Title: Musings of A Tired Mind
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: El-Gilliath, my beta!
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Mythistice: Thanks so much for reviewing..it means so much for a writer to know that s/he has fans out there that enjoy their work!
Harmoni: Everything will be revealed! I can't ruin it now, it would give away the surprise, but don't worry, things will clear up... but more questions will be asked....
Jinx: Thanks for sticking by... ahh... shoot me for taking forever! ^^;; But I even have the plan for the next chapter ready... so no more tapping of the foot! I didn't skip the beta this time, and I had her check chapter 7, so the newly beta-ed chapter 7 should be up now!
Mercyangel: Thanks! ^_^ I bet that's something that everyone is wondering right now, though... you never know, you might hate her some more..yet love her later. You'll never know until you read!
Maira: I appreciate your review so much! It was wonderful to know that you stuck with my story even though you weren't to sure about it. I also love Draco and Harry as a couple... but I won't say anymore about them! Its great to have a new fan, especially one that put up with my OOC character... which... shh... but there will be more coming.... I really tried hard for Sohrae not to ruin the story... and I hope she hasn't so far...
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Chapter Nine: In which there is anger, stupidity, more anger, and finally, a serious situation
"Where is he?!" Sohrae was agitated. Extremely agitated as she stood outside the doors into Hogwarts. Hermione stood with her, a scowl set on her face. The scowl, however, was not directed to the barely-contained ball of pissed-off energy, known as Sohrae. It was directed to the man in question: Harry Potter.
"HE. IS. LATE," Sohrae growled as she paced back and forth along the path to Hogsmead. Today was her date. Her big date with Harry!
Yes, Harry. Adorable little innocent Harry who took twenty minutes to be persuaded into going on a date with her, and only because it was more of a 'friendly date.'
Sohrae smiled to herself. 'Friendly date,' yeah right. This was a full- fledged pick-me-up-take-me-out-goodnight-kiss date. Even if Harry thought of it more as a friend thing. Well! Sohrae puffed out her chest. She'll just have to prove him wrong.
Hermione glared at the entryway. Harry was going to pay. No man is allowed to stand any girl up! Especially Harry Potter! Who would have thought he had the balls to do something so insensitive. He deserved a...a...a kick in the balls! She huffed and glared harder.
The doors burst open and Ron came running and panting, out. "I found him!" he cried happily. Hermione and Sohrae had threatened him at wand point to go find Harry. He had obliged. "Come with me."
Sohrae growled in annoyance but did as told and followed Ron inside, flocked by Hermione, who looked like she could kill.
"I was running all over, looking in all the places he could have been: the common room, the girls bathroom, the DADA room, ya know, but, I couldn't find him anywhere! Finally I remembered the Maurder's Map!" He beamed and waited for Hermione to smile and say 'How clever! I completely forgot about it too!' but she was still glaring daggers.
"Uhh..so," he cleared his throat, "I checked it out and it showed him to be in the library. I was a bit confused, because I had just come from there, but I went back anyways. It turns out, well, you have to see for yourself."
Ron opened the doors to the library and gestured for Sohrae and Hermione to enter. They looked around for Harry, but caught no sight of him.
"Well?" demanded Sohrae.
Hermione gave Ron a calculated look trying to figure out what he was playing at. It then clicked and she let out a gasp. Ron smiled, knowing that she figured it out.
"Which table?" asked Hermione.
"I'll show you." Ron lead them to one of the tables in the corner and stood behind a chair. He put his finger to his lips, indicating the girls to be quiet, then reached down. He clasped something in his hands, though Sohrae saw nothing, and gently lifted it up.
Harry was sound asleep on top of his books, which were sprawled out all around him. He had a piece of parchment wedged between his cheek and the table top, his quill in hand. Black ruffled hair covered his scar as long eyelashes tickled his cheek. Small breaths came from him, fluttering his bangs in a whirling dance. The picture perfect angel was slightly ruined by his eyebrows, which furred together, displacing a happy dream.
All in all he looked so precious that Sohrae temporarily forgot her anger. She smiled. Seeing Harry asleep was worth not going on the date. Almost. He still had to make it up to her.
