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Ildian
You guys are great. You always review! Thanks even if Ildian is a little violent (I'm kidding, luv ya! Lol)!Now for everybody else who reads the story and hasn't voted: I haven't gone down on my word to stop the story. I just posted this chapter because I thought it was only fair to give you guys another chapter even if I don't finish the story. I want the votes to keep on coming. If they don't then you guys don't get the next chapter when Harry finally talk to Natalie! I took off the setting that said that only people that are logged on can review so now everybody can vote! Remember VOTE!
Chapter 11:Natalie
A/N: If you haven't read the authors note above then please do read it. It's about me continuing the story. If you want this story to continue than follow the directions on my authors note above and my authors note at the end of the story. Now on to the story…Enjoy!
It was a terrible thing I did right? I know. I felt lower than dirt. I know that usually most guys would feel like big pimps, but I felt terrible. Natalie didn't deserve this nor did she deserve everything Chantal said to her. When me and Chantal did what we did, that was a week before Christmas. A week before I would have to go and see Natalie…
Oh no! I'm gonna miss the train!
Today was the day I was to go and see Natalie after not seeing her for three months.
You have no idea what I feel right now. I have mixed feelings, but most of all I feel like dirt. I want to tell Natalie what I did, but I'm afraid of losing her. The idea of losing her is so absurd that I rather us live lying to each other rather than losing her. Call me obsessed but I don't want to lose her for anything.
I don't know how I'm going to tell her. With the type of attitude she has she would probably kick me out of her house leaving me with no place to sleep, but that's not the problem. I don't want to tell her because I know how she's going to react. It'll probably be something like this:
"Harry get away from me!"
"Don't ever touch me, don't ever talk to me!"
The idea of her not wanting me to ever talk to her to be near her or to touch her is heart breaking. I can't imagine myself not being with her for the rest of my life even if we still are young.
Before I knew it I was on the train station waiting for my train to get here. Once it was here I quickly got on and found an empty compartment. I would sit with Ron and Hermione except that there for once in all of their years of being in Hogwarts have decided not to go home for the holidays. Hermione's excuse was:
"I want to study a bit more. I haven't studied hard enough these past months and besides I want to spend some time alone, you know by myself"
Ron's excuse was:
"I want to spend time alone, you know without the all the pandemonium that's in my house. Besides I could probably practice for quidditch better without my brothers being there"
Big liars. They probably just want to be alone with each other to tell each other how they feel about one another. Finally!
I sat down at my compartment and suddenly got really sleepy. I haven't really slept ever since that night of the celebration party when me and Chantal did what we did. I've been thinking a lot.
"How could I have slept with Chantal even if I was drunk!"
I mean I know that I was drunk and all but I could have stopped myself.
I came up with an excuse although if I told Natalie my excuse she would probably not only slap me but cut off my sensitive area.
My reasons are:
1.I was drunk and I didn't really know what I was doing.
2.I've never drank that much so I was pretty out of it.
And 3.I'm a guy so I couldn't stop myself ,besides I had never done what I did with Chantal so I was curious.
So basically I have no reason to have done what I did with Chantal.
I feel so terrible. I'm not really attracted to Chantal although she's not very hard to look at. She's actually very pretty. She has very straight hair although it's not very long. It stops exactly at her shoulder. She has pale white flawless skin and a body that most guys would die for. She has a slim waist, she's tall and has nice figure. The most noticeable thing on her although are her big gray eyes. They have a language of it's own. Chantal's whole body screams flawless beauty, but her eyes have the look of trouble. Chantal doesn't have to speak because her eyes speak for her. If she's attracted to you she shows it with her eyes. Chantal's beauty is so flawless that it almost looks fake. Chantal looks like a porcelain doll. She looks to commercial pretty. It's way to fake.
Natalie on the other hand isn't hard to look at either. It's the complete opposite. Natalie has a natural beauty. She doesn't put on tons of make-up to end up looking flawless fake. She can pull that off without make-up. Natalie could have a completely different body but she would still look beautiful. You might ask why if Natalie was ugly why would she still be pretty. There's one word for that and that's
Confidence.
Natalie has a confidence that could make a model feel ugly and fat. Natalie doesn't try to put herself down. She knows what she is and doesn't take any crap that tries to prove her wrong. Natalie knows what she's worth and nothing is going to tell her otherwise. That's why I feel like dirt. That's why I wish that right now I was six feet under. I don't deserve her. Natalie is gorgeous. Her big brown eyes are beautiful, her long black hair that starts out straight and ends up curly is beautiful, her tan flawless real skin is gorgeous and her body is something that any man would torture themselves to be with.
"Why did I do It?"
The train has been going for a while now and all I've done is think.
"Ok now I'm really tired!"
Ok now I'm really off to sleep even if for a while…
It's pitch black.
"Hello is anybody here?"
No answer.
"Hello?"
No answer.
What's going on here? I can't see anything! Where am I?
"Scared Potter?"
"Who's there?"
"Your very good acquaintance Potter, I've been waiting for you"
"Who is it?"
Suddenly a light turns on but only for a second. All I got to see was blazing red eyes staring at me, coldly. The lights flicker on again, but again only for a second. The lights keep flickering on and off until I get a clear picture of what's going on.
I'm in a room. I've never seen it before. It has stone floors with stone walls. It's all gray. At the far end of the room there is stone chair. A very ugly creature is sitting on it because all though it has a human figure it's body looks like that of a creature.
It has pale white skin, not like Chantal though. Much more paler. It's skin looks like a piece of white loose leaf paper. It's eyes are a blazing red that would scare any one to death. His body although covered by a ebony cloak can show that his body is thin. Very thin. His hands look like all bones and a thin layer of skin, no meat. It's really disgusting. Next to him is a body on the floor. It's definitely a girl. Her body is just thrown on the floor her back facing me. Before I knew it the lights flickered on again before I got to see who the girl was. I tried to say a spell so that my wand would light up but as I did it the lights flickered back on an dthe body of the girl was gone. It just completely vanished. The people that were around the creature in the chair disappeared. It was only him and me.
"Now we can settle finally settle this battle by ourselves without any distractions. We can finally settle this one on one. Are you ready?"
I was about to answer when everything went pitch black again. I couldn't talk.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter!"
"ehhh….."
I hear myself suddenly say. Who's saying this?
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter!"
I open my eyes and see a middle aged man standing in front me.
"Sorry to wake you Mr. Potter but we have arrived at Platform
9 ¾"
"Oh thank you"
I got off the train and quickly went past the wall that connects Platform nine and ten also known as Platform 9 ¾.
I was out of the train station quickly trying to catch a taxi. Once I did I told him Natalie's direction and off we where.
"What the hell was that dream about?"
Natalie's House
I quickly got out of the taxi and paid the driver. I had muggle money amazingly enough.
I wanted to get off of that taxi quick because all the way the only two things I kept thinking about was:
1. What the hell was that dream about?
2. Most importantly what in the world am I supposed to tell Natalie?
Iight I'm done. Please review. Now I haven't gone off my word that I might stop the story. I just posted this one because I thought it was only fair, but if I don't get more than three (which is what I've gotten so far) votes on if you want me to continue the story and why I'll stop the story. I do have to do homework and stuff anyway so that will give me more time but since I like to write I don't mind having less time to do my homework. I get it done anyway. Okay remember vote or no more chapters! Oh yeah and review on this chapter too if you can thanks! ( I ask for a lot don't I? Lol)
