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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES
Chapter 29 – Changes (part 1)
Harry quickly entered the toilet on the second floor, already zipping his pants. He drank a lot of pumpkin juice during lunch. And on Potions they had to stir the potion four times then pour some of it from high into the cauldron. That turned out to be quite a torture, making him almost wet himself. He could barely hold it until the first toilet stall.
Reaching the place at the last minute, his knees shook as he relieved himself. He let out a lout moan.
A few boys laughed and looked out of the other toilet booths to see who enjoyed pissing so much.
From the cabin next to his came the sound of shouting and screaming. Suspiciously yellow drops tinted the wall that separated the booths. Harry grinned. A third year Ravenclaw boy ran out of the toilet looking pale with wet trousers. Harry zipped up his jeans and walked to the other toilet stall then shook his head.
"Myrtle…" The head of the ghost was in the toilet.
"Watch out or I'll bite it off!"
"You've changed. What happened?"
"Nowadays even ghosts aren't the same." The girl sighed. "The other day I saw Peeves knocking over a bunch of armors in front of the Bloody Baron then running away without punishment."
Harry shook his head.
"You, who knew the old morals, should show an example to the young ones."
"Dumbledore says the same." Myrtle shrugged and sank back into the toilet.
Remus yawned. Putting his hand in front of his mouth while stretching, he was surprised to see a hairy thing on it. He smiled at his success.
"I see you're making progress." James grinned, standing next to the bed with his wife.
"It's getting better. Sirius?"
"I think he drowned himself in the lake."
Remus looked at Lily. He couldn't really understand how a dead person can kill himself.
"He's… a little pissed, I think." Lily shrugged.
"Why? Did something happen?"
"A lot of things happened. Severus kissed Rowena!"
"W-wow. That explains it…"
"Aren't you going to say anything?"
"What should I say? I don't want your son to be mad at me again for meddling in Rowena's and Severus's affairs."
He saw James opening his mouth to say something then closing it.
"Does Harry know?"
"Yes, he saw them…"
"And was he pissed?"
"Not at all. He seemed happy for them." Lily answered.
"So that's why Sirius is pouting?"
"Probably…"
"James, you have no idea about how he feels. I think it's just that…" The woman turned to Lupin. "…even he's not sure about his own feelings. He doesn't know what he feels for Rowena, if he feels anything at all… And he might be afraid for her. "
"Afraid?"
"Of course. He disappointed her. He's afraid that Severus will cause her pain too…"
"I think Sirius thinks too much about this." Remus stated. "He didn't have feelings for her for a long time. He didn't even say a word about her these past two years until she showed up. He's just thinking about the 'what if's… Rowena is a grown woman who can take care of herself. And she can decide what to do or not…"
"I'm going to visit Graham! I'm going to be with my darling!" Ginny screamed while running up to Harry, hugging him.
"What? How?"
"Come!" She dragged the boy to one corner of the common room. After sitting down, she continued. "I can spend Christmas at his place! Isn't it great?!"
"And your parents? Did they give you permission?"
"It's a long story. I've been planning this for a while now. It started…" She stopped when two second year girls passed them. "So. Mom got a letter from Graham's mother saying that they'd like to have me over again. Because I was such a good girl last time… And she asked if I could go there during the winter holiday, since Graham will be home too. Then Mom wrote me asking what I think about it. And I sent a letter back on the same day saying that I'd love to and she wrote to them. So it's all settled."
"Cool. So you leave me here for Christmas too?"
Ginny held Harry's face with both hands and kissed his forehead.
"You'll be fine without me." She winked.
"Great!" Professor Flitwick said. "All of your candles are lit? None gone out?This room is a bit windy today… Good! Now concentrate on the person you want to make prettier with this charm. And don't forget: no wands!"
Ron frowned and closed his eyes. It was hard to concentrate on anyone because the Quidditch practice that was canceled yesterday was irritating him. Another evening they had to miss because of the Slytherin. And he didn't understand why Harry let the Ravenclaw practice in their time. Lately these two houses practiced only, making no room for the other two. He knew that the match coming soon made it necessary for those two teams to practice more, but he still found in unfair that Harry let them.
However, he had to concentrate, because they will get a mark on their performance in Charms today. He cleared his mind, or at least tried, and pictured Hermione's face. From time to time he looked at her just to make sure.