Harry's face became peaceful as his dream took a different turn. He whispered happily in his dream and smiled. Hermione leaned closely to hear what he was saying and almost let out a little gasp. He didn't..did he? No way. She leaned in again, but heard nothing except for a strangled moan that was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Sohrae's good mood went away in a flash. Harry had just..just..urhhh! And she could feel that he wasn't dreaming about her! Hermione and Ron glanced to Harry then to Sohrae who had just growled audibly. They then looked to the door where Draco had entered. He looked around as if feeling eyes on him. He then spotted Ron and Hermione, clearly ignoring Sohrae, and waltzed over, tossed them each a small bag, then sat down.
Hermione genuinely smiled and opened her parcel. She looked delighted at the bags contents and urged Ron to open his. He looked grave for a moment and slowly opened the bag, expecting it to contain some sort of putrid waste. His features lit up when his bag contained the same as Hermione's: candy. They both graciously thanked Draco, though Ron with a smile and Hermione with a hug.
Sohrae glared at Draco and then at Ron as he offered her a piece.
"Oh, excuse me," Draco said, noticing Sohrae's look. He then looked over his robe and plucked a piece of lint off, holding it to Sohrae. "Here you go then."
She turned red in the face.
He smiled.
She glowered.
He smirked. "I happened to be in Hogsmead, getting gifts for my friends, when I noticed certain persons to be missing." His eyes lingered on Sohrae. "So sad that Harry ditched you, huh? I knew he had some taste." He turned his attention to Harry. "Poor boy. Can't even sleep peacefully with the knowledge of having to put himself through a horrible date with you." Draco looked up to Sohrae through his bangs. He clutched Sohrae's wrist in his hand as it came flying at him. She looked even more perturbed, seeing as how she couldn't even smack him.
He twisted her wrist a bit before he let go, and she clutched her wrist to her chest and glared [which she had been doing a lot of today] venomously at Draco. She would definitely make him pay.
"Hey Hermione," he said, continuing to stare at Sohrae. "I have some books that you would find interesting. They're about a race called Feurlocks."
"Um..O.K."
Sohrae had blanched upon the selected reading. Draco had been reading about her race? How much did he already know? Well, it didn't matter anyways. All Wizard written books were wrong when it came to Feurlocks. The only book out there, which was written by a Feurlock, was presently extremely rare, seeing as how it was written over 300 years ago. And besides, there were only four copies made. Draco couldn't possibly have...
"...Sanctum is what it's called. Was written by an actual Feurlock. Useful reading."
Oh crap.
Draco stood from the table. "I'll be going now. Bye Ron, Hermione." He smirked. "Bye Harry."
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Hermione watched the retreating Draco. "I wonder why he's pushing new reading material at me." She cocked her head to the left, in confusion. "He's usually taking them away."
Rom smiled at Hermione's remark, but hid it behind his hand. Still standing behind Harry, he prodded the black-haired covered skill and got immediate results.
Harry jumped to attention, his papers scattering and quill flying from his fingers.
"Wha- What? What happened?" he asked, then pulled off a piece of parchment that had been sticking to his cheek.
Sohrae crept up behind him, using the stealth of a cat to go unnoticed.
"Oh, nothing, Harry darling," the words dripping from her mouth. "You just slept through out date."
"Date...?" Harry asked hesitantly, afraid to turn around; insert sweat drop here.
"Yes, date."
Quelling his inner-shaking he turned around to face Sohrae and managed a high-pitched 'sorry', that came out more as a squeak then a word, before he bolted to the door.
Sohrae, who's eyes seemed to have turned black and seemed to have steam blowing from her ears, took off after Harry, wielding an object that highly resembled a mallet.
Ron turned to Hermione. "Figure we should go save him?"
Hermione, however, was staring intently into outer space.
"Books, books, books," Ron heard her mutter as he took his cue to evacuate the library in hopes of saving Harry.
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A group of second-year girls screamed in panic as they were thrown to the sides of the hall by a running Harry Potter, who looked to be running for his life. They screamed again as an equally terrifying Sohrae Gandillon came thundering through their group again. And was that fire surrounding her? one girl questioned herself, and came to a 'yes' as she witnessed her friends pass out, holding her singed hair in front of her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!" Harry chanted as he flew down the hallway. A mad Sohrae is much creepier than a mad Hermione, he put together. At least Hermione didn't chase him with objects that could bruise. Oh, but wait. What about that one time where he had asked what 'her period' was in front of the whole common room? She did sort of resemble Sohrae, in her creepy-demon-I-somehow-have-fire-blazing-around-me when she chased him with a sword that had materialized out of nowhere...
