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Anitra's Dance	By : ceceng Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimers: This whole bazzoka is J.K. Rowling�s. I�m just
messing around, meaning no harm. But Anitra and Mata Hairy are mine.

�Quiddich� for �Quick�

�Oy! What
are you doing around here at this hour of the night?�

A very ugly
man stood suddenly between the young students and Professor Dumbledore�s hidden
corridor. Anitra vaguely remembered seeing this type around, but as she had not
been present at the first sorting ceremony, she had not been among those who
had been reminded to avoid the woods and various parts of the school or else expect
certain death, thus promised by Mr Filch.

GB'>�We just
came from Professor Snape�s detention,� Harry assured him, �we�re not doing
anything wrong.�

�We�ll see
about that, my Sweet, won�t we?� said the ancient man and looked down at what
appeared to be an equally ancient Norwegian Forest cat. The beastie miowed back
at him and then focussed its evil eye on Anitra. She glared back, her eyes as
golden as the cat�s.

�Please, Mr
Filch, we need to see the Headmaster.� Harry was beginning to look desperate.

��Nobody
sees the �Eadmaster at this time of night,� the caricature said in a drawl,
clearly enjoying catching students in a predicament, �it�s not like the good
ol�e days � the rod and the whip... yeeees. So you�re going no further, nooooo.�

Anitra was fresh
of of patience.

�Watch us,�
she said silently in a tone Harry hadn�t heard before. It was the sound of
someone... who was not in the habit of being crossed. And her actions followed
her words as she stepped round the Caretaker and his hissing cat and proceeded
down the corridor, knowing well enough where to search for Dumbledore�s office.

�I�ll be
reporting that!� Filch cried after them.

�Be my
guest,� Anitra murmured, not wasting any more time arguing.

�Licorice
Belch,� Harry said, slightly out of breath from trying to keep up with a very
active girl. But the door didn�t budge.

�What
the... oh, no � did he change it again?�

�Let me...�
Anitra stepped forward and howled at the stone wall:

�OPEN,
YOU DOPE!!!�

And the
doorway sprang open so quickly Harry swore he could almost see droplets of
sweat.

�How..???�

�Something
Dumbledore saw to... now, oh, good. He�s still up.�

�The Mirror of Erised? I�m afraid it is no
longer at Hogwarts, Harry.�

The
Headmaster looked placidly at Harry, who looked rather distraught at the
unfortunate news.

�But...
why, Professor?�

�It was
removed already after former Professor Quirrell�s attempt to obtain the
Philosopher�s Stone,� Dumbledore said, sounding apologetic. �It had no place in
a school anyway.�

�But we
could use it, Professor, - have Anitra stand in front of it and it would show
her who she really is as that is her fondest wish.�

Dumbledore
turned to Anitra, who had remained taciturn so far.

�Is it,
Anitra?�

�What?�

�Your fondest
wish to know who you really are?�

To Harry�s
great surprise, she was hesitating. What the hell was that about?

�It should be,� she said slowly.

�Of course,
it should be,� Harry said incredulously, �what else?�

Dumbledore
continued looking intently at Anitra, who still appeared to be contemplating
the question.

�I want
very much to know who the f.... hell I am. And the paradox of it is... that in
my quest to obtain that goal, I already know this of myself: There is something
that I desire more than this.�

Harry was
too dumbfounded and too busy picking up his jaw from Dumbledore�s carpet to
utter another word.

�And... do
you know what that is?� the professor asked gently.

She sighed.

�Of course
not.�

Dumbledore
got up, walked round his desk to Fawkes, who looked rather under the weather.
Harry guessed its combustion was due anytime.

�Of course,
one might think that whatever you saw in that mirror would serve as another
stepstone for you in your search for your identity. Then again, it might
confuse you further.�

�Where is
the mirror, Professor?� Harry asked, full of youthful impatience and annoyed at
the turn of events.

�I believe Cornelius
Fudge has it in his office,� the Headmaster said in the driest tone Harry had
yet heard him use.

�Oh, that
should boost his selfimportance,� said Harry, matching the wry tone.

�Who�s
Cornelius Budge?�

Harry
laughed at her mistake and promised he would fill her in later.

They left
soon after that, Harry more depressed than Anitra. In an attempt to cheer him
up, she put an arm around his waist and hugged him as they walked.

�Don�t feel
bad. Keep up the good ideas. You�re doing great!�

�Yeah,
great,� Harry said in a hollow voice, though very much enjoying her touch.

�There,
there. What can I do to make you happy?�

Looking
into her deep pools of gold framed by that soft-looking wavy hair, he had a very
clear and wicked idea, but he decided to keep it modest.

�Come with
me to Quiddich practice tomorrow?�

�Delighted.
What�s Quiddich?�

Another
difficult question that was better demonstrated than described.

*

A subtle
gasp.

