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Hair and Fuzz
Chapter 12
Date Started: 03-09-07
Pairing:
Disclaimer: Yep. Don't own them. Wish I did...but nope. The idea wasn't even mine. It was Yami Bakura's. I had thought of something like this... but my idea was a lot stickier so I knew deep down I'd never write it. XD http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296771786
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Harry never really thought that his life was normal. His cheek and jaw were a nasty color that made him duck out of the way of the mirror every time that he washed his hair. Dudley seemed to find it fit to tease him about it, though with a little threatening of exactly what Harry would do to his cousin often sent the boy crying to his mother. There was nothing wrong with a pair of ears to match that tail of his. The way that the sun shone brightly each day and open windows to tempt nonexistant breezes made things seem painfully... normal.
If Harry would have allowed himself to dwell on the topic, he might have been sick. Birds were chirping outside the window and a fresh pie was sitting on the window sill to cool. Harry had taken to laying beneath the tree outside. He'd once again became the bad boy that the Dursley's were saints for taking into their home and he couldn't care less. This world was so unlike the wizarding world. There was no hushed whispers of evil and death. The news was playing inside, telling of how the weather may take a change for the wetter side of things by the weekend.
The boy-who-lived's mind was fixed solely on the fact that no one had bothered to write him. It had been nearly a week since the last known attack. Surely something had to happen? This wasn't normal. The Order was keeping things from him...again. That made him feel a little saddened. It was truely horrible to think that everyone was out fighting evil or having fun and not even telling him about it.
Just as Harry was about to nod a cloud moved overhead, shading the thirsty grass and identical houses. Harry didn't take notice, however and simply rolled over atop the old and somewhat ragged blanket. His shoed feet went completely off the bottom edge and the blades of grass threatened to tickle his legs if he moved too much so he stayed mostly still, adjusting his upper body as he tried to find the perfect position for laying on one's stomach.
His scar hadn't really hurt him much since he left so he could only assume that Voldemort wasn't feeling nasty. That or the pain had become so constant that his brain had somehow managed to block it out. Either way was fine by him since the sensation of having your head split open wasn't something he enjoyed.
The false sense of security had settled itself in when in the very back of Harry's mind he knew that a war was coming and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Wasn't that how it always was? Anywhere that the war wasn't happening went on as if nothing was going on?
Harry heard the signature swoosh of wings and quickly sat up, thinking it was an owl when it was simply a large black bird that had stopped on the ground near him and was pecking at something. Frowning, Harry closed his eyes. Mentally telling himself that if something important was happening that someone would surely tell him... Right?
His family upset him, too in some odd way. His Aunt still wouldn't explain things to him but Harry had the lingering feeling that she knew a lot more than she let on. It wa infuriating to know that and not be able to do anything about it. The one person that he could have asked once things all settled down would have been Dumbledore.
That was impossible to do now.
Harry sighed and crossed his arms under his head, closing his eyes. A nap couldn't hurt. He'd be called to come inside and help with lunch in an hour or so anyway.
***
Draco Malfoy was never the most inconspicuous person. When you have platinum blonde hair and pale skin the idea of being anything but eye-catching was nothing new to the young Malfoy. He grew up with having people quickly spot him and know who he was. Not everyone was so graced with such good looks, after all.
Yet, here he was. Sitting just outside the door to the kitchen, watching people go from the kitchen to the sitting room, all chattering away about happenings. The attack on Diagon Alley was causing quite the upset in the wizarding world. People were afraid to return and business was slowly crashing. If Voldemort failed to become the new leader of the magical world than he could at least hold credit for the slow destruction of wizard economy.
Heaving a sigh, the young Malfoy slowly leaned to the side to bring McGonagall and Snape into view. They weren't exactly talking in hushed tones but Draco still had to try and focus on just them so that the words were coming out clearly.
"Certainly we cannot inform Mr. Potter of this. He will want to leave the safety of his home."
