Harry Potter and the Golden Bell
Chapter 7
The Sundial
A/N: I got reviews to add more expression to characters, tell more about surroundings, make Hagrid's speech less proper, describe Anna-Nicole, and a few other things. I added expression, told about surroundings, did a Care of Magical Creatures class and a meeting with Hagrid in this chapter to get his speech less proper, and during that meeting, described Anna-Nicole. (Someone said that they couldn't help thinking that Anna-Nicole was a ditzy blonde =oD. Whoever said that, you know who you are. Hopefully it's cleared up for you now. =oD) I hope there's a difference in this chapter!! (this is a rather long one..enjoy though. You'll like chapter 8 too =oD)
"You want to know something else about that Anna-Nicole?" asked Ron.
"Hm?" said Harry dully. He didn't really want to know what Ron had to say. He was thinking about what to say to Anna-Nicole when he met her at the sundial.
"Her mum. She's a death eater."
"Now, where, Ron, did you hear that?" asked Hermione disgustedly. She didn't like when Ron gossiped. She knew herself that she gossiped, but it wasn't Ron's place to gossip. When he gossiped, the gossip turned into a nasty rumor, as he would add on things to make it more "interesting."
"Around," said Ron shrugging. The three of them were on their way to Divination and they were walking up the steps of the tower to the room. They walked into the room and found their seats. The little cups with the glops of fennel were at their places already. Harry stared deep into the cup and thought about what was going to happen. Of course, he knew what was going to happen. His fennel was going to take the shape of the golden bell and everyone would once again be afraid that Harry would die. He knew exactly what was coming and he was semi-prepared for it.
Trelawney went to the front of the room and started the class.
"Today, we are going to continue our lesson on reading fennel. Now, does anyone remember the spell we use to get our readings?" Harry looked at Hermione who wasn't raising her hand at all. She seemed to be fascinated by a small green book entitled: "A Quick Easy Guide to Getting Horrible Teachers Sacked Without Getting into Trouble" by: Melinda Snorgoff. Harry saw that no one else was paying attention, so he raised his hand. Professor Trelawney called on him happily.
"Herbus Scribus," he said, then looked at Ron, who was staring out into space. No one seemed to be paying any attention today. It was easy to not pay attention in Trelawney's class and not get in trouble. Trelawney didn't notice anything and Harry thought it possible for anyone to shoot off fireworks at the front table without Trelawney giving the presentation so much as a sideways glance.
"Yes, Mr. Potter. Now, will everyone raise their wands and tap their cups and chant the incantation please?" Everyone seemed to wake up at this. Hermione lowered her book and even Ron broke out of his trance to see what was going on.
"1...2...3...Herbus Scribus." Trelawney tapped her own cup and everyone else did as she did. Harry peered into his cup, and watched the fennel move into position. A handle...a brim......
Harry's eyes grew wide and without thinking, he got a firm grip on the tablecloth and pulled hard. Everything on the table crashed to the ground. Hermione gasped and jumped and whispered something breathily that sounded like: "Harry!" Trelawney directed her attention from the symbol in Neville's cup to Harry's table.
"Sorry! Sorry, I'll clean that right up, I will," said Harry getting up. He looked at the glass on the floor that was once his bowl and half smiled to himself. He got down on his hands and knees and started picking everything up and putting it into the tablecloth. He grabbed the ends of it, picked it up like a bundle, and brought it to Professor Trelawney at the front of the room.
Care of Magical Creatures was the last class of the day that day. Hagrid had moved to smaller animals it seemed, as he came out of his hut with a small cage in his hand. The Gryffindors and Slytherins had gotten comfortable on rocks, logs, crates, and whatever else was available to sit on.
"Good afternoon, kids. I've brought an interestin' beast fer yeh all today," said Hagrid, "If yeh would open yer books to page 78, you'll find the topic of the lesson fer today." Hagrid set the cage on top of a high tree stump near his cabin and sat himself in a chair.
