What do I feel?
A/N: Yeah, I had to repost the story, cause I messed up some things. No, you're not going crazy…..
DaugherOfTheNight: Yeah, Angelina will find out. It'll probably be like how Ron found out in the book. She'll probably notice something and Harry will be forced to tell her. Something like that. I write as I think. No plans….sooooo….I have no Idea for sure either . Probably going to be this chapter though.
angelface04: Glad you like it. Actually, I read "you'll do great" and decided I really liked it. That was the story that made me think of what a Angelina/Harry pair might be like.
Majestrix: Yeah, after I read what you wrote about the spelling and the dialouge flow, I reread the story so far. You're right. Thanks for the tip, I'll try to work on that.
Dragon'sSword: Yeah, I just posted ch2 and had a little hint in there. They'll probably never become boyfriend/girlfriend, but there WILL be attraction in there. You know, the REALLY live WAY more than as a friend, but…it's hard to explain………
Thanks for the reviews everyone….make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside )
Well then….let's get started shall we?
Chapter 3.
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Harry was jolted awake at about 4:30 Saturday morning. Sitting up, he reached for his glasses. After putting them on, he looked to see what had awakened him and noticed someone standing at the foot of his bed.
"huh?...who…" Harry was cut off when the person put a finger to their lips, indicating that he should be quiet.
"Oy, Harry, wake up you. Get ready, we have Quidditch practice this morning" Harry recognized the voice and knew it was Angelina standing at the end of his bed.
Harry looked at his clock.
"What the hell is wrong with you? It's 4:30 in the morning. Practice isn't until 2 this afternoon….what gives?"
Angelina looked down at him, wondering if she should laugh at the look on his face, or just stay calm and explain. She chose the second option,
"Oh, we're still practicing at 2…I just decided that since you got yourself in a week of detention, you could use the practice. I'm going to go on out. Get dressed and wake up Ron would you?" before giving Harry a chance to respond, she left the dorm.
Harry frowned and went over to Ron's bed.
"Oy, Ron. Wake up" Run just groaned and turned over. "Ron…c'mon. We have practice…..I REALLY don't want Angelina yelling at me again…." Ron opened his eyes and turned to face Harry.
"Oh fine…" Ron got up, and the two boys got dressed. Grabbing their brooms, they exited the dorm and made their way out of the tower and towards the quidditch field.
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Quidditch practice went like it usually did. They followed the basic routine that had been there since the days of Oliver Wood. This went on until about 7 o'clock, at which time Angelina called them together and dismissed everyone.
After returning to the school, Harry made his way to the Great Hall for a quick breakfast. He sat down next to Hermione, and they traded hellos. Hermione asked where Ron was and Harry said something about the common room, Dean, and chess.
Harry didn't spend that much time in the great hall, and about 25 minutes after eating he left again. Making his way through the castle, totally oblivious to his surroundings, he didn't notice all the murmurs from other people as he passed by. Then again, he was used to them by now so maybe he was just tuning it all out.
He finally reached the Gryffindor common room and received several hellos before going up to his dorm and falling asleep on his bed. He knew Ron would wake him up before they had to go to the second practice……..hopefully.
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Harry's rest was pretty dreamless. In fact, it seemed as if he had his head down for 3 seconds before Ron jumped on him in an effort to wake him up.
"Stupid jackass" Harry mumbled as he sat up and stretched. It was probably a good thing that Ron couldn't hear him.
"Oy Harry, wake up. I have no idea what you're thinking, sleeping at this time of day, but we have practice in half an hour." Ron said.
"Then why are you waking me now?" Muttered Harry as he found his glasses and put them on.
"Oh? You mean you want to starve?"
"Fine, fine…." Harry got himself straightened up before he and Ron left the tower.
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The two boys joined Hermione at the Gryffindor table 5 minutes later, and were already halfway through their lunch. They all talked about the trivial things in life, trying their best to ignore the whispers that followed Harry everywhere. At 5 minutes before 2, Harry and Ron left the Great Hall and started making their way towards the quidditch pitch and Gryffindor locker room.
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Everyone was in the locker room getting changedwhile Angelina described some of the stuff they would be doing during practice.
"We'll work on passing first. Then we can start will some practice for our individual positions. Ok…everyone ready?" Everybody nodded. "Good, let's go." She led the way out of the locker room and onto the field.
Just before entering the stadium, Angelina turned to face the rest of the team.
"Ok, just to let you know, there are going to be some people out there watching. Just try to ignore them. Ok?" Once again, everyone nodded.
By the time they got out onto the field, it was hard to tell who the spectators would be. They were greeted by jeers and boo's. It was none other than the Slytherin quidditch team. Mounting their brooms, they 7 players from the Gryffindor team rose up into the air.
