Hello, everybody. Welcome to all my readers…I am Harita and here I am with another fiction, In the Shadows of the Trio. This is my fifth fiction here at SS and I am really excited to present it to all of you.
This fiction is about one of the few Gryffindor characters who were a part of the Second Wizarding War. This fiction primarily starts off as a point of view of one such character but there will be point of views of other characters as well from time to time. It is set in the fifth year of our trio at Hogwarts.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to the Harry Potter Universe created by J K Rowling (literally) and Warner Bros. and Heyday Productions(visually). Along the posts however I have merely borrowed a couple of quotes from the books and the movies for particular scenes just to help you all to associate to the situation a bit more easily. No copyright infringement however has been intended.
Enjoy the read and drop in to comment and suggest...
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Chapter Index:
Chapter 1 Part One.
Chapter 1 Part Two
Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Part One.
Chapter 4 Part TwoChapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7 Part One.Chapter 7 Part Two
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter10
Chapter 11 Part One.
Chapter 11 Part Two
Chapter 11 Part Three.
Chapter 12 Part One.
Chapter 12 Part Two
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16 Part One.
Chapter 16 Part Two
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20 Part One.
Chapter 20 Part Two
Chapter 21 Part One.
Chapter 21 Part Two
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44 Part One.
Chapter 44 Part Two
Chapter 45
Chapter 46 Part One.
Chapter 46 Part Two
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
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Chapter 1 Part One

“Paddikkins” I shouted for the billionth time today morning from the time I got up. First immediately after I woke up, to wake her up, then when she was taking too much time to select her clothes and I couldn’t go on for a bath because she had her stuff there already; in retaliation to me irritating her I guess, then when she was taking bath, changing her clothes and on and on and on.
I heaved my heavy trunk downstairs to the hallway leading to the kitchen and just as I reached at the base of the staircase.

“don’t you dare call me that!”

I turned and saw my identical self coming down with another trunk following her, backpack on one of her shoulders, the P chain dangling around her neck. I gave a cheeky grin to my twin sister and said “can’t help we have such names which can’t be turned into sweet nick names”. She narrowed her eyes and turned away.
“but you know Paddy…I always come up with is sweet names for you, I don’t know why you don’t like it” I said following her as she huffed and puffed her way to the kitchen.
“you both up and ready already?” asked a tall brown man, black hair and brown eyes looking up from behind the early morning newspaper briefly.

“yes,” said my dear sister testily. I saw our dad going back to his newspaper he knows what’s coming.
“apparently because she can’t let anyone else sleep when she isn’t sleeping!” she continued and I smiled while pouring a jug of pumpkin juice and our father just shook his head behind the Daily Prophet. Bringing up two daughters and that too twins with contrasting nature, isn’t a joke. I feel that myself.
And about me getting up early well, that was my problem, wasn’t it? I am an early riser, a day person. I like to go back to bed early and get up early. It’s one muggle saying that I somehow have followed all through my life till now.

‘Early to bed, early to rise makes you healthy, wealthy and wise’
Now I don’t know how much of it is true because, had that been the case then within these 15 years of me going to bed and waking up early would have meant that I should be living in a place as wealthy as Malfoy’s Manor, maybe; I should have been in Ravenclaw like my sister had this ritual made me wiser and about being healthy…let’s see, yes maybe I liked getting up early in the morning because I really feel fresh and fit somehow.

But my dear friend, my roommate and best mate for life has a different take on it.
“I think you really believe in beauty sleep, don’t you?” she asked me one fine day. And I just shrugged.
Well you can say that…

But in contrast to me is my sister who if any new person would see her would think her as a Miss Perfect. And well, she is in a way actually. She is better in studies than me; she listens to father more than me; isn’t much of a rebel; a book worm; a wise mind; can strike up a pleasant conversation with anyone without getting into an argument; she is pretty, well I am too, aren’t we twins? She has good sense of dressing slightly different then mine though; well I guess it comes from mum for both of us. She isn’t naughty; rules are very dear to her life and the list can go on. Seeing her perfect nature no doubt she is made the Ravenclaw prefect this year round.