"Jarveys!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Resembling an overgrown ferret, the Jarvey is one of the few beasts that can actually talk. Its speech, however, consists entirely of rude phrases and insults. Eat gnomes, rats, moles," read Ron out of his book.
"Sure Malfoy isn't part Jarvey?" he whispered to Harry.
"Just a fun idea for a lesson. Now, don't be offended by anything this Jarvey might say to yeh. It doesn't mean it, nor can it help what it's sayin'," said Hagrid happily. "
Everyone ready? Now, form a line in front of 'im. Now, th' best way ter shut down a Jarvey is to insult it back. If yeh say sumpthin' mean back ter 'im, he'll back off immediately, dependin' on what yeh say. If yeh go on long enough wit' 'im, he'll run out of things to say and give up. Allright, you first, Seamus." Seamus Finnigan stepped up in front of the Jarvey's cage and stood there ready. Hagrid unlatched the cage and took the muzzle off of the Jarvey. It looked just like a ferret but slightly bigger and hairier. It had a smirk on his face and seemed to know exactly what to say to Seamus. He talked rather quickly and acted amazingly just like a human.
"Look at you, you big lummox. Just standin' there in front of me with that "tough look" on ya. What, you think you're going to scare someone with it? I'd be more scared of your face than your expression, to tell you the truth." Seamus just stood there for a while thinking of what to say. He was blank. How could he insult a talking rodent?
"Yeah, well...you..."
"Ha! Stuttering like that in that stupid Irish accent. Who do you think you are? You can't even think of anything to say to me, can you?"
"Wh - "
"Can you?" Seamus looked defeated. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Eh, get out a' here, you big dolt." The Jarvey smiled evilly and Seamus frowned and moved to the back of the line. Hermione was next. She seemed fully prepared for the animal. And that's what it was...just an animal. It couldn't do much harm to her. The Jarvey cracked up as soon as he saw her.
"What are you laughing at?" she said confidently.
"Your teeth! They're HUGE! Eugh, so disgustingly white, too!"
"My parents happen to be dentists, thank you very much."
"Psh, whatever THAT is. Probably some muggle thing. Hey, you're muggle born, aren't you? You're a little mudblood, aren't you?"
"So what if I'm muggle born? At least I'm not a disgusting rodent who has nothing better to say to someone than an insult. You probably have not one kind thought in your mind."
"Indeed I don't."
"Not very smart, are you?"
"I don't need to be. I just sit in a cage all day with that fat oaf over there."
"Hagrid is not an oaf!"
"Ha. You're funny, mudblood. NEXT!"
"Who are you to say Next? I can move out of your way whenever I want to."
"NEXT!"
"I'm not done with you yet!"
"You have nothing else to say to me! Face it, mudblood, you're finished! NEXT, PLEASE!"
"I think you're the one who has run out of things to say. You wouldn't be saying Next if you hadn't." The Jarvey stayed silent.
"That's what I thought," said Hermione.
"Yeah, whatever." The Jarvey muttered a curse under his breath as Hermione moved to the back of the line high-fiving Ron. There was mixed applause and then Neville stepped up to the Jarvey.
"Oh, this is great, great fun! Look at YOU!" the Jarvey hopped onto Neville's shoulder and crawled around him.
"You obviously aren't too brave. But, indicating by your robes, you're of the Gryffindor house! You know, Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, like the lion symbolizing the house. I think the Sorting Hat has made a mistake when sorting you!"
"Your silly words don't effect me one bit."
"Oh, I'm sure they don't. Your face shows the truth behind your lie. You'd run away right now if everyone wasn't standing here watching you."
"I don't care who's watching!" Neville grabbed onto the Jarvey and thrust him against his cage. Everyone clapped and cheered Neville on. He didn't smile for a long time. He just stood there stunned at what he had just done. He finally smiled and happily marched to the back of the line. Malfoy walked up to the Jarvey who was having trouble standing back up on its four legs.
