"Harry Potter and the Daughter of Darkness"
By: Me, Myself and I
("Talking") ('Thinking') ( . . . Scene change) ( Time passes)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter-but I have the books. .
DarkfireTails: Guess what! I'm back! And guess what again! C.-F.F.'s not here! YAY!
Everyone: Hurray! Three cheers!
DT: That also means we won't have the death match today, though. But that's a good thing! Aaaaalrighty then! On with the fic!
Previously:
Draco's POV
"Get off me, you filthy little-oh! No I meant...!" I stood there horrified. It wasn't a first year.
"Ce-Celine! Wait...I-I didn't-" Too late.
Now:
Chapter 3: When I Met You
Celine's POV
'I don't believe it...I can't believe he would say that to me!'
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up at him. He was trying to apologize, but I didn't want to hear it. I turned on my heels and ran from him, my tears were now falling fast. I could hear him calling for me to come back. I wanted badly to turn around and run back to him but I couldn't.
"Celine! Come back! I'm sorry!" he yelled after me.
Reaching the bathroom, I locked the door and fell on my knees. Luckily there was no one there, or else I'd have some explaining to do. I felt tired and sleepy and tried to fight the urge to sleep because I didn't want to get left behind when we arrived at Hogwarts.
Normal POV
Heads poked out of several compartments. They were trying to see what the entire ruckus was about. The familiar heads of Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny were among them.
Malfoy stood just outside of Harry's compartment. (A/N: Coincidence? Maybe...) He was looking down at his feet when he heard someone speak.
"What do you want now Malfoy?" said Harry through gritted teeth. He thought that Draco was going to come into their compartment to annoy them. By now, most of the peeping heads had returned into their compartments. Only those of Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny were left.
Draco raised his head to face Harry. It was a while before his brain registered who just spoke to him.
"None of your business Potter." he said and walked back into his empty compartment, slamming the door behind him.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked, more to himself than to everyone else.
All of them, except for Fred and George, shrugged as Harry sat down.
"Dunno..." Said Ron, stuffing his mouth with chocolate frogs, earning disgusted looks from Hermione and Ginny.
"Honestly, Ron," started Hermione, "you eat like a pig! Close your mouth will you!"
Everyone but Fred and George laughed at Hermione's statement. They were thinking about something...or rather someone. They had heard everything that happened outside with Celine and Draco thanks to the extendable ears. It seemed like no one but them had wondered where Celine had gone. George had an idea.
"Oi, Fred. Do you reckon we should go find Celine? I believe it's just a little while 'til this here train stops at Hogwarts."
But before Fred could answer, Harry jumped up from his seat when he heard his sister's name.
"Bloody hell! I forgot about Celine!" Harry near shouted. He dashed out the door shortly followed by Fred and George who were grinning.
"Finally!" exclaimed Fred. "Took him long enough. If Celine were my sister..." He never finished. The train was coming to a stop.
Ginny looked out the window. "We're here!" she squealed. She ran out the door and joined up with Luna Lovegood, who was staring dreamily at Ron again, and a few other friends.
Hermione, Fred, George, and Ron searched for any sign of Harry or Celine, but they gave up, thinking that Harry probably already found her. But he hadn't. He thought they might have found her so he too gave up his search (A/N: Tsk, tsk, Harry. How irresponsible of you.)
Draco, however, knew exactly where Celine was. He headed straight for the bathroom as soon as the train slowed and knocked. No one answered. Knocking again and again, still he received no response. He was worried now and thinking the worst. He decided to open the door.
"Alohomora!" he said, pointing his wand at the lock.
He slowly opened the door.
"Cel...ine?"
Draco let out a sigh of relief. There Celine was, asleep on the floor of the bathroom. She looked so peaceful and he really didn't want to disturb her but he had to. Taking a few steps toward her, Draco knelt beside Celine. He nudged her carefully. He gave up after a while of nudging her. Hagrid's voice boomed outside.
