Heaven Sent
Try (Just A Little Bit Harder)
Try, try, try just a little bit harder
So I can love, love, love him, I tell myself
'cause I'm gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder
So I won't lose, lose, lose him to nobody else, yeah.
Hey, I don't care how long it's gonna take ya
But if it's a dream I don't want no I don't really want it
Yeah if it's a dream I don't want nobody to wake me.
Yeah I'm gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder
So I can give, give, give, give him every bit of my soul.
I'm gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder
So I can show, show, show him love with no control, yeah.
Hey! I don't care how long it's gonna take ya
But if it's a dream I don't want
No I don't really want it
Yeah if it's a dream I don't want nobody to wake me.
Hey, dig it! yeah! yeah yeah yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right.
Try oh yeah, hey, try oh yeah, lord, lord, lord,
Try oh yeah, try oh yeah, lord, lord, lord,
Try oh yeah yeah, try, whoa, try oh yeah, lord, lord, lord,
Push, work, push, work, oh yeah, try, oh yeah hey!
Try oh yeah, hey try oh yeah,
Try lord, try, try, you ain't trying man
You're not trying out man, come up with it.
Come on, that's a wanker that listens to words, man.
Hey you gotta work all night
Hey little girl, gotta push on
You gotta need
Work a little more, hey, try a little more,
Need a little more
Yeah, work on, push on, move on, move on,
You gotta work for it, you gotta work on it
Push on, need on, move on,
Move on, hey hey hey.
Work it daddy,
Work it daddy,
Come on, work it daddy, oh
Yeah, yeah, you better try, try, try, try a little more
You ain't never gonna get any man if that's the sort of thing you can do.
Shit, there's lot more talent around than that man.
Try, try, try, try try try,
You've gotta try, try, try, try,
Try, try, try, try, try, try...
You gotta try, try, try, try...
Lord, try, try, try, try,
Lord, try, try, try, try,
Hey, try, try, try, try,
Hey, try oh yeah, try oh yeah, lord, lord, lord
Try oh yeah, hey, try whoa, try oh yeah
Try oh yeah, lord, lord, lord, try oh yeah
Try oh yeah, hey, hey, hey,
Try oh yeah, try oh yeah,
Lord, lord, lord, oh lord.
And don't you forget!
Try (Just a Little Bit Harder)- Janis Joplin
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Lydia entered an empty dormitory a little after four, and went straight to her school books, determined to get her homework done. Kicking off her shoes, she threw her messenger bag over her shoulder and trucked down to the Common Room.
The dim room was stuffed with various students, their noses inside their books, scattered at many of the desks. Luckily, Lydia caught sight of an empty table, and hurried over, claiming it with the mountain of books and parchment she stacked on it. She decided to jump right into her potions essay on the blood replenishing potions they would be making on Monday.
As soon as she opened the first book, she was gone. Her attention was focused fully on the task at hand. It wasn't until someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her into a tight hug, that she was distracted.
"I'm so proud of you!"
Elle…
"Elle! You scared the wits out of me!" Lydia exclaimed, stepping back from the blonde, who giggled. Now, Lydia could see Morrie behind her.
"Elle, you psycho," Morrie muttered before coming over to Lydia and pinching hard on the arm with a smirk, "Who would think you of all people would be the hottest topic of gossip?"
"What?"
"It's true," Elle said, "News of your little escapade is all over the school. You and Remus are officially the new 'IT' couple!"
Lydia was confused, "Wait- Remus and I just went out today for the first time. How could-"
"Come on, Lydia, you know how fast this kind of shit travels through the whole student population."
"And through some teachers too," Elle added.
"You're kidding."
"No, we're not. In fact, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew supposedly caught you two in a scandalous lip lock." Elle squealed.
"Scandalous lip lock?" Lydia said in disbelief, "We only kissed once, and it was far from anything scandalous."