"Looks like someone's not in shape for insults, now. Are they?" Malfoy grinned as evil as the Jarvey itself.
"Your parents Death Eaters? Possibly?"
"You wouldn't know anything about my parents. You're just a stupid old rat. Incapable of receiving any information outside of your tiny little cage."
"Really? How would you know that? You don't know everything about me."
"I know enough about you that all I have to do is throw you a good insult to shut you up. So here's a good insult." Malfoy pointed his wand at the Jarvey. "Eat slugs," he said. The Jarvey's eyes grew wide and it immediately began throwing up slugs. Everyone was laughing, while Hagrid was none too pleased. Malfoy moved to the back of the line and Hagrid used a magic reversal spell on his Jarvey. Harry stepped up to it once he had half recovered from the slugs.
"Ah. Harry Potter." Harry nodded.
"That's right. Don't have to be too smart to know who I am. Lucky for you."
"Now, what is all this with me not being smart?"
"Like Hermione said, you have nothing better to say to anyone but something bad. You don't have the mind to think up anything nice. Nice ideas are complex. Ideas that the brain of a tiny rodent couldn't have."
"What would make you think that?"
"Well...say something nice, then," said Harry crossing his arms. The Jarvey stared at him for a long time. He apparently couldn't think of anything to say. Harry smiled. He somehow felt more confident about meeting Anna-Nicole now. He didn't know how that could be, but it was.
Harry walked to the sundial alone that afternoon. Hermione and Ron had headed to their dormitories after dinner, leaving Harry to go meet Anna- Nicole on his own. The whole way, he walked in silence. Staring at his feet, occasionally looking up at the sky, which was darkening now as dusk grew nearer. Harry looked forward and the sundial garden with its gigantic split stone slabs jutting out of the ground came into view. Harry had taken the long way to it. He had time and he fancied a quiet walk. He stepped up the hill and went to the center of the garden. This time, Harry wasn't to the meeting place first. Anna-Nicole was facing the pillar furthest away from him and looking around the edge of it seeing if Harry was coming the other way. Obviously, he wasn't.
"Anna-Nicole?" Anna-Nicole's heart raced. She knew he was here. She had heard his voice from behind her...his beautiful, soft voice...
She turned around to face him.
"H-Hi, H-H-Harry," she said quietly. Harry smiled a little and Anna-Nicole blushed and looked at her feet. Harry walked over to her trying to look as attractive as possible just to make her nervous. He found it amusing when she looked at him and tried to hide a smile. Not many people acted this way towards him anymore. After things happening...
"So...what did you want to meet me here for? Hermione told me to come here...although I wasn't sure if she was lying or not...but then I thought, well, she's friends with him. So it ought to be true and - "
"Shh. I don't have much time." He looked around, looking for nothing or course. He did have time. He had all the time in the world. He just didn't want to be there for all the time in the world.
"I brought you here to tell you i made a mistake refusing you at the Shrieking Shack." Anna-Nicole froze.
"Wh...What do you mean - exactly?" she gasped.
"I mean that I'll...you know...go out with you...or whatever."
"You will?" She said, her face brightening. Harry nodded awkwardly. She lunged forward and grabbed him in a hug.
"Ow!" He said out of nowhere. The hug didn't hurt...the word just sort of popped out.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She let go and blushed. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No...you didn't..." Harry felt his scar.
"Come on in, Harry. My door's always open."
Harry had gone to Hagrid's hut. It was a counseling center...open 24 hours. And you didn't need an appointment.
"Sit yerself down somewhere." Harry sat down in one of Hagrid's chairs around his table.
"Do yeh want somethin' ter drink? I'm makin' tea," said Hagrid happily.
"No...I'm fine, thank you."
"Allright then." Hagrid sat down across from Harry in a chair. Harry looked around. Birds were chirping, there were roars coming from the bedroom, squirrels were chattering. It seemed to Harry, even though it wasn't, that Hagrid's hut was alive.
