"Len sspinova da wara pemerefer, xraviidya vdvosuune, a netoyent hin, xii yatuu a leniin odefed, fe a leniin fetwin a hasszu." I am a huge nerd and I created a language a long time ago. This is it in it's almost refined state and I had this sudden urge to write a sentence to all my kind readers and followers. It translates to: "I eternally wish you a happy life, wise power, and incredible journeys, not only with your body, but with your mind and heart." This is the best farewell a person can receive in the story I use this language in. I wanted to share it as I love the sound of this sentence and the meanings it holds. While, I am not saying goodbye to you, I honestly do wish you exactly this: eternally a happy life, wise power, and incredible journeys, not only with your body, but with your mind and heart as well.
Hope you enjoy the story and can overlook my nerdiness in the above. :D
Harry had been so caught up in his thoughts, he bumped straight into a Gryffindor girl, whom he recognized played on their Quidditch team. She gave a squeal and fell, nearly dropping what she was carrying. Suddenly, the girl rose up into the air, arms outstretched and hair flying wildly around her face, and let out a blood-curdling scream. The girl who had been with her started to scream as well, trying to grab at the Quidditch player's ankles and tug her back down. Then the Gryffindor collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain much like a person struck with the Cruciatus Curse and still shrieking. The other girl spun on Harry and started to scream at him and it took several seconds before he realized he thought she'd hexed her friend.
"I'm going to go get help!" He shouted at her and bolted away.
He found Hagrid and it took no convincing at all for the man to follow him quickly back to the cursed girl. To his horror, a crowd had started to gather, consisting of the Marauders and their girlfriends. All of them gave Harry dirty accusative looks. Hagrid pushed through the crowd and picked up the cursed girl and then ordered no one to touch the package she had been carrying. Harry peered down at it and noticed to his horror an opal necklace.
"I've seen that before." Harry told Hagrid. "It was on display in Borgin and Burkes ages ago. The label said it was cursed. She must have touched it."
"Guess it's no surprise you shop in such shady places, Potter." Ron accused and Hagrid berated him for the comment before turning without further word and leaving.
Hagrid was no gone and Harry knew he wasn't in the best situation a Slytherin could be in. He was surrounded by Gryffindors, a good portion of who were on the Quidditch team and furious at the scene they swore they were seeing: Harry sabatoging their team. Carefully, he took off his scarf and scooped up the necklace.
"I'm going to take this to Madam Pomfrey so she can help cure her." He told them without emotion in his voice. "If you'll excuse me..."
"Trying to play off you're innocent?" Ron spat at him. "We all know the truth. Leanne saw what you did!"
Harry just turned away and started the walk back up to the castle, ignoring the scathing words and accusations being thrown at him. Things, which were already worse than bad, had somehow managed to turn even nastier.
He reached the castle, where he was met by McGonagall, who gave the necklace to Filch for it to be taken to Professor Snape, before having Harry follow her into her office. She asked for what had happened and he told her his version of things and where he had seen the necklace before. She gave him a narrow-eyed look when he told her this last bit, but seemed to accept the information nonetheless and dismissed him.
It was no more than five minutes from her office when he heard the word, "Expelliarmus!"
Harry's wand being in his robes at the time, he was instead thrown down the corridor where he slid across the floor and slammed into the wall. He tried getting to his feet, but couldn't in time before another hex hit him, this one petrifying him. He felt the other curses hitting him, several spreading stings across the entirety of his skin, another blinding his vision with squirming flapping bats, and the final one a tickling hex that was so powerful that it hurt because it itched and he couldn't move to scratch it.
