Of Wolves and Snakes
(A/N finally! updated! and sooner then i planned too, but dont worry, it would have come this weekend if it hadn't come today. R&R!)
"My dearest Ginny," Leah began on Friday morning, watching as her quill writes it for her.
After Cameron had stolen the letter, Leah carried on with their original plan, with his help or not.
Leah copied Harry's hand writing with her wand, then bewitched her quill to take on the same shape.
She began to write her own letter, based on what Harry had already told her.
"I give you my sincerest apologies for my last letter. I hardly had time that day and…" Leah paused for a moment to think of something good, "and I want you to know that it would be marvelous if you could drop by anytime. Don't worry about that appointment, it's great to see you on a spur. I would love to talk about our relationship and how we should pick it up again. Please come by soon. Bring your friends. All my love. Harry."
Leah smirked to herself and folded up her letter.
She took Harry's origional letter and put it in her pocket.
She then put her quill back in her bag and slung it over her shoulder before heading up to the Owlry.
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Cameron walked the halls, making random turns and twists, until suddenly, he he found himself in a place he hadn't been in a while: at his special tower door.
He sighed, then walked in, not really knowing what to expect.
You never did, with this tower.
Everytime you walked in, it was a different setting, whether it was a different time frame, a different place entirely, or just a room.
But it changed on your mood, and right now, Cameron needed some guidence as to what the hell he was feeling.
When Cam entered the room, he looked around and saw a drawing room, part music room.
There was a piano in the corner and an assortment of instruments throughout the room.
It was large, about half the size of the Great Hall, but large nontheless.
He walked over to the piano, his footsteps echoing on the granite floor.
Sitting on the piano bench, running his fingers over the keys, Cameron situated hiself and began to press random keys.
Before he knew it, he was full on playing one of his favourite pieces, the music echoing off the walls and floor and ceiling.
As he ended the piece, he thanked Merlin no one else knew where this tower was so no one would find him at his weakest times.
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Leah had no trouble on her way to the Owlry. She ran into no one and was able to make it back to the common room after she sent the letter with ease.
In the Gryffindor tower, there was a knocking on the seventh year girl's dormitory window.
Ginny was alone in the dorm, laying on her bed, thinking.
She heard the sound and got up to let the impatient owl in.
It was unfamiliar to her, probably one from the owlry.
She took the letter from it's leg and her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Harry's hand writing.
Shhe opened the letter quickly and read it aloud to herself.
"My dearest Ginny..." she read the letter, her heart getting faster, breath getting shorter with every line she comprehended.
After she had read and reread the letter a dozen times at least, she rushed down to the common room and everyone rushed over to her at her frantic calls.
"What is it?" asked Christina.
Ginny explained the letter to all of them and they immediately made plans to go see him that weekend.
"Oh," said Alyssa, "let's get real permission this time, though? Detention with Snape isn't my favourite thing in the world."
They all agreed and no sooner had they left for Dumbledore's office then the bell rang for class.
Bummed, they decided to just go to class and ask at lunch.
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Hector headed for Potions after the bell rang.
He had been moping around for a while now, wishing he had Christina with him.
Why was he such a freaking idiot?
Why should he care what the hell the school thinks of them?
They love eachother, that's all he should care about.
He had come to realize this only recently, and it made him sick to his stomach to know that he had ruined it with her.
He saw her everyday.
The only thing that would taunt him and haunt him more would be if she was with another guy.
He entered potions, all thoughts of Christina only too present.
Hector took his usual seat in the back, unfortunately, next to Leah.
Snape entered and smirked at the distant but emotional look on Hector's face.
Class got started and Snape asked them to take out materials for notes.
Hector did so and Snape began his lecture on roots.
But he hadn't been talking for more than a few words when Leah raised her hand obnoxiously.
"Professor!" she chimed annoyingly.
Snape stopped and turned around to face her, glaring.
"Yes Leah?" he said snidely.
"Professor, I read all this last night. How am I supposed to..."
But at the sight of movement near Leah, Hector stopped listening.
He turned his head slightly to the right where she sat and looked at the desk.
Her quill was moving rapidly with her words, in a strange, cursive-ish, scratchy handwriting that looked all to familiar to him.
Hector thought back to the numerous times when Ginny had shown him her letter from Harry.
Then it hit him.
That was Harry's handwriting.
Then he got a second blow.
That's what they were doing that night he stopped them; they were getting the letter so they could copy the writing.
He thought of why they would want to do that, but before he could figure it out, the quill dropped to the desk as Leah stopped talking, and Hector jerked his head back to the front.
He suddenly keeled over and made disgusting noises.
Everyone in the class turned to face him.
"Sir," Hector said, getting up and stumbling toward the door. "I don't feel well."
Snape slowly turned to face him as Hector began to make more noises.
"I think I'm going to... to... ah!"
Hector reached the door and once he was on the other side of it, he made a taking-a-vomit noise.
Once he heard all his classmates disgusted "eeww"s, he straightened up and began to speed walk down the deserted halls.
When he finally got to the Gryffindor tower, he stopped and leaned agaist the wall.
It would be a while before the bell rang, so he just stood there waiting.
It seemed like ages to him, but when the bell finally did ring, the halls were suddenly filled with students heading for lunch.
