A/N: I'd like to take this opportunity to pimp Mikazukino Hikari's fic, 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Cherry Blossom'. It's great, if incomplete. Maybe if enough of us send reviews, she'll go back to working on it?
Time Jump! This is now somewhen during chapter ten of Prisoner of Azkaban. On a weekend, of course…
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Card Captor Harry
by Shadow Crystal Mage
Card 14, The Time: The Sound of Her Wings…
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I wish her well and covet her money. Card Captor Sakura belongs to CLAMP, not me. I covet their drawing skills. Both are used here without their owners' permission. I'm not doing this for money, so please don't sue me.
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Hermione was worried about Harry. The boy just hadn't been himself lately. Ever since his Nimbus 2000 had been smashed by the Whomping Willow a few days ago, he'd been… distant, to say the least. It had gotten better after he told her he'd arranged anti-Dementor classes with Lupin, and he seemed alright in public- most of the time- but when no one was looking, he tended to stare off into space, eyes glassy and sad.
Not that Hermione really had that much time to watch her friend. What with all her classes, not to mention the Time-Turner, she was barely keeping her act together herself. Honestly, what was all the fuss about a broom?
Sighing, she closed her eyes, debating whether or not she should use the Time Turner to steal a few more hours sleep…
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Ron looked over at Harry worriedly. The other boy was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, supposedly doing his homework. That was exactly what was bothering the redhead. Harry had been doing his homework robotically for days! It wasn't natural on anyone but Hermione and Percy.
Still, Ron kept his mouth shut. He knew better than to intrude on his friend's grief. Some things just had to be suffered alone, or it just took longer, with more scarring…
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Winter, as usual, was engrossed in reading her fanfics. Currently, Sasuke-succubus was being confronted by Sakura about being a girl, although there seemed to a lot of romantic undertones...
"Yes!" Winter said as Sasuke and Sakura kissed, only to be walked in on by Ino.
Winter promptly walked into an open door, slamming full on into it.
"Ouch," she muttered…
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Fei lay back in her bed, the curtains of her four-poster drawn as usual. Her roommates were used to it by now. They also knew any attempt to disturb her would result in some very painful spells being sent their way, so they stayed far away.
Lying back on her pillows, a Hidden Snow hitae-ate on her forehead, the descendant of Clow Reed admired her latest acquisitions. Five beautiful Clow Cards. The Little, The Big, The Arrow, The Illusion and The Shield Cards were hers to command!
Not bad, considering Potter had only been able to catch lately were two Cards and an accident. All he'd gotten had been The Float and The Erase, and while Fei was annoyed he'd caught anything at all, at least she was gaining on him.
Sighing, Fei reached for what she'd dubbed her Clow Box, careful of her injuries. Arrow had managed to graze her with her multiplying arrows before Fei had managed to disarm her. A flash of annoyance flickered through the Chinese girl. She'd almost gotten turned into a pincushion because Potter had been slacking off about Sealing the Cards. If he'd actually been faster, he would have gotten The Illusion instead of her.
Fei frowned at the memories. Ever since the Quidditch match, Potter had been acting... different. It annoyed her for some reason. Actually, she knew why it annoyed her. It was because he hadn't been good for any release lately. He would barely fire up a retort before going away and leaving her high and dry.
As a result, she'd become short tempered lately, causing even Malfoy to stay away from her. Thankfully, the Slytherin girls thought she was being moody because she was having her period, so her current attitude wasn't in any way associated to anything.
Sighing, she wished Potter would just get over his stupid broom so she'd get her rival back, instead of some mopey wimp…
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Harry lay on his bed, unable to sleep. Next to him, Dash snoozed, already slumbering, and had been for the past hour. Idly, his hand stroked the Card's soft fur, trying to find it in him to fall into dreams.
It was no go…
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The next day, Harry trudged sleepily towards the Gryffindor table, under the concerned eyes of Ron and Hermione. Falling into the bench, Harry grabbed the nearest platter of food and started filling his plate. When that was done, he began eating mechanically.
"Harry," Hermione began, "maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey? You look like you haven't slept in days!"
"I'm fine, Hermione," Harry said dully, not looking up from his plate, which he'd started to fill up again.
"Seriously, mate, you look like hell," Ron said, equally concerned.
"I'm fine," Harry repeated. Finishing his plate quickly, he stood up and left.
"No, Harry," Hermione whispered behind him. "You're not."