But there is one thing the outsiders don’t know about her that we know, I specifically know. She is a downright mess. When she is into a book or when she is studying which she is most of the time, she has no idea what is even going around her. I might even leave a dungbomb and she might not realize it. Her love for books is so much that she is up half the night reading even during the vacation and gets up late the next morning. And her routine goes completely awry. And when I point her that out she snaps back saying

“I don’t have time to set things up.” or

“I have much more important work to do” or

Or the latest; a sentence with continuation “unlike someone who feels menial chores are important than learning how to brew a Draught of Peace” and all I do is roll my eyes and continue doing my work, which of course will be doing up my room and my cupboard or sorting out my clothes or simply applying nail polish and listening to music on gramophone. My life is so very stress free, seriously…I love it…

Please edit your first post with a chapter index when you post a new chapter Write often and most importantly have fun!

I am glad to see some of the less known characters explored!

Thanks Pixie! Glad you liked it...hope to see you around soon...
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Chapter 1 Part Two

“Morning you two” and I looked up. Yes that’s my mum, a very pretty, petite looking woman now busily moving around the kitchen to make some coffee for herself. “Morning” I chime in with my sister and then continue to butter my toast.
She sat down silently and downed her breakfast with rather lightening speed. She was late again, just like my dear sister. No doubt getting up late comes to her from mum. Looking up every now and then at the clock on the wall she sipped her coffee and gulped her breakfast.

“mum, take it easy” I said. And she gulped and shook her head. “oh, no, no I can’t. I have this meeting today at ten and before that I have to meet someone and then I have to come to see you off by 11 at King’s Cross, I need to be quick”
‘Someone?’

But her answers really never bothered me much, because she always talked in those words whenever work was concerned. We have got used to it. Well, she is an Unspeakable at the Ministry, a very mysterious job pertaining to the Department of Mysteries. Both me and my sister are always very curious about the job mum has. All these years whenever she said the word ‘someone’ it had to mean one of her unspeakable colleagues or so we believe. That’s how far we could get to know about our mum’s office life but that didn’t kill our curiosity. Before I could open my mouth to quiz her about it she spoke

“why do you even turn up at the table when you don’t want to eat” directing it to my dad, who had his breakfast forgotten on the plate and too busy reading the Prophet. Paddy looked up from her bowl of cereal and so did I.
With no response from dad I shrugged and bit into my toast. That’s how his usual response is. My, parents were typical parents, arguing over something, laughing over the other, having long chats sitting on the couch in the hall, helping each other out. But then there are days and incidents like these where dad wouldn’t really respond and mum would get angry.

There was a sigh.

I looked up. Dad had at last put the Prophet down and took a bite of his breakfast. That sigh wasn’t an I-give-up sigh in response to my mum’s words. It meant something different. His face slightly worried, his mind somewhere else, he was deeply thinking of something hardly knowing what he was eating.

“Father what’s wrong?” my sister asked. My mum continued with her breakfast. Did it look like she didn’t care what was wrong with dad? No, obviously not because I saw a change in her behavior too. Her brow also seemed to have knitted in concentration as she carried on with her breakfast. I looked up to Padma, she was as clueless as I was.
He looked up at her and smiled slightly tiredly and then shook his head.

“nothing’s wrong” he said and I had my hands up in the air

“oh come on dad, out with it”

Dad looked at me and chuckled at my tone while mum looked at me and frowned. Yes that’s exactly how my mum talks; pretty out there. I didn’t bother.

“Nothing dear,”
“something’s up in the Prophet, isn’t it? Harry Potter again?” asked my sister. Well, it wasn’t necessary it would be him on the newspaper but he did have a trail up in the court this summer which was a shocker for us, apparently because he cast a patronus charm on alleged presence of dementors. Hearing the words dementors did bring a shiver down my spine even now. But that confused a lot of us, why and how would dementors end up near his house. My dad for one however believed him, though he had no answer about how dementors would end up roaming around in Surrey.