"Harry Potter's back!" The Jarvey was sitting on top of the counter under a large glass cup.
"Just ignore 'im, Harry. I had ter trap him after your Care of Magical Creatures class today. He was runnin' all around me house. Broke me favorite dish." Hagrid shook his head. Harry smiled a little. "So...what are yeh here fer?"
"Well...I sort of..." Harry looked at Hagrid's Jarvey, "Have a problem." He looked back at Hagrid. Hagrid nodded, smiling.
"Well...you see, there's this girl, Anna-Nicole - "
"Ah, girl troubles, aye?"
"Well, listen," said Harry. Hagrid nodded.
"This girl Anna-Nicole has a crush on me."
"Good fer you."
"So, she sent me this owl telling me to meet her at the Shrieking Shack."
"What'd she say?" Harry opened his mouth to continue, but then frowned and let out all of his air as he spoke.
"Hagrid."
"Sorry. Continue."
"And I met her there and she asked me out. I refused."
"Yeh refused? What did yeh refuse fer?"
"I wasn't ready!"
"Harry, yer 16 years old. Yeh need a girlfriend."
"That's what Hermione said!" exclaimed Harry frustratedly.
"Well, then listen ter Hermione."
"Allright now, I'm still not finished. So, I told Hermione to tell Anna- Nicole to meet me at the sundial today. And, I told her yes, that I would go out with her."
"Good fer you, Harry! Where are yeh gonna take 'er?"
"I - I don't know yet. But that's not the whole thing. After I told her that, she hugged me, and my scar hurt." There was a long pause. Hagrid had a look of concern on his face.
"I had a dream about Voldemort being back...as in...back on the school grounds. I think that he was near when Anna-Nicole hugged me. I think he was watching," said Harry lowering his voice as if someone that shouldn't be hearing all this was right outside the window. There was another long pause and then Hagrid broke the nasty silence.
"What does she look like? Is she pretty?"
"Hagrid!"
"Well, jeez, Harry. Be optimistic about this! You have a date!"
"A date, huh? A date with death! Voldemort is following me around! Rather, following me and Anna-Nicole around! He just has to get one chance when I'm alone with Anna-Nicole somewhere deserted and he'll attack me! He might even hurt Anna-Nicole and I don't want that to happen."
"Do yeh love 'er, Harry?" asked Hagrid, the grin broadening on his face. Harry was taken aback.
"What? Love her? I don't even know her! She's just been staring at me and blushing when I talk to her. It's rather annoying, actually," Harry said, his voice calming down a bit as he said it. He looked down at his lap and twiddled his thumbs.
"Is she pretty?" Harry looked up. He shrugged.
"Yeah, she's pretty."
"What does she look like?"
"Well, she has straight black hair. It's down to her shoulders. And, shes got beautiful eyes. They're blue." Hagrid nodded.
"Go on," he said.
"Well, Hagrid, what are you so interested about? What, are you going to ask her out?" Harry was frustrated again. He didn't want to tell Hagrid any more about her. He was afraid that he really liked her.
"No, of course not. But, I'm the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. She's in my class, ain't she?" Harry stared at him.
"Well, ain't she?"
"You wouldn't say a word," said Harry flatly. It wasn't a question. It was an order. Hagrid smiled and got up from the table. He went over to the sink and began to wash dishes.
"Hagrid! Don't say anything to her!" yelled Harry.
"Shh! Yer not even s'posed ter be down here! If yer gunna yell at me, back up ter the castle with yeh!"
"Sorry," Harry said, defeated.
"That's allrigh'."
"But, you wouldn't say anything to her, would you?"
"No, of course not." Hagrid was facing the other way, away from Harry, and he smiled a crinkled smile to himself, a twinkle in his eye.
