The night seemed to drag on, longer then any other he'd ever experienced in his life. Painfully long even. He checked his watch every now and then hoping it would be closer five o'clock when the sun rose, but it was still barely three. He tried desperately to fall asleep, he took his pants off and climbed under the covers, rolled over on to his side and shut his eyes. Remembering to breath calmly he tried this for half an hour. Rolling to one side, then to the next, he was on his back when he decided this just wasn't going to work.
He flipped the covers over him and pulled his pants back on. He quietly slipped from the room in his socks. The common room was still and dark, the only light came form the three quarter moon hanging over the trees of the forbidden forest. The silver light travelled up the wall as the hours grew on, Harry watched in a sort of stupor for it to be replaced with nothing but sheer darkness as the moon would be behind the mountain soon. It did, and the room was no longer filled with silver. Harry wished he could just stay here forever, sit in a dark room and never have to see anyone or never let anyone see him again.
He also thought about his plans for next summer, he'd buy an apartment in London. He'd hang out at coffee houses bent low over a pile of paper drawing, he'd look up at the most interesting person, be it that they were sitting alone with a laptop and writing or just sitting and sipping like there life depended on it, having one cup after another. Harry would draw it all. He'd try to make a living out of it. Maybe start his own body art shop below his apartment. Hire people to work for him once he'd made enough money. The best part about all of this is that all the people he was around would have no idea who he was and what he had done, not that many people knew who he is anyway, just what he'd done and still people's intelligence on the subject was little.
This year he would stop acting, he would stop acting the happy hero. Let people judge him for who really is.
Oh how Harry wished he could do that.
The sky out side the window had turned a lighter colour of blue, he stood and went over ti the window. He sat right on the sill, hanging one foot hundreds of feet off the ground. The other was resting on the table below where he sat. the sun rose on the other side of the castle so all Harry could see was the brightening of the sky.
He heard a noise and a gasp behind him, he turned his head quickly to see two fourth-year girls looking at him. He jumped down from where he was sitting, and quickly making his way to the bottom of the dorm stairs, blushing from embarrassment all the way.
"What were you doing over there?" One of the girls had spoken in a light playful tone as if she didn't care what his answer was, she just cared about the fact that she may be able to carry out a conversation with the famous Harry Potter!
Give me a break! Harry thought, but answered. "Watching the sunrise."
"That sounds so romantic!" the girl who had spoken stepped forward, she had short blond hair that flipped out at the bottom and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle strangely. "Anyway too business, hello, my name is Kathryn, but every one calls me Kat, Im the president of the Harry Potter fan club and I'd be honoured if I could ask you a few questions."
"I don't think so." but before Harry could leave, the other girl, reading form a clip board that she had under her arm, started speaking.
"Question one: where do you live?" she looked up at Harry with a quill poised over the page.
"Under your bed."
"Question two: what is your middle name?
"Fear." the girl seem oblivious to his sarcasm and wrote it down
"Question three: what's you favourite band.
"Cradle of Filth."
"Question four: do you love anyone?
"Yes." A big fat lie, but the reaction was quite lovely, Harry thought.
"Oh who? I bet its that Granger girl!"
"No it Ginny Weasley! Can you imagine? Harry Potter dating his best friend's sister! Is that who it is Harry?"
"Nope, your both wrong." Harry was thinking about what would happen if he lied and side he was gay, he'd love to see there reactions but the whole school would know by lunch and he didn't want to deal with it especially a lie as big as that.
"Oh tell us please. What house is she in? Does she know you love her?"
"She doesn't go to this school, and im not telling. Goodbye." he sprung up the stairs ignoring the girls, "Stop! Were not finished!"
He climbed into bed so when the other boys woke they wouldn't know he was awake all night. He layed down wishing those girls death. Well if they approached him again he wouldn't humour them next time, he'd scream his head off at them if he had to, anything to never be bothered again with shit like that. Screaming at them would pretty funny actually, blow up and go nuts. What if he where to start guitar again? He could probably get one somewhere, second hand that nobody wanted, he'd ask around, then he could teach him self the electric guitar and then start a death metal band just for the hall of it. Just start playing in the middle of the grounds, they'd think he was some dark wizard, they'd all be terrified of him.
He stopped thinking about all of that, as he was staring to scare himself, though the guitar part didn't seem scary, he could play it at muggle school, he could remind himself how to play, it couldn't to hard. His thoughts were interrupted by Ron and Neville who were changing from there pajamas into there school robes.
Ron threw his pillow at Harry who had his hidden under his own pillow. "WakieWakie time!"
"Ok, ok!" Harry said snatching his own pillow and hurtled it back at Ron. Harry got up and slipped into his own school robes and fought for a spot at the bathroom sink to brush his teeth, flatten his hair (like that'll work) and put his piercing's back in.
Harry, Ron and Hermione, who they met in the common room, joined the Griffendor ques heading down to the Great Hall.
"Harry did you sleep at all?" Hermione said examining his face, which had dark circles under his eyes and he was as pale as ever. Harry shrugged in answer. "When is the last time you slept?" Harry shrugged again "I think...
"I think Mr. Potter must go and see Madam Pomfry after classes today to get something for insomnia." They turned to see McGonagal standing behind them holding three timetables in one hand and a large pile of them in the other. She'd heard Harry wasn't sleeping. Dammit!
"Im not an insomniac!" Harry tried to argue.