Sighing, Hermione lay her forehead on the table in front of her. "All this over a stupid broom?"
"Watch it," Ron cautioned. "He'll hear you!"
"But it was just a stupid broom!" Hermione said.
Ron rolled his eyes. And she calls me insensitive...
"Maybe to you. But it was Harry's. Let me put it this way: how would you feel if someone incinerated your favorite book?" Ron proposed.
"Oh," Hermione said in a small voice. "I didn't think of it like that."
Ron made a mental note to rib Hermione for this little insensitivity on her part next time she said he had the emotional range of a spoon.
"So what are we going to do?" Hermione said.
"You're asking me?" Ron was incredulous. Hermione was usually the opinionated one with all the ideas. "You're the smart one!"
Hermione looked at him. Her eyes looked blank, as if she herself hadn't been sleeping, but that wasn't what gave Ron pause. It was the look in them, one that clearly said "I don't want to think about this, please do my thinking for me!". It surprised Ron, as Hermione was always the thinker of their little group. Harry was the raw nerve, bravery, and sheer dumb luck.
He, of course, was the good looks, charm, and animal magnetism.
"I suppose," Ron ventured, "that we ought to try cheering him up?"
At any other time, Hermione would have rolled her eyes, maybe snorted, and said something like "brilliant idea, Ronald" in a sarcastic voice, promptly inciting a row between them. Now, however, she just nodded, not seeming to hear the question mark at the end of his sentence. "How do we do that? It's not like he's going to be agreeable to being cheered up."
Ron pondered. "What's the one thing in the whole castle that would send Harry through the roof with happiness?"
The two thought it over silently, considering.
"Malfoy dying?" Ron suggested.
"Probably not enough at this point," Hermione said.
"Snape dying?"
"Too hard to pull off."
"The Slytherin Quidditch team dying?"
"Hmm… Wood will probably help us… No, most of them are too dumb to know they're dead."
They both lapsed back into thoughtful silence, a rare thing for Ron to participate in. Suddenly the proverbial light bulb went off around their heads. Ron grinned, looking at Hermione, who was suddenly grinning back.
"WINTER!" they chorused.
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Managing to convince Hermione to take a break from her relentless studying, she and Ron wandered the castle, looking for the silver-haired Ravenclaw. Since they didn't know the girl well enough to know where to look, they settled for the time-honored method of 'walk around all over the place and hope you bump into her some time very soon'.
After an hour or so of searching, they finally found the girl sitting in an isolated corner of the library, reading a thick sheaf of what Hermione recognized as computer printouts. Approaching cautiously, Hermione cleared her throat. "Um, Winter?"
The girl looked up, surprised, but quickly smiling. "Oh, hello! You're Hermione Granger, right ? And, um, Ron Weasley? Harry's friends?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, that's us."
Winter's smile brightened. "Well, any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine! What can I do for you?"
The two Gryffindor looked at each other, and Ron made a gesture for her to go on. Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes. How did she end up spokesperson? "It's about Harry. We need your help..."
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"You're pathetic, Potter. If a little thing like a busted broom is all it takes to break you, then you should have just given me the Key when I'd asked you to!"
The words echoed accusingly around the room, long after Lee had left in disgust. Harry tried to ignore them, but they gnawed at him, digging deep and spreading like a cancer. He was so tired of people referring to his Nimbus as just a broom! Only Ron seemed to understand, and even then, not completely.
Sighing, he settled back on his perch on the window, staring out over the lake. He ignored the dust around him. The dust didn't matter. The desks stacked high up in one corner of the room, the swear words Peeves had written at some point in time on the blackboard of the unused classroom, none of this mattered. Not these, not the mouse tracks on the floor, not the door opening...
Door opening?
Harry turned slightly, enough to get the door in more than his peripheral vision. Yup, definitely opening.
He turned away, intending to completely ignore the intruder. Maybe whoever it was would take the hint.
"Harry?" voice said. A familiar voice.
Harry's head snapped around, and he winced as he felt something 'crck'. That wasn't nice.
He saw Winter wince slightly at the sound as he rubbed his neck, grateful for the lack of lasting damage. "Hey Winter," he said, trying to sound casual, trying to keep the angst- and he admitted it was angst, and not just bitterness/depression/what-have-you- out of his voice. Swiftly, he tried to put together some kind of brave front. No way was he going to look like a pathetic loser in front of his crush!