I actually finished this a while ago, but held off on it because I wanted to tell everyone that I was done with it and working on chapter 8. It's amusing to me because they all go: OMG POST IT POST IT hahahaha feels like JKR with the 6th book wink
Chapter 7
The Sundial
A/N: I got reviews to add more expression to characters, tell more about surroundings, make Hagrid's speech less proper, describe Anna-Nicole, and a few other things. I added expression, told about surroundings, did a Care of Magical Creatures class and a meeting with Hagrid in this chapter to get his speech less proper, and during that meeting, described Anna-Nicole. (Someone said that they couldn't help thinking that Anna-Nicole was a ditzy blonde =oD. Whoever said that, you know who you are. Hopefully it's cleared up for you now. =oD) I hope there's a difference in this chapter!! (this is a rather long one..enjoy though. You'll like chapter 8 too =oD)
"You want to know something else about that Anna-Nicole?" asked Ron.
"Hm?" said Harry dully. He didn't really want to know what Ron had to say. He was thinking about what to say to Anna-Nicole when he met her at the sundial.
"Her mum. She's a death eater."
"Now, where, Ron, did you hear that?" asked Hermione disgustedly. She didn't like when Ron gossiped. She knew herself that she gossiped, but it wasn't Ron's place to gossip. When he gossiped, the gossip turned into a nasty rumor, as he would add on things to make it more "interesting."
"Around," said Ron shrugging. The three of them were on their way to Divination and they were walking up the steps of the tower to the room. They walked into the room and found their seats. The little cups with the glops of fennel were at their places already. Harry stared deep into the cup and thought about what was going to happen. Of course, he knew what was going to happen. His fennel was going to take the shape of the golden bell and everyone would once again be afraid that Harry would die. He knew exactly what was coming and he was semi-prepared for it.
Trelawney went to the front of the room and started the class.
"Today, we are going to continue our lesson on reading fennel. Now, does anyone remember the spell we use to get our readings?" Harry looked at Hermione who wasn't raising her hand at all. She seemed to be fascinated by a small green book entitled: "A Quick Easy Guide to Getting Horrible Teachers Sacked Without Getting into Trouble" by: Melinda Snorgoff. Harry saw that no one else was paying attention, so he raised his hand. Professor Trelawney called on him happily.
"Herbus Scribus," he said, then looked at Ron, who was staring out into space. No one seemed to be paying any attention today. It was easy to not pay attention in Trelawney's class and not get in trouble. Trelawney didn't notice anything and Harry thought it possible for anyone to shoot off fireworks at the front table without Trelawney giving the presentation so much as a sideways glance.
"Yes, Mr. Potter. Now, will everyone raise their wands and tap their cups and chant the incantation please?" Everyone seemed to wake up at this. Hermione lowered her book and even Ron broke out of his trance to see what was going on.
"1...2...3...Herbus Scribus." Trelawney tapped her own cup and everyone else did as she did. Harry peered into his cup, and watched the fennel move into position. A handle...a brim......
Harry's eyes grew wide and without thinking, he got a firm grip on the tablecloth and pulled hard. Everything on the table crashed to the ground. Hermione gasped and jumped and whispered something breathily that sounded like: "Harry!" Trelawney directed her attention from the symbol in Neville's cup to Harry's table.
"Sorry! Sorry, I'll clean that right up, I will," said Harry getting up. He looked at the glass on the floor that was once his bowl and half smiled to himself. He got down on his hands and knees and started picking everything up and putting it into the tablecloth. He grabbed the ends of it, picked it up like a bundle, and brought it to Professor Trelawney at the front of the room.
Care of Magical Creatures was the last class of the day that day. Hagrid had moved to smaller animals it seemed, as he came out of his hut with a small cage in his hand. The Gryffindors and Slytherins had gotten comfortable on rocks, logs, crates, and whatever else was available to sit on.
"Good afternoon, kids. I've brought an interestin' beast fer yeh all today," said Hagrid, "If yeh would open yer books to page 78, you'll find the topic of the lesson fer today." Hagrid set the cage on top of a high tree stump near his cabin and sat himself in a chair.
