Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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The sun had just risen over the horizon starting a new day. And all was peaceful and quiet.
And eerie.
For that was the atmosphere in any cemetery. Especially for one who welcomed the morning light standing over a grave.
A man in dark brown hair with a blood red overcoat looked at the grave. He didn't know why he was there but he knew he had to do this.
"She still loves you, you know," the man said to the grave, his coat flapped with the wind. "She can't let go. She's started to come out of her shell but she's still afraid." There was a trace of contempt and jealousy in his voice.
"I may not see it but I can feel her hesitation," the man said and smirked. "I really like her. I haven't felt this way to anyone in years. I was even reluctant to be with her but she reminded me of someone I held dear. Hell will freeze over before I let it happen again." There was venom in his voice that would make the dead crumble.
"Why such hatred?" a voice said from behind him. Without turning, the man new that the person he was talking to had spoken. "I had never seen you before but from your tone I know what you speak of."
"Sorry," the man sighed. "It's just the whole situation's... complicated."
"You care deeply for her," the visitor smiled. "That I know for sure. Where is she now?"
"She'll be in your school in a few days," the man in red said. "She's visiting some friends."
"I shall visit her then," the visitor said but paused when he felt the man frown. "Not like that, you know."
"Sorry," the man said sincerely. He started to walk away from the grave, leaving the newcomer smirking at him.
"Take care of her, child of the night," he said. The man waved without even looking back.
"She needs someone like you now," the newcomer said and disappeared.
*** ***
"Smells good," Ginny said as she Hermione and Cho went down to have breakfast.
"It sure is," Hermione smiled as she agreed.
"What's for breakfast Mrs. Weasley?" Cho asked as they entered the kitchen. But when they saw what was inside, their jaws fell.
Molly Weasley was sitting on her place on the dining table watching the cook go about his way. The cook did not use magic but only mundane methods. He was turning pancakes by flipping the pan and catching them in mid air with the plate. He was merrily cooking breakfast as he placed a plate of sausages on the table. The girl's eyes turned towards the contents of the table and were surprised.
There were muffins and the said sausages. Toast, jam, butter, juice, milk, eggs and lastly the pancakes.
Ginny looked at her guest in awe. But Cho looked at him in intrigued admiration. Not that he can cook, but in the mere fact that he was BLIND.
"If you don't close your mouths something might get inside them," Ian smiled. The girls immediately closed their gaping mouths and sat by the dining table.
"Mum? What's going on?" Ginny asked as she sat beside her mother. Mrs. Weasley smirked and shrugged.
"When I woke up he was already at it," she explained. "Wouldn't want me to help though. But I was awed by his ability to cook without even... I mean," Mrs. Weasley went scarlet. She was about to say about Ian's blindness but caught herself. "He knew where all the ingredients were kept. Like it was his own house."
"It's okay Mrs. Weasley," Ian assured her with a smile. "I'm comfortable with my disability. It's easier to do when you don't think about it. It is who I am and I am not ashamed of it. I would like if my friends won't think of it as a disability. Think of it as a challenge to me. I have overcame many challenges and am beginning to do so with this."
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Weasley said. "But some people are uncomfortable when discussing it."
"It did once," Ian smiled.
"When?" Cho asked. "You've been like this ever since I met you. It was like you never had been blind with all your confidence."
"I am not afraid of what I do not know and cannot see," Ian said simply. "But this is not the first time I had been blind."
"When?" Hermione asked.
"A long time ago," Ian grimaced. "Bygones," the girls sighed. They knew that the conversation will no longer continue.
"Why did you cook?" Ginny asked as she glanced knowingly at Cho.
"I wanted to repay you for your hospitality," he said. Hermione didn't buy that for a second. She also looked at Cho obliquely.
"Is that so?" Mrs. Weasley said smiling at the girls. Cho knew that she was looking at her but did it inconspicuously.
"The boys are awake," Ian said he cleaned the kitchen. Sure enough, there was the heavy footsteps of the boys and they entered the Kitchen still sleepy. Mr. Weasley, Ron and Harry sat on their places and looked at the girls.
"What's wrong, dear?" Mr. Weasley asked when he noticed that all of them were looking at Cho.
"Nothing at all," Mrs. Weasley said as she served her children and guests breakfast. Ian smiled as he heard the family happily break their fast.
*** ***
"Let's see now," Hermione brought her finger to her lips as she thought. They were in Ginny's bedroom and had performed a silencing spell on the room. Earlier, they had the most wonderful breakfast they ever had, not being cooked by Mrs. Weasley of course.
During the entire time, Cho was blushing as the girls gave knowing looks that meant that they know who the breakfast was really for. They went back to Ginny's bedroom a soon as the table was cleared. Ian insisted that he clean up, making Cho blush even more.