Then he heard the other curses, but to his awe they weren't aimed at him. He watched through bats scratching at his face Slytherins beginning to surround him, casting the spells to repell his attackers. It was quickly becoming an outright battle in the hallway and, with McGonagall only five minutes away, he was sure a teacher would be arriving soon. Someone had leaned over him and started muttering counter-curses and, bats clearing from his face, he was stunned to see Malfoy bent over him while every single Slytherin from his year, boy and girl, were dodging hexes and jinxes and casting their own in return.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" McGonagall's shriek didn't stop the curses from being thrown and it took her casting a very powerful Shield Charm for everyone to finally stop their incantations, but no one lowered their wands despite her demand that they do. "EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!"
"They were attacking Harry!" Pansy screamed back, wand still pointed at the group.
It was now that Harry recognized them. The Marauders (with the exception of Neville) and a couple of those who had been in the D.A. last year (including Terry Boot) were all aiming their wands Harry's direction. Each of these people had seen the cursed Gryffindor on the ground and he knew instantly what their reasoning was.
"He attacked one of us first!" Ronald shouted.
"I didn't attack anyone!" Harry argued and then pointed at the redhead. "He believes I attacked that Gryffindor girl! He blames me!"
McGonagall opened her mouth, but Dean interrupted.
"We saw you there! We heard what Leanne said!"
"SHUT YOUR FILTHY MUDBLOOD MOUTH!"
Eyes were wide and heads were spinning to see Harry standing there, quite shocked with himself as well. Points were yanked from Gryffindor and Slytherin so fast Harry swore the whole castle felt the whiplash. He in particular cost them fifty and earned himself a week's worth of detention to be served with McGonagall, who looked livid. She also took away his next Hogsmeade visit and told him she would be talking to his Head of House and writing home for this appalling behavior. She then sent them all back to their Common Rooms where they were to remain until dinner.
Harry was shaking, unable to compose himself, and barely able to mutter a thanks to the Slytherins who had come to his aid. As they started towards the Common Room, conversation beginning slowly, Harry found that, for the first time ever, he felt like he really was one of the Slytherins.
This feeling of belonging was outweighed by his self-disgust at having to use that word to finally feel like he was acceptable by his fellow Slytherins.
Professor Snape had stormed into the Common Room and dragged Harry out by his hair into his office, which he hadn't moved from the dungeons despite taking up the D.A.D.A. teaching position. He had been furious at Harry for using the term, though not because he had.
"I understand being in Slytherin House means use of this word was inevitable." Snape sneered. "However, even I as a student was never foolish enough to scream it in front of a teacher, in particular Professor McGonagall."
"They pushed me."
"I don't care if they used the Imperius Curse on you." Snape growled. "You will learn to control your emotions. You will now be resuming your Occlumency lessons with me on Wednesday nights, exceptions only being if Dumbledore reserves this day with you."
"I can't do Occlumency, lessons with Dumbledore, Quidditch Practice, and homework!" Harry gaped at his professor. "I'm barely able to survive as it is!"
"I don't really care." Snape told him silkily. "You clearly haven't learned to control your temper and until that time as to when you can you will remain under my Occlumency tutalege. Understood?"
"Fine."
"And I am giving you another week's worth of detentions as I hardly think one is enough."
"Professor!" Harry gasped, partially angry, partially stunned.
"And I am taking another ten points from Slytherin." Snape drawled. "And another Hogsmeade visit. I think that should suffice as punishment. Get out."
Furious, Harry stormed from the man's office and ran straight into Theodore right outside the door. It took a moment to recover from running into him and another to realize he couldn't stand looking at the other boy without feeling a hot prickling sensation erupt over his face. He started to walk down the hall, very much aware of Theodore following him.
"Harry..." Theo started, but Harry walked faster. "Harry!"
"Don't talk to me!" Harry spat. "I'm mad at you."
"Didn't need you to tell me that." Theodore sighed. "Need to talk though."
"Another time." Harry growled. "I can't even...I don't...there's no way I could talk to you right now."
He heard Theo halt, but he didn't look back. The tears were in his eyes and his face was red and the last thing he wanted was for Theodore to see him like this.
That night, he had the first nightmare he'd had in months.
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