"Of course not. That wasn't what I was suggesting. I merely thought that we should perhaps inform him to things so that he doesn't do something drastic again. Perhaps it would be better he be prepar-"
"No... Having him worried over something like this doesn't seem fair. He's still just a boy... not a soldier that we will bend and mold to our exact whim..."
"Perhaps you are right... His leaving this house was completely unthinkable. I still cannot believe he would do something so stupid."
"Naturally... he's still but a boy and he's merely impulsive..."
"Still. That's no excuse. He'll be of age soon. He'll be practically throwing himself out there for the attacking. I hate to think of what would happen had I not been there to grab him... What if someone else would have been in my place?"
"Please don't talk like that... If something should happen we will handle things."
Draco frowned and decided he didn't really like the way the conversation was going and pushed himself to stand. He might have considered finding the extremely calm werewolf for some company but Remus had returned to keep an eye on werewolf activity. Draco knew already that the werewolves were with the Death Eaters. Anyone who had to chose between a life of being shunned from society or being accepted as a powerful ally would chose the same thing.
He instead took to doing the exact same thing that he always did. Lay on his bed.
He found that he stayed in this horribly decorated room more of his time than he'd ever like to admit. He didn't even spend this much time in his room at the manor. It felt a little obsurd that he'd do so here. Granted when afraid for one's life, going out lost some of it's appeal.
Watching his fingers trail over the sheets, Draco smiled faintly. At least his coverings were soft and comfortable. He hadn't ever imagined sleeping with anything less than satin but this nice blend of whatever it was felt nice. It was soft and warm against his skin but never really hot even though it was summer. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, taking a moment to wonder about what the-boy-who-lived might be doing.
Somewhere deep down inside of him, he hoped Harry was just as bored as he was.
***
Harry stood by his window, groaning a little too loudly as his forehead came to rest a little too roughly against the glass. Why hadn't anyone wrote him? Was he not that important? Did they really not care to tell him what they were up to? Even an 'I'm bored as hell here' would have made him smile to know that they were thinking about him. He knew deep down that no one could truely talk to him but the least they could do was ask how he was doing.
A soft hooting sounded and Harry turned his head to smile weakly at Hedwig before turning to move over to her cage. Moving a finger through the wired cage and lightly stroking her soft white feathers, he felt a little better. She was only the only things that kept him reminded that everything wasn't just some dream.
Something crashed into his window and he frowned before opening it to let an extremely clumsy owl fall inside. Harry frowned and moved over to the owl which had moved to stand up and was holding out it's leg with a small parcel tied to it. Harry untied the object and the bird took off making Harry raise a brow.
He unwrapped the small but lightweight box just as a long, thin and slightly damp thing slid out before he opened the box completely. Harry pitched the box away, slightly panting and stared at the box where a small fur covered ball had fallen out. He breathed a sigh of relief before slowly crawling over to the small object and picked it up. It did nothing so Harry idly tossed it from hand to hand before picking up the box and removing the small letter.
Harry,
Hey. Thought you might get lonely. Nothing been happening that I know of... Not sure if anyone'd say anything. Dad hasn't mentioned anything, though. He normally tells Mum.
It doesn't have a name... Not even sure what it is. Boy or a girl, you know. I didn't think you'd want a little one, though. Since Fred and George dyed them all pink and purple before I could grab one. It's probably hungry... not really sure what it would want to eat. They like bogeys.
Hope to hear from you soon, mate. Maybe you can come to the burrow before the summer's over.
Ron
Harry looked from the letter to the custard colored furrball and frowned at the idea of it sticking it's tongue up his nose... or him collecting some for it.
He sat down on the bed, rolling the puffskein in his hands for a moment, wondering what he was supposed to do with it. It wouldn't really solve any lonelyness he was feeling. It was just... what it was. He set it down on his bed and got up to grab some parchment and a pen.
Ron,
Thanks for the puffskein. It is ... cute? I guess. It'll give me something to play with, though.
I haven't been told anything either, so don't feel left out.
It'd be really nice to be able to come and visit everyone. We'll just have to see, though. Just let me know when and I'm sure the Dursley's will be glad to get rid of me.
