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Falling into Destiny	By : Demonic_Host Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Thirty-Three
Students began to clear out of the large room. The sounds of cauldrons scrapping the wood and glass vials clinking together as people prepared to leave was normally a mundane sound. Currently you listened for each and every one as your smaller class headed out. You needed to talk with the head of house, professors Snape, before the end of the day. Getting to him after class seemed like the best solution. At least you knew where he was then and knew that he wouldn’t be in the middle of teaching.
“Professor, do you have a minute?” You approached and asked him politely.
“One,” his word and tone was drawn out, almost musical in a strange way.
“I wanted to talk to you about my bimonthly excursions,” was how you decided to broach what you hoped would be a short discussion.
“What about them?”
“I don’t believe they’ll be necessary for the foreseeable future,” you told him as you adjusted your hold on your cauldron. He made a sound that you took as a mixture of skepticism and interest which was meant to prompt you towards an explanation. “I’ve learned to manage my...condition in a way that should make such trips unnecessary. I just wanted to inform you that I’d like to stop going.”
Snape’s response was simple as he stared at you through those dark eyes of his. You almost felt like he was tickling you with them but it was a passing thought that you mentally pushed away. This quiet exchange which you couldn’t really appreciate for everything that it was went on and repeated for more than a couple heart beats.
What he finally settled on saying was, “I see. I will inform Ms. Zabini about the development.”
You tilted your head quietly as you felt the need to ask: “Why?”
A green eyes with the sentiment of nostalgia and heartbreak made it to your thoughts. Snapes disposition changed into something a little less friendly as confusion took over your face.
“It pertains to her son,” he explained but snapped.
Huh, maybe the eyes and emotions had something to do with that. Considering that the potion’s master seemed suddenly very aggravated you had to wonder why. Did he know that something leaked out of his mind? No other person that you knew could tell when things got across to you unless you told them. And you’d learned the difference between what was spoken and what wasn’t a long time ago.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, breaking eye contact to avoid making him angrier just incase that was the cause. “For all you help with everything.”
You wouldn’t have done nearly as well as you had been doing if it hadn’t been for Professor Snape. He had stepped in and provided a way for you to maintain your energy in an almost ethical manner while you learned how to fend for yourself. Quietly you parted from your head of house as you thought about how you had to remember to thank Zabini too. He had been a big part of it.
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“Whats this?” Blaise asked as he touched the lacquered box you put in front of him.
You smiled and encouraged him to open the gift. It wasn’t his birthday nor was it Christmas so you didn’t blame him for being a little confused. What he found was an entire writing set with three different quills, a couple small bottles of ink in varied colors, and a bunch of pre-sized, bound parchment that was easily detachable from the binding.
“This one is a dictation quill,” you pointed to the raven feather quill.
That particular one would automatically copy down the words from anyone it was set to copy. In your experience it was a life saver, especially in Binn’s class. Of course Blaise would have to reorganize the notes himself as it only spaced out the writing when the person it was dictating from either took a notable pause or used keyword commands associated with it.
“This is a spell-checking quill,” you pointed at the enlarged black and white pheasant quill. “I infused a comfort charm on it so that writing all your homework isn’t such a pain. And this one is a secrecy quill which also has the added comfort charm.”
The last quill was an enchanted porcupine quill. It turned whatever ink the user used into invisible ink once it dried. Of course there was a set of standard Revealers included so that he or his friends could make whatever was written with the quill readable once more without using a specialized charm.
“Why?” He asked instead of admiring what you hoped was a very thoughtful gift.
“To thank you,” you told him honestly with a soft smile on your face. “Without you...getting through the last two years would have been difficult.”
You took a seat beside him. The armchairs in the corner of the common room were nice but you honestly preferred the large couch, mainly because it was next to the fireplace. Sadly, Blaise hadn’t been sitting next to the fireplace when you’d come back from your trip to Hogsmeade. Seeing as you were giving him a gift it would have been strange to ask him to move just so you could be next to the fire.