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Fei leaned back on the stone wall, listening to the rise and fall of the voices coming from the door next to her. She'd been doing it for the past hour and more. One voice was predominant, although the other voice would pipe up every so often. Sometimes, the two would share a laugh, which had started happening more during the past twenty minutes or so.
Sighing, Fei wondered why the heck she was doing this. As things stood, she was in a very good position if she let things continue as they were. So why?
She didn't know. Not really. All she knew was that Hogwarts wasn't really that fun anymore without Potter to swear at. At least back when there were teachers and that Weasley prefect crawling everywhere, he'd still been willing to go for a quick round whenever they could find the time, but now…
His fire was gone. That was the only way she could put it. He had no fire, no drive anymore. He wasn't the boy she knew and loathed. And she missed him for it.
Shuddering, she shook her head, trying to clear it of the hateful thought, but it wouldn't go away. Sighing, she resigned herself. Alright, she missed the old Card Captor a little. Just a little. At least back then he'd been a challenge, impetus for her to get better. But now…
Now he was barely good for Sealing the Cards.
Yes, that was why she was doing this. So he'd become useful again. At the moment, she was the only one working on her part of the truce, doing all the work. It was about time he started pulling his own weight! Yes, that was it…
She moved to her feet when she felt someone from inside the room approaching the door next to her. The door opened, and Winter came out, a pleased smile of a job well done on her face.
"How is he?" she asked casually, sounding as indifferent as Uchiha Sasuke. It was ironic, as she was wearing her Sharingan earrings and Curse Seal pendant.
Winter's smile widened. "I think he'll be fine now. He just needed someone to talk to and cheer him up."
Fei nodded, half-listening. She could feel Potter still in the classroom, sitting at the same spot as before. "Why do you think he's so depressed?"
Winter tapped her lips with her finger thoughtfully, head tilted to one side, tapping her foot. "I.. think it's because he's afraid."
"Afraid?" Fei said incredulously.
Winter nodded. "Yeah…I think riding on a broom was one of the most… happy memories he has… and now that his broom is gone, he's afraid he'll never recover that feeling again…"
Winter stared off into space for a moment. "I wonder what it's like to fly? It must be wonderful…"
Fei, however, frowned. "He's afraid he'll never fly again? That's ridiculous! How could something like that get him this depressed?"
Winter shrugged. "Maybe he's just had a lousy home life. That could certainly do it…"
For a moment, there was a look in Winter's eye, one that Fei had never seen before in the usually genki girl, a look that seemed very out of place. Before she could get a closer look at it, however, Winter blinked, and the look was gone, replaced by Winter's ever-present smile. Fei felt herself grow warm as that smile was directed at her…
"It's really nice of you to want to try and cheer him up," Winter said, "but why didn't you go in there yourself?"
Fei shrugged. "I… don't really want to see him like this. It just seems wrong, seeing him so different from the person I usually know…"
Winter nodded in understanding, and Fei breathed a mental sigh of relief as the other girl bought it. "I see. Well, it's still very considerate of you to ask me to talk to him like that. A lot of your advice really cheered him up."
Fei forced what looked like a smile on her face. "I'm glad," she lied.
"So," Winter said, "you wanna go hang out at our spot? Sun's about to go down, and it'll look good."
Fei paused, wanting nothing more than to say yes and thank her lucky stars for the invitation, but shook her head. "Uh, sorry Winter, but I… I want to wait here and see how he's doing…"
Winter looked a little put off, and Fei cringed internally, but nodded in understanding. "I understand. Keep your friends close. You're a good person, Lee. Harry's lucky to have you as a friend."
Fei managed a wan smile, trying not to gag. Friend? YUCK! AS IF! "How about we go tomorrow?"
Winter grinned. "I'll hold you to that! It's a date then!"
Leaning forward, Winter gave Fei a peck on the cheek and skipped off, never noticing the wonderful crimson shade Fei became…
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When Harry arrived at the Great Hall for supper, he was in a better mood than he was at breakfast. Seeing this, Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing smiles. Their plan had worked, it seemed.
Had they looked a little closer, they'd have noticed that his smile was a tad bit stiff, his cheer a wee bit forced...
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Later that evening, Harry climbed up to the third year dorm room, closing the door behind him as he did so. Instantly, the smile he'd been wearing for Ron and Hermione's benefit slipped off, and sort of fell raggedly on the floor, where it caught fire and turned to ash. A blank, tired expression appeared on his face, not exactly depressed, but the look of someone not wanting to have to feel much.