Harry
Carefully folding the letter, Harry looked up when Hedwig stretched her wings, looking a little eager. He had to smile as he stood to open her cage. He secured the letter to her leg before opening the window and watching her fly through. She always looked so much more at ease when flying than she did when in her cage.
"BOY! STOP WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING! I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY MORE RUDDY OWLS!"
Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled the window closed and looked over at the bed to watch a long thin tongue snake it's way over and wrap around some of the fuzzballs on his comforter. He wasn't entirely sure that was something healthy to be eating but nothing seemed to happen when the tongue went back to where ever the creature's mouth was and after a short while it returned to find something else. Harry figured it would be better to find some kind of real food. Even if the thing would eat it didn't mean that it was really all that good for it.
He headed downstairs to find his aunt cleaning up the table after one of Dudley meal sized snacks.
"Oh! Uhm. Can I have that?" Harry asked while pointing to the plate Petunia held that still had a few small pieces of bread that Dudley had picked from a sandwhich and a couple small slithers of bacon.
His aunt eyed him but tossed her blonde hair and handed him the plate. "You'll be washing it later then."
Harry wanted to say that he'd probably be washing them all anyway but decided to simply take the food while he had the chance and small bit of acceptance. He returned to his room to find the puffskein seated neatly on the bed exactly where he'd left it, not that he had really doubted it. He wasn't even sure if it could move on it's own.
He sat down on the bed, placing the plate down near what he thought was the front of the creature. Laying down after a minute of nothing happening, Harry closed his eyes, moving a hand to let his fingers pet over the soft fur, listening to the gradually growing hum of the critter.
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A/N - Yay reviews. Me happy Author. I love puffskeins... that's why Harry has one now... cause deep down that I want one too. I think they sound like wonderful little creatures. The puffskein might come into play later... XD Just cause it's that special. The three weeks before Harry's birthday might pass kind of fast through the chapters. Just cause... there's only so much that he can do and talk about. Eee... and I'm tired... so I curl up to sleep now! Tomorrow... a new chapter for The Real Champion and hopefully for this one too!
Date Started: 03-09-07
Pairing:
Disclaimer: Yep. Don't own them. Wish I did...but nope. The idea wasn't even mine. It was Yami Bakura's. I had thought of something like this... but my idea was a lot stickier so I knew deep down I'd never write it. XD http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296771786
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Harry never really thought that his life was normal. His cheek and jaw were a nasty color that made him duck out of the way of the mirror every time that he washed his hair. Dudley seemed to find it fit to tease him about it, though with a little threatening of exactly what Harry would do to his cousin often sent the boy crying to his mother. There was nothing wrong with a pair of ears to match that tail of his. The way that the sun shone brightly each day and open windows to tempt nonexistant breezes made things seem painfully... normal.
If Harry would have allowed himself to dwell on the topic, he might have been sick. Birds were chirping outside the window and a fresh pie was sitting on the window sill to cool. Harry had taken to laying beneath the tree outside. He'd once again became the bad boy that the Dursley's were saints for taking into their home and he couldn't care less. This world was so unlike the wizarding world. There was no hushed whispers of evil and death. The news was playing inside, telling of how the weather may take a change for the wetter side of things by the weekend.
The boy-who-lived's mind was fixed solely on the fact that no one had bothered to write him. It had been nearly a week since the last known attack. Surely something had to happen? This wasn't normal. The Order was keeping things from him...again. That made him feel a little saddened. It was truely horrible to think that everyone was out fighting evil or having fun and not even telling him about it.
Just as Harry was about to nod a cloud moved overhead, shading the thirsty grass and identical houses. Harry didn't take notice, however and simply rolled over atop the old and somewhat ragged blanket. His shoed feet went completely off the bottom edge and the blades of grass threatened to tickle his legs if he moved too much so he stayed mostly still, adjusting his upper body as he tried to find the perfect position for laying on one's stomach.
His scar hadn't really hurt him much since he left so he could only assume that Voldemort wasn't feeling nasty. That or the pain had become so constant that his brain had somehow managed to block it out. Either way was fine by him since the sensation of having your head split open wasn't something he enjoyed.