But what had he done to tick off Sohrae??
Harry was cut short of his memories when he tripped over a prone first- year [annoying little buggers, yet always there at the right time] who happened to be lying in the middle of the hall, tracing himself with a piece of chalk.
Harry flipped his head to look in Sohrae's incoming direction before letting out a horribly unmanly scream.
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Ron waltz down the hallway in the direction he was pretty sure Harry took. He walked while whistling a tune, a bounce in his step, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stopped short when he came along a third-year girl lying down in the hallway, a look of horror etched on her face.
"Hey you," he said as he squatted down next to her and prodded her head. She didn't, however, give him his desired effect as Harry had done, and lay still staring at her burnt hair.
Ron tried again. "Hey you," he said, using two fingers to poke her this time.
"Heather!" another blond third-year called, running to her friend's side, flocked by a group of more third-years. "We found a hair treatment spell," the blond said happily. "Oh, Heather, your hair will be fine!"
This seemed to snap Heather out of her gaze and she sat up, dropping her charred hair. "Really?"
"Oh yes!" said the blond. She turned to look at her other third-year comrades. "Heather, the book!" she said.
A petite redhead stepped from the crowd, book in hand. "Here you go, Heather," she said, handing the book to the blond.
"Thanks, Heather," the blond smiled, then opened the book. "On the count of three."
The crowd drew their wands.
Ron watched in confusion. Who was Heather?
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
Sparks flew.
Heather, who had been sitting on the floor screamed, her body covered in hair.
Ron cringed as he backed away from the now angry mob. The third-years turned to each other, and Ron could of sworn her heard yells of 'It was your fault, Heather!' 'No, yours Heather!' 'It was that Heather!' 'No, that Heather!' as he walked away. [1]
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Draco stopped mid stride, his senses tingling. Had someone just let out an ear piercing scream of dire agony?
Yes, yes. There it goes again.
He stilled his breathing and carefully listened to it echo through the halls.
Certainly not a female, though it was high enough to be. Nope, most definitely male. But not young. A fifth of sixth-year student. With a voice between deep and high. A high voice would scream much higher, and a deep voice incapable of going that high. Also medium height. Semi short. Not too tall, but not too small.
Hm. Also wasn't a blond. Blonds just don't scream. He knew from experience.
And it wasn't a Weasley-girly scream. He had heard many of those before. So it wasn't a redhead.
So. A brunette. A fifth or sixth-year brunette. That wasn't horribly short, but wasn't horribly tall. And didn't have too low a voice, or too high. That left...
Draco snapped to attention and ran as fast as he could in the screamer's direction.
...Harry!
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Ron came across a first-year, boy this time, who was horribly squished to the ground.
"Hey you," Ron said.
The boy groaned in response, then lifted himself off the floor.
"You seen Harry Potter around?" Ron continued.
The boy nodded and picked up his piece of chalk that had somehow come out unharmed.
"Which way did he go?" Ron inquired.
The boy pointed down the hall and to the right.
"Thanks mate," Ron said and was about to walk away when he stopped. "Say, why did you outline your body on the floor?" he asked.
"Crime scene," the boy replied.
"Crime scene?"
"It's my turn to die," the boy stated, huffing with pride.
"To die?"
"Yup. Then my friends have to figure out my cause of death with the clues I leave them."
"Oh."
"Yeah!"
"Sounds....festive."
"Oh it is! It is!"
"Right then, bye." Ron walked away.
"Bye!" the boy waved.
"Muggle games...." Ron muttered.
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Harry ran panting down the corridor. Doesn't ::huff:: Sohrae ::pant:: ever ::wheeze:: get ::cough:: tired?! ::gasp::
Said girl was still ablaze with the mallet raised above her head. "Get back here Harry and apologize!!!!"
"Gah!" Harry responded and ran faster. He couldn't take much more of this...
As Harry rounded the corner he sent out a silent plea. Chance be with him, for Draco appeared running his way at the end of the hall.