He searched the crowd.
Then his heart stopped.
Christina stood in the middle of the busy halls staring at him, mouth slightly open.
He bagan to walk toward her in a hurry, a determined look on his face.
When he stood only inches from her, he touched her arm and said:
"Where's Ginny?"
Christina recoiled at his touch, but he was just so used to having contact with her, and he needed to have strength for what he was about to do. She answered.
"She's in the library, but what's the matter? What's going on?"
"Look," Hector said, looking around, "I'll tell you later but I have to go."
"But wait-"
"I promise, I'll tell you later."
Hector was in such a hurry, that before he could think about what he was doing, he grabbed Christina by the shoulders and kissed her, hard and long.
He let go and started to walk away, but then he stopped.
He looked back, she was in the same position he had left her in, shocked.
They made eye contact, and then she broke it and kept walking toward the common room.
(A/N I had to do that because thats what all the heroes to before they go off and save the world. dont mind me...)
Hector instantly forgot about what he just happened when he remembered Ginny in the library.
He rushed off in that direction, dodging people left and right, and once the crowd thinned out enough, he started running.
Hector arrived at the library and walked in, breathing heavy.
He instantly spotten Ginny's red hair and walked over.
"Hey," she said when she spotted him.
"Hey," he breathed, trying to gather himself.
"How've you been, you know with the whole Christ-"
"I've been fine, thanks for asking." Hector snapped at her, giving her a small glare.
She made a face to herself and let Hector proceed with what he was going to say.
"Look, I have to tell you something. And I don't want to be the bearer of bad news here, but I have to say it."
Ginny nodded, motioning for him to sit across from her. He did.
"Look, remember when you were showing me Harry's letter?"
"Yeah."
"And so I basically know the handwriting, right?"
"Sure."
"Well, the other night, I caught Cameron and Leah out in the hall right outside Gryffindor tower. They were up to something, I know it. I stopped them, pretended to be a prefect, but I don't think they went back to their common rooms. Then today, in potions, Leah was blabbing on about something, and her quill started writing everything she said."
"So, she has an enchanted quill? What was the point of telling me that?"
"The point is that it was in Harry's handwriting it was writing in."
Ginny looked at him funny, like she didn't believe him.
"What?" she asked, "That's crazy. Why would her quill write in Harry's handwriting? And I still don't know why you're telling me all this."
"Don't you get it?" Hector asked, annoyed. "I bet you can't find the letter Harry sent you, huh?"
"What? How did you know I- what does that have to do with anything. I just misplaced it."
"In a drawer?"
"I still don't know where you're going with this."
"Do I have to spell it out for you? The night I stopped Cameron and Leah, they were on their way to your dormitory. They stole your letter, copied the hand writing, wrote you that phony letter telling you to go to Harry's office, then Leah forgot to un-enchant her quill! Can't you put two and two together?"
"Can you prove it?"
Hector stood up and leaned across the table so he could get in her face.
"I just have! Weren't you listening to anything I just said?"
"Well I think," Ginny said, getting up to match Hector's level with her own, "that you are just mad that Harry has finally realized we belong together. You're jealous."
"Of what!" he hissed at her.
"You're jealous and angry that I get to be with someone while you're alone, left to rot!"
"Shut up!"
"And you want to ruin it for me because you can't stand to see other people happy while you're not."
Hector made a decision right then. He wouldn't get into it with Ginny.
He calmed himself down and looked at her one last time with a glare before leaving the library.
- - - - - - - - - -
Alyssa, Rachel, Chloe, and Knitter all sat in the shade of the tree by the lake.
Alyssa was napping with her hood up over her eyes, leaning against the trunk of the tree.
Rachel was sticking her wand in the ground, then pulling it back out, making holes in the soft dirt.
Chloe and Knitter were sitting, legs crossed, having a staring contest.
Knitter, in his determination to win, took a fart and Chloe immediately got up, making disgusted noises, Rachel scrambled onto her feet so she could run away, grabbing her wand out of the ground, and Alyssa snorted and woke up, smelt the air, then choked and ran after her friends who were now running toward the castle.
Knitter looked around at the emptiness and said to himself, "I win!"
When said trio arrived in the Entrance Hall, they walked up to Gryffindor tower, to go see Christina.
Chloe waited in the hall.
Rachel and Christina went into the common room, then made their way up to the dorm, where they found Christina laying on her bed, arms stretched out, staring at the ceiling.
"Hey Christina," they greeted.
Almost as if coming out of a trance, Christina blinked twice, then looked over at her company. She straightened up and they all sat on the edge of her bed.
"Hey, what's up?"
"What were you thinking about?" asked Alyssa, knowing Christina's thinking look all to well.
Christina smiled to herself, a small, sad smile, a smile of rememberance, then said:
"Oh, nothing."
She got up and walked out, leaving her friends behind, and going into the hall to find Chloe spraying Knitter, who probably just got there, with air freshener with her wand.
(A/N i hope this will quench your need for more chapters for a while, thirsty readers. :D dude, high school keeps me really busy. so i update when I can, its just that last weekend i couldn't write for personal reasons, and the weekends are the only time in which i can actually write. so plz review. huggles)