C'est La Vie: Hogwarts
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
36
Views:
6,370
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not or will ever own Harry Potter nor gain profit for this fanfiction. This is only for fun and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling and her amazing crew. I only have ownership of the plot and one character. That's it, enjoy
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
(Lake Conversation)
By the lake, Harry enjoyed his afternoon off by practicing his guitar.
The soft melody echoes in the autumn air as the crisp smell of approaching winter filled his nose.
He wasn’t aware that he had company.
“I knew you and the guitar were meant to be, like two lovers are meant to be.”
The green eyed boy looked up to see light gray eyes that reminded him of snow peering down at him. He blushed. “I don’t know about lovers, but we understand each other better than most people and instruments I’ve come across.”
“Pish posh, Mr. Potter, I know love when I see it.” Desdemona said with an understanding smile. Cradling the skirt of her dress into her hands, she sat next to the teen along the bank. With a satisfying sigh, she released her dress and extended her hands out. “May I see it for a second?”
Confused at what she was asking for, he looked down at his guitar and gasped. Of course she was addressing the instrument. “Sure, professor, here you go.” Carefully, he removed it from his being and placed it into her gentle hands.
She ran the pads of her fingers along the neck, admiring such a beautiful guitar. “Truly a magnificent instrument you are, my dear. Beautiful, like your owner…I see good things for you.”
Harry watched her and couldn’t help but redden more at the honest words she spoke.
If he looked closer, she was truly beautiful too.
There was something about her wide almond shape eyes and gently sculpted cheekbones that brought out her beauty more than her pale flawless complexion and short structure.
When she turned from the guitar, she noticed green eyes staring at her in wonderment. She stifled back a girlish giggle. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy stared at her intently. “Mr. Potter, it’s rude to stare at a lady.” She teased playfully.
He didn’t realize he was staring, he blinked. “I’m so sorry, professor. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
She brushed it off, boys will be boys. “No harm done, I just didn’t want you to start drooling or anything. It would be rather embarrassing to be caught in that type of situation, don’t you think Mr. Potter?” She chuckled softly. “And please, call me Desi or Desdemona. I’m not your professor when we’re outside.”
“You can call me Harry.”
She gave him a beautiful smile that lit her gray eyes. Now they reminded him of rain, glossy and lucid. “Well Harry, since we became great friends, how do you like my class so far? Not too tough is it?”
Harry shook his head. “It’s not tough, at least for the music session. It’s just different from what I’m use to having as a standard Hogwarts curriculum.”
Tuning the instrument to her personal setting, she agreed. “Yeah, it’s different for me to, especially teaching something I love to others.” She stopped when her fingers started to play the familiar melody Harry remembered practicing during class. Inhaling, she looked out towards the lake. “I never dreamed of returning to Hogwarts after all that has happened.”
“Are you talking about the war?”
She nodded, becoming lost in memories. “Besides the war, my life has always been complicated.” She turned to him with a look of understanding. “I’ve lost my parents at a young age like you. My father’s brother took me in and raised me until my seventh birthday. He died from an illness he suffered with since childhood. That’s when I was put in a muggle orphanage in the city, where I met some unusual people and done amazing things with my magic. On my eleventh birthday, I was taken from the safety of the orphanage and brought to Hogwarts to live my life among my kind.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t all that bad?” Harry inquired, listening to her story attentively.
“Never, Hogwarts became my second home, the first being my uncle’s cottage. I learned so much behind those old walls and come to realize how much I love magic. It was here that my interest in the arts started and was granted a private tutor to teach me about them.”
“What a life.” Harry tried to imagine what it would be like living here at the school instead of his relative’s house during his youth. “I bet you know everything there is to know about Hogwarts.”
“Not everything, this old school has more secrets than a girl’s diary.” She smirked. “However…I think I have something you might be interested in knowing.”
“What is it?”
Leaning close, she whispered. “I know a way to get into the Slytherin common room…without a password.” She eyed him knowingly. She's been watching him for awhile gazing at a certain blond Slytherin.