"Draco!!" Harry cried out in relief. "Save me!!" he yelled as he neared Draco.
Draco in turn held out his arms to be glomped by Harry seconds later. Harry threw himself into this opening shelter and latched onto Draco. He turned around to Sohrae, who slowed to a walk, only to yelp in fear and hold tighter to Draco when she seemed to grow angrier.
Draco and Sohrae stood ten paces away from each other, glaring with anger mutually written on their faces. Harry looked back and forth between the two. What should he do?
A wave of pain shot through his body and he wobbled on his knees. Draco instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around Harry, holding him close against his chest, mistaking Harry's wobbling for fear. He continued his silent glaring with Sohrae.
"Incendium totallus!" Sohrae screamed at the same time as Draco called out "Borrire Defendere!"
It seemed to be too hot for Harry all of a sudden as his body shot with pain.
Draco quickly casted shield deflected Sohrae's bone-burning fire, which flew right back at her. She quickly leapt to the side, her own spell missing her by inches. By the time she stood in her fighting stance, lightening bolts were clutched in her hands and were released at Draco upon her quick command.
They too, rebounded off his shield, reflecting back at Sohrae, who, in turn, called up her own shield, her lightening bolts jumping off.
They flew back and forth between Sohrae and Draco until they bounced up and ricochet off the spell-protected walls of the school to fly down the corridor. Student of all ages had gathered around the two to watch almost spell bound as Draco and Sohrae dueled.
They jumped sideways in hopes of dodging the bolts, some lucky, others getting burned by the highly charged electric waves. Their neighbors around them were quick to partially heal their fellow students, or at least ease the pain as they helped those-hurt to the hospital wing.
Harry teetered in Draco's arms, his body on fire. Draco looked down, concerned, but not loosing his concentration on his shield. Harry was flushed and burning hot.
"Wha-" Draco began, but Harry gasped, arching against his chest.
His veins felt like they were going to burst and it felt like acid was burning away at his flesh where Draco's arms held him. Everywhere hurt, but one point in particular shot through his body, preventing him from breathing...
"...My heart!" Harry cried out, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he collapsed into Draco's arms.
"HARRY!"
~End of Chapter Nine! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All
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Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: El-Gilliath, my beta!
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Mythistice: Thanks so much for reviewing..it means so much for a writer to know that s/he has fans out there that enjoy their work!
Harmoni: Everything will be revealed! I can't ruin it now, it would give away the surprise, but don't worry, things will clear up... but more questions will be asked....
Jinx: Thanks for sticking by... ahh... shoot me for taking forever! ^^;; But I even have the plan for the next chapter ready... so no more tapping of the foot! I didn't skip the beta this time, and I had her check chapter 7, so the newly beta-ed chapter 7 should be up now!
Mercyangel: Thanks! ^_^ I bet that's something that everyone is wondering right now, though... you never know, you might hate her some more..yet love her later. You'll never know until you read!
Maira: I appreciate your review so much! It was wonderful to know that you stuck with my story even though you weren't to sure about it. I also love Draco and Harry as a couple... but I won't say anymore about them! Its great to have a new fan, especially one that put up with my OOC character... which... shh... but there will be more coming.... I really tried hard for Sohrae not to ruin the story... and I hope she hasn't so far...
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Chapter Nine: In which there is anger, stupidity, more anger, and finally, a serious situation
"Where is he?!" Sohrae was agitated. Extremely agitated as she stood outside the doors into Hogwarts. Hermione stood with her, a scowl set on her face. The scowl, however, was not directed to the barely-contained ball of pissed-off energy, known as Sohrae. It was directed to the man in question: Harry Potter.
"HE. IS. LATE," Sohrae growled as she paced back and forth along the path to Hogsmead. Today was her date. Her big date with Harry!
Yes, Harry. Adorable little innocent Harry who took twenty minutes to be persuaded into going on a date with her, and only because it was more of a 'friendly date.'
Sohrae smiled to herself. 'Friendly date,' yeah right. This was a full- fledged pick-me-up-take-me-out-goodnight-kiss date. Even if Harry thought of it more as a friend thing. Well! Sohrae puffed out her chest. She'll just have to prove him wrong.
