HP the Gryffindor Heir and the Labyrinth
By Rina Bollyqueen 420
Magical Masquerade
The hall was beginning to fill up as more students arrived in various costumes and as two girls entered it, their eyes searched for their friends.
"Where do you think they are Liz?" asked the one with Auburn hair. The dark hair girl shrugged.
"I don't know Anne," she replied, in a heavy Spanish accent. 'Anne' smiled at her friend.
"This was a great idea Liz," she said. "Charming our voices to sound different and using our middle names."
"Of course it was," replied 'Liz'. "Now let's go find your prat of a brother," she said dragging her friend off.
'Anne's' gaze drifted over the crowd and landed on two boys.
"No bloody way!" she exclaimed, sounding very much like her brother. Her friend glared at her.
"Virginia Anne Weasley!" she hissed. "Don't swear!" 'Anne' pointed in the direction of the two boys and 'Liz's' mouth dropped open.
"You better close you mouth Mione, something may fly into it," grinned Ginny. Hermione promptly closed it and glared at Ginny.
"Oh for heavens sake, come on," she said dragging her friend towards the two boys with crazy hairstyles. Ginny giggled. It was hilarious to hear Hermione reprimanding her in a Spanish accent.
The two boys in question heard the bickering girls and turned around. This time Harry's jaw dropped as he saw the Auburn haired girl, who was currently being dragged towards them by her friend. It was the girl from his dream, literally! The girl must have sensed him looking at her because she looked up and winked at him. She then opened her mouth and pushed her chin up. Harry's face became redder than the Weasley's hair as he closed his mouth. He walked up to her slowly, gathering all the courage he could muster.
"Umm ............ excuse me Miss, but would you umm ......... like to dance?" he asked.
"It would be my pleasure kind Sir," she replied as she took his hand in her own. He held her close not wanting to let go and she sighed happily, resting her head on his shoulders, wishing that whatever she was feeling at this moment, would never stop. Both wishing, that the beautiful night of a magical masquerade, was not just a dream.
"Isn't it beautiful," sighed Hermione, watching the happy couple. The red- haired boy snorted. "What was that for?" she asked.
"Well the stupid git should be dancing with my sister," he replied. "Not some bloody girl he met in his dreams. What if it's some sort of trick from You-Know-Who? And why am I standing next to you? You could be part of the plot to lure Harry away from the castle!" he exclaimed, starting to move away from her. Suddenly he felt her hit him up-side the head. "Ow," he said rubbing it. "What the bloody hell was that for?" The Spanish beauty glared at him.
"For being a prat!" she exclaimed.
"I am not a prat!" he said angrily.
"Yes you are!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am n .........!" She cut him off by pressing her lips to his. After about 10 seconds she pulled away. "What was that for?" he asked breathlessly. The Spanish girl in front of him licked her lips.
"Well Mr Ronald Arthur Weasley. It was the only way I could get you to shut up and win the argument at the same time. Besides I also got a little snog out of you," she smirked. Ron looked confused for a minute and Hermione watched his face as he came to the revelation.
"Mione?" She nodded. "Bloody hell! You look brilliant! And you've changed your voice!" Hermione beamed proudly and didn't bother to reprimand him for swearing. "You are the most brilliant witch I know," he whispered as he brought his lips to hers again.
The four Indian girls entered the Great Hall and looked around in awe.
"The prefects really outdid themselves this time," said Sapna. The others nodded.
"We did didn't we," agreed Padma, only to see her, now non-identical, twin staring at her. "What?" Parvati and Zarina shook their heads.
"Nothing," they replied, innocently. Meanwhile Sapna's gaze had fallen onto a guy standing at the buffet table. He was wearing a navy Indian Pilot uniform and his eyes were covered by sunglasses. He had a goatee and a defined moustache. Sapna gulped as her heart skipped a beat the moment she had laid eyes on him. He was wearing an exact replica of the uniform that Shah Rukh Khan, her favorite Bollywood actor, had worn in the film 'Bazzigar'. She had been staring so long that she didn't even realize that Zarina had begun to wave a hand in front of her face.
"Sapna!" Zarina yelled into her ear, making said girl almost jump out of her skin.
"What?" she asked annoyed. "Zarina just grinned and began humming an old, and annoying, Hindi film song, which made Sapna swat her on the arm. "Stop it!" she hissed.
"Why?" asked Zarina. "And anyway, he's looking at you now." Sapna looked back at the buffet table. The handsome pilot was indeed looking their way and Sapna quickly turned back to Zarina and blushed.
