Disclaimer: I own nothing except Amaya and Mr Page
Risi: Yep. 'I'm sorry' does work wonders. Its such a pity that it is so rarely used. I'm sorry about what happened to you. The hall incident actually happened to me. I'm not a snape fan, cos i think that although he's a risk-his-life spy, and everything, he's still a git. As for the address, well he uses it in the next few chapters.He's not going to be against gays, he was just using it to get at Amaya, cos she is touchy about peopleinsulting remus.
Someone Stupid: O.k. he won't have a partner. Enjoythe chapter.
Miss stephanie Black: Is this soon enough for you?
Hobey-Ho: sniffs in gratitude I'm so flattered. i just thought that there are enough harry is a good guy, and always nice fics floating around so i tried to do one a bit different.
Rozi126: Just read on.
A.N. I am dedicating this chapter to my old form tutor, who was there for me to talk to when no other bugger was, even if it was just about the differences between the books and films of LOTR or speculation on the new Star Wars fil, so lets hear it for Mr Austin. Woo Hoo. waves banner enthusiastically ahem. moving on. Please can you read my 'Harry potter and the Stranger's Gift' fic, cos i need feed back for it, and also to know whether i should carry it on. hugs readers thankyou.
oh, by the way
Harry's thoughts
James' thoughts
Lily's thoughts
Sirius' thoughts
Amaya's thought's
On with the chapter
The next few days passed without incident, and the relationship between Amaya and the transfer students remained calm. Harry didn't know if he was happy or sad about this. Upon seeing her standing over him, fire in her eyes, and her full red mouth set determination, even though her wand was pointed at his heart, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. It was clear to him now, that there was no way they could ever be friends, a fact made clear to him after she had punched him, and after the meeting with Amaya's form tutor, Mr Page, the next day.
Flashback
Sullenly, he walked along the path to the Music department of the school, his surprisingly informal summons of 'Come for a chat this lunchtime' burning in his pocket. The sun was shining through the clouds, making him sweat beneath his collar. It wasn't nervousness, because he never got nervous over a detention. Looking through the window, he stopped. Inside, Mr Page and Amaya were talking, Amaya gesturing to emphasise her point, a dazzling smile on her face as she occasionally broke off to laugh. Minutes later, they were both rolling around in their seats with helpless mirth. And then Amaya glanced out of the window and saw him. The smile faded as quickly as sunlight in an eclipse. Bowing to the inevitable, Harry pushed open the door and walked inside.
'Hello Harry.' Mr Page's voice was as pleasant as Remus' had been. 'Amaya, if you'll excuse us.' Standing, she silently complied and walked for the door behind Harry. Face serene, with no emotion showing, she walked by; her honey coloured hair trailing in loosely plaited pigtails, on either side of her shoulders. Harry couldn't help but notice the slight sway of her hips as she walked. The door clicked gently shut behind him, and half-turning, he saw he walk past the window, face still calm and serene, hair gilded by the sunlight.
'Please sit down.' Mr Page gestured to the recently vacated seat in front of his desk. Leaning his arms on his desk and folding his long fingers together, he reminded Harry of Dumbledore, though his eyes were brown not light blue. 'Well, I am sure you know why you are here.' Harry nodded. 'Would you care to tell me what it was all about?'
Harry shrugged 'Just having a laugh'
'I see. Which parts of that did you find amusing, or was it the whole event in general?'
Harry shrugged again. Leaning back in his chair, Mr Page rested his chin in one hand, while he balanced his ankle on the other. 'Do you enjoy bullying others Harry?' To which, the boy in question flared up. 'I am not!'
'Not what?'
'A bully.'
'Oh, but you are. When…' But Harry wouldn't let him finish. 'No, I bloody am not. I am not a bully, I'm a prankster. A Marauder Mark 2. And it was just a harmless prank.' All through his tirade, Mr Page sat quietly, watching him. The resemblance to Dumbledore struck Harry again.
'Please sit down. One, I do not appreciate people swearing at me or in my classroom. When I use such language, then you can. Until then, don't swear. Two, what may have seemed a "harmless prank" to you, brought much humiliation to a girl who does not deserve such treatment. Do you know her?'
'No'
'Had you spoken to her before?'
'No.'
'So she hadn't caused offence to you, or hurt you in any way.'