Hermione glared at the entryway. Harry was going to pay. No man is allowed to stand any girl up! Especially Harry Potter! Who would have thought he had the balls to do something so insensitive. He deserved a...a...a kick in the balls! She huffed and glared harder.
The doors burst open and Ron came running and panting, out. "I found him!" he cried happily. Hermione and Sohrae had threatened him at wand point to go find Harry. He had obliged. "Come with me."
Sohrae growled in annoyance but did as told and followed Ron inside, flocked by Hermione, who looked like she could kill.
"I was running all over, looking in all the places he could have been: the common room, the girls bathroom, the DADA room, ya know, but, I couldn't find him anywhere! Finally I remembered the Maurder's Map!" He beamed and waited for Hermione to smile and say 'How clever! I completely forgot about it too!' but she was still glaring daggers.
"Uhh..so," he cleared his throat, "I checked it out and it showed him to be in the library. I was a bit confused, because I had just come from there, but I went back anyways. It turns out, well, you have to see for yourself."
Ron opened the doors to the library and gestured for Sohrae and Hermione to enter. They looked around for Harry, but caught no sight of him.
"Well?" demanded Sohrae.
Hermione gave Ron a calculated look trying to figure out what he was playing at. It then clicked and she let out a gasp. Ron smiled, knowing that she figured it out.
"Which table?" asked Hermione.
"I'll show you." Ron lead them to one of the tables in the corner and stood behind a chair. He put his finger to his lips, indicating the girls to be quiet, then reached down. He clasped something in his hands, though Sohrae saw nothing, and gently lifted it up.
Harry was sound asleep on top of his books, which were sprawled out all around him. He had a piece of parchment wedged between his cheek and the table top, his quill in hand. Black ruffled hair covered his scar as long eyelashes tickled his cheek. Small breaths came from him, fluttering his bangs in a whirling dance. The picture perfect angel was slightly ruined by his eyebrows, which furred together, displacing a happy dream.
All in all he looked so precious that Sohrae temporarily forgot her anger. She smiled. Seeing Harry asleep was worth not going on the date. Almost. He still had to make it up to her.
Harry's face became peaceful as his dream took a different turn. He whispered happily in his dream and smiled. Hermione leaned closely to hear what he was saying and almost let out a little gasp. He didn't..did he? No way. She leaned in again, but heard nothing except for a strangled moan that was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Sohrae's good mood went away in a flash. Harry had just..just..urhhh! And she could feel that he wasn't dreaming about her! Hermione and Ron glanced to Harry then to Sohrae who had just growled audibly. They then looked to the door where Draco had entered. He looked around as if feeling eyes on him. He then spotted Ron and Hermione, clearly ignoring Sohrae, and waltzed over, tossed them each a small bag, then sat down.
Hermione genuinely smiled and opened her parcel. She looked delighted at the bags contents and urged Ron to open his. He looked grave for a moment and slowly opened the bag, expecting it to contain some sort of putrid waste. His features lit up when his bag contained the same as Hermione's: candy. They both graciously thanked Draco, though Ron with a smile and Hermione with a hug.
Sohrae glared at Draco and then at Ron as he offered her a piece.
"Oh, excuse me," Draco said, noticing Sohrae's look. He then looked over his robe and plucked a piece of lint off, holding it to Sohrae. "Here you go then."
She turned red in the face.
He smiled.
She glowered.
He smirked. "I happened to be in Hogsmead, getting gifts for my friends, when I noticed certain persons to be missing." His eyes lingered on Sohrae. "So sad that Harry ditched you, huh? I knew he had some taste." He turned his attention to Harry. "Poor boy. Can't even sleep peacefully with the knowledge of having to put himself through a horrible date with you." Draco looked up to Sohrae through his bangs. He clutched Sohrae's wrist in his hand as it came flying at him. She looked even more perturbed, seeing as how she couldn't even smack him.
He twisted her wrist a bit before he let go, and she clutched her wrist to her chest and glared [which she had been doing a lot of today] venomously at Draco. She would definitely make him pay.
"Hey Hermione," he said, continuing to stare at Sohrae. "I have some books that you would find interesting. They're about a race called Feurlocks."
"Um..O.K."
Sohrae had blanched upon the selected reading. Draco had been reading about her race? How much did he already know? Well, it didn't matter anyways. All Wizard written books were wrong when it came to Feurlocks. The only book out there, which was written by a Feurlock, was presently extremely rare, seeing as how it was written over 300 years ago. And besides, there were only four copies made. Draco couldn't possibly have...