"Oh Lord, Zari what do I do? Are you sure he's looking at me? He could be looking at you?" Zarina sighed.
"Just go and ask him to dance,"
"I can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"What if he says 'no'? And you know that I'm arranged to be married," she said, lowering her voice.
"Exactly! You should have fun while you still can." Sapna shook her head furiously.
"No. I can't. I just can't. It's like ............"
"He's coming over," said Zarina calmly. Sapna whipped around to see that Mr Pilot was coming their way.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" She gulped when he stopped in front of her. "Hi," she squeaked. Zarina just rolled her eyes.
"Good evening," he said smoothly. "Would you care for a dance?" he asked, holding his hand out to Sapna.
"I............ I ............ I ............"
"She would love to," answered Zarina, pushing Sapna forward. The pilot smirked, took hold of her hand and took the bewildered and speechless girl onto the dance floor. The second the stranger took her hand into his own, Sapna felt a sharp jolt go through her entire body.
"I love the glamour charm that you have used," he said, breaking Sapna's train of thought. "You look exactly like Maduri Dixit." Sapna smiled.
"Well that was the plan. And I must say that you look like Shah Rukh Khan, apart from the goatee. I love your 'Bazzigar' uniform."
"Thanks," he said. Sapna blushed as he pulled her closer. "And I must say that you are the loveliest girl here." Sapna mumbled 'thanks' and lay her head on his shoulder. And at that moment all her worries melted away. No worries about Rahul teasing her. No worries about her impending marriage to him. And no worries about her future. All that existed in this blissful moment was herself in the arms of this handsome stranger, whom she probably would never see again, after this magical night.
After two hours had passed, Sapna grudgingly pulled herself away from the Pilot.
"This night has been amazing," she said truthfully.
"I know," he replied. "Although we've only known each other for a couple of hours, I felt as though we belong together." Sapna's heart was breaking inside. She had fallen for this stranger, whilst she knew that she was already arranged to be married to her arch nemesis.
"I feel the same way," she admitted. "But we can't. As much as I want to. We can't. Just know that you will always have a very special place in my heart." She leant forward and kissed him. "I will always love you," she said. Then she sharply turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
"I love you Harry Potter," whispered Ginny. Harry looked surprised.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"Your eyes," she said simply. "I'd recognize them anywhere."
"Who are you?" he asked. She smiled and kissed him.
"Promise me that when this night is over you won't for get me."
"How could I?"
Suddenly they were interrupted by a loud magical clap of thunder and lightening.
"Good evening students of Hogwarts!" said a male voice. Harry and Ginny turned towards the stage where an Asian boy wearing a cowboy costume was standing. "Tonight we have a Special Guest, who has decided to perform a few of his songs for us tonight! Please welcome famous Bhangra Artist, Daler Mendhi! And also performing for us tonight we have the Bollywood Babes!" Another clap of thunder and Sapna, Parvati, Padma and Zarina stood on stage. There were whoops of appreciation from the male population of Hogwarts.
The music started up and Daler Mendhi began singing whilst the girls danced. Then it went into the solo performances of each girl and duets, with the Bhangra singer singing one of his numbers now and again.
All the while, Sapna could feel the strangers gaze upon her. She tried not to let it affect her, but her mind couldn't help but wander to him. Before she knew it, it was time for her final duet with Zari. 'Choli ke Peeche Kya Hai'. She had to admit, it was a bit daring, even for her. She threw her entire self into the dance, mouthing all the words and throwing seductive looks at a certain member of the audience, as Maduri Dixit had done in the film. The second it was over, the four girls disappeared off stage.
But the four girls were not the only ones who had seemed to disappear. Harry felt a sharp twinge in his scar, for a fraction of a second after the dancing had finished. When he looked up at the staff table, he noticed to his dismay, that his grandparents were not where they had been, just a second ago. He looked at the girl he'd been dancing with for the entire night and saw Virginia Ann Weasley standing there.
"Ginny?" Her eyes widened, as she realized that it was midnight and the charms and masks had been removed. She looked into Harry's eyes for a few seconds and then rushed out the hall.
"Ginny wait!" he shouted and began to run after her. But was stopped by the commanding voice of Dumbledore.
"SILENCE! It seems that somehow a Portus Potion was mixed into King Jareth and Queen Sarah's drinks and they have been abducted from the castle. Everyone please go to your respective houses immediately." Harry felt numb. He had just found them. He couldn't lose them as well. He just couldn't.