'No.' Harry was starting to feel very ashamed. Why did I do it? As if Mr Page could read Harry's mind, he asked 'Why did you do it?'
'Because she was alone. Because she was just reading, and ignoring everyone else. Because Shauna said she was a freak, and I should.'
'Right. So if Shauna said that you should go onto the main road, and throw yourself under a bus you would? And you picked on her because she was ignoring everyone. Because she was alone.' Mr Page slammed his fist down on the table. 'Have you ever considered that it's because of people like you that she sits alone? Have you ever considered that she wasn't ignoring people, they were ignoring her?'
'No', Harry stated meekly. People like me? Mr Page continued. 'I expect you to keep out her way from now on. You may say hello, but nothing more. And if I hear of another incident like this again, I will have you shipped out of this school so fast your feet won't touch the floor. Am I clear?' Harry nodded. 'I will be talking to your friends and Shauna. Make sure that this doesn't happen again.'
'Yes sir.'
'Good. You can go. Oh, and if you see Amaya, please tell her to come back in. Thank you.'
Flashback Over
Since then, Harry couldn't help it. Whenever he entered a room, his eyes would search Amaya out of their own accord. That they would never be friends made him feel sad, as he could see that she was loyal, possessed a sharp witted sense of humour and was brave. She stood up for others, regardless of the taunts cast upon her, ones that increased tenfold because of her actions. But she refused to let others be ridiculed. The cause for his happiness at their pronounced cool was Ron and Seamus' desire to continue the prank, regardless of Mr Page's warning, which he issued to all of them. Sometimes it took all of Harry's persuasive skills to prevent them from approaching her; earning him strange looks from the pair. Yet he ignored them. Seeing how Amaya was treated by the other's made him feel sick with self-disgust at his unintentionally cruel joke. Is this what I am like? He wanted someone to talk to. He needed someone to talk to. Someone other than his parents. He needed an explanation about the new feeling of self-loathing and the warm tingly sensation he felt whenever he saw Amaya Woolfe.
Grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill from his trunk, he loaded it with ink and began to write.
How are you all? I hope that you're o.k. Things aren't so bad here; it's really different from Hogwarts though.
Harry put the quill down, and rubbed his eyes, frowning. He struggled to convey the right words to describe how guilty he felt, the admiration she sparked in him, and the surge of protectiveness he felt whenever he saw her being mocked. Then he was saved the problem by the sound of very familiar laughter coming from downstairs. 'Sirius' he breathed. Of course. Sirius is the perfect person to talk to. Flinging himself out of his room, he raced down the stairs to arrive flushed and panting in the foyer. Sirius let out another bark of laughter, and his parents chuckled indulgently at his dishevelled appearance.
'Surprise Honey.' His mum said, while wrapping him in a hug. 'We've come to take you out.'
'Yep, to a great restaurant recommended to us by the management. It's called "Bon Appetit", so grab your jacket, and let's go.'
Walking to the restaurant, they were greeted with a medium built man, with a hugely waxed moustache, who reminded them all, quite distinctly, of Poirot.
'Bon Soir, Monsieurs, Madamme. You book a table?'
'Yes for four, under the name of Potter.'
'Bon. This way please.' Walking through an arch, they found themselves in a tastefully decorated seating area, with white marble effect walls covering the upper half of the walls, and dark blue wood panelling covering the lower half, and the floor. There were tall vases located strategically around the room, filled with dried flowers, with gently sparkling fairy lights entwined in them. But Harry didn't notice this, for waiting to hand them menus was a stunned Amaya. The adults stood staring at her, slightly puzzled.
Who is she? She reminds me of someone I know. But Who?
She looks like someone I know. Her hair is familiar. Who is she?
Damn it she reminds me of someone. Merlin, this is going to be bugging me for days. Who are her parents?
Oh she is so beautiful. She should wear form-fitting clothes more often. Why does she hide those curves?
Oh gods in heaven. This is going to be hard. Why do they all keep staring at me? Take a picture. It will last longer. I'm not going to be able to last the night.
All were snapped out of their reverie, and James' Lily's and Sirius' questions were answered as a man walked into the room.
'Ring me when you finish, so I know when to pick you up. And enjoy yourself.' Remus kissed his daughter on the forehead, before turning with eyes widening in horror, to see his very gob smacked former friends.
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