"You did more for me than you know," you told him quietly so that it wasn't easy to overhear, but not so quietly that people would be curious what you were whispering about. "You didn't have to help me like that...taking the potions...going to the shack twice a month. I know this isn't an equivalent exchange sort of gift but I hope it helps even a fraction of the amount you helped me."
Blaise shrugged casually. "You need it and I enjoy it."
The tense that he used clued you into the fact that perhaps his mother hadn't told him just yet. You shifted your feet as you tried to think of how to tell him what you planned, or rather didn't have planned, with him. The last thing you wanted was to seem ungrateful.
"Just because I needed the help," you made sure to keep using the past tense to hopeful cushion the surprise of what you were going to tell him, "didn't mean you had to do it. I know that Professor Snape is practically perfect at potions but taking all of those potions every month for two years couldn't have been comfortable. On top of all the energy you let me have. But you went through with it each and every time. Even though I don't need you to do that for me anymore, I hope you know that I appreciated it and that I will continue to appreciate what you've done for me for a very, very long time."
"So we're not going out later?" the dark skinned first year asked in confusion.
You shook your head, braided hair swaying behind your back. "Nope. From now on you get to keep all your energy. You're going to need it to get through your own classes and homework; trust me."
"What are you going to do then?"
"My father helped so I've got it figured out now."
You hoped. This year was the trial run but so far so good.
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The Slytherin common room was in full swing the night before the first Quidditch match of the season. After the disastrous Halloween feast from last week, it seemed like a lot of kids wanted to make up for that. Which explained the decadence of the common room at the first given chance. The fire was going, someone in the room had popped open some fizzy drinks to pass around, there were games and bets being made, and all assorted confections going around. You were content to cuddle up on one of the leather sofas with a book. It wasn’t a book from class per say but it may as well have been. You were reading about all of the known ancient magic sites of Great Britain, places that pre-dated Hogwarts by far. It combined history with some of the tales that had been passed down through the ages.
Without any warning, your peaceful reading was disturbed. You looked down at your blanket covered lap to see a very familiar head of platinum hair. Draco had pretty much claimed your lap for his own. All that was missing was a flag.
“I’m bored,” he announced.
His two friends, if they could be called that, looked at the eleven year old wizard in surprise. You rolled your eyes when you realized that Draco looked up at you expectantly. After two months of silence he decided to break that by laying his head in your lap? Not only that but he expected you to entertain him?
“Two months of ignoring me and now you want to talk? Are you sure you want to spend your energy this way?” Hopefully by phrasing it that way you didn’t raise any red flags with those around, like the two other first years that followed him around.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure now would I? Besides — I wasn’t ignoring you,” Draco scuffed. “I’ve been busy with my classes unlike you.”
“What makes you think I haven’t been busy?”
“You’ve been hanging out with half of the Quidditch team,” he pointed out.
“Not the whole team,” was what you returned. “Just Adrian. Darius isn’t on the team. He didn't even want to try out.”
“Good,” Draco said. “The team doesn’t need to be made a fool of. It’s bad enough that other houses are letting just anyone on the team these days.”
It took a minute for you to understand the loathing and jealousy that rolled off of him in waves. You had heard that Harry Potter had been made the Gryffindor’s seeker without even trying out. Apparently he had been appointed by Professor McGonagall herself. Considering the fact that he was a first year and already famous it was kind of a big deal. Especially as the first match was Slytherin vs Gryffindor.
“How did that happen anyways?” You asked him with mild curiosity.
You sat your book down as the two other boys found their own seats on the couch across from you. Draco got shuffled a little bit when you had to reach to put it down on the coffee table. Other than that he settled back into place when you did with no complaint.
“Longbottom dropped something during our first flying lesson. He left with Hooch before he could get it back.”
It was almost amusing that Draco had been forced to take that class considering he’d practically grown up on a broom. You’d finished with it a while ago but you distinctly remember it being really basic. In other words he was likely to get very bored with that class, very quickly.
“Doesn’t explain how Potter was made a seeker.”