It had been very nice of Winter to go try and cheer him up, and it had worked to a degree, but he still couldn't help feeling a little bit down. Considering the fact he would usually consider himself capable of dying a happy man if Winter had ever spent time alone in a room with him, he'd been very depressed.
"About time you got here," a voice said, resounding through the seemingly empty room.
Harry didn't bother to look around. "Hey, Kero."
The little Sun Guardian was hovering in mid-air above the mattress of Harry's bed. Somehow, he managed to frown and look concerned at the same time.
Harry beat him to what he knew was another brewing lecture. "No, there haven't been any Clow Cards popping up recently. Yes, I'm perfectly aware Lee managed to catch the last three in a row. Yes, I know I'm supposed to be better than her since I'm the chosen Card Captor and not just some busy body who claims to be Clow Reed's descendant. And, yes, I realize that my inattention nearly got you skewered by The Arrow Card. So can we skip the lecture and let me go to sleep?"
Not waiting for an answer, he started getting dressed for bed, ignoring Kero's glare.
After a while, Kero said, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Kero," Harry said with just the slightest bit of sarcasm. "Why wouldn't I be."
"Because your other friends are worried about you too," he said. "That's generally not a good sign."
"I'm fine," Harry said, crawling into bed. He pointedly turned his back on Kero and buried his head under his blanket.
Kero was torn between staying worried and pulling Harry out of bed and shaking him violently. Instead, the little plushy sighed, and headed into his little sleeping cocoon...
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The Master hurts, a voice said. It was a voice that sounded usually light and cheery, yet worry and concern weighed upon it, like harp strings under a little too much tension.
Gee, really? We didn't notice, another voice said sarcastically. The voice was sharp, and hinted at quick, cutting wit.
None of that, yet another voice said airily, yet there was a distinct hint of command, of one who knew she'd be obeyed, so she didn't care to watch if she was.
The cutting, sarcastic one grumbled slightly, but didn't say anything. Although technically more powerful than her, Windy outranked her as an elemental Card, so Sword kept her mouth shut. Figuratively, of course. Sword didn't have a mouth.
What do we do? a slightly air-headed voice asked. Flower always was something of a ditz. What can we do? How do we cheer him up?
I don't think he wants to be cheered up, Dash said slowly, thoughtfully, as was her manner, despite her power. I think he intends to let his mood stay...
But we must do something, Mirror said worriedly. We serve him. How can we claim to be in his service if we do nothing to help?
Is there anything we can do? Shot said. I mean, it's not as if we have the power to cheer people up.
Still, there must be something... Mirror angsted. Had she been in her physical form right then, she would have been wringing her hands in helplessness.
Do not underestimate our young Master, Light said.
He is strong. He will weather this trial of the heart, Dark said.
Will he? Earthy said. He's suffering more now than he did in any of our tests.
Time heals all wounds, Time said, trying to sound wise and sagely.
If that were true, why do I still miss Master Clow? Sword said cuttingly.
There was only silence, each Card praying for the Master they had come to love...
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"Harry! Pssst! Harry, wake up darn it!"
Harry moaned as he turned over, trying to get back to sleep, then abruptly jerked awake as the familiar feeling of a Clow Card made itself known. Grumpily, he checked the time. It was a little after midnight. Why was it that these things always picked the most inconvenient, inopportune time to pop up? Was it some kind of unwritten law?
(Actually, yes. If you refer to the magical girls handbook, page nineteen 'when things may attack', it is a requirement that 'things' pop up when least convenient for the heroine. These times include: in the middle of the night; during a romantic-once-in-a-season date with love interest; when heroine has lost something treasured, usually from love interest; during school productions or events; in public, where there are lots of witnesses that can potentially blow secret identity, etc.
(A modified form is used in the superheroes handbook, but since this is a CC cross, Harry is operating under magical girl rules. Stinks to be him.)
Harry was very tempted to just roll over and get back to sleep, but Keroberos was already lifting him up and trying to position his feet into his shoes, hard as that was to do. It was made harder by the fact that Kero was shaking him hard, and muttering a rapid-fire lecture about how he must Catch this one, as his honor as the Card Captor depended on it.
Grumbling, Harry shrugged Keroberos off, getting dressed by himself. Grabbing his Invisibility Cloak, Cards and Wands, he activated Jump and dropped out the window, Kero following after.