By Rina Bollyqueen 420
Magical Masquerade
The hall was beginning to fill up as more students arrived in various costumes and as two girls entered it, their eyes searched for their friends.
"Where do you think they are Liz?" asked the one with Auburn hair. The dark hair girl shrugged.
"I don't know Anne," she replied, in a heavy Spanish accent. 'Anne' smiled at her friend.
"This was a great idea Liz," she said. "Charming our voices to sound different and using our middle names."
"Of course it was," replied 'Liz'. "Now let's go find your prat of a brother," she said dragging her friend off.
'Anne's' gaze drifted over the crowd and landed on two boys.
"No bloody way!" she exclaimed, sounding very much like her brother. Her friend glared at her.
"Virginia Anne Weasley!" she hissed. "Don't swear!" 'Anne' pointed in the direction of the two boys and 'Liz's' mouth dropped open.
"You better close you mouth Mione, something may fly into it," grinned Ginny. Hermione promptly closed it and glared at Ginny.
"Oh for heavens sake, come on," she said dragging her friend towards the two boys with crazy hairstyles. Ginny giggled. It was hilarious to hear Hermione reprimanding her in a Spanish accent.
The two boys in question heard the bickering girls and turned around. This time Harry's jaw dropped as he saw the Auburn haired girl, who was currently being dragged towards them by her friend. It was the girl from his dream, literally! The girl must have sensed him looking at her because she looked up and winked at him. She then opened her mouth and pushed her chin up. Harry's face became redder than the Weasley's hair as he closed his mouth. He walked up to her slowly, gathering all the courage he could muster.
"Umm ............ excuse me Miss, but would you umm ......... like to dance?" he asked.
"It would be my pleasure kind Sir," she replied as she took his hand in her own. He held her close not wanting to let go and she sighed happily, resting her head on his shoulders, wishing that whatever she was feeling at this moment, would never stop. Both wishing, that the beautiful night of a magical masquerade, was not just a dream.
"Isn't it beautiful," sighed Hermione, watching the happy couple. The red- haired boy snorted. "What was that for?" she asked.
"Well the stupid git should be dancing with my sister," he replied. "Not some bloody girl he met in his dreams. What if it's some sort of trick from You-Know-Who? And why am I standing next to you? You could be part of the plot to lure Harry away from the castle!" he exclaimed, starting to move away from her. Suddenly he felt her hit him up-side the head. "Ow," he said rubbing it. "What the bloody hell was that for?" The Spanish beauty glared at him.
"For being a prat!" she exclaimed.
"I am not a prat!" he said angrily.
"Yes you are!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am n .........!" She cut him off by pressing her lips to his. After about 10 seconds she pulled away. "What was that for?" he asked breathlessly. The Spanish girl in front of him licked her lips.
"Well Mr Ronald Arthur Weasley. It was the only way I could get you to shut up and win the argument at the same time. Besides I also got a little snog out of you," she smirked. Ron looked confused for a minute and Hermione watched his face as he came to the revelation.
"Mione?" She nodded. "Bloody hell! You look brilliant! And you've changed your voice!" Hermione beamed proudly and didn't bother to reprimand him for swearing. "You are the most brilliant witch I know," he whispered as he brought his lips to hers again.
The four Indian girls entered the Great Hall and looked around in awe.
"The prefects really outdid themselves this time," said Sapna. The others nodded.
"We did didn't we," agreed Padma, only to see her, now non-identical, twin staring at her. "What?" Parvati and Zarina shook their heads.
"Nothing," they replied, innocently. Meanwhile Sapna's gaze had fallen onto a guy standing at the buffet table. He was wearing a navy Indian Pilot uniform and his eyes were covered by sunglasses. He had a goatee and a defined moustache. Sapna gulped as her heart skipped a beat the moment she had laid eyes on him. He was wearing an exact replica of the uniform that Shah Rukh Khan, her favorite Bollywood actor, had worn in the film 'Bazzigar'. She had been staring so long that she didn't even realize that Zarina had begun to wave a hand in front of her face.
"Sapna!" Zarina yelled into her ear, making said girl almost jump out of her skin.
"What?" she asked annoyed. "Zarina just grinned and began humming an old, and annoying, Hindi film song, which made Sapna swat her on the arm. "Stop it!" she hissed.
"Why?" asked Zarina. "And anyway, he's looking at you now." Sapna looked back at the buffet table. The handsome pilot was indeed looking their way and Sapna quickly turned back to Zarina and blushed.