"Firs' years! Firs' years o'er 'ere!" Hagrid called.
Deciding that he would just carry her instead, Draco placed an arm under her knees and behind her back (A/N: He carried her bridal style.) and lifted her up. She was quite light so he had no trouble carrying her off the train.
"What are you looking at!" he shouted to a couple of first years. A few others stared at him, probably because of the fact that he had an unconscious girl in his arms.
He ignored this afterwards and got into an empty horseless carriage (A/N: I love those thestrals!). After setting Celine down on the seat opposite him, Draco resisted the urge to brush a stray hair from her face. He closed his eyes and thought about when he first met Celine. It was about five years ago, during his first year...
Flashback
"Watch out!" Draco yelled as he lunged at the girl, pinning her down and covering her as a tall shelf of heavy books soon came crashing down on them. There were screams coming from people who saw the whole thing.
"Hey..." he said to the girl blushing under him. "You ok?"
(A/N: I love Draco-no, wait...I love Tom Felton and a Draco look-alike at my school! Can you believe it? Malfoy in muggle clothes...sighs He is just sooo hot-I'm talking about T.F. and the Draco look-alike...well, you get the point.)
For a moment, they locked eyes. He stared into her light, blue-green eyes as she did with his gray ones. The stare lasted about a few seconds more before she broke it off, furiously blushing a deep crimson and turning her head, nodding also to answer his earlier question.
Draco noticed something. There was a bit of blood trickling down the side of her head. He made to wipe the blood, but he winced in pain when he tried to move. Unable to take the weight of the shelf anymore, Draco collapsed onto the girl, startling her.
"Oh!"
"Sorry..." said Draco weakly, "I must be heavy for you."
The girl shook her head. "No," she started, but he had closed his eyes. The girl wrapped her arms around him, as if afraid he was going somewhere. "...You're not" she finished in a whisper. They were getting crushed under the heavy books.
A distant rush of footsteps could be heard. Just as soon as she closed her eyes, she could hear voices. Someone had alerted the teachers.
"Oh! Those poor children!"
"Celine!" came a highly familiar voice.
"Stand aside! Stand aside!" A woman with a Scottish accent muttered a spell and the books and shelf on top of them flew off and landed neatly in a pile.
The girl squinted her eyes up at them. Her gaze fell on familiar green eyes.
"Harry?" she asked in a small voice as a few people lifted Draco off her. Harry bent down and helped Celine up. He gave Draco a look of loathing.
"What did he-" Harry started, but Celine interrupted him
"Is he alright?"
"He's fine," said the woman who helped them. "Just exhausted. Are you sure you're alright, Ms. Potter?"
"Yes...yes I'm fine professor."
"Well I don't think so!" said Madame Pomfrey, who came up to them and pulled Celine towards her. "Look at you! You're a mess!" she said, indicating the slow trickle of blood from the side of Celine's head and the scratches on her face.
Celine looked at the unconscious Malfoy, who was being pampered by Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin first year. Harry looked as though he was about to puke at the sight of them.
"He'll come too, right?" she asked Madame Pomfrey meekly.
"Of course he will!" replied Madame Pomfrey, conjuring up a stretcher in which Malfoy was placed on.
They followed Madame Pomfrey up to the Hospital Wing; Harry helping a slightly dizzy Celine up the stairs and the stretcher carrying Malfoy hovering in front of them.
"Ohhhh..." groaned Malfoy as he opened his eyes. "What?"
Draco had put his hand down to his side to find it resting on a sea of black hair.
"Who...?" he started, but stopped when the owner of the hair started to stir. Draco blinked and immediately found himself staring into those familiarly soft, light blue-green eyes.
"You're awake..." she said softly, putting on a smile.
"How...what-" Draco was trying to ask something but Celine put a finger to his lips.
"You've been asleep for three hours. I stayed here the whole time. Pansy slapped me in the face, though. I think she was really pissed that Madame Pomfrey let me stay and not her."