"Don't expect anything to happen after saying the first line. Repeat it over and over again."
Harry looked at his pink candle burning and smiled.
He used so many of these charms since he started protecting his loved ones. He wished happiness and bravery for Ginny, love for his two best friends, health for Remus… Even the Dursleys received some protection. If only they knew that a spell was watching over them… they'd die at the spot.
After so much practice, it wasn't a surprise that he became Flitwick's favorite along with Hermione. He performed the new spells first in class almost all the times. His classmates were fascinated and often asked for his help.
He was calm knowing that this was a much simpler spell than the ones he used to do. There can be no problems. He knew that he could use the spell on more than one person at once. While the others murmured the lines he gathered his energy.
It was like a beautiful music in his ear…
"Just believe in making them more beautiful…"
He wished that Marie would think of him too. He wanted her to feel how much he missed her. But he was afraid that the spell would reach her when she was with others. They would be scared and hysteric. So he threw a kiss in his mind and turned his attention to his targets.
"Then it can be possible…"
The music became louder. It sounded like an old music box and the melody made it easier to concentrate.
"If you believe then everything is possible…"
He turn to the ceiling with his eyed closed, not knowing that Professor Flitwick was watching him.
"Moonlight, sunshine, let the wind take you…" Harry started and felt the light breeze on his skin and in his ears. "May the light fly to them…!"
He smiled, feeling his energy fly up and go to the people he choose.
"… sunshine, let the wind take you…" He sighed.
The sound in his ears became louder while the faces of his loved ones flashed before his eyes. A bright circle appeared around then on the floor. Professor Dareling was standing in the staff room, near the window looking at Snape when a green circle lit up at her feet. The light breeze moved her clothes. She looked at the odd light that looked like a slice of orange. Snape recognized the symbol after a few moments. Ginny was so startled that she started screaming making the unicorn that was next to her run away. Hermione couldn't concentrate on the charm because of the feeling the spell caused, and almost knocked the candles over. Ron brightened, thinking that his spell worked at last, be when he saw that the circle around the girl was the same green color that was coming from Harry's irises he was disappointed.
Harry's eyes shined for a moment longer. Professor Flitwick leaned over his desk to watch and his classmates were looking at him like he was the World's Eight Wonder.
He found that the feeling this gave him was one of ecstasy. He was sweaty all over with his heart beating a mile an hour while gasping for air. His face showed happiness and bliss. A satisfied but shy smile appeared on his face while trying to hide from the curious gazes.
"Come on, concentrate on your own task!" The professor said. He wrote something in his book all the while looking at Harry then turned to the other students. He watched them, but found that none of them, not even Hermione, figured out how to do the spell.
But Harry wasn't only good at Charms. He was very successful on McGonagall's lessons too. Hermione was a little irritated. Not because of jealousy, more like the sudden change that she wasn't the best in everything anymore. And while she studied that much out of duty, Harry did it for fun. Turning the color of his eyes and hair became so natural that he could become a magical hairdresser anytime. The girl shared her problem with Hagrid who then invited Harry for tea one afternoon.
"It's not fair, what you're saying, Hagrid." The boy sipped from his drink. "I'm not good to be better than Hermione. It's insulting that you're thinking of me like that…" He said quietly, a bit disappointed. "Just because she was the best at everything she doesn't have to be rude now that I am good at something too. Does she want me to hold back?!"
"You can say whatever you want, but she thinks you're only showing off…"
"What? Me? Showing off? She's one to say!" Harry spitted. He slammed his cup down. "She was the best for years, the favorite of the teachers. Always raising her hand. And I'm the show off?"
"Well, Harry…"
"No, Hagrid, I'm sorry! I'm not going to hide in the last row so she can be in the spotlight again. Please understand that I can't! I learn things that interest me at least, things that I can do without much effort! Now I don't have to copy Hermione's homework, because I understand them! And I started to enjoy it! Can't you understand, Hagrid? Everything was a bother but now I've changed. Maybe I'm starting to find my place in both worlds. And it's good! Why… why can't she understand this?"
"They got bad marks on Charms because of you. Do you know when the last time that happened to Hermione was?
"It's not my fault that they couldn't concentrate."
"They were disturbed by your spell. But it's not the matter. You overachieved. They are angry because it turned out that you used the spell on two other people too. It seems to me that you were showing off."
"And?! I could do it because I practiced and used more powerful spells before!"