"Jarveys!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Resembling an overgrown ferret, the Jarvey is one of the few beasts that can actually talk. Its speech, however, consists entirely of rude phrases and insults. Eat gnomes, rats, moles," read Ron out of his book.
"Sure Malfoy isn't part Jarvey?" he whispered to Harry.
"Just a fun idea for a lesson. Now, don't be offended by anything this Jarvey might say to yeh. It doesn't mean it, nor can it help what it's sayin'," said Hagrid happily. "
Everyone ready? Now, form a line in front of 'im. Now, th' best way ter shut down a Jarvey is to insult it back. If yeh say sumpthin' mean back ter 'im, he'll back off immediately, dependin' on what yeh say. If yeh go on long enough wit' 'im, he'll run out of things to say and give up. Allright, you first, Seamus." Seamus Finnigan stepped up in front of the Jarvey's cage and stood there ready. Hagrid unlatched the cage and took the muzzle off of the Jarvey. It looked just like a ferret but slightly bigger and hairier. It had a smirk on his face and seemed to know exactly what to say to Seamus. He talked rather quickly and acted amazingly just like a human.
"Look at you, you big lummox. Just standin' there in front of me with that "tough look" on ya. What, you think you're going to scare someone with it? I'd be more scared of your face than your expression, to tell you the truth." Seamus just stood there for a while thinking of what to say. He was blank. How could he insult a talking rodent?
"Yeah, well...you..."
"Ha! Stuttering like that in that stupid Irish accent. Who do you think you are? You can't even think of anything to say to me, can you?"
"Wh - "
"Can you?" Seamus looked defeated. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Eh, get out a' here, you big dolt." The Jarvey smiled evilly and Seamus frowned and moved to the back of the line. Hermione was next. She seemed fully prepared for the animal. And that's what it was...just an animal. It couldn't do much harm to her. The Jarvey cracked up as soon as he saw her.
"What are you laughing at?" she said confidently.
"Your teeth! They're HUGE! Eugh, so disgustingly white, too!"
"My parents happen to be dentists, thank you very much."
"Psh, whatever THAT is. Probably some muggle thing. Hey, you're muggle born, aren't you? You're a little mudblood, aren't you?"
"So what if I'm muggle born? At least I'm not a disgusting rodent who has nothing better to say to someone than an insult. You probably have not one kind thought in your mind."
"Indeed I don't."
"Not very smart, are you?"
"I don't need to be. I just sit in a cage all day with that fat oaf over there."
"Hagrid is not an oaf!"
"Ha. You're funny, mudblood. NEXT!"
"Who are you to say Next? I can move out of your way whenever I want to."
"NEXT!"
"I'm not done with you yet!"
"You have nothing else to say to me! Face it, mudblood, you're finished! NEXT, PLEASE!"
"I think you're the one who has run out of things to say. You wouldn't be saying Next if you hadn't." The Jarvey stayed silent.
"That's what I thought," said Hermione.
"Yeah, whatever." The Jarvey muttered a curse under his breath as Hermione moved to the back of the line high-fiving Ron. There was mixed applause and then Neville stepped up to the Jarvey.
"Oh, this is great, great fun! Look at YOU!" the Jarvey hopped onto Neville's shoulder and crawled around him.
"You obviously aren't too brave. But, indicating by your robes, you're of the Gryffindor house! You know, Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, like the lion symbolizing the house. I think the Sorting Hat has made a mistake when sorting you!"
"Your silly words don't effect me one bit."
"Oh, I'm sure they don't. Your face shows the truth behind your lie. You'd run away right now if everyone wasn't standing here watching you."
"I don't care who's watching!" Neville grabbed onto the Jarvey and thrust him against his cage. Everyone clapped and cheered Neville on. He didn't smile for a long time. He just stood there stunned at what he had just done. He finally smiled and happily marched to the back of the line. Malfoy walked up to the Jarvey who was having trouble standing back up on its four legs.
