Hello! I am new to writing fanfictions so please only constructive criticism!
This story will take place during The Goblet of Fire. Going to write a small story! Pairing is Harry/Daphne with Neville/Luna and Blaise/Tracy !
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
All associated elements belong to JKR
Walking into the library as the last sunlight of Friday shined through the windows, Harry sighs as the weight of his book bag pulls against his shoulder. Striding towards an empty wooden table that looks empty to him through the cracks in the bookshelves, he hears hisses, sneers, and whispered taunts by other students. He walks past the congregations of students; their 'Potter Stinks/Support Cedric' badges gleaming in the light.
Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, focusing on blocking out the taunts and jeers from the students, Harry opens his eyes as the noise quiets down, looking to see a familiar blonde witch, her back facing him, hair fanned out.
Looking up, Daphne sees in the reflection of the glass Harry standing there. Smiling slightly, she calls out, "You can sit you know? Don't be a stranger."
Giving a slight smile, Harry pulls the other chair next to Daphne out and sets his bag down, pulling out a piece of parchment and his quill.
Looking over, Harry sees that Daphne started to work on their potions essay, fifteen inches of parchment about the effects of a bezoar.
Pulling out his charms textbook, Harry decides to write his nine inch essay about limitations of the locking spell.
Students shuffle around the library as Harry and Daphne write their respective essays for the coming week, both students wishing to complete their last essays before Saturday begins as the sun rises the next morning.
Chimes ring throughout the walls of the castle as the hours mix into a haze of work and writing, quills dancing on paper as a flurry of two feathers, one grayish-black and the other white, fly through the air. Scratching fills the secluded area in which both teenagers write.
After hours of writing, Harry glances up, looking around, he notices only a few students left in the library. Yawning as he checks the time quickly, thirty minutes until curfew, Harry glances back down to finish his final essay which Professor Moody assigned, the uses of hex deflection.
Breaking the silence that held for hours, Harry asks as he continues to write his conclusion,"So why'd you, well, do that to Malfoy?"
Yawning before she responds, Daphne sets her quill down gently and replies, "He's claimed things as well as done some things in the past."
Looking up and staring into her eyes from across the table, Harry waves his hand in a circle gesturing for her to continue.
Staring at him, Daphne glares and presses her palms against the table, her arms shaking under the pressure she's applying to the sturdy wood.
With a sharp, cool voice, she stops pressing against the wood and looks down, her blonde hair covering her face as she responds, "Mind your business. The only thing you need to know is that he's a bigoted, stupid, idiotic, elitist, and hypocritical child."
Pushing her parchment into her bag, Daphne closes her ink jar and sets her quill in her bag, rolled up in paper to prevent ink stains.
Blinking a few times, she yawns once more before glaring at Harry and stating, "It's rude to pry into another person's life. If they want to share, then they will tell you."
Turning on her heels, she glides through the shelves back to her dormitory, leaving a confused, and somewhat intrigued Harry staring after her.
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Ringing is heard throughout the castle walls as Harry exits the library, Madam Prince chasing the last of the students out from the last corners of the shelves. Looking back and seeing students sneer at him, whispering to each other as they climb the staircases and disperse throughout the halls, Harry ascends the great staircase, aimlessly wandering around.
Pacing throughout the halls and corridors of the castle, Harry ends up facing a familiar door in the third floor corridor, right hand side. Curious, Harry looks around before throwing his invisibility cloak over himself. Holding his breath, bracing himself for what is coming, he swings the door open.
No panting was heard. No growling, or barking, or anything made a sound besides the old wooden door. Opening his eyes, Harry looks around and sees the familiar wooden trapdoor in the middle of the room; however, Harry notices bookshelves lining the sides of the room, a blackboard shoved aside, though white scribbles still flourished across the board, and also a giant dog mattress that was surprisingly clean, smelling like flowers with no stains or any hint that a giant three headed dog once slept on it.
Smiling widely, Harry sets his bag down on one of the many desks in the room, looking around and marveling at the room.
Hoping that Daphne wouldn't be mad, Harry falls asleep uncomfortably in the large dog bed under his itchy, prickly invisibility cloak.