Only then did Draco notice her slightly red cheek. What he didn't notice was that Harry, Hermione, and Ron had just entered the Hospital Wing. Harry was about to tell them what happened (The three of them still had classes, that's why they came three hours later) but stopped when he saw Celine beside Draco.
Draco sat up and reached out a hand to caress Celine's slightly red (left) cheek (A/N: Not THAT cheek...sheesh! Pervs and their crazy ideas!).
"Don't touch her Malfoy!" Harry spat. Behind him, Ron and Hermione were a bit shocked by the sudden display of emotion coming from Draco.
Harry was still angry with himself. He had let Celine get hurt and worst of all, his enemy, Draco Malfoy, was the one who helped her. Some brother he was.
"You heard me. Don't touch her." Harry's eyes were unflinching.
Draco looked up. His face showed no emotion now.
"What if I want to?" he snapped back. Celine was getting worried.
"It's ok...Harry," she said cautiously to her 'brother'. Turning back to Draco and leaning dangerously close so he could feel her warm breath on his face, she whispered "I'll sneak out later...wait for me by the lake" softly so that only he could hear. Just as she had said that, Malfoy pulled her into a kiss.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were shocked. Malfoy was kissing Celine! Just as Hermione fainted on a nearby bed (A/N: I don't know why! She just did!), two voices boomed behind them.
"How's our-What in the name of Merlin!"
(A little while ago kind of like a flashback but not quite; just as Celine was saying "...wait for me by the lake")
Footsteps and laughter could be heard as the Hospital Wing door swung open. It was Fred and George.
"How's our-What in the name of Merlin!" they exclaimed together.
The twins had just entered when Malfoy kissed Celine. Immediately, Fred and George strode over and grabbed one arm each. They pulled her away.
"Ahem," said Fred dangerously. George was glaring at Malfoy, who was glaring back with a slight smirk forming on his lips. Celine was dazed.
"I told you not to touch her!" Harry suddenly shouted. He was furious. He hadn't been this angry since Sirius had...well, died (A/N: Talk about overprotective!) With his wand out and aiming at Malfoy, Harry was about to curse him into oblivion. Ron tried to stop him, but someone else did it first. Stopped Harry, I mean.
"Mr. Potter!" said a woman's voice. Madame Pomfrey to the rescue.
(A/N: If Draco seemed a bit out of character OOC, I believe, is the abbreviation if not for you, then it is for me to you, don't make a big deal of it 'coz that's how it is)
End Flashback
The horseless carriage stopped (A/N: More interruptions.) and Draco, carrying Celine again, got out.
(Meanwhile, with the 'Golden Trio' and friends...)
Ron, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, the twins' partner in crime, scrambled hurriedly out of the carriage. Ron had to pull Ginny out as well.
"Yuck!" exclaimed Ron. "Really you two! We don't quite appreciate a snogging session on the first day of school you know!"
He was covering Ginny's eyes from the scene in the carriage. Harry and Hermione blushed. They didn't mean to do it. Blame it on hormones.
"Sorry, Ron, all of you." said Harry, blushing 5 shades of red. Hermione merely stepped out of the carriage and looked straight at them.
"Just goes to show how immature you lot are. It's not as if you haven't kissed anyone either, Ron." She said, emphasizing the 'Ron' in a teasing manner.
Ron blushed and looked away. He refused to take part in what he thought they were all going to talk about next: Him and Fleur.
"Be quiet Hermione," he said. Almost everyone laughed.
Yet again, Fred and George didn't join in. They were busy searching for Celine's face in the crowd.
(A/N: Did you notice that they seem to act more like her brothers? More brother-like than Harry even.)
"Hey, George. Let's go look for Celine," said Fred to his twin. He smiled. 3-2-1.
"Bloody hell!" Once again, Harry had completely forgotten about Celine.
(A/N: Forgetful now, isn't he?)