"Looks like someone's not in shape for insults, now. Are they?" Malfoy grinned as evil as the Jarvey itself.
"Your parents Death Eaters? Possibly?"
"You wouldn't know anything about my parents. You're just a stupid old rat. Incapable of receiving any information outside of your tiny little cage."
"Really? How would you know that? You don't know everything about me."
"I know enough about you that all I have to do is throw you a good insult to shut you up. So here's a good insult." Malfoy pointed his wand at the Jarvey. "Eat slugs," he said. The Jarvey's eyes grew wide and it immediately began throwing up slugs. Everyone was laughing, while Hagrid was none too pleased. Malfoy moved to the back of the line and Hagrid used a magic reversal spell on his Jarvey. Harry stepped up to it once he had half recovered from the slugs.
"Ah. Harry Potter." Harry nodded.
"That's right. Don't have to be too smart to know who I am. Lucky for you."
"Now, what is all this with me not being smart?"
"Like Hermione said, you have nothing better to say to anyone but something bad. You don't have the mind to think up anything nice. Nice ideas are complex. Ideas that the brain of a tiny rodent couldn't have."
"What would make you think that?"
"Well...say something nice, then," said Harry crossing his arms. The Jarvey stared at him for a long time. He apparently couldn't think of anything to say. Harry smiled. He somehow felt more confident about meeting Anna-Nicole now. He didn't know how that could be, but it was.
Harry walked to the sundial alone that afternoon. Hermione and Ron had headed to their dormitories after dinner, leaving Harry to go meet Anna- Nicole on his own. The whole way, he walked in silence. Staring at his feet, occasionally looking up at the sky, which was darkening now as dusk grew nearer. Harry looked forward and the sundial garden with its gigantic split stone slabs jutting out of the ground came into view. Harry had taken the long way to it. He had time and he fancied a quiet walk. He stepped up the hill and went to the center of the garden. This time, Harry wasn't to the meeting place first. Anna-Nicole was facing the pillar furthest away from him and looking around the edge of it seeing if Harry was coming the other way. Obviously, he wasn't.
"Anna-Nicole?" Anna-Nicole's heart raced. She knew he was here. She had heard his voice from behind her...his beautiful, soft voice...
She turned around to face him.
"H-Hi, H-H-Harry," she said quietly. Harry smiled a little and Anna-Nicole blushed and looked at her feet. Harry walked over to her trying to look as attractive as possible just to make her nervous. He found it amusing when she looked at him and tried to hide a smile. Not many people acted this way towards him anymore. After things happening...
"So...what did you want to meet me here for? Hermione told me to come here...although I wasn't sure if she was lying or not...but then I thought, well, she's friends with him. So it ought to be true and - "
"Shh. I don't have much time." He looked around, looking for nothing or course. He did have time. He had all the time in the world. He just didn't want to be there for all the time in the world.
"I brought you here to tell you i made a mistake refusing you at the Shrieking Shack." Anna-Nicole froze.
"Wh...What do you mean - exactly?" she gasped.
"I mean that I'll...you know...go out with you...or whatever."
"You will?" She said, her face brightening. Harry nodded awkwardly. She lunged forward and grabbed him in a hug.
"Ow!" He said out of nowhere. The hug didn't hurt...the word just sort of popped out.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She let go and blushed. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No...you didn't..." Harry felt his scar.
"Come on in, Harry. My door's always open."
Harry had gone to Hagrid's hut. It was a counseling center...open 24 hours. And you didn't need an appointment.
"Sit yerself down somewhere." Harry sat down in one of Hagrid's chairs around his table.
"Do yeh want somethin' ter drink? I'm makin' tea," said Hagrid happily.
"No...I'm fine, thank you."
"Allright then." Hagrid sat down across from Harry in a chair. Harry looked around. Birds were chirping, there were roars coming from the bedroom, squirrels were chattering. It seemed to Harry, even though it wasn't, that Hagrid's hut was alive.
