Harry Potter and the Emerald Raindrop

AkashaWinters

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter world. JK Rowling owns the Harry Potterverse anyone who doesn't know that should be exiled to Mars, I make exceptions only for poor penniless people in remote corners of third world countries, who cannot read and don't have the money to buy the overly priced one – thousand paged books. I make no money from my poor attempt at fanfiction. Also for this page, A necklace of raindrops was written by Joan Aiken, I do not own any of the rights etc.

Chapter 13

Not His Type

Harry woke to the feel of warmth, a tingle of magic fan through him making him shiver. He slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the crimson bed hangings above him. Today was Saturday and the morning after the welcoming feast, Harry felt tired, but also revived. It was good to be back at Hogwarts, he thought, breathing in the musky scent of the centuries old castle and feeling electrified by the tendrils of magic that curled around him.

Sitting up, he pulled back the hangings to see it was still dark outside and his roommates where fast asleep; a glance at his watch told him it was six o'clock. This did not surprise him in the slightest, he had gotten used to the long days the gypsies held and hence waking up shortly before sunrise. He slipped out of bed and grabbed his riding clothes; he was keen to check that everything was going smoothly with his surrogate family and whether Gavin had been realised from the Hospital wing. He noticed his trunk and school things that had been left behind at the Dursley's had been placed at the foot of the bed, he would have to thank Dobby for that. Looking in the bathroom mirror as he pulled off his nightshirt something caught his eye.

"Looks like you've gone and hurt yourself again deary, and you've only been here less than a day!" The mirror chided him.

Harry scowled at it, "It's not like I did it deliberately!" he snapped. "Besides, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Hmm", the mirror replied sceptically.

Harry frowned; it was true. Despite the fact the cut had been big and fairly deep and the badly wrapped bandaging was stained a deep crimson colour, as was his nightshirt, it no longer pained him. Pulling the bandage off, Harry inspected the cut. There was a large amount of dried blood, but no more blood was coming out. Taking a wet cloth, Harry gingerly wiped away the blood, what he found astonished him. The cut which had originally been about three inches long and very thick was now no more than a small cut, a couple of centimetres long. Harry frowned again; this really was strange.

Applying a s plaster to the cut, Harry quickly dressed, tied his now shoulder length hair back (it really had grown very fast) and threw his winter cloak on as he made him way out of the Griffindor tower and towards the exist of the castle. As he arrived at the great hall, he continued past it and on towards the main doors; it was too early for breakfast to be served and although he could stop off for breakfast in the kitchens, he had become accustomed to his morning routine with the gypsies and decided to have breakfast with them.

The gypsies were camped up in a quite spot of the grounds between the forest and the lake with the open hills behind them and the castle in front. Harry arrived to find several families setting up fires for breakfast as the sun just began to break the horizon. The grass was covered in dew and the air crisp. The horses had been let loose and grazed by the lakeside; it all seemed peaceful and quite now, if a little gloomy. The only testimony to the previous night's events were the remains of the two burned wagons which stood near the forest, like a memorial, the four dead bodies had been wrapped in sheets and placed inside until the funeral that evening.

"Hi Harry!" Jay said brightly, coming over to meet him. "I wasn't sure if you were gonna come join us now you're back with you're friends."

"Don't be silly, of course I want to join you." Harry replied smiling at Jay's delight at being told this. He face then became more solemn as he looked at Jay closely, "How's your uncle?"

"He's doing fine," Jay said with a sigh, "He broke his leg and though that nurse of your fixed it up well, he's not supposed to be walking around much so its gonna be a bit difficult for the next couple of days." He said heavily. "The others are doing ok too, but Old Grandma Thyme's still in the hospital wing, that nurse won't let her go, says she's not well enough yet. She'll be fine though, she can live through anything! She told me she once had scarlet fever when she was twelve. Her family couldn't do anything for her so they took her to a muggle doctor, they told her she'd be dead in two days, but she's outlived them all!" Jay said with a grin.

"Common let's get breakfast".

