. We raced down, Packey pressed her self against my back and we gained speed, Just as we were about there ...He fell.
I grabbed him roughly around the waist and the three of us fell in a heap to the ground. My head collided with his and the world fell into darkness.
Harry:
I awoke lying on the ground, a soft comforting wait on my chest. A girl with long blond hair, her head resting just under my chin. Silky golden hair flowed like water over my right arm, she breathed in a slow rhythm, one of her arms was still rapped tightly around my waist; some how I wasn't uncomfortable, her touch didn't send queasy shivers down my back, she was just there like a warm blanket, holding me.
"Uh hi there Mr. Guy, sorry about dive bombing you..." Startled I looked up. Upside down against the back wall was a short, groggy looking, girl, with short blond hair, and huge blue eyes. She turned over and looked me up and down her eyes resting on her fallen Friend... "oh hope I'm not...interrupting anything...Des...Hay!" she yanked off one of her shoes and tossed it at the girls head "Wake up"
She started and then rolled off me and rubbed her head "Oooh...My freak'en head" she mumbled, "did we make the train?"
"Uh ya...and you made a new friend too" the shorter girl answered.
"Hi" she grumbled raising one hand to wave at me "I'm De...sir...eee...Desiree...Can you...get your butt off my hand sir?"
I blushed and jumped up. "Sorry...I'm Harry"
"I'm Packey!" piped in the shorter girl.
"Shut up Pack...your voice...ouch...my head" Desiree mumbled "What were you doing with the door open Meeester?"
"Uh...fresh...air?"
"Sure...what's your last name?" Desiree.
"What's yours?" Me.
"I...Asked you...ones...fon...First...you...wet nurse" Desiree.
"My last names Darnel!" Packey
"I asked you second" Me.
"So?" Desiree.
"I'm not telling till you do" Me.
"I'm not telling at all!" Desire
"fine" Me.
"Fine" Desiree
"Fine" Me
"FINE" Packey.
"Shut up Packey" Desiree.
"Okay" Packey.
"What's your last name?" Desiree.
"Not telling" Me.
"Harry and Des sitt'en in a tree..." Packey
"Packey?" Desiree
"What?" Packey.
"Nock, Nock" Desiree.
"Oh I love these...who's there?" Packey
"Shut-your-fucking-face" Desiree
"That's not funny...Wait ...HEY!" Packey
"Potter! My last name is POTTER!" me.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Harry Potter" Desiree
"Hee, Hee Hairy Potty..." Packey.
"Shut up" Desiree and me.
"What's yours" me.
"I'llllllll NeVeeeeR TEEEEELlllLLLL!" Desiree
"Great" Me.
"Lets all be friends for ever..." Packey
"Packey...For the last time we are trying to argue now shut your FACE!" Desiree.
"I though you loved me!" Packey
"PACKEY!"
"Okay, Okay! Keep your hair on..."
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