Chapter 12 : Chapter Eleven: Might Fall Back Down Again
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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Guess what? "The Beetle and the Bard" by J.K. Rowling is being published on December 4th! I'm excited! I've already asked my parents to get me it, hehe. Anyways...um, my birthday is coming up! It's actually during a very busy week because I'm getting my hair cut, having my birthday with my family, having my birthday party which goes for two days, having my friend come to stay with us on the last day of the party for five days, and my little sister's birthday party as well. It's going to be hectic. Oh well, I like chaos. Hehe. Anyways, there is a few swear words in it, nothimg major or anything, and also, it's mainly in Harry's POV but goes into Emily's POV, which you'll obviously know when that happens. So read on, and I hope you enjoy it!
EDIT: Hey all! It is 1:40 in the morning here and I am writing this message to you from my sister's friend's iPod touch, and I have answered all the reviews up to this point on it. It is fun and I am personally amazed that I could do this. Night everybody!
Why did I have to be here? I didn't want to do this! Why couldn't people just understand that?
I paced back and forth as I waited. I just couldn't sit still. Pacing seemed to be all anybody could do. We were all too nervous to stay still. We all knew about the dragons. The dragons we were all going to have to fight.
"Psst! PSST! HARRY!" I heard someone say from outside of the tent. "HEY STUPID!" The person yelled, throwing something hard through the flap and hitting me in the back of the head. "Are you there yet?"
"Emily?" I asked, leaning closer to the canvas edge of the tent.
"Yeah. Good thing I actually hit you because that could've hit anyone! And I don't have the greatest aim on the best of days. Anyways, I came to wish you good luck because I didn't see you at breakfast and yeah," She said, blushing slightly as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "It'll be easy. From what I've heard that you're a good flyer so hopefully everything will go exactly as planned."
"You can't be serious," I told her looking at her like she was bloody mad. "It's a dragon that I'm going up against."
"Good point," She noted before a silence grew between us. She let out a very high-pitched squeal, bursting through the tent to leap into my arms and give me a hug. "I'm so scared for you!"
I took in everything about her. Her beautiful blonde hair that no Veela could match, the way she felt so small yet so strong in my arms, how she always had this faint smell of mangoes to her, the way she would nuzzle into my neck whenever she hugged me - the list could go on and on.
She was one of my best friends - anyone could see that by how we acted around each other and by how often we hung around each other. But there's on thing that no one else knew. I was falling head over heels in love with her.
At first I had thought that I was just really happy to see her because she was one of my best friends. But when I thought about it, I had never felt this way about Hermione. I had kind of felt this way about Cho Chang last year - I mean, sure, she was a very attractive girl but with Emily, those feelings were so much stronger. I knew I loved her.
"Break a leg. Not literally obviously, I just mean good luck and that's the stage way to say it!" She said, giving me one last tight hug. She started to walk away but stopped dead in her tracks, turned around and ran back over to me. She hugged me again and kissed me on the cheek, lingering a little longer than normal.
That was the second time she had done that. And each time she did, it made me melt.
I watched her fleeting form with a smile on my face. I wanted her to know about my feelings so bad, and for her to feel the same way, but I knew she wouldn't. She probably liked someone handsome like Cedric, or someone famous like Krum. Not some daft, awkward bloke like me.
"Champions! Over here! You will be facing a dragon today and for a certain reason. You will be retrieving a golden egg that has been put amongst the dragon's other eggs. It is essential for you to collect this, for it contains the clue to the next task. Now, if everyone will please reach into this bag," Dumbledore said, holding out a large purple bag. Cedric was the first one to reach in.
"Ah, the Swedish Shortsnout," Dumbledore said as Cedric pulled out a small silvery dragon with a little number one tied around it's neck. "You'll be up first." Then it was Krum's turn. He pulled out a scarlet dragon that had golden scales all around its face. "The Chinese Fireball and you will be going third." Fleur reached in and pulled out a green dragon with a number two tied around its neck. That could only mean one thing.
"That leaves the Horntail for me," I whispered to myself.
"What was that?" Dumbledore asked, oblivious to the fact that all the champions had been told about the dragons previously from all different people. Fleur had been told by her headmaster, as Krum had been by his. Hagrid had told me, and then I had passed it along to Cedric, thinking it unfair that everyone but him know about it.
"Nothing," I said as I reached into the bag, knowing it was a hopeless cause. In my hand, I had pulled out a small dragon with black scales, bronze horns and a spiked tail. It had a number four tied around its neck.
Perfect. I had to go last. I've got all this time to think about what could possibly happen if I went out there. Which I would eventually have to do, because there was no way out of this. Oh, and to top it all off, all the other would beat their dragons and when I went out there, I would be toasted while watching Emily go off with Cedric or something, laughing in my face about how pathetic I am. Joy (note the sarcasm).