With the twins still smiling, the group split up to look for the girl-always-being-forgotten-about-by-Harry-the-irresponsible-but-overprotective-brother.
The students 2nd year and above were already making their way to the Great Hall. Harry & Hermione were snogging again, this time while walking (A/N: I don't know how they do it; must be one of my evil sister's evil plot holes gone horribly wrong. AAATS! What the Bloody Hell times oblivion did you #$&! do! AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH! Why I oughta grumble, grumble, grumble ... Thinks of something evil & laughs evilly as she gets her giant bazooka & walks out of the room humming "A hunting we will go")
DarkfireTails: WHAAAAT! Who wrote that!
C.-F.F.: Oh, I don't know...me?
DT: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Everyone: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
C.-F.F. (mockingly): What? Did you miss me? You guys are so sweet. Heh-heh-heh.
The evil black-haired-Kurama-in-a-Darth-Vader-costume has returned. What devastatingly horrible horrors will he now bring? (Sarcastically) Oh the horror...s...
DT (stuttering): Wh-what-? H-HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF THE BLACK HOLE! I THOUGHT I SHOVED YOU IN DEEP ENOUGH! WHY DOES EVERYTHING I DO GO WRONG!
C.-F.F.: As the (evil) wise men say:
'Good may defeat blah, blah, blah . . . let's just get to the point. FK off B&$H. Evil always comes back to haunt you.'
Mua-hah-hah-hah-haaaa!
DT: NOOOOOOOOO!
What evil shall the evil black-haired-Kurama-in-a-Darth-Vader-costume do now? How will our now-very-upset-&-close-to-hysteria-authoress-who-wrote-the-fanfic-you-are-reading be able to live long enough to see the day-that-DarkfireTails-might-not-be-able-to-see-tomorrow-because-of-a-really-evil-but- nevertheless-hot-looking-evil-black-haired-Kurama-in-a-Darth-Vader-costume?
Will the deathmatch-postponed-from-last-chapter-that-no-one-thought-was-going-to-happen-today because C.-F.F.-who-was-stuck-up-a-place-called-the-black-hole-which-is-really-an-elephant's-ass was late in appearing in the-fanfic-that-was-ruined-thanks-to-the-angry-cohort-who-looks-like-an-evil-black-haired-Kurama-in-a-Darth-Vader-costume-alias-C.-F.F. happen today? Let's hope not.
P.s.-The only reason that C.-F.F. was late in the comeback was because he had to spend a whole day getting the stinky off.
- 'The management'
DarkfireTails (suffering under the weight of C.-F.F.; mumbling): Why did this have to happen to me? Stupid-OWW!
C.-F.F. (sitting on DT's back & pulling her leg): Give up yet?
DT: NO! NEV-AHH!
C.-F.F. (pulling harder on said leg): Give up? Now?
DarkfireTails (pounding on the floor with her fist in pain): AHHHH! LET...GOOO! OOWWW! NOT THE HAIR!
C.-F.F. (grabbed a fistful of DT's hair & is pulling it): If you'd rather do this the hard way then...
Mind you. What I wrote above really happened...& it still hurts.
DarkfireTails (glares straight at the HP cast, who are cowering behind the curtains): WHAT! So you're all just going to stand there & do nothing? END MY MISERY ALREADY!
Voldemort: If you say so...Avada Ke-
DT: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! If you're gonna do that aim it at HIM! jerks thumb back at C.-F.F., who is still sitting on her back
C.-F.F.: Who? Me?
DarkfireTails: JUST END THE FIC DAMNIT!
Draco (being pushed forward by the rest of the crew): Will you stop PUSHING! Clears throat
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Harry (smiling nervously): Eh-heh-heh. Bye.
DarkfireTails: OWW! Until next-AHH! Time-MY LEG! Reviews-OUCH! Pleas- AHHH! Please!
Special thanks to:
Cutiepie 55: I hope this helped. He won't interrupt the fics so much in the following chapters. You'll see why in the next chappie.