Hey!! Thanks for the reviews! In the first chapter I changed the date, it
was originally Halloween but I changed it because I have something planed
for Halloween. It's now 'A dark September day.' Just had to tell you
that! Okay, I'm going to try to make this chapter even longer than the
last one. Hope you like it!
And Lara, interesting review. Yeah, I would hold his hand, as long as the guy was hot. ((I know that's shallow but I don't care!!)) So for you, I am writing this chapter from little Harry's point of view. Hope you like it!! ((And if you don't, pretend you do!))
Disclaimer: I only own Kyara, Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the Gift belongs to Tamora Pierce.
Chapter 4 Quidditch
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Harry didn't sleep well that night; he couldn't get Kyara out of his head. He kept on revisiting that moment when she took his hand, the complete bliss that surrounded him as she squeezed it. He hadn't felt like this since Cho, but this was better. He had never felt this feeling in such depth. ((It's corny and I know it!))
He looked over at his clock and groaned; it was 2:27 in the morning. He rolled over and closed his eyes again, this time seeing Kyara standing there, her arms folded across her chest, her dark blue eyes dancing with amusement. Suddenly Voldemort was behind her, wand against her back. There was a blinding flash of green light and Harry was standing in front of the black veil, watching Sirius's face as he fell through it. The look of surprise in his eyes as the veil closed in on him, and then he was gone.
Harry sat bolt upright, he was soaked in sweat and his head was throbbing. He picked up his clock and read it again, his hands shaking. It was now 4:00 AM. Giving up on anymore sleep he got out of bed and walked down the stairs to the Common Room, making sure that he didn't wake any of his dorm mates.
Harry walked over and sat on the couch. He watched the red hot coals in the hearth and let him mind drift, rubbing his temples all the while. Did Kyara feel the same way he did?
Harry didn't realize he had dozed of until Ron woke him up. He groaned and stood up.
"What time is it?"
"9:30"
"What! We're going to be late for class!" Harry sprinted up to get his stuff.
"Harry, wait! It's Saturday! All we have is Quidditch at 11!"
"Oh," Harry walked back down the spiral staircase. "I think I'm going to go for a walk" Harry headed out of the portrait and pretended not to hear Ron say, "What about breakfast?"
He made his way to the grounds and began a slow and steady walk around the lake. He looked over at the Quidditch Pitch, 'Maybe a bit of flying would make me feel better' He pulled out his wand, "Accio Firebolt!" Harry waited, concentrating hard.
It flew through an open window somewhere up in the castle and came to a halt directly in front of Harry. He mounted up and kicked off, his thoughts and worries left behind. He flew over the Pitch and began flying in circles going higher every time. He then leaned forward and went straight down in a perfect dive; he pulled out just in time. His toes brushed the grass as he sped along, going up yet again.
He flew around for some time until he realized that there was someone sitting in the stands, watching him. He flew down until he was hovering in front of the person; it was Kyara.
"That looks like fun, can I try?" Kyara asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Um. Yeah, hold on. I'll go get you a practice broom." Harry flew down to the shed where the extra brooms. 'I wonder if she's any good, we do need one more chaser.
He opened the shed and picked out the best broom in it. He motioned for Kyara to come down onto the field and she disappeared down the stairs, reappearing on the soft green grass.
"Alright, I may not be the best teacher but I'll try. First put your broom on the ground to you right."
Kyara carefully laid the broom on the grass and straightened up.
"Okay, now stick out your right hand and say up."
Kyara did what he said and gave the broom a glare then said, in a soft demanding voice, "Up." The broom acted as it had for Harry when he first called for his broom.
'Maybe she will be good.' He thought. "Now mount up." As he said this he got on his own broom. Kyara did the same. "Now on three, kick off hard. One. Two. THREE!"
Kyara kicked off and soared into the air, Harry quickly catching up. Before Harry could give her further instructions Kyara was slowly making her was across the Pitch. When she tried to stop she pushed the broom down and went into a slow dive, almost making her slide off her broom.
Harry caught up and balanced her out. "I see you figured out how to go forwards but you need to know how to stop, dive, turn, and go up."
He showed her step by step how to work her broom and before he knew it, she was soaring across the Pitch, doing dives and sharp turns. Harry looked down to see his whole Quidditch team watching. He dove down to the ground and got off his broom.