"Now the facts," Hermione smiled. "He can cook," she counted on her fingers. "And can he COOK. He can clean up. He can be romantic... you have it made!" she smiled at Cho.
"What are you talking about?" Cho asked looking confused but failing at it miserably. Ian had an effect on her and it affected her defences.
"We're not daft, Cho," Ginny said. "We could see that you like him too."
"But I may not be ready," Cho said silently.
"Let's just list the pros and the cons," Hermione smiled. "Pro; he's good looking."
"Con; looks are deceiving," Cho said.
"Pro; he's a good gentleman," Ginny said.
"Con; only to me," Cho smirked.
"I thinks that's a pro," Hermione smiled. "Pro; he's intelligent."
"Con; he's cunning with his intelligence."
"Pro; he could take care of any one who would harm you," Ginny smiled.
"Con; he could make sure that I never see them again," Cho sighed. "Remember what Shiva told us?"
"Yeah, yeah," Hermione waved her off. "Pro; he's charming."
"Con; he could charm me into doing something evil."
"Are you making the cons up?" Ginny asked as she sighed. "Pro; he can sing."
"Con; he could woo anyone to his will."
"Pro; he can cook," Hermione smiled. "I would want someone cook for me."
"Con; he might put poison in my meals."
"You're making excuses," Ginny sighed, trying not to get irritated. "Pro; he's got a nice body."
"Ginny!" Cho looked at her appalled. "That's not fair."
"Why?" Ginny asked in pure mischief. "Can't think of a con?" Cho blushed and spoke.
"Con; looks aren't everything."
"Pro; he likes you," Hermione said in a soft voice. It was like saying the argument was final. Cho sighed and looked at her in deep confusion.
"Con; I don't know what I feel," she said.
"Pro," Ginny smiled at her. "He would risk everything to be with you."
"How would you know that for certain?" Cho asked. Ginny's smile broadened.
"I just know," she said.
"Pro," Hermione smiled evilly. "You like him." Cho blushed at Hermione's accusation. After a few moments of silence, Hermione and Ginny smiled in triumph.
"The pros have it," Ginny said. Cho smiled shyly and looked at them pleadingly.
"Don't push me to that direction. I'm not ready yet."
"But when?" Hermione asked.
Cho didn't know.
*** ***
In the dark corners of the night, a man sneered as her held up his new hand. Sewn at the wrist, he flexed it to see if it was working properly. In his palm an eye blinked at him in leer.
The eye of his master.
Now he had some unfinished business to take care of.
End of 14
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The sun had just risen over the horizon starting a new day. And all was peaceful and quiet.
And eerie.
For that was the atmosphere in any cemetery. Especially for one who welcomed the morning light standing over a grave.
A man in dark brown hair with a blood red overcoat looked at the grave. He didn't know why he was there but he knew he had to do this.
"She still loves you, you know," the man said to the grave, his coat flapped with the wind. "She can't let go. She's started to come out of her shell but she's still afraid." There was a trace of contempt and jealousy in his voice.
"I may not see it but I can feel her hesitation," the man said and smirked. "I really like her. I haven't felt this way to anyone in years. I was even reluctant to be with her but she reminded me of someone I held dear. Hell will freeze over before I let it happen again." There was venom in his voice that would make the dead crumble.
"Why such hatred?" a voice said from behind him. Without turning, the man new that the person he was talking to had spoken. "I had never seen you before but from your tone I know what you speak of."
"Sorry," the man sighed. "It's just the whole situation's... complicated."
"You care deeply for her," the visitor smiled. "That I know for sure. Where is she now?"
"She'll be in your school in a few days," the man in red said. "She's visiting some friends."
"I shall visit her then," the visitor said but paused when he felt the man frown. "Not like that, you know."
"Sorry," the man said sincerely. He started to walk away from the grave, leaving the newcomer smirking at him.
"Take care of her, child of the night," he said. The man waved without even looking back.
"She needs someone like you now," the newcomer said and disappeared.
*** ***
"Smells good," Ginny said as she Hermione and Cho went down to have breakfast.
"It sure is," Hermione smiled as she agreed.
"What's for breakfast Mrs. Weasley?" Cho asked as they entered the kitchen. But when they saw what was inside, their jaws fell.
Molly Weasley was sitting on her place on the dining table watching the cook go about his way. The cook did not use magic but only mundane methods. He was turning pancakes by flipping the pan and catching them in mid air with the plate. He was merrily cooking breakfast as he placed a plate of sausages on the table. The girl's eyes turned towards the contents of the table and were surprised.
There were muffins and the said sausages. Toast, jam, butter, juice, milk, eggs and lastly the pancakes.
Ginny looked at her guest in awe. But Cho looked at him in intrigued admiration. Not that he can cook, but in the mere fact that he was BLIND.
"If you don't close your mouths something might get inside them," Ian smiled. The girls immediately closed their gaping mouths and sat by the dining table.