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It took a couple of jumps, but Harry finally managed to get where the 'feelings' were coming from, which turned out to be the Quidditch field. And, surprise, surprise, it turns out he wasn't the only one who woke up that night.
Lee was currently being buffeted by high winds as what looked like a giant white bird- a swan?- flew overhead, the source of said winds. Harry's Cloak flopped around him, and he was thankful he'd thought to fasten it securely. It did make him look weird, though, parts of him disappearing and reappearing as the wind blew.
"Potter," Lee said dryly. "So glad you could join me. Oh, and I see you bought your little pet too. How cute."
"Shut up, Lee," Harry said in annoyance, not noticing the flicker of disappointment in Lee's eyes at those unimaginative words. Reaching under his robe, Harry drew out The Windy Card. Lee sniffed when she saw it.
"Great, just what we need," she said sarcastically. "More wind!"
"You have a better idea?" Harry snapped.
"Ignore her, Harry!" Kero said, giving the Slytherin girl the evil eye. "The Windy Card will work! Don't mind her!"
Lee, however, was pulling out a Card from a wooden case from her robes. Grinning to herself, she brought her sword down on it. "ILLUSION CARD!"
A brilliant net of light appeared above the Quidditch field, blazing with a pattern not unlike that of a kaleidascope. To an observer from outside, there was only a momentary flicker, before the image of the giant bird completely disappeared, and everything looked perfectly normal. Inside, however, was a different story.
Harry and Kero fell to the ground as the winds picked up to nearly hurricane force, trying not to get swept away. Harry kept a firm grip on The Windy Card, making sure it didn't get away. Above them, the giant bird was going crazy, spiraling downward in ever more frantic gestures as if trying to get away from something. Above it, the net of light and Illusion contracted, trapping the giant Clow sprite, even thought Harry knew that Illusion was exactly that, all image and no substance.
A few feet away, Lee was crouched down and grinning triumphantly as the giant bird came closer to the ground. "Well, Potter? What are you waiting for? SEAL IT!"
"What's it called?" Harry yelled back. Lee shrugged.
Grumbling, Harry turned to Keroberos.
The little Guardian frowned as much as his face was able, before saying, looking as if the words left a sour taste in his mouth, "It's The Fly Card."
Harry frowned too. It looked like they both saw where this was leading. Still, he had no choice. Stupid truce. What the heck had possessed him to suggest that, anyway? Scowling, Harry raised up his Sealing Wand as best as he could, muttering the words under his breath…
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Harry tried not to look too sick as he watched Lee pluck the Fly Card out of the air. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Instead, he turned away, intending to get back to his dorm and maybe go back to sleep and try to forget about this latest disappointment.
"Potter, wait!"
He stopped in his tracks, turning on his heel in annoyance. "WHAT?" he snapped.
"What's gotten into you lately?" Lee said, looking strangely annoyed and puzzled at the same time. "You've been moping around, been worse than useless going after Clow Cards, and oh, just now? The Windy Card might have actually worked if you'd just bothered to use it instead of standing around there watching me like an idiot."
"Haven't you heard?" Harry said scathingly. "It's because I'm such a crybaby over loosing my broom. Besides, why do you care?"
Lee frowned at him, not rising to the bait. "I care, as you quaintly put it, because if you don't get your act together, one or both of us is going to get killed, because you're worse than useless as you are, and I can't watch out for myself and dead weight at the same time, Sealing Wand or no Sealing Wand!"
"No one's asking you to!"
"So loathe as I am to actually do something beneficial for you, you'd better tell be what your problem is so I can fix it and have a marginally more useful Card Captor, or else I'm going to beat it out of you!" Lee finished.
Harry was about to tell her to get lost when he felt a nudge at the back of his head. Literally.
He turned to look at Keroberos in annoyance. "WHAT?"
"Tell her," he said. "Because the priss is right: you're starting to be pretty useless."
Harry glared at the little winged being, feeling betrayed. "You too?"
"Out with it, Potter!" Lee said, coming closer, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "I don't have all night!"
Harry redirected his glare at her. "You wouldn't understand."
Lee smirked. "Try me."
Harry remained silently defiant.
Lee sighed, muttering she didn't have time for this. "Is it true you're afraid that without your broom you'll never fly again?"
Harry blinked. "Where did you get a stupid idea like that?"