"...Sanctum is what it's called. Was written by an actual Feurlock. Useful reading."
Oh crap.
Draco stood from the table. "I'll be going now. Bye Ron, Hermione." He smirked. "Bye Harry."
* * *
Hermione watched the retreating Draco. "I wonder why he's pushing new reading material at me." She cocked her head to the left, in confusion. "He's usually taking them away."
Rom smiled at Hermione's remark, but hid it behind his hand. Still standing behind Harry, he prodded the black-haired covered skill and got immediate results.
Harry jumped to attention, his papers scattering and quill flying from his fingers.
"Wha- What? What happened?" he asked, then pulled off a piece of parchment that had been sticking to his cheek.
Sohrae crept up behind him, using the stealth of a cat to go unnoticed.
"Oh, nothing, Harry darling," the words dripping from her mouth. "You just slept through out date."
"Date...?" Harry asked hesitantly, afraid to turn around; insert sweat drop here.
"Yes, date."
Quelling his inner-shaking he turned around to face Sohrae and managed a high-pitched 'sorry', that came out more as a squeak then a word, before he bolted to the door.
Sohrae, who's eyes seemed to have turned black and seemed to have steam blowing from her ears, took off after Harry, wielding an object that highly resembled a mallet.
Ron turned to Hermione. "Figure we should go save him?"
Hermione, however, was staring intently into outer space.
"Books, books, books," Ron heard her mutter as he took his cue to evacuate the library in hopes of saving Harry.
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A group of second-year girls screamed in panic as they were thrown to the sides of the hall by a running Harry Potter, who looked to be running for his life. They screamed again as an equally terrifying Sohrae Gandillon came thundering through their group again. And was that fire surrounding her? one girl questioned herself, and came to a 'yes' as she witnessed her friends pass out, holding her singed hair in front of her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!" Harry chanted as he flew down the hallway. A mad Sohrae is much creepier than a mad Hermione, he put together. At least Hermione didn't chase him with objects that could bruise. Oh, but wait. What about that one time where he had asked what 'her period' was in front of the whole common room? She did sort of resemble Sohrae, in her creepy-demon-I-somehow-have-fire-blazing-around-me when she chased him with a sword that had materialized out of nowhere...
But what had he done to tick off Sohrae??
Harry was cut short of his memories when he tripped over a prone first- year [annoying little buggers, yet always there at the right time] who happened to be lying in the middle of the hall, tracing himself with a piece of chalk.
Harry flipped his head to look in Sohrae's incoming direction before letting out a horribly unmanly scream.
* * *
Ron waltz down the hallway in the direction he was pretty sure Harry took. He walked while whistling a tune, a bounce in his step, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stopped short when he came along a third-year girl lying down in the hallway, a look of horror etched on her face.
"Hey you," he said as he squatted down next to her and prodded her head. She didn't, however, give him his desired effect as Harry had done, and lay still staring at her burnt hair.
Ron tried again. "Hey you," he said, using two fingers to poke her this time.
"Heather!" another blond third-year called, running to her friend's side, flocked by a group of more third-years. "We found a hair treatment spell," the blond said happily. "Oh, Heather, your hair will be fine!"
This seemed to snap Heather out of her gaze and she sat up, dropping her charred hair. "Really?"
"Oh yes!" said the blond. She turned to look at her other third-year comrades. "Heather, the book!" she said.
A petite redhead stepped from the crowd, book in hand. "Here you go, Heather," she said, handing the book to the blond.
"Thanks, Heather," the blond smiled, then opened the book. "On the count of three."
The crowd drew their wands.
Ron watched in confusion. Who was Heather?
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
Sparks flew.
Heather, who had been sitting on the floor screamed, her body covered in hair.
Ron cringed as he backed away from the now angry mob. The third-years turned to each other, and Ron could of sworn her heard yells of 'It was your fault, Heather!' 'No, yours Heather!' 'It was that Heather!' 'No, that Heather!' as he walked away. [1]
* * *
Draco stopped mid stride, his senses tingling. Had someone just let out an ear piercing scream of dire agony?
Yes, yes. There it goes again.