"Oh Lord, Zari what do I do? Are you sure he's looking at me? He could be looking at you?" Zarina sighed.
"Just go and ask him to dance,"
"I can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"What if he says 'no'? And you know that I'm arranged to be married," she said, lowering her voice.
"Exactly! You should have fun while you still can." Sapna shook her head furiously.
"No. I can't. I just can't. It's like ............"
"He's coming over," said Zarina calmly. Sapna whipped around to see that Mr Pilot was coming their way.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" She gulped when he stopped in front of her. "Hi," she squeaked. Zarina just rolled her eyes.
"Good evening," he said smoothly. "Would you care for a dance?" he asked, holding his hand out to Sapna.
"I............ I ............ I ............"
"She would love to," answered Zarina, pushing Sapna forward. The pilot smirked, took hold of her hand and took the bewildered and speechless girl onto the dance floor. The second the stranger took her hand into his own, Sapna felt a sharp jolt go through her entire body.
"I love the glamour charm that you have used," he said, breaking Sapna's train of thought. "You look exactly like Maduri Dixit." Sapna smiled.
"Well that was the plan. And I must say that you look like Shah Rukh Khan, apart from the goatee. I love your 'Bazzigar' uniform."
"Thanks," he said. Sapna blushed as he pulled her closer. "And I must say that you are the loveliest girl here." Sapna mumbled 'thanks' and lay her head on his shoulder. And at that moment all her worries melted away. No worries about Rahul teasing her. No worries about her impending marriage to him. And no worries about her future. All that existed in this blissful moment was herself in the arms of this handsome stranger, whom she probably would never see again, after this magical night.
After two hours had passed, Sapna grudgingly pulled herself away from the Pilot.
"This night has been amazing," she said truthfully.
"I know," he replied. "Although we've only known each other for a couple of hours, I felt as though we belong together." Sapna's heart was breaking inside. She had fallen for this stranger, whilst she knew that she was already arranged to be married to her arch nemesis.
"I feel the same way," she admitted. "But we can't. As much as I want to. We can't. Just know that you will always have a very special place in my heart." She leant forward and kissed him. "I will always love you," she said. Then she sharply turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
"I love you Harry Potter," whispered Ginny. Harry looked surprised.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"Your eyes," she said simply. "I'd recognize them anywhere."
"Who are you?" he asked. She smiled and kissed him.
"Promise me that when this night is over you won't for get me."
"How could I?"
Suddenly they were interrupted by a loud magical clap of thunder and lightening.
"Good evening students of Hogwarts!" said a male voice. Harry and Ginny turned towards the stage where an Asian boy wearing a cowboy costume was standing. "Tonight we have a Special Guest, who has decided to perform a few of his songs for us tonight! Please welcome famous Bhangra Artist, Daler Mendhi! And also performing for us tonight we have the Bollywood Babes!" Another clap of thunder and Sapna, Parvati, Padma and Zarina stood on stage. There were whoops of appreciation from the male population of Hogwarts.
The music started up and Daler Mendhi began singing whilst the girls danced. Then it went into the solo performances of each girl and duets, with the Bhangra singer singing one of his numbers now and again.
All the while, Sapna could feel the strangers gaze upon her. She tried not to let it affect her, but her mind couldn't help but wander to him. Before she knew it, it was time for her final duet with Zari. 'Choli ke Peeche Kya Hai'. She had to admit, it was a bit daring, even for her. She threw her entire self into the dance, mouthing all the words and throwing seductive looks at a certain member of the audience, as Maduri Dixit had done in the film. The second it was over, the four girls disappeared off stage.
But the four girls were not the only ones who had seemed to disappear. Harry felt a sharp twinge in his scar, for a fraction of a second after the dancing had finished. When he looked up at the staff table, he noticed to his dismay, that his grandparents were not where they had been, just a second ago. He looked at the girl he'd been dancing with for the entire night and saw Virginia Ann Weasley standing there.
"Ginny?" Her eyes widened, as she realized that it was midnight and the charms and masks had been removed. She looked into Harry's eyes for a few seconds and then rushed out the hall.
"Ginny wait!" he shouted and began to run after her. But was stopped by the commanding voice of Dumbledore.
"SILENCE! It seems that somehow a Portus Potion was mixed into King Jareth and Queen Sarah's drinks and they have been abducted from the castle. Everyone please go to your respective houses immediately." Harry felt numb. He had just found them. He couldn't lose them as well. He just couldn't.