�Oh, dear,�
Professor Hairy said, flustered, �I�m sure if you try...�

�What the
hell do you think I have been doing these past few days,� Anitra retorted,
unnecessarily sharp, �picking fucking flowers?�

She was
rather proud of the alliteration and rhythm in her swearing, but unfortunately
the professor didn�t share her satisfaction.

�MISS
Anitra � please, I urge you not to use that kind of language here.�

�Okay,
okay,� Anitra raised her hands to still the outraged murmur.

�Kill those
last words. My point is... oh, stuff it, anyway. Listen, what this woman has
been telling you is crap, okay? Electricity does not work by fireflies being stuffed into a very narrow cord.
Machines are not run by tiny little
creatures pushing them around, and pedals alone does not move a car � okay? It needs slightly more than that � an
engine, for one thing, would be a good idea.�

But the
students were no longer listening. Cuz their teacher had fainted dead away and
was lying on the floor, her limbs stiff, and her face extremely pale. Anitra gasped
softly. She had had no idea this particular professor was this sensitive. Or
was she perhaps seriously ill? The students cried and some started whining;
Anitra immediately took charge of the situation.

�You!
What�s your name? Sa Goo Good. Sally, go get Madam Pomfrey and tell her what
happened.�

�Do I tell
her everything you said?�

�NO!
Erm.. just tell her that your teacher had a shock and fainted.�

Sally
scooted off, and Anitra moved closer to the horizontal woman. She checked her
pulse. A little slow. She lifted her
eyelids. No juice. She then rubbed her collar bone to provoke any reaction from
her. No banana. She leaned down to listen to the heartbeat. A bit uneven.

At this
point Madam Pomfrey entered the room with the words:

�Oh, no.
Not again!�

Anitra
straightened. �Again? Is this a habit of hers?�

�Absolutely.
She faints at the slightest emotional stress.� The healer stopped and
administered some foul smelling drops to the fainted woman�s lips. Her eyelids
fluttered, but before her eyes opened completely, Anitra found it wise to the
leave the room, not trusting the patient to remain in vertical position if she
saw her recalcitrant student present.

It wasn�t
until much later that she suddenly understood that she, very expertly, had performed
the main stages of resuscitation.

*

�What did
you do to Professor Hairy?�

Hermione
was looking at her with huge eyes. She, Harry, Ron, Neville and Anitra were on
their way to History of Magic. Anitra was looking forward to a good snooze
there.

�Ermmm ....
you do know that she is teaching crap, right?� Anitra said cautiously.

�Yeah. She
doesn�t know better.�

�Then she�s
ill chosen for her task.�

�I suppose
they can�t find a proper one. It�s like Divination.�

�Divination?�

Hermione
told her about Divination.

�Yeah, I
was usually promised endless family disasters,� Neville said gloomily. �Like I
haven�t had plenty of those.�

�It�s not
that bad,� Ron argued, he and Harry actually having continued it where Hermione
had given it up, but not made it trough OWLs, �particularly not when we could
just lie down during Firenze�s classes.�

�Fi...?�

And that�s
when she thought she saw a centaur pass them in the corridor. She shook her
head. Was she getting a headache again? She was definitely beginning to
hallucinate.

�That was
him � Firenze,� Hermione said as the beautiful palomino creature sailed down
the hallway and out of their sight. Anitra had to remind herself that she had
just identified a minotaur two days previously, so a centaur by the Italian
original name of Florence shouldn�t come as a big surprise.

�And...
he... he�s teaching?� she asked weakly.

�Half of
the time,� Harry said, �A female seer is taking care of the other half.�

�And she
can tell the future?�

GB'>�No,� said
Hermione and Ron in one tongue. Uncharacteristically Harry didn�t join the
choir, and this didn�t escape Anitra�s attention.

They met at
Harry�s Quiddich practice that same evening before supper. When she joined him
there, he was the only one present in the huge field with its towering
construction.

�Wow,� she
awed, �Ho-ly- cow. Why- why is it so high up?�

Harry
grinned with confidence as if he had expected that particular question and took
out his Firebolt with one fluent movement.

She
laughed. �A broomstick? You are
making fun of me, aren�t you?�

Harry shook
his head energetically. �Fancy a ride?�

She shook
her head laughingly, not for one second believing that that thing could lift
itself an inch from the ground. Harry mounted it...

... and
flew. Higher and higher he rose, never hearing that gasp that followed him a
good pace up before Anitra simply had no more air to gasp with. This... was
simply too-fucking- amazing. She saw him dive from an impossible height, she
saw him throw the broomstick around the towers and zig-zag between the wooden
pillars, and she felt the rush of slipstream air when he made a sharp turn and
jettisoned past her. Oh, yes; he was really showing off, this one. She laughed
with delightful mirth and clapped her hands in applause when he landed in her
vicinity.

�That was
soooo fucking amazing,� she thrilled, having found her voice.

