Chapter Five
Oh shit oh shit oh shit…
What do they want? It's only been a few days since I had seen them! Bloody hell I am going to die…
"Parvati are you alright?"
Shit.
I shuffled my feet, preparing to run for it but a softly hand fell onto my shoulder. Harry's breath was on the back of my neck, making the very hairs stand up on end. With his hand on my shoulder, I couldn't escape now, even if I had wanted to.
"Parvati you're so pale, what's wrong?" Harry asked again, this time he turned me around to face him.
Those jade eyes were filled with deep worry and concern, each tiny fleck of forest green flickered in the dim glow that each torch gave off as his brow furrowed curiously. I suddenly realized that I had butterflies fluttering around inside of me, I don't know why though, it's just Harry.
"Never mind Harry…everything's fine…" I replied in a hushed tone. Shrugging, him off I ran up several flights of stairs, I knew he was following me but I kept on running, the letter was still in my grasp but I made myself think that I wasn't running away from Harry, but from my parents.
Suddenly I came to a halting thud, against someone's torso and I found myself sprawled on the stone cold floor. My breath was ragged and rapid, my hands trying to find some solid ground to hoist myself up but since I was sweating allover, including my hands, it was nearly impossible.
"Why Miss Patil why aren't you at lunch? Hear let me help you." I recognized the voice, it was Dumbledore helping me up onto my feet.
Dumbledore knows my name?
Weird.
"Umm I'm not hungry?" I managed to stutter, looking at a small stone face on the floor and once again I found myself shuffling my feet shyly.
"Miss Patil, I believe young Mr. Potter is racing down here so I believe you should be on your way." And as simply as that, he dismissed me as I sprinted towards my Gryffindor Room.
In the Gryffindor Common, I sat there, staring at the crumpled letter engraved with my family's emblem with a deep, saddening feeling of dread. Tears built up in my eyes, slipped down my cheeks as my fingers traced over the blue delicate emblem that is surely going to cause me great pain.
As soon as my fingers touched the candle wax the letter unraveled itself and change colour-It was an actual Howler. The flaming red Howler opened itself and a magnified, ice cold voice echoed throughout the warm, red and gold room.
"Next Hogmeade's visit, noon, be there Parvati, same place."
"My mother could always do wonders with her voice, I wonder which voice she'll do next." I wondered out loud, sarcastically, throwing myself onto the nearest couch and curling myself up in a huddled mess. Anxious about my parents visit to Hogmeade's.
HARRY'S P.O.V.
"Harry you shouldn't be running in the passageways. I suggest you return to your respective place on the Gryffindor Table." Dumbledore said, smiling softly at me as we met each other halfway on the forth floor stairs.
"But Professor-"
"Harry, Miss Patil has received a letter, don't you think she deserves some privacy?" Dumbledore interrupted me, it was really getting annoying with everyone interrupting me and preventing me talking to Parvati.
"Alright Professor, I'll go down to lunch soon." I mumbled reluctantly, turning back towards the pathway leading to the Great Hall.
I looked behind me to check if Dumbledore was watching before racing to the Library and towards the nearest fireplace. All of the fireplaces in the school had a separate floo network to the rest of England so you could only travel inside of Hogwarts, except when someone changes it personally, which was kind of unlikely.
Grabbing some of the ancient floo powder from its pot, I threw it hard into the embers of the low fire but before I could jump into the now violent shade of green blazing fire, someone grabbed the back of my robes and tugged me back.
"Harry! What are you doing? Thank Merlin you're here, I need to tell you something before I tell Ron." Hermione shushed in her usual bossy tone, she still was dragging me over to her desk, which was completely covered in numerous books about her boring subjects.
"You know very well that in section seventeen-forty, part X, line seventy-nine, that the rules clearly state that you cannot use the Hogwarts floo network-"
"-Unless it is of utmost importance. Yeah, yeah, I know Hermione but it was important." I finished for her, imitating her know-it-all tone.
"Oh yeah like it was last time?"
"Yes, you knew Snape was coming down the hall when we came in from practice a little dirty-"
"A little!? Filch took weeks to clean that mud and dirt off the entrance way rugs!"
"So? You could have let us use the floo network to race upstairs before Snape dock one hundred points of Gryffindor!" I snapped, Hermione never listens to reason.
"Look, before you open your mouth at probably yell at me by saying it was our own fault, I want to say this: This actually was important Hermione, just because it isn't about you, doesn't mean it's not important." And with that thrown in her open-mouthed face, I left in a silent run heading towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
PARVATI'S P.O.V.
Unfortunately, I've got to go to my parents meeting.
But you'll get beaten because you have forgotten to ask Dumbledore for a change in houses.
You're parents will pull you out of the school like they have threatened so many times during your summers.
I don't want to go to Ravenclaw though; they all think I'm some dim-witted idiot who was sent to the 'pathetic' Gryffindor House.
Sighing, I left my thoughts at the back of my mind as I climbed the stair to my little domain filled with other giggly seventh year girls.
When I reached my trunk I pulled out my box and another canvas, making my way down to the window seats of the Gryffindor Common Room and setting up just like I did at the Leaky Cauldron all those long nights ago.
I sat there drawing my base sketch before layering it with creamy-whites and yellowish paints. I was painting the angel that would save me, My Angel. In the painting/ sketch My Angel was carrying me in his arms, there was no face, and this is because I have no idea if what my angel looks like or that he exists or not.
"Hello Parvati." A soft whisper spoke from behind. I turned to see who it was and to my surprise it was-
"Hello Hermione." I replied, returning to paint the edges of the feathers near the curve of his neck.
"Can I tell you a secret, you're the only one I can turn to and I'm afraid to go to Ron or Harry." She inquired, my heart fluttered at the sound of Harry's name, I don't know why it did this though, and it was bizarre.
"Umm sure, let me guess you want to tell me why you've been acting like a bossy, know-it-all person ever since you were born?" I mocked her, but a wave of guilt knocked me over mentally and I immediately apologized.
"Ouch I deserve that, no need to apologize. However, it's something far from that and well, I need some help to you know break the news to Harry and Ron…" Hermione whimpered sympathetically.
"Alright, you might as well tell me then, what is the 'news'?"