"You actually kissed him? Morrie asked, receiving a nod from Lydia, "Wow… you're bolder than I thought."
"I am not bold! He kissed me. I just responded."
"But did you like it?"
"Yes, it was nice."
"Oh my God! You two are so destined to be together! I know! I'll check him. DO you know his sign?" Elle exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She always used hand gestures when she got worked up.
"His sign?"
"Like his astrological sign? Come on, Lydie…" she sighed.
"And why would I know that?"
"Oh, really, every good girlfriend knows her boyfriend's sign!"
"Only if they are a stalker! And he is not my boyfriend!"
"But he will be…" Morrie put in.
Lydia threw her hands up in the air and groaned, "You know what? I have a lot of homework to get done, and I really don't have time for you people's trivialities. Therefore, I am going to the library and if either of you bother me, I will beat you to death with my potions book!"
She quickly dumped all her supplies into her messenger bag, and throwing it on her shoulder. With one last exasperated blow of air, she stomped out of the Common Room, a dark scowl on her face.
Elle, Morrie and most of the common room watched her go with wide eyes. Her prominent click of the entrance hole led to a very awkward silence.
"Eh… Lydia's not feeling to well… it's just that time of the year, you know. Awful headaches…" Morrie murmured as an excuse for the outburst. Everyone watched her a moment, before agreeing that was good enough for them and turned back to their work.
"Talk about bitter…" Morrie whispered to Elle.
"I know… hey… are we really trivial?"
"No, I think we're just obnoxious."
"Oh, okay."
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Lydia huffed down to the library, noticing with a scowl all the people who were making a point to look at her. This was ridiculous. She goes at with a boy once, and suddenly her name is all over the school. What if they were saying bad things about her- things that weren't true? She hated it when people talked behind her back.
She was glad to make it to that excluded part of the library, and quickly dumped her things down on the table, only to realize someone else's belonging were there is well.
"I thought you weren't coming today."
Lydia turned around to see Snape, staring at her. He was half hidden in the shadows, his spidery fingers gripping a book by his hips.
"Oh… I was going to do homework actually." She replied softly, looking apologetic. Snape looked at her blankly.
"Fine." He sat down at the table, looking anywhere but her, lifting open the book in his hands, and skimming through it. Lydia looked around awkwardly for a second, before sitting down also, and pulling out her own school books.
And it happened again. She couldn't concentrate with him there. Try as hard as she might, her gaze kept trailing from the text in front of her to the top of Snape's head. She studied him from this odd angle. His hair curtained his shallow face, creating rises and climbs of shadows across the stretched skin, and his nose seemed to hook more than ever.
"Severus?"
Snape looked up, somewhat puzzled, "Yes?"
"Do you know Lucius Malfoy?" she asked hesitantly, and for some reason, she prayed that he would say no.
He nodded.
"Yes, I do," he said simply, looking back down to his book. Lydia picked at her thumb nail, pausing for a moment.
"Eh, Severus?" He looked up again, "Are you researching for him?"
He stared at her wearily, "Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"He asked me to."
"But why does he-"
"Lydia, I owe a lot to Lucius Malfoy," he started. Lydia was taken back at the use of her name so directly, "I don't ask questions."
Lydia picked her nails even more, "But do you know what's it for?"
Snape sighed, "It's for a good cause, Lydia. Trust me."
Lydia thought for a moment. Lucius Malfoy had been nothing but kind to her and he had obviously done the same for Snape. The purse he had given her still jingled with a fair amount of change. Maybe she owed it to him to help as well. Plus, she had to admit she liked a good challenge.
"I trust you."
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No new developments had yet to be made in the two's research until the next Monday, when Odin came spluttering into the Great Hall, a large package wrapped in brown paper tied to his claws. The poor owl dropped down to the Ravenclaw table, heading immediately for a slice of Lydia's toast. It was given willingly as soon as Lydia had taken the box off his feet and broke open the envelope on the top.