While Jay set some bacon up to fry, Harry went to collect some water from the nearby stream. As he arrived back at their blue wagon, a blur of multicoloured careered into him.

"HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!" The blur of colours cried hugging him tightly round the waist.

"Hello Meg!" Harry laughed, setting down the pot of water and picking up the four-year-old girl. "How are you?"

Megan gave him a bright smile, which wobbled a bit the dropped as silent tears came flooding from her eyes. "I miss my auntie."

Harry looked down at big blue sparkling eyes sadly and pulled the small girls head into his shoulder, stroking her long blonder hair softly. "I'm sorry Megan." He whispered.

Harry had always presumed that the fates had been unduly harsh to him. His parents had dies before he knew them, he had grown up with a family that did not care for him and shortly after getting to know his godfather, he had also been murdered, not to mention, chosen one and all that jazz. But looking down at the small girl held protectively in his arms he knew that the fates had been worse to Megan. She was four years old and already she had neither parent (her mother had died and her father was never known to her), she had lost not only her aunt, but her aunt's newly wedded husband and her grandma, as strong a women as she was lay very ill in the school's hospital wing. No wonder the poor child was scarred and miserable.

"Hi, Meg!" Jay called, "Ready for some breakfast?" Megan nodded and Harry let her down so she could run over to grab some bacon. "She's staying with me and uncle Gavin," Jay explained, "She doesn't have any other family."

After breakfast had been cleared and Harry had helped Jay collect water for the rest of the day, Harry went over to where his horse (as he had know come to think of him), was grazing.

"Hey boy, how 'bout you and me go for a ride?" he asked. The black horse whinnied tossing its mane as it stood waiting for him to mount. "I need to get you bridal first", Harry told the horse patting it.

The horse whinnied again, tossing its head and stamping its front foot. Harry peered at the horse, trying to determine what it was telling him. "Ok, but don't you even think about throwing me off!" Taz rubbed his large forehead against Harry's arm affectionately.

"Alright, alright." He rolled his eyes and pulled himself onto the horse's back. Winding his fingers into the silky black mane he pushed the horse forwards into a canter as the rode along the tree line of the Forbidden Forest. Harry laughed at the feel of the cool breeze flying across his body lifting his black cloak up behind him and pulling his hair lose of its binding, he felt so alive he found it almost suffocating, but at the same time relieving. Finally they turned to wards the castle and they slowed as they reached the castle doors, gradually they came to a halt and Harry slid off. The sun had now risen clear of the horizon telling Harry it was breakfast time at the castle. Giving the horse one last pat he watched it buck playfully then gallop away back towards the campsite.

As he entered the great hall, he spotted Ron and Hermione at the Griffindor table and he slipped into the empty seat next to them.

"Morning", he said, securing hair off his face once again.

"You look very different like that you know Harry", Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Hmmm?" Harry asked, absently as he gazed at the Slytherin table, they seemed to be acting out the attack last night. Draco was pretending to throw fire at Goyle, who pretended to die.

"Ignore them Harry" Ron said, glaring at them angrily.

"That's easy for you to say, you weren't there," Harry replied grimly. Hermione smiled sympathetically. "Anyway," Harry said quickly, trying to change the subject, "What were you saying Hermione?"

She blushed slightly as Harry turned his emerald green eyes onto her. "Er, I think you hair looks nice like that…it makes you look older".

Ron gave Harry a dirty look, as though Harry's hair had offended him. "Oh for goodness sake Ron!" Hermione snapped, "I really don't think I'm his type." She gave her boyfriend an exasperated look. Harry blanched at this; he had yet to tell his friends what his preferences were, although he had thought that Hermione might have guessed.

"Oh yer? Really?" Ron said aggressively, giving Harry a challenging look.

"Oh Ron! You idiot! Its obvious Harry's Gay!" She yelled at him, a murderous look on her face. The hall went dead silent, the only noise being Harry's head connecting with the wooden table in front of him.

Mwahahahaha! I'm so evil. Awww, poor Harry.

Chapter 14…You What? The reactions of the rest of the school, and a funeral.

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