Ron grinned, "She's pretty good on a broom isn't she?" He looked up, "Hey Kyara!" She looked down. "Do you want to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
Kyara bit her lip, 'what am I going to do?!' she thought. "I don't think I'm good enough!" She yelled back to Ron.
"Sure you are! With a little bit of practice with Harry everyday you'll be good to go!" ((I wish this was more like reality but I REALLY DON'T CARE!!! I know this wouldn't really ever happen!))
Kyara dove down and landed beside Ron. "Don't you want me to try out? I don't even know how to play Quidditch!"
"I'll teach you," Harry said.
"Okay! We have a team!" A girl said; she had flaming red hair and freckles like Ron. "Hi, I'm Ginny, Ron's sister." Ginny and Kyara shook hands.
"It's nice to meet you, Ginny." Kyara said.
"To Quidditch practice!" Ron yelled.
"If you want to you can fly around or watch. After I teach you about Quidditch then you'll start practicing." Harry murmured to her.
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Harry found Hermione and Ron after he showered. They talked for some time about various things, though Harry's mind was on Kyara the entire time.
"Harry, what's on your mind? You seem so. distant." Hermione said, eyeing him with a look of worry.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"C'mon Harry, you can tell us!" Ron said.
"Well." Harry told them about his feelings for Kyara and the few moments they had had.
"Well Harry," Hermione said, leaning back into the couch. "all I have to say is go slow. We really don't know Kyara that well yet, we don't know what she's been through or how to act around her."
"Yeah, I know that. It's just, she reminds me of Sirius, the way she smiles." Harry stood up and shook out his robes.
"Where are you going mate?" Ron asked trying to stand but losing his balance.
"Just need to think, go for a walk I suppose."
Ron tried to stand up again but Hermione pulled him down, whispering something in his ear. He nodded and sat back.
Harry walked through the portrait and around the castle, thinking this time, not about Kyara but about Sirius. As Harry passed the Great Hall he glanced in. 'Tomorrow is Halloween,' He thought. 'we get a trip to Hogsmeade.'
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Not the best chapter in the world but good enough! Hope you liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thanks for reading! OH I've got the BEST plan for Halloween!!! I can't wait!!!!! *Begins to laugh her head off*
And Lara, interesting review. Yeah, I would hold his hand, as long as the guy was hot. ((I know that's shallow but I don't care!!)) So for you, I am writing this chapter from little Harry's point of view. Hope you like it!! ((And if you don't, pretend you do!))
Disclaimer: I only own Kyara, Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the Gift belongs to Tamora Pierce.
Chapter 4 Quidditch
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Harry didn't sleep well that night; he couldn't get Kyara out of his head. He kept on revisiting that moment when she took his hand, the complete bliss that surrounded him as she squeezed it. He hadn't felt like this since Cho, but this was better. He had never felt this feeling in such depth. ((It's corny and I know it!))
He looked over at his clock and groaned; it was 2:27 in the morning. He rolled over and closed his eyes again, this time seeing Kyara standing there, her arms folded across her chest, her dark blue eyes dancing with amusement. Suddenly Voldemort was behind her, wand against her back. There was a blinding flash of green light and Harry was standing in front of the black veil, watching Sirius's face as he fell through it. The look of surprise in his eyes as the veil closed in on him, and then he was gone.
Harry sat bolt upright, he was soaked in sweat and his head was throbbing. He picked up his clock and read it again, his hands shaking. It was now 4:00 AM. Giving up on anymore sleep he got out of bed and walked down the stairs to the Common Room, making sure that he didn't wake any of his dorm mates.
Harry walked over and sat on the couch. He watched the red hot coals in the hearth and let him mind drift, rubbing his temples all the while. Did Kyara feel the same way he did?
Harry didn't realize he had dozed of until Ron woke him up. He groaned and stood up.
"What time is it?"
"9:30"
"What! We're going to be late for class!" Harry sprinted up to get his stuff.
"Harry, wait! It's Saturday! All we have is Quidditch at 11!"
"Oh," Harry walked back down the spiral staircase. "I think I'm going to go for a walk" Harry headed out of the portrait and pretended not to hear Ron say, "What about breakfast?"