“When I picked it up and to put it somewhere less risky than the training grounds, Potter demanded I give it back to him,” the idea had apparently not been something he had liked based on his tone. “He caught it mid toss while on his broom. McGonagall caught him and instead of expelling him like Hooch said would happen, she made him Gryffindor’s Seeker.”
“It would look pretty bad if the school followed through with expelling Harry Potter,” you mused.
Draco scuffed as you started to try and comb through his hair. Unfortunately he’d taken to styling it in a slick back manner. No doubt using one potion or another to keep it in place all day. Which meant that you couldn’t twist your fingers through. It made him laying on your lap a lot less fun for you but oh well.
“It’s insufferable,” Draco remarked grumpily. “I can’t believe Father wanted me to befriend him! Him! He doesn’t know a thing about our world! He’s no better than muggleborn filth.”
“Be nice Draco,” you chided him quietly, continuing to pet the top of his head and relax into the couch. “They can’t help it if they don’t know anything. It’s their ancestor’s fault.”
Draco huffed. He rolled over so that his back was to the other boys. He looked so small this way, curled into you with his robes swallowing him.
“They’re a joke,” the eleven year old complained. “They shouldn’t even be allowed in this school.”
“They have to be taught somewhere,” you said reasonably. “Muggleborns can’t just be left out there all by themselves; they’d expose us and they could hurt a lot of people if they aren’t trained.”
“Psh.”
You and he both dropped the subject. Instead you floated your book back into your hands as Draco continued to lay on your lap. Even when Crabbe and Goyle left to do whatever it was they did when not around Draco, said boy stayed on the couch with you. Every once in a while you explained a part of the book in a whispered voice. He seemed interested enough in it. Right up to the point that he nearly fell asleep. You actually had to wake him up so he could go to bed at that point. Which he hadn’t seemed thrilled about if the nearly silent grumbling was anything to go off of.
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“Woo!” You cheered as the game really got underway.
Your voice wasn’t the only one cheering in the Slytherin section much less all around the stadium. Even though the current generation was smaller than the prior one, the turnout at the Quidditch stand was respectable. It seemed like even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had a good turn out; considering that their houses weren’t playing it was a little unusual. You had a feeling you knew why too. The famous Harry Potter was playing his first match and that had drawn in quite the crowd.
“Go Pucey!” You called out to your fellow 3rd year slytherin.
Adrian Pucey was a Chaser of course. It was perhaps your favored position - they were the ones that actually scored the goals and did things for most of the games. Sure Beaters and Keepers were there too but it was the Chasers that did most of the work. Unfortunately it was Seekers that got the most prestige in the Quidditch circles and it seemed to be no different in Hogwarts.
Not that you could really blame people in Higg’s case. He was pretty nice to look at. Well formed, fair...and a decent enough guy off the pitch. The fifth year seeker hit a lot of good points. He wasn’t a bad seeker either. He’d helped Slytherin win the Cup last year and he would no doubt help in the current year too.
You called out praise for Pucey again and smiled. For the most part the team was upholding their winning streak even though they didn’t always play gently. Honestly you didn’t mind a bit of rough play —- it’s what made sports dangerous and exciting. The fact that there were two balls enchanted to go around and knock people off their brooms or worse should have set the standards. Sadly it seemed like the game got more and more regulated as the years went on. One day you expected that the Bludgers and Beaters might be removed all together. That would be a shame.
Something strange started to happen during the match and it wasn’t caused by the Slytherin team as far as you knew. The Gryffindor’s seeker, Harry Potter, seemed to lose control of the broom. Strange thing was that it looked like there was a thin red magical line constricting around the broom and dangling off towards one of the sides of the stadium. The red magic yanked the broom this way and that. Which was beyond odd. Who would have enough power and ill will to yank a broom around mid air at the school?
The first year almost fell off his broom plenty of times before the red line snapped and faded. A commotion in the teacher’s stand correlated with Potter getting back on his broom. Shortly after that debacle he’d gotten the snitch in an unusual way - with his mouth. It brought the game to an end and not particularly one you were happy with. After all the common room was a lot more fun when your house won a match. Now all you were going to hear was people bemoaning the loss.
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