"Ok everyone. Forma circle and we'll work on passing." Shouted Angelina.
Harry looked at Ron and noticed he looked very pale. Drifting over to him, he tapped his shoulder.
Ron jumped at the contact. "Just ignore them and focus on the practice, ok?" Harry said, hoping it would help his friend. Ron gave a weak nod, and Harry went back to his spot.
Angelina started with the quaffle. She passed to Fred, who passed to Katie, who passed it to Ron, who dropped it. Ron dove to catch it, and then passed it to Harry. Harry passed it to George, who passed it to Alicia, who passed it to Angelina. This went on for some time. Ron was slowly getting better, but each time he went to catch it, the Slytherins would call out to him. This caused to lose focus more than once. Harry eventually glanced at Angelina. She nodded, and then called the team together.
"Ok, that's enough of that." She said. "Ron, you'll go down to the goal posts and attempt to block the shots Katie, Alicia and I make. Fred and George will get some practice beating the Bludgers away from us. Harry will do his thing and go after the snitch. Everyone got that?" she asked. Everyone confirmed that they had understood the directions.
Angelina went do to the box that housed the balls. "Everyone ready?" more nods. "Ok then…1….2….3" She released the Bludgers and looked at Harry.
"You ready Harry?"
"Yeah"
Angelina released the snitch, and watched it fly off before remounting her broom. Once she was back up in the air, she shouted, "Ok everyone. Do your thing!"
Harry idly noticed everyone breaking off into their respective areas, while he was looking for the snitch. Seeing as how he didn't even get a glimpse he flew even higher, until he was a good bit above everyone else, and started searching again.
'There…' he thought as he caught sight of it, hovering right by Alicia Spinet's head. He took off heading straight for it. Alicia let out a small scream as Harry zoomed within 2 feet of her head. Harry was about half a foot from the snitch when he heard the whistle blow. Looking down at Angelina, he saw her flying over to Ron.
"Oy, Ron! You're straying. You left the middle and right goals wide open. Keep in front of the middle one, and move only if you see the quaffle heading for one of the other goals. Got that?"
The Slytherins snickered, and Ron bowed his head, giving a slight nod. When Angelina blew the whistle as a signal to start again, Harry looked off to where he saw the snitch go. Nothing was there.
'Great' he thought. 'Just great. I lost it.' He flew back up to try and spot it again.
After 5 minutes of, thankfully, undisturbed searching, he spotted the snitch again. This time, it was hovering just below a stationary Angelina. An evil smile formed on Harry's face as he thought of nothing but payback for being woken up so early. He angled his firebolt so that it was facing the direction he needed to go, and launched himself straight at Angelina.
Angelina looked up just in timed to see Harry coming straight at her. She let out a scream and covered her head with her hands. Just as he was about to collide with her, Harry leaned back and flew right under her, successfully capturing the snitch. The Slytherin team was forgotten as the rest of the Gryffindor's turned as they heard Angelina scream.
Harry brought himself and his broom right up in front of Angelina, who for the most part looked like she was going to kill him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter!" She shouted. Harry grinned at her fury.
"Catching the snitch…That IS what I'm supposed to do, right?" Harry said with mock innocence.
"You damn well know what I mean!"
"Fine…I was having a little fun while bathing in sweet sweet revenge." He said, smirking at her ire.
Angelina glared at him, muttered "whatever" and called the rest of the team over.
Alicia and Katie were giggling, Ron was grinning, and Fred and George flew over to Harry.
"Great job mate." Said Fred, smirking.
"Yeah….too bad for you though. She'll never forget that." George chimed in, his expression matching Fred's.
Harry didn't respond though. He was still staring at Angelina as a thought came in to his head.
'Wow…..she looks…well, cute….when she's angry…' Harry, realizing what he had just thought, turned his head to look anywhere but at her. 'Whoa…..don't even go there Harry. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts.' Harry shook his head.
"Alright, everyone into the locker room. Remember, we come back out at 2." Angelina announced. She was obviously still a little pissed.
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By the time they got back to the locker room, it was 4:30. Angelina was in the captain's office while everyone else was getting changed. Fred and George finished first, and left. They were followed by Alicia and Katie, who were giggling about something. Angelina was still in the office, leaving Harry and Ron alone.
Harry turned to Ron, ready to give encouragement.
"You did good Ron, really. You may still make us proud." Harry grinned, and Ron blushed.
Breaking out of his state of embarrassment, Ron grinned and said, "That stunt you pulled with Angelina was brilliant." Harry grinned back.
"Yeah, pure genius."
Both boys jumped. They hadn't noticed Angelina coming out of the captain's office, and were shocked when she entered the conversation.