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As his hand squeezes the doorknob, he realizes that it's Sunday and also a Hogsmeade weekend. Sighing, sagging his shoulders, Harry starts to think about his future. Realizing he cannot sleep without a pillow and his blanket one more night, he recalls he learned the Geminio spell in third year.
Curious, Harry releases his grip on the doorknob and pulls out a hairpin. Placing it on a desk and pacing around, remembering the wand motions, he steps back and pulls out his wand.
Raising his wand, Harry flicks his wrist and in a commanding voice, calls out, "Geminio!"
Instantly, the hairpin shoots a duplicate of itself up from the original, however the doubled hairpin is bent and deformed.
Frowning, Harry leaves the hairpin and rushes out the door. Closing the door and looking around, seeing no one as there are no classrooms on the third floor and the door was very out of the way from the main path, he slips his invisibility cloak over himself and rushes up to the library.
Browsing the shelves for "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3", by Miranda Goshawk, Harry sees Hermione sitting alone in a corner. Shaking his head, anger fills his head as a voice reminds him that she didn't help him when he needed a friend, why should he help her when she turned her back?
Filled with anger, Harry rips the book he's looking for out of the shelf and pulls it under the cloak hastily. Signing his name quickly, he dashes out the library and back to the third floor corridor.
Searching through the pages, Harry reads that the Gemino spell requires specific concentration while any other thoughts or emotions would reduce the spell's effects. Sighing as he sets down the book, Harry pulls out his wand and clears his mind before calmly breathing out, "Gemino."
A long string of metal shoots out from the hairpin as the metal clangs against the hairpin and falls onto the desk. Pacing around, Harry continues to try and brute force the spell to copy the hairpin perfectly, his creations littering the desktop as bent, miscolored, or other deformed hairpins scatter around the original.
Hours pass as Harry tires himself out from not only the mental strain of not falling into a fit of rage over a simple spell but also because of his magical energy being drained from the constant copying of an object. Swapping between reading the third year book, his own charms book, and practicing, Harry starts to lose hope in learning the spell that day.
Looking around the room, he spots his school books placed on the old desk that was the professors. Walking over, he spots the familiar book by Xiao Liu. Picking it up, he reads through the pages before reaching 'Chapter IV: Magical Intent'.
Sitting down on a desk, he reads through the chapter as Xiao Liu preaches the Magical Eastern beliefs of magic.
'Magic flows like a roaring river around us, in us. Picture this roaring river of magic around you, feel the magical energy within you. A being gifted with the ability to harness magical power cannot 'use' magic, only simply dip into this river of energy. Focus the energy to the tip of your magical tool and let the river direct its flow to you, around you. Do not fight the river, let the waters of magic run through your body to be expelled through your magical instrument.'
Closing the page while realizing that nothing has worked so far, Harry closes his eyes. His mind focusing on magic, he feels something within his solar plexus, a source of energy. Feeling tingling around his body at the exposed skin, he feels the magical energy throughout the air.
Opening his eyes, mind focused on the magical energy within him and around him, he points his wand and exhales, "Gemino."
A hairpin soars from the original, the color, style, and shape an exact replica of the hairpin the spell was cast upon. Ecstatic about the spell working, Harry slips on the invisibility cloak and walks out the door, casting a locking charm on the lock before walking down the halls.
Reaching the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry waits for a student to enter or exit. Hearing words coming from the other side of the portrait, Harry steadies himself as a few young students exit the painting.
Slipping past them and into the common room, Harry dashes upstairs to the fourth year male dormitory. Seeing the room empty, he casts the spell on his pillow and blanket, the objects multiplying. Seizing the objects, folding the blanket quickly, Harry pulls them under his cloak before walking down to the common room.
Waiting for another opportunity, Harry slips through the painting once more and darts through the halls, up and down stairs, before reaching the room once more. Casting an unlocking charm, he enters the room and slips off the cloak. Setting the pillow and blanket on the massive dog bed, he sits down and starts to read the books.
Hours pass as Harry reads through his textbooks, often writing notes into the margins. He hears a voice outside whisper "Alohomora."
Raising his wand and slipping his cloak over himself, he sees Daphne walk into the room as she closes the door behind her quietly. Sighing, she looks around and freezes, seeing Harry's belongings across the room.