He stilled his breathing and carefully listened to it echo through the halls.
Certainly not a female, though it was high enough to be. Nope, most definitely male. But not young. A fifth of sixth-year student. With a voice between deep and high. A high voice would scream much higher, and a deep voice incapable of going that high. Also medium height. Semi short. Not too tall, but not too small.
Hm. Also wasn't a blond. Blonds just don't scream. He knew from experience.
And it wasn't a Weasley-girly scream. He had heard many of those before. So it wasn't a redhead.
So. A brunette. A fifth or sixth-year brunette. That wasn't horribly short, but wasn't horribly tall. And didn't have too low a voice, or too high. That left...
Draco snapped to attention and ran as fast as he could in the screamer's direction.
...Harry!
* * *
Ron came across a first-year, boy this time, who was horribly squished to the ground.
"Hey you," Ron said.
The boy groaned in response, then lifted himself off the floor.
"You seen Harry Potter around?" Ron continued.
The boy nodded and picked up his piece of chalk that had somehow come out unharmed.
"Which way did he go?" Ron inquired.
The boy pointed down the hall and to the right.
"Thanks mate," Ron said and was about to walk away when he stopped. "Say, why did you outline your body on the floor?" he asked.
"Crime scene," the boy replied.
"Crime scene?"
"It's my turn to die," the boy stated, huffing with pride.
"To die?"
"Yup. Then my friends have to figure out my cause of death with the clues I leave them."
"Oh."
"Yeah!"
"Sounds....festive."
"Oh it is! It is!"
"Right then, bye." Ron walked away.
"Bye!" the boy waved.
"Muggle games...." Ron muttered.
* * *
Harry ran panting down the corridor. Doesn't ::huff:: Sohrae ::pant:: ever ::wheeze:: get ::cough:: tired?! ::gasp::
Said girl was still ablaze with the mallet raised above her head. "Get back here Harry and apologize!!!!"
"Gah!" Harry responded and ran faster. He couldn't take much more of this...
As Harry rounded the corner he sent out a silent plea. Chance be with him, for Draco appeared running his way at the end of the hall.
"Draco!!" Harry cried out in relief. "Save me!!" he yelled as he neared Draco.
Draco in turn held out his arms to be glomped by Harry seconds later. Harry threw himself into this opening shelter and latched onto Draco. He turned around to Sohrae, who slowed to a walk, only to yelp in fear and hold tighter to Draco when she seemed to grow angrier.
Draco and Sohrae stood ten paces away from each other, glaring with anger mutually written on their faces. Harry looked back and forth between the two. What should he do?
A wave of pain shot through his body and he wobbled on his knees. Draco instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around Harry, holding him close against his chest, mistaking Harry's wobbling for fear. He continued his silent glaring with Sohrae.
"Incendium totallus!" Sohrae screamed at the same time as Draco called out "Borrire Defendere!"
It seemed to be too hot for Harry all of a sudden as his body shot with pain.
Draco quickly casted shield deflected Sohrae's bone-burning fire, which flew right back at her. She quickly leapt to the side, her own spell missing her by inches. By the time she stood in her fighting stance, lightening bolts were clutched in her hands and were released at Draco upon her quick command.
They too, rebounded off his shield, reflecting back at Sohrae, who, in turn, called up her own shield, her lightening bolts jumping off.
They flew back and forth between Sohrae and Draco until they bounced up and ricochet off the spell-protected walls of the school to fly down the corridor. Student of all ages had gathered around the two to watch almost spell bound as Draco and Sohrae dueled.
They jumped sideways in hopes of dodging the bolts, some lucky, others getting burned by the highly charged electric waves. Their neighbors around them were quick to partially heal their fellow students, or at least ease the pain as they helped those-hurt to the hospital wing.
Harry teetered in Draco's arms, his body on fire. Draco looked down, concerned, but not loosing his concentration on his shield. Harry was flushed and burning hot.
"Wha-" Draco began, but Harry gasped, arching against his chest.
His veins felt like they were going to burst and it felt like acid was burning away at his flesh where Draco's arms held him. Everywhere hurt, but one point in particular shot through his body, preventing him from breathing...
"...My heart!" Harry cried out, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he collapsed into Draco's arms.
"HARRY!"
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