"Moon," Lee said dryly. "So, is it true? Is that why you've been so moody since your broom broke."
Harry glowered. "(BLEEP) off, Lee," he said, turning away.
"I'll take that as a provisionally yes," he heard her say. "FLY CARD!"
There was a burst of magic behind Harry, and he heard Keroberos gasp. Before he could turn, however, someone- presumably Lee- tackled him from behind, and suddenly his mind was taken by the heady sensation of speed as he felt his feet leave the ground. He looked down, in time to see the Quidditch field getting smaller and smaller from under him.
"Lee, PUT ME DOWN!" he yelled, trying not to squirm, trying not to move too much or at all, trying not to give her a reason for dropping him. Was that what she had in mind? Killing him and taking the Sealing Wand and his Clow Cards for herself?
"No," her voice said succinctly into his ear. Her hand grabbed his wrist in a vise-like grip, and before he knew it, she'd let go, and the only thing that was keeping him from plummeting to the ground was her seemingly unbreakable grip on his wrist. Desperately, he grabbed hers, trying to secure the hold so that he wouldn't fall.
"This isn't funny!"
"It's not meant to be."
"LEE…!"
"Silencio!"
Harry suddenly found that he couldn't talk. Glaring at the Slytherin girl holding his hand –EEEEWWW!– he tried to convey his displeasure as best as he could…
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An hour later, it was a slightly breathless Harry Lee put down at the base of Gryffindor Tower. He immediately let go of her hand like she had the plague, leprosy and flesh-eating bacteria all at once, glaring at her balefully. She hovered there, out of his reach, two white wings sticking out of her back and making her look like an angel. A casual wave of her wand, a spell muttered under her breath, and he suddenly had his voice back.
"What was the point of all that?" he said sharply, trying to wipe his hand on his robe. Slytherin essence- UGH!
"That's what you missed, wasn't it?" she said, making it sound like a statement rather than a question. "The thrill of being in the air. Defying gravity itself, and having the sky as your playground."
She tilted her head at him, as if trying to see inside. "I'd understand why'd you'd be all unset over losing the only thing that would give you that freedom, but you know what?" her voice turned sharp, "Get over it. You have other responsibilities, other priorities. Besides, it's not like you won't fly again. Or is that why you just won't pick something from the stupid broom catalogue and buy it? Because you think that stupid broom was the only one for you, you soul mate, as it were?"
He glared at her. "What do you know?" he hissed, and it almost sounded Parsel Tongue the way he said it.
Thankfully, it was still intelligible to other humans. "Because," Lee said, turning away and drifting off, "I lost a broom once too…"
Harry watched as she drifted out of sight…
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- To be continued...
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A/N: Card count. Harry has Windy, Dash, Mirror, Shadow, Jump, Earthy, Wood, Flower, Shot, Time, Dark, Light, Thunder, Sword, Rain, Float and Erase. Fei has Fight, Loop, Maze, Sweet, Big, Little, Illusion, Arrow, Shield and Fly.
I just noticed Keroberos hasn't popped up in a while, so I decided to amend that.
I was too lazy to think up scenarios for those seven Cards, so I cheated. After all, a 'Harry shrinks really small' story is pretty lame.
Special thanks to: nantukoprime, Tokyo no Ecchi, Sk8er7, Dumbledork, me, LostGryffindorFoundSlytherin, er... A random fan, dark-angel-rosalia, Durial, Ran Hoshino, wizardmon92, dark672, korrd, damon blade, Darklight, Tombadgerlock, and AzureSky123
Please review, C&C welcome.
Until next time, this is Shadow, signing off.
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Hermione (smiling contentedly): "Well, we finally got more or less major roles in this chap."
Ron (looks at her questioningly): "About time, too. How'd you pull it off?"
Hermione (blushing): "I sort of threatened to start going out with Draco Malfoy if we didn't get bigger roles soon."
Ron (grins): "The author hates those fics."
Hermione (smug smile): "I know."
Shadow: "You realize that since I'm going to be following canon, there's a good chance you two will end up together, right?"
Ron: "UGH! COOTIES!"
Hermione: "BRAIN MELTERS! GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!"
Shadow (grins): "And my work here is done. Oh, can people please read and leave reviews at my newest fics? They're Digimon 00, Digimoon 02, and Raikiri Triken: The Three Souls Swordsman. Thanks!"
Goes to work on CCH 15…