He made his way to the grounds and began a slow and steady walk around the lake. He looked over at the Quidditch Pitch, 'Maybe a bit of flying would make me feel better' He pulled out his wand, "Accio Firebolt!" Harry waited, concentrating hard.
It flew through an open window somewhere up in the castle and came to a halt directly in front of Harry. He mounted up and kicked off, his thoughts and worries left behind. He flew over the Pitch and began flying in circles going higher every time. He then leaned forward and went straight down in a perfect dive; he pulled out just in time. His toes brushed the grass as he sped along, going up yet again.
He flew around for some time until he realized that there was someone sitting in the stands, watching him. He flew down until he was hovering in front of the person; it was Kyara.
"That looks like fun, can I try?" Kyara asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Um. Yeah, hold on. I'll go get you a practice broom." Harry flew down to the shed where the extra brooms. 'I wonder if she's any good, we do need one more chaser.
He opened the shed and picked out the best broom in it. He motioned for Kyara to come down onto the field and she disappeared down the stairs, reappearing on the soft green grass.
"Alright, I may not be the best teacher but I'll try. First put your broom on the ground to you right."
Kyara carefully laid the broom on the grass and straightened up.
"Okay, now stick out your right hand and say up."
Kyara did what he said and gave the broom a glare then said, in a soft demanding voice, "Up." The broom acted as it had for Harry when he first called for his broom.
'Maybe she will be good.' He thought. "Now mount up." As he said this he got on his own broom. Kyara did the same. "Now on three, kick off hard. One. Two. THREE!"
Kyara kicked off and soared into the air, Harry quickly catching up. Before Harry could give her further instructions Kyara was slowly making her was across the Pitch. When she tried to stop she pushed the broom down and went into a slow dive, almost making her slide off her broom.
Harry caught up and balanced her out. "I see you figured out how to go forwards but you need to know how to stop, dive, turn, and go up."
He showed her step by step how to work her broom and before he knew it, she was soaring across the Pitch, doing dives and sharp turns. Harry looked down to see his whole Quidditch team watching. He dove down to the ground and got off his broom.
Ron grinned, "She's pretty good on a broom isn't she?" He looked up, "Hey Kyara!" She looked down. "Do you want to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
Kyara bit her lip, 'what am I going to do?!' she thought. "I don't think I'm good enough!" She yelled back to Ron.
"Sure you are! With a little bit of practice with Harry everyday you'll be good to go!" ((I wish this was more like reality but I REALLY DON'T CARE!!! I know this wouldn't really ever happen!))
Kyara dove down and landed beside Ron. "Don't you want me to try out? I don't even know how to play Quidditch!"
"I'll teach you," Harry said.
"Okay! We have a team!" A girl said; she had flaming red hair and freckles like Ron. "Hi, I'm Ginny, Ron's sister." Ginny and Kyara shook hands.
"It's nice to meet you, Ginny." Kyara said.
"To Quidditch practice!" Ron yelled.
"If you want to you can fly around or watch. After I teach you about Quidditch then you'll start practicing." Harry murmured to her.
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Harry found Hermione and Ron after he showered. They talked for some time about various things, though Harry's mind was on Kyara the entire time.
"Harry, what's on your mind? You seem so. distant." Hermione said, eyeing him with a look of worry.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"C'mon Harry, you can tell us!" Ron said.
"Well." Harry told them about his feelings for Kyara and the few moments they had had.
"Well Harry," Hermione said, leaning back into the couch. "all I have to say is go slow. We really don't know Kyara that well yet, we don't know what she's been through or how to act around her."
"Yeah, I know that. It's just, she reminds me of Sirius, the way she smiles." Harry stood up and shook out his robes.
"Where are you going mate?" Ron asked trying to stand but losing his balance.
"Just need to think, go for a walk I suppose."
Ron tried to stand up again but Hermione pulled him down, whispering something in his ear. He nodded and sat back.
Harry walked through the portrait and around the castle, thinking this time, not about Kyara but about Sirius. As Harry passed the Great Hall he glanced in. 'Tomorrow is Halloween,' He thought. 'we get a trip to Hogsmeade.'
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Not the best chapter in the world but good enough! Hope you liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thanks for reading! OH I've got the BEST plan for Halloween!!! I can't wait!!!!! *Begins to laugh her head off*