His Broken Valentine
By Anne Parkington
Woa . . okay, I have not updated in like FOREVER. . . arg.. . its frustrating I know—I'm terribly terribly sorry, but I've had a few personal issues, and its just not been very fun. . . I mean, I found out I have an anxiety disorder that causes me to throw up like. . . all the time so I had to do some trials with some antidepressants (arg!!! ) and then I was failing my classes, which sucked ubermajorness and I had to work to lift them up, I had mono, um. . . my knee ismessed up and just crap crap crap has happened, but fortunately I'm feeling much much better now and am capable of updating my ficcies!!! TA DA!!! YAYYyy! Okay, I know you all don't really care about my personal life and problems, SOO on with said chapter:
Ps. It feels so good to be back!!!
pps. this is basically a rewrite of last chapter cuz that one was really really really really really really crappy--so i just added some more touches, made dumbledore seem a little more I.C and um. . yeah, okay-- .:beam:.
.: chapter 5 :.
Finally, the day of the Valentine's Day dance arrived. All the girls were in a state of utter hysteria as they towed their boyfriends around. (Dumbledore had given them half the day off to be with their sweethearts and to prepare for the dance that night..) Harry was just about to go into the Gryffindor common room when Dobby the house elf ran up to him.
"Harry Potter, sir Is wanted in Professor Dumbledore's office! Him, Miss Granger and Mr. Ron Weasley are all wanted." He said, slightly out of breath and leaning against the wall for support.
"Really?!" Harry said with slight alarm. "What's wrong?"
"Just hurry, sir! Professor says its urgent!"
Harry nodded.
"Parsnip Juice." He said at the fat lady who sung open for him, and Dobby. They rushed in and were greeted by Crookshanks who was sleeping on top of a table.
"Hey cat." Harry said stroking the cat's ears, "Where's 'mione?" Crookshanks leapt off the table and disappeared behind the table cloth. Harry looked down and saw a very familure show sticking out from under the table. He gave it a small tap and there came a loud: BANG!! as the table made a sudden jerk upwards. Hermione appeared from under the table looking ruffled and holding her head.
"Oooo, you nasty blighter! What did you do that for? I was sleeping!"
"With who? Ron?" Harry smirked. Heroine's eyes narrowed. She did not like that. Not at all.
"Sorry. Sorry!!" Harry said apologetically as Hermione scooped up her papers and started to walk off.
"For the last time, I do not like Ron that way, You keep making wisecracks about that but I really don't see how you would have any evidence that would prove I have such emotions for Ron. And Furthermore even if I did, which I certainly do not, I really do not think it would be something anyone should find amusing in the least bit, but I don't like him like that so, it's really not an issue but I-"
Harry clamped a hand over her mouth, making her glare at him.
"Fine! Fine, I'm sorry, Jeez! What were you doing sleeping under there?"
"I wanted some peace. Lavender's busy talking to her boyfriend on her two-way mirror in the room. And before when I fell asleep there were some people playing tonsil hockey and hogging up the arm chairs. . "
"Oh, well. Come along, Dumbledore wants us to meet him in his office." He ran over to the staircase leading up to the boys' dorms.
"OY! Ron! Get down here!"
"I'm busy, you lump!" came a muffled voice. Harry threw a quizzical look at Hermione, who was looking stricken.
"Ron! Stop messing around!" Harry said impatiently. "Get your ass down here right now!" He couldn't imagine why Ron was being l,ike this, and threw a look at Hermione, who wouldn't return his gaze.
"LATER!! I'm alright here fanks!" He said thickly. Harry walked up the stairs and burst through the door to see Ron and Parvati making out furiously against the window. Ron was subtly sliding his hand up her skirt, but Parvarti caught him and giggled madly, pulling him closer.
"Um, Ron?" Harry hissed. Ron turned (while Parvati let out a squeak of surprise and embarrassment and hid behind Ron) and glared angrily at Harry. "Wot?" He snapped, his mouth smeared with pink lipstick.
"Dumbledore asked to see us right away." Harry mumbled looking his feet.
Ron's face softened.
"Why didn't you say so?!" He said. Parvati was now a brilliant shade a scarlet. "Err. . . see you?" He said to her. She nodded, and scurried out of the room, but before she got too far Ron grabbed her arm and whispered something into her ear. She smirked a little and nodded, then continued towards the door. She gave Harry an odd sort of up and down glance before skipping out of the room, making sure her skirt flipped up, revealing a pair of frilled cotton panties. Harry wiggled his eyebrows at Ron, who punched him in the arm. They came down to Hermione, who was staring at Ron in a odd way, her eyes looking wetter than usual.
"What?" He asked, blushing slightly.