"I don't care, you look like you could use some sleep, Poppy will fix you up and about those things in your face..." she looked up at Dumbledor who Harry saw was watching and shaking his head at McGonagal. "Well never mind." She placed their timetables before them and walked briskly way, and Harry now in a bad mood, refused to look at it. His Hair fell over his eyes as he bent his head to hind from the looks he was getting all across the hall from varius students trying to get a good look at him.
"We've got Herboligy first." Ron said, noticing Harry's disinterest towards his timetable. So when the bell rang the three of them started off over the grounds towards the greenhouses.
By the end of class they were covered in soil and a few people were sporting cuts on their hands and face. They had been ordered to plant Dragon Flower, the seeds had a tendency to blow up when handed to roughly Ron, who was Harry's partner, managed to blow up a whole row of seeds. He and Harry had been able to plant fifteen seeds without blowing up any up, Ron blew up the last one when he dropped it into the soil to hard and it set off their other seeds. And Hermione who tripped blow up a whole package in her hand, she had to be rushed off to Madam Pomfry and was late for Defence against the dark arts.
Harry and Ron walked in to the defence against the dark arts class still chatting over the disaster Herboligy had been. Harry who hadn't noticed the new teacher at dinner as he was in a hurry to leave the night before, noticed her now. She was young, the bangs of her long brown hair were pulled back and tied in the back by a small, tight bun.
She smiled at the class as she stood from her desk waiting for them to be seated before she spoke. "Did you enjoy your first class? As you know from Professor Dumbledor's introduction, I do not go by Professor Lady, just call me Lady." she smiled as she made a curtsy sweeping her emerald robs across the ground so gracefully that it made some of the girls gasp in awe.
This class was a little more successful than Herboligy had been, Lady had them do a review that took up most of the class, doing a few important spells from each of their past years. She seemed satisfied with them abd praising where praise was rightly deserved and helping where it was required. She had a smile that never seemed to falter and a grace that was other worldly.
Harry noticed Hermione frowning at Lady when ever she was turned around. Harry had learned to heed Hermione's weird feelings. "What's wrong with this one?" Harry asked her when they left for lunch.
"Hmm? I don't know, I need to go to the library." That was last time Harry saw her until later that night.
"Where'd Hermione go?" Ron asked looking about the table to see if she was sitting with his Ginny a little ways down the table.
"She's at the library, there something up with Lady she reckons."
Ron choked over his goblet and spluttered "With Lady? How could there be anything wrong with her"
"I dunno."
McGonagal made Harry stay back after class to write him a note to give to Madam Pomfrey.
"You are you go there straight away, I'll know if you don't." she warned and Harry set off towards the hospital wing like she declared he should.
"Oh its you is it?" Madam Pomfrey said as he stepped into her office at the end of the rows of beds. He handed her the note which upon reading she hurried over to her cabinet and extracted a normal battle of muggle sleeping pills.
"I don't give out sleep potions to children to use nightly, muggle pills work fine on teenagers, I just fixed them up a bit so there a bit more effective." She said pushing a bottle at Harry. "Take one, and only one, when your ready for bed every night, the bottle will refill its self if you need to take it longer than the two weeks worth that's inside. If after a month you still can't sleep with out those come see me and we'll figure something out. Now off with you." She ushered Harry from her office.
He pocketed the pills and headed for the Griffendor common room.
"Harry!" he turned to see Hermione hurrying to catch up with him. He noticed her expression of triumph and guessed she figured out she was right about Lady after all.
"So?" he asked.
"She's and elf."
AN: so can you guess where im going yet? No it has nothing to do with Lady, I just needed a DADA teacher and found her interesting to write, there's nothing to special about her where the plots concerned. But the other parts can you guess what's gunna happen?
And FINE! I'll make it a sevvy thing since im literally being attacked to do it, but it'll happen gradually and suddenly BAM! Sev understands what he never did. Or something like that, but I have it all figured out, so now I have a fixed plot, finally eh? Hehe.
-Nikki
Iv decided to answer a few comments, if I didn't comment back to yours please don't feel discouraged, I only have time for questions and such, if you had a question and I didn't answer you that's because I answered it already in someone else's thingy.
seastones88: I guess you didn't get my e-mail, I sent one saying I would love for you to read over my chapters for the spelling, do you think you could read over the next one once im done it? That would be great if you could!
Misfit2008: Unfortunately bob is not a squirrel, but I believe he once married a squirrel, but in the end he ate her. Her name was Mr. Nuts and she liked to eat pumpkin pie until bob ate her. It was vary sad.
Anyway, thanks for the comment, I pity the person who said I shouldn't do a sevvy, but oh well, one less Sev hater in the world! Maybe bob should eat that person...hmmmm...?
Fanfictionfreak: I said that Ron gave him the password, you must've missed it, oh well! Thanks for commenting!
ShadowedRains: after this chapter the spelling should get better since some offered to fix it, but since I haven't gotten an e-mail back yet, Im posting this in hopes that by the next time i finish a chapter I'll have contact. Anyway, that was lame and mono sounding wasn't it? Thanks for the comment!
Bubblegumb1: true, i agree so I'll go ahead and do a SEVVY! thanks for the comment!
applebottoms: 'Bob stop sniffing Mains de Sang's butt!' Sorry! He's never met another muse before and he gets a little excited around the laddies, Im afraid he might eat them. Hehe! Thanks for the comment!
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