"Mr. Diggory, we're ready for you," Dumbledore said, the crowd beginning to cheer as soon as we walked out of the champion’s tent.
I wonder what Cedric was feeling as he walked out there. Did he actually want to do this now that it came down to it? I sat there on one of the first aid station beds and waited, my head in my hands. I didn't want to do this! I would do almost anything to get out of this. And some people actually thought I entered myself into this barking mad contest.
"Mr. Potter, you're up next," Dumbledore told me as I walked up to the exit of the tent and the entrance of the stadium.
There were cheers from the stand as I walked out, which shocked me because I didn't know that anyone actually supported me. My eye scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces when I saw Emily there jumping up and down, holding a sign that read "POTTER IS HOTTER!". Did she really think I was hot? She was in all red and hold, and from what it looked like, was screaming her head off. Not literally. That was just an expression. A very odd expression.
I was knocked away from my thoughts by the loud screeching roar of the Horntail.
"SHIT!" I yelled out as I ran out of the way. I hid behind a huge rock and tried to catch my breath as it looked for me.
"Your wand!" Hermione yelled at me from the stands. "HARRY! YOUR WAND!"
Oh yeah...that just might help. "Accio broom!" I yelled with a small flourish of my wand.
Hermione had been helping me until one in the morning, perfecting this spell. It started out horribly; I wasn't able to summon anything from more than a few centimeters away. Then it started getting better and better until I had nailed it.
I saw my broom flying towards me so I took a chance and ran out, jumping onto it, but almost missing. I had to grip the broom tightly to prevent myself from falling off. I flew into the middle, spotting the golden egg in the center of the bundle of eggs and tried to grab it, but failed.
The dragon was chasing after me at full speed, but everything seemed to be going in slow motion. The crowd's cheers and gasps, the dragon's roars, my heartbeat. I tried to grab the golden egg again, but failed once more. I must've tried at least ten more times and failed each one.
This was getting really frustrating. This dragon was vicious! It wouldn't let me go anywhere near the eggs without trying to light me on fire. Which it was doing anyways. I glanced at Emily who had a hopeful look in her eyes, and that gave me all the motivation I needed. I took a deep breath and just headed for it at full speed, Emily's face flashing into my mind. Faster and faster I went until I finally reached the eggs and swiped the gold one up into my hands.
Back in the common room, everyone was congratulating me. I don't really know why...it's not like I did something really admirable.
But at least Ron realized that I didn't enter myself into the tournament. So that helped makes things a lot better. It was hard, only hanging out with Hermione who always wanted to go to the library. It was way too quiet in there. But there was always that other person who demanded my presence and I just couldn't help but oblige.
"Harry! You were amazing!" A beautiful voice said as Emily's face appeared from the crowd. She came running at my and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. Oh my good Godric Gryffindor, she was giving me one of her hugs! You see, Emily had this way of hugging that could probably make anyone happy to see her, even her worst enemies.
"Thanks," I said, hugging her back. She was pretty short, I just noticed. Okay, I didn't just notice it, because I bugged her about it sometimes, but it did kind of surprise me. The top of her head only reached the bottom of my lips. So I guess she wasn't that short...it just seemed like it.
"I just can't believe how good you were! It was absolutely incredible! You were flying everywhere and then you just scooped it up like it was no big deal and it was just so...awesome!" She exclaimed, making totally ridiculous hand gestures as she spoke.
"It wasn't that great," I said, awkwardly ruffling my hair.
"Don't be modest, Harry! You are absolutely marvelous!" She exclaimed, making some more hand gestures. I looked into those beautiful, light green eyes of hers and something just came over me - I couldn't help it anymore. I had my hands resting on her hips, her arms now lightly hanging on my shoulders and I just started to lean in when-
"Emily! Come over here for a minute! We need to talk to you for a minute!" Lindsay yelled at Emily, causing her to turn her head.
"Sorry, I've got to go," Emily said, giving my hand a light squeeze before running off to Lindsay and going up the stairs to the girl's dormitories.
"Harry!" Hermione called as she jogged over with Ron following quite close behind her.
"Yeah?" I asked, still a little dazed. I had almost kissed her...how could I have been so stupid? She doesn't like me! She probably told Lindsay to call her over if I tried anything like that. What was wrong with me?
"You were going to kiss her, weren't you?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Could she be any blunter about it?
"What? Since when do you fancy Emily?" Ron asked. He was my best friend and all, but sometimes he could be really clueless.
"I have for awhile now, I guess," I confessed.
"How could you not have noticed?" Hermione said as if Ron was an idiot. I didn't think I was that obvious... "It's so obvious!"