"Mum? What's going on?" Ginny asked as she sat beside her mother. Mrs. Weasley smirked and shrugged.
"When I woke up he was already at it," she explained. "Wouldn't want me to help though. But I was awed by his ability to cook without even... I mean," Mrs. Weasley went scarlet. She was about to say about Ian's blindness but caught herself. "He knew where all the ingredients were kept. Like it was his own house."
"It's okay Mrs. Weasley," Ian assured her with a smile. "I'm comfortable with my disability. It's easier to do when you don't think about it. It is who I am and I am not ashamed of it. I would like if my friends won't think of it as a disability. Think of it as a challenge to me. I have overcame many challenges and am beginning to do so with this."
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Weasley said. "But some people are uncomfortable when discussing it."
"It did once," Ian smiled.
"When?" Cho asked. "You've been like this ever since I met you. It was like you never had been blind with all your confidence."
"I am not afraid of what I do not know and cannot see," Ian said simply. "But this is not the first time I had been blind."
"When?" Hermione asked.
"A long time ago," Ian grimaced. "Bygones," the girls sighed. They knew that the conversation will no longer continue.
"Why did you cook?" Ginny asked as she glanced knowingly at Cho.
"I wanted to repay you for your hospitality," he said. Hermione didn't buy that for a second. She also looked at Cho obliquely.
"Is that so?" Mrs. Weasley said smiling at the girls. Cho knew that she was looking at her but did it inconspicuously.
"The boys are awake," Ian said he cleaned the kitchen. Sure enough, there was the heavy footsteps of the boys and they entered the Kitchen still sleepy. Mr. Weasley, Ron and Harry sat on their places and looked at the girls.
"What's wrong, dear?" Mr. Weasley asked when he noticed that all of them were looking at Cho.
"Nothing at all," Mrs. Weasley said as she served her children and guests breakfast. Ian smiled as he heard the family happily break their fast.
*** ***
"Let's see now," Hermione brought her finger to her lips as she thought. They were in Ginny's bedroom and had performed a silencing spell on the room. Earlier, they had the most wonderful breakfast they ever had, not being cooked by Mrs. Weasley of course.
During the entire time, Cho was blushing as the girls gave knowing looks that meant that they know who the breakfast was really for. They went back to Ginny's bedroom a soon as the table was cleared. Ian insisted that he clean up, making Cho blush even more.
"Now the facts," Hermione smiled. "He can cook," she counted on her fingers. "And can he COOK. He can clean up. He can be romantic... you have it made!" she smiled at Cho.
"What are you talking about?" Cho asked looking confused but failing at it miserably. Ian had an effect on her and it affected her defences.
"We're not daft, Cho," Ginny said. "We could see that you like him too."
"But I may not be ready," Cho said silently.
"Let's just list the pros and the cons," Hermione smiled. "Pro; he's good looking."
"Con; looks are deceiving," Cho said.
"Pro; he's a good gentleman," Ginny said.
"Con; only to me," Cho smirked.
"I thinks that's a pro," Hermione smiled. "Pro; he's intelligent."
"Con; he's cunning with his intelligence."
"Pro; he could take care of any one who would harm you," Ginny smiled.
"Con; he could make sure that I never see them again," Cho sighed. "Remember what Shiva told us?"
"Yeah, yeah," Hermione waved her off. "Pro; he's charming."
"Con; he could charm me into doing something evil."
"Are you making the cons up?" Ginny asked as she sighed. "Pro; he can sing."
"Con; he could woo anyone to his will."
"Pro; he can cook," Hermione smiled. "I would want someone cook for me."
"Con; he might put poison in my meals."
"You're making excuses," Ginny sighed, trying not to get irritated. "Pro; he's got a nice body."
"Ginny!" Cho looked at her appalled. "That's not fair."
"Why?" Ginny asked in pure mischief. "Can't think of a con?" Cho blushed and spoke.
"Con; looks aren't everything."
"Pro; he likes you," Hermione said in a soft voice. It was like saying the argument was final. Cho sighed and looked at her in deep confusion.
"Con; I don't know what I feel," she said.
"Pro," Ginny smiled at her. "He would risk everything to be with you."
"How would you know that for certain?" Cho asked. Ginny's smile broadened.
"I just know," she said.
"Pro," Hermione smiled evilly. "You like him." Cho blushed at Hermione's accusation. After a few moments of silence, Hermione and Ginny smiled in triumph.
"The pros have it," Ginny said. Cho smiled shyly and looked at them pleadingly.
"Don't push me to that direction. I'm not ready yet."
"But when?" Hermione asked.
Cho didn't know.
*** ***
In the dark corners of the night, a man sneered as her held up his new hand. Sewn at the wrist, he flexed it to see if it was working properly. In his palm an eye blinked at him in leer.
The eye of his master.
Now he had some unfinished business to take care of.
End of 14