�Yeah,�
Harry said, his face flushed with the flight and hot with... the situation.
�You wanna join me?�

�What? On
that?�

�No, aboard
the French concorde,� he joked. She raised an eyebrow. �That�s been decommissioned
for years, you know.�

�This
hasn�t,� he said and motioned her to sit behind him. She climbed it tenderly,
not too sure about the comfort of the narrow stick. Now, if there had been a
cushion or something...

He felt her
warm arms around his waist, felt how she squeezed tight, not feeling too
confident, and last he felt her hot breath right next to his ear, making his
earlobe curl with delight. �Let�s go, Flash Gordon,� she whispered. Oh, Merlin.
This wasn�t perhaps such a good idea! After all, he had to stay focussed and
concentrated up there...

But her hot
breath was soon forgotten as they had lift-off and started flying against the
wind. Anitra howled with excitement and squeezed him more tightly.

Suddenly
she cried out, and for a second Harry thought she might be in trouble until he
realised that she was trying to draw his attention to something underneath them.

�Look!
Down there! Hagrid!�

When Harry
finally managed to make out her speech, he looked down and saw it was indeed
Hagrid underneath them � trying to fence in three minotaurs.

�Oh,
there�s a lost battle,� Harry yelled back.

�What?�

�Can�t
hear you. Let�s land!�

They landed
just in time to greet Harry�s arriving team mates. Ron was grinning at him.

�Taking the
girls out for a ride, Harry?�

Harry
blushed and grinned back.

�Whom
should he take?� Anitra contributed, �boys?�

Harry broke
down with laughter. Now it was Ron�s turn to blush. Not a becoming colour for a
redhead.

Ginny�s
whistle gathered them all together. Since she had been made captain after
Angelina Johnson�s graduation, the team had benefited from a certain holistic
approach. She had managed to gather the players, and she knew how to get what
she wanted without screaming for it. In other words: the Gryffindor Team got
the equanimity it had lacked since Oliver Wood.

The Weasley
girl nodded at Anitra. �How are you, Anitra. Any progress?�

�Yeah �
perhaps,� Anitra said, �I might be a nurse.�

Harry
turned his head rather suddenly. �A nurse?�

Anitra
winced. The scene that led to her realisation about her healing abilities was
one story she didn�t care to spread around too much.

The Quiddich
practice was exciting to watch. Without knowing for sure, of course, Anitra was
certain she had never seen so much speed in her life. Particularly when the Golden
Snitch suddenly connected with Harry�s vision, and he took off to get it.
Everything developed so quickly from that point on that Anitra soon lost track
of him, and so climbed one of the towers to find him again.

The towers
were amazingly tall. the way the wind was tearing her hair and clothes and
making her ice cold to the bone reminded her of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. (Had
she visited that place?).

From this
position, Anitra realised, one could see as far as the continent. Or so it
felt. Harry and the Snitch soon appeared again. It was teasing him, the little
scoundrel. Meanwhile, the Beaters were practising hitting ugly brown balls,
called Bludgers, and one of them came so close to Anitra that she had to duck.
She swore she could hear it mumble angrily as it flew by. She looked at it
accelerate. Well, it would come back at some point, wouldn�t it? She would have
to look out for it and dodge, then. But the Bludger didn�t stop until it, well
outside the field, hit something really hard: One of Hagrid�s minotaurs fell to
the ground with an uncerimonious thud. She winced. So it took a Bludger, did
it? She saw how Hagrid immediately threw himself at the Bludger, caught it in
one hand and threw it away with a vengeance. The ball continued its path and
disappeared into the branches of a huge willow... and ....? Holy Ghost!!!!! Anitra watched in awe as
the Whomping Willow came to life and practically ripped the Bludger apart,
little brown pieces of debris falling to the ground like dirty snowflakes.

�Fuck me,� she whispered, but used
another choice of words as she yelled to the Beaters: �Hey, guys! I�m afraid you just lost one of your Bludgers!�

�Promise?�
one of the Chasers, a very small but lively boy, yelled back with a grin.
�That�s not funny, Creevey,� Ron cried, �how do we get another? McGonagall will
have our faces for this.�

Anitra was
feeling great, relaxed and was even grinning when she dismounted the tower �
and it happened again. The pain this time was so numbing that she fell the
remaining few yards from her position to the ground with her hands clasping her
temples in a futile attempt to claw out the agony.

She never
felt herself hitting the ground. She never sensed people standing over her,
murmuring with concern.

But she did
notice Harry, who, with a hand over his own scar, was trying to soothe her with
the other. That�s when she suddenly realised that something was trying to
intrude. And again � like before � only a tremendous effort of improbable
willpower forced that intruder back and left her mind free.

�Stand
aside, fellas,� Harry said in a low voice, �give her some air.�

Just then
did she realise that she was breathing in gulps. A cool hand stroked her hair,
a finger tracing her waves. Kind, soft green eyes looking at her and demanding
she recover. Who could disappoint those eyes?

Anitra sat
up.

And then
Madam Pomfrey was by her side.

*

TBC

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