Harry grinned.
Now…that’s something even he didn’t know.
“Do tell.”
“It will be my pleasure.”
(Lake Conversation)
By the lake, Harry enjoyed his afternoon off by practicing his guitar.
The soft melody echoes in the autumn air as the crisp smell of approaching winter filled his nose.
He wasn’t aware that he had company.
“I knew you and the guitar were meant to be, like two lovers are meant to be.”
The green eyed boy looked up to see light gray eyes that reminded him of snow peering down at him. He blushed. “I don’t know about lovers, but we understand each other better than most people and instruments I’ve come across.”
“Pish posh, Mr. Potter, I know love when I see it.” Desdemona said with an understanding smile. Cradling the skirt of her dress into her hands, she sat next to the teen along the bank. With a satisfying sigh, she released her dress and extended her hands out. “May I see it for a second?”
Confused at what she was asking for, he looked down at his guitar and gasped. Of course she was addressing the instrument. “Sure, professor, here you go.” Carefully, he removed it from his being and placed it into her gentle hands.
She ran the pads of her fingers along the neck, admiring such a beautiful guitar. “Truly a magnificent instrument you are, my dear. Beautiful, like your owner…I see good things for you.”
Harry watched her and couldn’t help but redden more at the honest words she spoke.
If he looked closer, she was truly beautiful too.
There was something about her wide almond shape eyes and gently sculpted cheekbones that brought out her beauty more than her pale flawless complexion and short structure.
When she turned from the guitar, she noticed green eyes staring at her in wonderment. She stifled back a girlish giggle. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy stared at her intently. “Mr. Potter, it’s rude to stare at a lady.” She teased playfully.
He didn’t realize he was staring, he blinked. “I’m so sorry, professor. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
She brushed it off, boys will be boys. “No harm done, I just didn’t want you to start drooling or anything. It would be rather embarrassing to be caught in that type of situation, don’t you think Mr. Potter?” She chuckled softly. “And please, call me Desi or Desdemona. I’m not your professor when we’re outside.”
“You can call me Harry.”
She gave him a beautiful smile that lit her gray eyes. Now they reminded him of rain, glossy and lucid. “Well Harry, since we became great friends, how do you like my class so far? Not too tough is it?”
Harry shook his head. “It’s not tough, at least for the music session. It’s just different from what I’m use to having as a standard Hogwarts curriculum.”
Tuning the instrument to her personal setting, she agreed. “Yeah, it’s different for me to, especially teaching something I love to others.” She stopped when her fingers started to play the familiar melody Harry remembered practicing during class. Inhaling, she looked out towards the lake. “I never dreamed of returning to Hogwarts after all that has happened.”
“Are you talking about the war?”
She nodded, becoming lost in memories. “Besides the war, my life has always been complicated.” She turned to him with a look of understanding. “I’ve lost my parents at a young age like you. My father’s brother took me in and raised me until my seventh birthday. He died from an illness he suffered with since childhood. That’s when I was put in a muggle orphanage in the city, where I met some unusual people and done amazing things with my magic. On my eleventh birthday, I was taken from the safety of the orphanage and brought to Hogwarts to live my life among my kind.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t all that bad?” Harry inquired, listening to her story attentively.
“Never, Hogwarts became my second home, the first being my uncle’s cottage. I learned so much behind those old walls and come to realize how much I love magic. It was here that my interest in the arts started and was granted a private tutor to teach me about them.”
“What a life.” Harry tried to imagine what it would be like living here at the school instead of his relative’s house during his youth. “I bet you know everything there is to know about Hogwarts.”
“Not everything, this old school has more secrets than a girl’s diary.” She smirked. “However…I think I have something you might be interested in knowing.”
“What is it?”
Leaning close, she whispered. “I know a way to get into the Slytherin common room…without a password.” She eyed him knowingly. She's been watching him for awhile gazing at a certain blond Slytherin.
Harry grinned.
Now…that’s something even he didn’t know.
“Do tell.”
“It will be my pleasure.”