The false sense of security had settled itself in when in the very back of Harry's mind he knew that a war was coming and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Wasn't that how it always was? Anywhere that the war wasn't happening went on as if nothing was going on?
Harry heard the signature swoosh of wings and quickly sat up, thinking it was an owl when it was simply a large black bird that had stopped on the ground near him and was pecking at something. Frowning, Harry closed his eyes. Mentally telling himself that if something important was happening that someone would surely tell him... Right?
His family upset him, too in some odd way. His Aunt still wouldn't explain things to him but Harry had the lingering feeling that she knew a lot more than she let on. It wa infuriating to know that and not be able to do anything about it. The one person that he could have asked once things all settled down would have been Dumbledore.
That was impossible to do now.
Harry sighed and crossed his arms under his head, closing his eyes. A nap couldn't hurt. He'd be called to come inside and help with lunch in an hour or so anyway.
***
Draco Malfoy was never the most inconspicuous person. When you have platinum blonde hair and pale skin the idea of being anything but eye-catching was nothing new to the young Malfoy. He grew up with having people quickly spot him and know who he was. Not everyone was so graced with such good looks, after all.
Yet, here he was. Sitting just outside the door to the kitchen, watching people go from the kitchen to the sitting room, all chattering away about happenings. The attack on Diagon Alley was causing quite the upset in the wizarding world. People were afraid to return and business was slowly crashing. If Voldemort failed to become the new leader of the magical world than he could at least hold credit for the slow destruction of wizard economy.
Heaving a sigh, the young Malfoy slowly leaned to the side to bring McGonagall and Snape into view. They weren't exactly talking in hushed tones but Draco still had to try and focus on just them so that the words were coming out clearly.
"Certainly we cannot inform Mr. Potter of this. He will want to leave the safety of his home."
"Of course not. That wasn't what I was suggesting. I merely thought that we should perhaps inform him to things so that he doesn't do something drastic again. Perhaps it would be better he be prepar-"
"No... Having him worried over something like this doesn't seem fair. He's still just a boy... not a soldier that we will bend and mold to our exact whim..."
"Perhaps you are right... His leaving this house was completely unthinkable. I still cannot believe he would do something so stupid."
"Naturally... he's still but a boy and he's merely impulsive..."
"Still. That's no excuse. He'll be of age soon. He'll be practically throwing himself out there for the attacking. I hate to think of what would happen had I not been there to grab him... What if someone else would have been in my place?"
"Please don't talk like that... If something should happen we will handle things."
Draco frowned and decided he didn't really like the way the conversation was going and pushed himself to stand. He might have considered finding the extremely calm werewolf for some company but Remus had returned to keep an eye on werewolf activity. Draco knew already that the werewolves were with the Death Eaters. Anyone who had to chose between a life of being shunned from society or being accepted as a powerful ally would chose the same thing.
He instead took to doing the exact same thing that he always did. Lay on his bed.
He found that he stayed in this horribly decorated room more of his time than he'd ever like to admit. He didn't even spend this much time in his room at the manor. It felt a little obsurd that he'd do so here. Granted when afraid for one's life, going out lost some of it's appeal.
Watching his fingers trail over the sheets, Draco smiled faintly. At least his coverings were soft and comfortable. He hadn't ever imagined sleeping with anything less than satin but this nice blend of whatever it was felt nice. It was soft and warm against his skin but never really hot even though it was summer. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, taking a moment to wonder about what the-boy-who-lived might be doing.
Somewhere deep down inside of him, he hoped Harry was just as bored as he was.
***
Harry stood by his window, groaning a little too loudly as his forehead came to rest a little too roughly against the glass. Why hadn't anyone wrote him? Was he not that important? Did they really not care to tell him what they were up to? Even an 'I'm bored as hell here' would have made him smile to know that they were thinking about him. He knew deep down that no one could truely talk to him but the least they could do was ask how he was doing.