Pulling his cloak off himself, he asks, "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
Shrieking slightly, Daphne jumps back, her own wand raised and stares at Harry, "What are you doing here yourself?"
Lowering his wand and motioning for Daphne to do the same, he states, "I've been kicked out of the dorms, just thought of this place and decided to camp out here. What are you doing here?"
Sighing, deciding to be honest, Daphne replies, "I found this place ages ago and… well there's a ladder down that hatch so I investigated and found this… object I really like." Realizing what he said before, she calls out, "What do you mean kicked out?
Shrugging, Harry replies, "They think I cheated and thus attacked me. I've been sleeping around the castle these days."
Raising her eyebrow, Daphne asks, "Well what do you do for food?"
"I just take a bit from the great hall. I got… err… friends." Harry rubs the back of his head as he looks into Daphne's calculating gaze.
"Well… I know of a better way to grab food. Follow me, it's the least I can do after helping me with Draco the other day." Daphne motions him to follow as she exits the abandoned classroom, Harry right behind her.
Walking to a painting of fruits, Harry inquires, "What's this? Does this painting give fruit or something?"
Shaking her head, Daphne tickles the pear as the painting swings open, revealing a massive kitchen. Stepping in after her, he looks around to see a large number of house elves.
"Harry Potter sir!" A shrill voice screams out. A green blur bolts to Harry as he looks down to see Dobby covered in socks.
"Great to see you Dobby, but… errr… what is this?" Harry looks down with a confused face.
Looking up, Dobby replies, "Kitchens sir! This be the kitchens for Hoggy-warts!" Beaming with pride he continues, "Mister Dumbledore sir hired Dobby you see, I get paid and I get work! Dobby loves being a free elf sir!"
Smiling down, Harry responds, "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself Dobby, but what do you do here?"
"I help deliver food to the Great Halls sir! I have students eat sir!" Looking around to see the other elves cooking or preparing dinner, Dobby sighs, "But sir, I don't have enough work sir."
Thinking of an idea, Harry asks, "Well, if you want more work… there have been… errr… complications and I would love food to be delivered to me."
Beaming up while jumping with joy, Dobby says, "Dobby would love to deliver food to the great and noble Harry Potter sir! Call Dobby's name and Dobby will come!"
Smiling, Harry looks up to see Daphne grabbing bags full of pastries as she hands a note to a house elf. Catching his questioning gaze, Daphne rolls her eyes and calls out, "Family business, don't be so nosy."
Waving their goodbyes, Daphne and Harry exit the kitchens, Daphne's hands full with bags of pastries while Harry's face is plastered with a smile. Walking down the halls, Daphne snacks on her pastries as the duo wind up in front of the door to Harry's new chambers.
"Well, see you tomorrow then?" Harry asks as he opens the door.
Shaking her head, Daphne replies, "I don't think so, I've got time and can eat dinner here, it's not like I'll be missed. Students are still in Hogsmeade for a few more hours."
Shocked, Harry stands in the doorway as Daphne shoves past him. Setting her bags down she strides over and grabs Harry's transfiguration textbook. Flopping down, she starts to turn the pages.
An hour passes as the two teenagers study as they chat about classes or read through textbooks together. Though, breaking a conversation about the effects of the upcoming summoning charm for charms class, Harry's stomach rumbles.
"Eh… heh… sorry. Dobby?" Harry calls out into the silent classroom. With a pop, the small house elf appears in front of Harry.
"Harry Potter sir called for me?" Dobby asks, eyes wide with the prospect of work.
Nodding, Harry orders Dobby apprehensive, "Could we get some dinner? Daphne and I that is."
Nodding, Dobby snaps his fingers as a giant plate of honey ham sandwiches, a large bowl of chips, two smaller bowls of caesar salad, and two empty plates appear on a desk. Daphne, secretly starving, inches towards the food. Once in front of the food, Daphne portions food onto her plate and starts to devour it.
"I'll call for you once we're done, thank you Dobby." Bowing slightly, Dobby snaps his fingers and disappears.
Enjoying their evening and their food, Daphne and Harry chat aimlessly together, the memory of Daphne's earlier outburst sailing out of their minds.
Hi Friends! Hope you enjoyed! Going on a trip for a week so I'll probably post when I return! See you next time!
Quick note: The "chips" in the story are fries if you're American.