Dear Lydia,
I've rounded up the sources you need. Hopefully, it's not too late.
- Father
P.S. Keep working on the DADA grade.
Lydia shook her head at the last bit, stuffing the note deep inside her robe pocket and placed the pocket beneath her seat. With good fortune, this might just be the key to their research.
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Lydia made sure to hurry to the library that afternoon, not stopping until she reached the table. Carefully, she took the brown package from her bag and placed it neatly on the table, tearing the paper off. Hastily, the package was opened by anxious fingers, and she pulled out a thick book, running her fingers gently along the title- Gifford Ollerton.
"What's that?" It was Snape. She easily could recognize his voice without turning around.
"Just what we need for this project."
Snape came close behind her, looking at the book over her shoulder. He was closer than he had ever been to her before, and she could just make out that brisk sent of cauldron fire imprinted on his robes, "Gifford Ollerton," he read, "The Giant slayer?"
Lydia smiled proudly, "It's his journal."
"Where did you find it?"
"My father went through a couple of people in knows up north to find it. He has some connections in the literary world."
Snape eye's widened, a greedy look grazing his black orbs, "And this will tell us all the locations we need for the map?"
"I should hope so, but it only documents about fifty years. It will still give us a good lead."
This is perfect," Snape murmured, but Lydia gave a bit of a nervous smile, "What? Certainly there is no catch?"
"Actually," Lydia looked uncomfortable, "there is a catch…"
"What? Is it some strange dark ritual, because I'm willing to do that."
Lydia was surprised, "Really?"
"I was just saying…"
"No, it's not a blood ritual or anything."
"Then what?" Snape asked, impatiently.
"It's in Bulgarian."
"What?"
"The book- it's written in all Bulgarian."
"And you know Bulgarian?" Snape hissed.
"No, I'm afraid I don't."
"How long is this thing?" Snape snatched the book out of her hands and flipped through, "You mean we have to translate eight hundred and seventy six pages of straight Bulgarian?"
"Well… it's not exactly straight."
"What do you mean now?"
"You know how language has developed over the years, right? Well, the Bulgarian written in this is similar to the English version of Elizabethan pros."
"So we have to translate eight hundred and seventy six pages of Old Bulgarian similar to Elizabethan pros?"
"Yes."
"And how do you presume we do that?" Snape scowled, crossing his arms and looking very much like a teacher.
Lydia suddenly dug her hands into the box again, pulling out a small paperback, "He sent a Bulgarian to English dictionary." Lydia suggested lamely.
"A dictionary? This is going to take a long time…"
"We might as well get started then."
Severus groaned, but still pulled out one of the chairs at the table, and gestured for Lydia to sit, "After you."
Lydia took the seat primly, and he sat beside her, "Thank you," she murmured.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all…
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A/N- How's that? Sorry about getting it out a little later than usual, but my festival play just started up at school, and I've been busy with auditions and such. Hopefully, I'll get a relatively good part…
I hope some questions were answered in this chapter. I can't really let that much on, you know?
And now, I'd like to thank all my wonderful reviewers because you guys are great! Especially for last chapter-
risi- You know what? You're just great for sticking with my story. And to tell you the truth, I was so worried about that fluffiness. I read it over and was utterly disgusted with myself. I loathe fluff. I'm the type of girl who hates Romeo and Juliet but will go right for Macbeth, which reflects a lot about my writing…
Casey's-Girl895- Thanks so much for review, and for the great compliment. I believe I'm blushing…
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin- What can I say? I love your reviews, even if I don't get them at all. Perhaps my mind is too clouded… and I am so sorry about no Snape. I am such a criminal about putting Snape in…
Krirobe- I am so glad you like Lydia, because I have this utter paranoia of turning Lydia into a Mary Sue. IT drives me insane. And don't worry, I won't hurt Remus, I don't have the heart too… well, he might be a bit hurt actually… thanks so much for the review!
Well, that's about it.
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