Harry stopped realizing what he just said.
"Whatever." He continued to divert the giant's attention. "Hagrid, we're not kids anymore. We've grown out of the ages when she was the clever, I'm the brave and Ron the funny… When we grow up we have to be strong to fight for a good cause. I'm sorry that Hermione sees me as a rival. But if that's the case then she should learn more to be better than me. I would do that…"
"Hermione doesn't want to compete with you."
"Then she should accept that she can't be the best at everything." Harry murmured, starting to lose his patience. "Pretty girl, clever girl, the favorite of the teachers, prefect…"
Hagrid lifted an eyebrow and looked at the boy.
"So you're still angry about not becoming the prefect?"
Harry didn't say anything looking around, arranging his robes.
"So that's the case."
"I deserve it more than, let's say, Ron!"
"Don't be jealous of Ron! A real friend doesn't do that!" The giant said quietly.
"I got over the fact that Dumbledore didn't think I was suitable. He didn't trust me. After all I went through and how much I proved my loyalty. It was a real backstabbing."
"And you're trying to prove how bad that decision was."
"Yes."
"No one is always right, Harry. You get ahead of others by admitting your mistakes."
However, the boy only gripped his trousers. Why was Hagrid lecturing him? Why is it so hard for him to understand?
For years, he would have given his scar and the horrible things he lived through and the fame to anyone. Now that he's growing up he's starting to understand what he has to do and now they think he's showing off. That's a really grateful thing to do.
"I'd better go, Hagrid." He stood up. "I don't want you to be mad at me too."
He walked to the door but looked back before leaving.
"You know, I thought at least you would understand me. You were the one to bring me here. We were in all sorts of adventures, always came out to you, and even attended to your brother… It's not our fault that he escaped… Whatever happened, you always believed me and stood up for me. In second year, in forth year, when everyone turned against me… I don't know what changed now."
"Maybe you've changed too fast, Harry." Remus sighed. Harry went to him next. "And it's so unusual for the others."
"Tell me… when you attended this school… with Dad and Sirius… Did you think of each other as rivals? You were a very bright student! Even so, everyone says that Dad and Sirius were the best at everything. Were you never mad at each other?"
"No." Remus smiled. "We studied together to succeed."
"But why isn't this working for us?"
"Wait…"
"It's not fair!"
"Wait." Remus sat down in front of him, with a smile on his face. He held the boy's nervously shaking hands and looked into his eyes. "You have to be patient. You have to be happy for the other's success. But if you don't appreciate their achievements, whether it's Quidditch, prefect things or study related, then don't expect them to praise you."
Harry slumped down.
"I hate waiting… being patient."
"I know that at this age it's hard." He hugged the boy. "You're all stupid and stubborn, and the tiniest thing can make you angry… This will fade away in time."
Harry didn't say anything as he listened to the comforting words. The man's quiet chuckle turned his attention back to the present.
"You look so happy nowadays. Did something happen?"
"Tonks is coming."
"That explains it." Harry grinned then turned sad again. "Everyone can be with the person they love except me…"
"Well, invite her over for Christmas."
Harry jumped up from the chair.
"Is it allowed? Can I really invite a Muggle here?"
"The students can invite their parents and relatives even if they are Muggles. Even the Dursleys could visit you when you're sick. So I think Marie can come too. Naturally, you have to ask for permission from Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall… And just this once you should use your advantage that the Headmaster lets you do more things than others. It would make your Christmas better."
"But…" Harry fell back into lethargy. "What happens when she finds out what I am? All summer…" He swallowed. "…I lied to her."
"Well, it won't be easy to explain. And a lot of people would advise you to keep her ignorant to this, but… if you feel so strongly for each other, it would be better to clean things up. For her safety too."
"You're right… You know what? I'm going to the library!"
"Why?"
"To see if it's really allowed. To be prepared if they want to reject the idea. I don't want to be easily fooled." He grinned and ran out not even stopping before reaching the door of the library.
Hello everyone,
It's been a while since the last update and I'm home alone, being sick… (what a nice last day of the year this is. Now I can't go to watch the fireworks or drink champagne.)
Never mind. I wanted to post this chapter on Christmas day, but got delayed by relatives and friends. However, I decided to upload at least one chapter each month so here's December's update.
Part two will be up soon (probably), because I'm stuck in bed and also studying for exams.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY DEAR READERS!
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