"Oh nothing." Hermione said, matter-of-factly. "It's just that you did a horrible job of putting your lip stick on. Its all over your mouth." Harry snorted, but the look in Hermione's eyes told him that she was extremely hurt. He knew she liked him more than she claimed, and she denied his attempts to make her realize so many times, she was probably starting to believe herself. Blushing with a mixture of anger and embarrassment he rubbed his face with the sleeve of his robes and glared at Hermione, who kept her eyes ahead as they walked down the hall to Dumbledore's office. When they got to the goblin, Dobby said, (who, Harry, in the midst of all this, had almost forgotten that he was there,)
"Mint Treacle."
And like clockwork the goblin sprang aside and let them into his office. Dumbledore had already laid out chairs for them to sit in and they took their seats.
"Now, I have brought you here, today to talk about a serious matter that is heinous beyond all measure. There are many things I do not permit in my school most of which involve magical interactions. But this requires no magic at all. No weapon apparatuses at all." Dumbledore said calmly. The three exchanged bewildered looks.
"Cho is having troubles with her boyfriend. And I am asking you to help."
Hermione's facial expression turned to that of one who really did not care but didn't want to let it show.
"With all due respect, Professor, but why don't you talk to Cho's friends about this? We don't really know her too well, and I'm sure her friends would be at a better service to you." Hermione said.
"No. It's not Cho that needs to be reached. It's Oliver."
Their facial expressions changed from bewildered to fear.
"What is Oliver doing to her?" Harry asked slowly. If he's hurting Cho, I'll. . .
Dumbledore took a weary breath, "I fear . . . he is abusing her."
"What?!" Harry and Ron growled
"how could he?! Oliver is so nice! Professor, how can you be sure?" Hermione asked.
"I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I saw her looking into the mirror of Arised, and what she saw was him acting like a normal boy to a girl he truly cares for would act. And it all came together. The bruises, the sudden faint spell, the fear of talking to boys she used to laugh with. Yes, Oliver is abusing her, and he must be stopped. Now, what must be done is-"
"Professor! Come quickly! Someone has let a horde of Dark Tentacles into the dungeon and they're coating everything with swamp!!" Hagrid cried, running into the office.
Dumbledore looked confused for a moment and Harry could understand why. Dark tentacles, an octopus like creature that hid it's self in marshy areas, and attacked innocent travelers wasn't native to their region. How could they have possibly gotten to the castle?
"Right, I'll go with you immediately." Dumbledore said. He looked at the three of them and gave them a smile. "I shall be postponing the dance until further notice because of the dark tentacles. I believe that may delay things for a while. We'll discuss this tomorrow."
The three nodded, and watched him leave. However, Harry was left with a sinking feeling in his stomach, but he didn't know why. Dumbledore believed that delaying the dance would stop Oliver, but if what he said about Oliver was true, and he had no doubt that it was, then a little change in plans wouldn't stop him from seeing Cho tonight.
"Harry, what are we going to do?" Said Hermione softly next to his hear, making him jump.
"I don't know. I. . ." Harry trailed, glancing over at Ron, whose eyes were gleaming with malice.
"Ron?" Hermione asked, following Harry's glance.
"That BASTARD!! How on earth could he. . . bloody 'ell. 'onestly! A girl! Dirty maggot. . . . if I ever see him walking down the hall I'm gonna give him one. . . y'anno. I mean. . just to think, I would never do that to Parvie. . . "
Hermione winced at the mention of his girlfriend's nickname.
"We can't just go attacking him in the middle of school. We need to. . . I don't know. Maybe. . ."
"Catch him in the act?" Hermione asked.
"Precisely!" Harry cried. "We'll follow them one day, and if he starts, we'll jump out and attack him! Alright. . . when?"
"Not tonight, Mate. I've got plans." Ron quirked an eyebrow at Harry.
"You've got to be kidding me!! Cho's in danger and all you can think about is getting in Parvati's knickers?!!"
Ron blushed. "There's nothing we can really do, right? Dumbledore's probably put a lockdown on the dorms, so Cho is safe. I mean, Oliver is in our house, and Cho is in Ravenclaw." Ron explained.
"Still, that's disgusting that you put your penis in front of your heart. I can not stand this! You're making me sick. I'm going." Hermione snapped, and ran out of Dumbledore's office. Harry looked at Ron.
"Wot? Don't tell me you're going to yell at me too, Harry!" Ron cried angrily.
"No, mate. Don't worry. But still, Hermione does have a point. It does seem like you're putting the wrong things first. I mean, Parvati'll always be there for you mate. . . but Cho might need us now. Just. . just think about that. Doing what you want, or doing what's right. What's more important?" Harry said softly and got up to leave too.
"You're right, Harry. But there's not much we can do tonight, is there?"
"no, there isn't but you didn't have to mention your plans. And besides, we both know how Hermione feels."
"What?"
"Hermione. You ever notice how she gets all emotional whenever you're around Parvati, or talk about her?"
"Uh. .yeah, but that-. . . that's not about me, right?"
"Uh. . no, of course not. Let's just go, and sleep on this, and see what happens tomorrow."
They both walked down the hall, to the Gryffindor common room.
Well, I know it wasn't much differn't, but I'm just getting back into it, ladies and gents.