Angelina walked past them and sat on the bench Harry's equipment was sitting on. She started glaring at Harry.
"I hope you know that I will get revenge for your revenge," she said, breaking out of her frown and grinning at him. Harry looked away, causing his body to shift slightly. Unfortunately, this caused his equipment to become visible.
Angelina frowned again when she noticed something.
"Hey, Harry. Why's your glove bloody?" She asked.
All the blood drained from Harry's face as he quickly went to cover his bag.
"What are you talking about?" Asked Harry, faking confusion. Angelina went around Harry and grabbed his bag. Reaching inside of it, she found the bloody glove and started inspecting it. She looked up at Harry, her face expressing her shock.
"Give me your hand Potter." She demanded with a stern face.
"There's nothing wrong with my hand."
"Just give it to me." She reached over and grabbed his hand. Ron, who was still starring at the scene as it played out, had no idea what was going on.
Angelina looked down at Harry's hand and started clearing away the wet blood. She then took a wet piece of paper and started cleaning off the dry blood, this caused the writing to reveal itself. She looked up at him.
"Have you been cutting yourself, Harry?"
"Ummm…..n-no, not r-really." Harry was stuttering. He really did not want to have to explain what went on in his detentions.
"Then tell me what happened." She said rather forcefully. Ron, who had just seen Harry's hand, went over to the two.
"Blimey, Harry. What did you do?" Asked Ron.
Needless to say, Harry was getting very annoyed. He yanked his hand back, causing it to open and start bleeding again. Biting back a cry, he said. "I didn't do anything."
Glaring at the them, he made to leave. Before he could open the door, he heard Ron's voice.
"It's was that Umbridge women, wasn't it…." Ron said softly. Harry and Angelina turned to look at him. "You come back to the common room every night after your detention and your hand is always bleeding. You never said anything, so I didn't ask…" Ron trailed off, looking embarrassed.
Harry sighed, and walked back into the locker room. He sat on a bench and put his head in his hands. He gave a slight nod.
Angelina, who had been staring at them since Ron had opened his mouth, decided she wanted an explanation.
"Harry, I want you to tell me exactly what happened." She said in a soft yet firm voice.
Harry sighed again, and then nodded. In a hushed tone, he told both what had been happening during his detentions.
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By the time Harry finished his explanation, both Ron and Angelina had looks of horror on their faces. Harry bowed his head.
"You're not serious…." Said Ron in disbelief.
Harry nodded. "I am"
'That toad is twisted….sick, twisted, evil, insane….' Ron's thoughts went on and on, disgusted that someone would force you to write in your own blood while cutting open your own hand over and over.
'It's going to take all my restraint to avoid cursing her into oblivion next time I see her….'Angelina thought, appalled that a teacher, even that Umbridge women, would do that to a student.
"You should tell someone." Ron said. "On second thought, tell McGonagall. She'd flip."
"No" Harry said. "I will not givethat toadthe satisfaction of knowing she got to me." By now, Harry was glaring at the two.
"Ron's right Harry. You should tell someone. That Umbridge woman can't get away with this." Said Angelina. Harry was curious as to why she sounded so worried, but shrugged it of and turned away from them.
"You see? This is why I didn't tell anyone. I knew they'd react like this." Harry said. "I'm going back up, but I'm not telling anyone. I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't say anything either." Giving them one last glance, he opened the door.
"Fine" But Ron and Angelina said. Harry smiled slightly and left.
Shortly after, Ron collected his things and, with a small wave, left the locker room. Angelina sighed and sat back down on the bench. She remembered everything Harry had told her and Ron. She remembered his describing what it was like when he wrote with that accursed quill. She remembered when he said Umbridge made him write "I must not tell lies" over and over, until it was engraved so deep that it would not heal.
'You're not a liar, Harry...and….you shouldn't have to go through all this…..' Angelina's thoughts trailed off as she gathered her belongings and left the locker room.
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A/N: Yes, I know that the time period between the first and second practices is really breif and vauge, but at least I put it in. I was going to sop after Angelina said the thing about Harry not being a liar, but it wouldn't have worked. That was going to be from the first practice, but then I couldn't continue the chapter after that, so I had it be the 2nd chap and added another practice and the time betweeen. And the thing with Harry's nap, 4:30 is really early when it comes to waking up…well, for me at least. Therefore, that was cause he was tired…..aside from the fact that I didn't want to explain all the time between the practices. They're still not as long as I want them to be… . Ok, I'm done my ranting. Wow….that was long….oh well, later all.
PS: If it sucks, I'm sorry. It's 3 in the morning here, and I'm a person who has to sleep to live…..
PSS: Special thanks to Majestrix, my beta reader for this chapter.