A soft hooting sounded and Harry turned his head to smile weakly at Hedwig before turning to move over to her cage. Moving a finger through the wired cage and lightly stroking her soft white feathers, he felt a little better. She was only the only things that kept him reminded that everything wasn't just some dream.
Something crashed into his window and he frowned before opening it to let an extremely clumsy owl fall inside. Harry frowned and moved over to the owl which had moved to stand up and was holding out it's leg with a small parcel tied to it. Harry untied the object and the bird took off making Harry raise a brow.
He unwrapped the small but lightweight box just as a long, thin and slightly damp thing slid out before he opened the box completely. Harry pitched the box away, slightly panting and stared at the box where a small fur covered ball had fallen out. He breathed a sigh of relief before slowly crawling over to the small object and picked it up. It did nothing so Harry idly tossed it from hand to hand before picking up the box and removing the small letter.
Harry,
Hey. Thought you might get lonely. Nothing been happening that I know of... Not sure if anyone'd say anything. Dad hasn't mentioned anything, though. He normally tells Mum.
It doesn't have a name... Not even sure what it is. Boy or a girl, you know. I didn't think you'd want a little one, though. Since Fred and George dyed them all pink and purple before I could grab one. It's probably hungry... not really sure what it would want to eat. They like bogeys.
Hope to hear from you soon, mate. Maybe you can come to the burrow before the summer's over.
Ron
Harry looked from the letter to the custard colored furrball and frowned at the idea of it sticking it's tongue up his nose... or him collecting some for it.
He sat down on the bed, rolling the puffskein in his hands for a moment, wondering what he was supposed to do with it. It wouldn't really solve any lonelyness he was feeling. It was just... what it was. He set it down on his bed and got up to grab some parchment and a pen.
Ron,
Thanks for the puffskein. It is ... cute? I guess. It'll give me something to play with, though.
I haven't been told anything either, so don't feel left out.
It'd be really nice to be able to come and visit everyone. We'll just have to see, though. Just let me know when and I'm sure the Dursley's will be glad to get rid of me.
Harry
Carefully folding the letter, Harry looked up when Hedwig stretched her wings, looking a little eager. He had to smile as he stood to open her cage. He secured the letter to her leg before opening the window and watching her fly through. She always looked so much more at ease when flying than she did when in her cage.
"BOY! STOP WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING! I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY MORE RUDDY OWLS!"
Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled the window closed and looked over at the bed to watch a long thin tongue snake it's way over and wrap around some of the fuzzballs on his comforter. He wasn't entirely sure that was something healthy to be eating but nothing seemed to happen when the tongue went back to where ever the creature's mouth was and after a short while it returned to find something else. Harry figured it would be better to find some kind of real food. Even if the thing would eat it didn't mean that it was really all that good for it.
He headed downstairs to find his aunt cleaning up the table after one of Dudley meal sized snacks.
"Oh! Uhm. Can I have that?" Harry asked while pointing to the plate Petunia held that still had a few small pieces of bread that Dudley had picked from a sandwhich and a couple small slithers of bacon.
His aunt eyed him but tossed her blonde hair and handed him the plate. "You'll be washing it later then."
Harry wanted to say that he'd probably be washing them all anyway but decided to simply take the food while he had the chance and small bit of acceptance. He returned to his room to find the puffskein seated neatly on the bed exactly where he'd left it, not that he had really doubted it. He wasn't even sure if it could move on it's own.
He sat down on the bed, placing the plate down near what he thought was the front of the creature. Laying down after a minute of nothing happening, Harry closed his eyes, moving a hand to let his fingers pet over the soft fur, listening to the gradually growing hum of the critter.
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A/N - Yay reviews. Me happy Author. I love puffskeins... that's why Harry has one now... cause deep down that I want one too. I think they sound like wonderful little creatures. The puffskein might come into play later... XD Just cause it's that special. The three weeks before Harry's birthday might pass kind of fast through the chapters. Just cause... there's only so much that he can do and talk about. Eee... and I'm tired... so I curl up to sleep now! Tomorrow... a new chapter for The Real Champion and hopefully for this one too!