"Harry Potter's back!" The Jarvey was sitting on top of the counter under a large glass cup.
"Just ignore 'im, Harry. I had ter trap him after your Care of Magical Creatures class today. He was runnin' all around me house. Broke me favorite dish." Hagrid shook his head. Harry smiled a little. "So...what are yeh here fer?"
"Well...I sort of..." Harry looked at Hagrid's Jarvey, "Have a problem." He looked back at Hagrid. Hagrid nodded, smiling.
"Well...you see, there's this girl, Anna-Nicole - "
"Ah, girl troubles, aye?"
"Well, listen," said Harry. Hagrid nodded.
"This girl Anna-Nicole has a crush on me."
"Good fer you."
"So, she sent me this owl telling me to meet her at the Shrieking Shack."
"What'd she say?" Harry opened his mouth to continue, but then frowned and let out all of his air as he spoke.
"Hagrid."
"Sorry. Continue."
"And I met her there and she asked me out. I refused."
"Yeh refused? What did yeh refuse fer?"
"I wasn't ready!"
"Harry, yer 16 years old. Yeh need a girlfriend."
"That's what Hermione said!" exclaimed Harry frustratedly.
"Well, then listen ter Hermione."
"Allright now, I'm still not finished. So, I told Hermione to tell Anna- Nicole to meet me at the sundial today. And, I told her yes, that I would go out with her."
"Good fer you, Harry! Where are yeh gonna take 'er?"
"I - I don't know yet. But that's not the whole thing. After I told her that, she hugged me, and my scar hurt." There was a long pause. Hagrid had a look of concern on his face.
"I had a dream about Voldemort being back...as in...back on the school grounds. I think that he was near when Anna-Nicole hugged me. I think he was watching," said Harry lowering his voice as if someone that shouldn't be hearing all this was right outside the window. There was another long pause and then Hagrid broke the nasty silence.
"What does she look like? Is she pretty?"
"Hagrid!"
"Well, jeez, Harry. Be optimistic about this! You have a date!"
"A date, huh? A date with death! Voldemort is following me around! Rather, following me and Anna-Nicole around! He just has to get one chance when I'm alone with Anna-Nicole somewhere deserted and he'll attack me! He might even hurt Anna-Nicole and I don't want that to happen."
"Do yeh love 'er, Harry?" asked Hagrid, the grin broadening on his face. Harry was taken aback.
"What? Love her? I don't even know her! She's just been staring at me and blushing when I talk to her. It's rather annoying, actually," Harry said, his voice calming down a bit as he said it. He looked down at his lap and twiddled his thumbs.
"Is she pretty?" Harry looked up. He shrugged.
"Yeah, she's pretty."
"What does she look like?"
"Well, she has straight black hair. It's down to her shoulders. And, shes got beautiful eyes. They're blue." Hagrid nodded.
"Go on," he said.
"Well, Hagrid, what are you so interested about? What, are you going to ask her out?" Harry was frustrated again. He didn't want to tell Hagrid any more about her. He was afraid that he really liked her.
"No, of course not. But, I'm the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. She's in my class, ain't she?" Harry stared at him.
"Well, ain't she?"
"You wouldn't say a word," said Harry flatly. It wasn't a question. It was an order. Hagrid smiled and got up from the table. He went over to the sink and began to wash dishes.
"Hagrid! Don't say anything to her!" yelled Harry.
"Shh! Yer not even s'posed ter be down here! If yer gunna yell at me, back up ter the castle with yeh!"
"Sorry," Harry said, defeated.
"That's allrigh'."
"But, you wouldn't say anything to her, would you?"
"No, of course not." Hagrid was facing the other way, away from Harry, and he smiled a crinkled smile to himself, a twinkle in his eye.
I actually finished this a while ago, but held off on it because I wanted to tell everyone that I was done with it and working on chapter 8. It's amusing to me because they all go: OMG POST IT POST IT hahahaha feels like JKR with the 6th book wink