"Well, I don't know," Ron shrugged. "I guess because we were fighting."
"Well, don't tell her. I don't want her to know," I mentioned.
"Harry, it's me that we're talking about," Hermione said before mumbling, "Although, she may not mind you fancying her at all."
"What was that?" I asked, not sure if I had heard her right.
"Oh nothing," She said, grinning mischievously to herself. She obviously knew something the rest of us didn't.
"Lindsay! What in the name of Godric Gryffindor was that for?" I demanded.
"We need to talk to you about something. And I knew Harry was going to kiss you," Lindsay said offhandedly.
"WHAT?! He was going to kiss me? Why did you pull me away?" I demanded once more.
"Just never mind," Hannah said in a very serious tone. Wow, that was a rare occurrence. "We have to talk to you about something."
"About what exactly?" I asked, now sitting down on my bed. What was this all about? Was it so important that they had to take me away from almost being kissed by Harry?
"Weird things have been happening," Amy said.
"Sorry guys, but we're at Hogwarts. Weird things are bound to happen," I said. I couldn't believe this. They pulled me away from my almost kiss for this?
Lindsay slapped me. Really, really hard.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked, holding my very sore cheek while calling her rude names under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. That was totally uncalled for!
"Because you need to stop thinking about the almost kiss and be serious!" Lindsay said.
"What? How did you-" I started, not being able to finish I was so speechless. How did she know what I was thinking? That couldn't be a coincidence, could it?
"That's what we've been trying to tell you!" Emilie exclaimed. "We've been getting these things...like powers. I can control water."
Wait, I knew what she was talking about. I had been having weird experiences with fire, where things would randomly combust, I'd make the fire in the common room go out and I couldn't get burned. Hm...maybe they were on to something.
"I've been able to read people's minds," Lindsay said. "It's absolutely amazing what some people think about."
"And I can go really fast!" Hannah exclaimed joyfully.
"You can go really fast normally," I retorted.
"No, like really fast. Super fast. Faster than the human eye can see," Hannah said dramatically, making it sound like something one of the guys on X-Men would say.
"Well," I said, coming to my final conclusion, "this is weird."
"Are you sure you have the day off from Divination?" I asked.
"Yeah, Professor Trelawney is having some sort of a spiritual day," Hannah said, rolling her eyes at that. "She's a nutter if you ask me."
"And you'd know all about that, now wouldn't you?" I asked, smirking.
"Thanks," Hannah said sarcastically. "By the way, is Lindsay coming to meet us?"
"Yeah, she's going to be a bit late. Something about planning the ultimate prank or something," I said, shrugging it off. That usually wouldn't be something you usually shrug off, but when you're as used to this as I am, you just learn to deal with it.
"Emily! How has your day been so far?" Remus asked cheerfully. Almost too cheerfully. Time for some suspicious eyes. I looked over at Hannah and she seemed to be thinking the same thing. We made eye contact and burst out laughing. "I will never be able to understand you two," I heard Remus mutter. Hannah and I had to take a few more minutes to calm down before Remus would start talking again. "Today, Emily, you get to learn how to fly."
"You guys! I'm here!" Lindsay called as she ran up to where we were standing.
"D-do I know you?" Lupin asked Lindsay, a weird look on his face.
"Um...no," Lindsay answered, giving him a weird look that clearly said "What the hell are you on?". I had to admit that they did look a lot alike. Which was somewhat scary. I wonder...never mind that theory. It was impossible.
"Anyways, Emily, what you have to do is close your eyes and focus on opening your wings. Then you just imagine yourself flying," Lupin said.
So that's what I did. I closed my eyes and imagined my wings coming out. I also started to think of them flapping until I was up into the air. I opened my eyes and I was actually in the air. I was flying!
"Oh yeah!" I said, doing a little dance in the air.
I fell down.
"Unfortunately, you have to start with focusing, just like with your magic, and then after a while, you won't need to as much," Remus said loudly, trying to talk over the hysterical laughter coming from Hannah and Lindsay.
"You fell on your ass!" Hannah shrieked as she continued to laugh along with Lindsay. Wow, thanks for pointing that out Captain Obvious. I glared daggers at the both of them and they immediately shut up as I tried again. And failed.
And tried again.
And failed again.
And tried thirteen more times.
And failed thirteen more times.
I couldn't stay up in the air for more than a few minutes at a time. This was going to be much harder than it looked, that's for sure.
Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We Come!"
"There has to be some way to solve it," Ginny said.
"You're right," I said, nodding like I had seen the light of the situation. As if. "I'll get fat, move to a country with lots of other fat people, and start watching for UFO's."
"And you say I'm the drama queen?" Emilie asked, giving me a look.
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