Dad shook his head “no it’s not about Harry Potter. I am pretty sure Dumbledore must have taken care of it. It’s just about these people going missing and a couple of murders and deaths in muggle world, whose reason are unknown” he said his hand going through his thinning hairline.
“but we obviously know the reasons, don’t we?” asked my sister and dad took another bite of his food and nodded.
“so you really believe that You-Know-Who’s followers are slowly gaining ground again?” I asked but there was no response.

We were quiet for some time and then I spoke “you really believe he is back, don’t you?” It was just the previous year at the Quidditch World Cup there was a Dark Mark set up which did shock people to death and then there was Triwizard Tournament that had Harry and Cedric as Hogwarts champions competing to get the cup. We were so eagerly waiting for anyone of them to turn up with the cup, mostly Harry for Gryffindors. And so he did but to everybody’s shock with Cedric’s body.

I remember that day very, very clearly as if the evening will be etched in my mind for the rest of my life. I was sitting next to my friend, Lavender on one side Dean on the other, Seamus was sitting on Dean’s other side. Ron and Hermione and the entire Weasley group were sitting in front of us with eager abated breath. And then suddenly we saw some one portkeyed. It was Harry with the Cup and all the hell broke loose and we were celebrating with the music all around us and then suddenly I heard someone scream, it had been one of those French girls. Looking over all the sudden confusing commotion of the people I let my eyes fall on Harry. He was shaking, shaking to bits all bloodied, and half his body was covering Cedric, who was still. It really didn’t struck me that he could have you know been lifeless there, always thought he was unconscious till someone confirmed it otherwise.

Pulling myself out of my train of thoughts I looked around the table. There was an eerie silence over the table, which was sort of becoming a routine whenever Dark Lord was mentioned but we couldn’t get used to the uncomfortable feeling yet.
“you believe Harry is telling the truth father?” asked my sister.
“I believe Dumbledore” he answered clearly. We both looked at each other and then nodded and cleared the last bits on our plate. As we got up to put the plates away he spoke again “but apart from that, looks like Fudge is freaking out” but it was more of a conversation trying to involve mum and she nodded.
“he isn’t ready to believe, thinks that Dumbledore’s going nuts, blaming his age as a factor” she said shaking her head.

“oh, our Minister is a prick, all right” I murmured as I washed the dish and my sister nodded her head in agreement. We had a mutual dislike for politics that was one thing which was common between us. “I just hope he doesn’t tightened the noose around Dumbledore much with his power” heard mum speaking
“he is trying to do just that” replied dad.
“but who can overpower Dumbledore?” Paddy asked they looked up and smiled in agreement.

Suddenly mum squealed “Merlin’s beard!” and she ran around again like a tornado in the house collecting her things. She was getting late, quickly checking everything that she needed in her office bag she bent down and kissed father on his cheek.
He blushed. Yeah, he does that…
She turned around and with a wave she left for the fire place.
“see you at Kings Cross” we both called out.
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Have a nice day...:-)

Wow! that was pretty good! We don't really look at Pavarti much.I she your favorite cahracter? Can't wait for more. PAMS!

Hey Harita, it's great to see your ff up and off to a great start. I love how you show the morning routine and the quipping between the sisters, the rushing of the mom, being late for a meeting, and the whole attitude of the morning, and then Parvati says this; I love the story line so far, and love the endearing features you have written into it. It just starts me off feeling warm and comfortable, because I love moments like this.
Great work Harita, I'm anxious to read more. I'll be watching.

Thanks...And yes, Parvati is sort of my favorite Gryffindor.for me its like the side roles intrigue a lot. Not only just Parvati but also the rest of the gryffindors. Like among the trio i feel Ron more interesting and intriguing because we don't get to see much of him in compared to Hermione


Thanks Connie...i love to read and write and explain the scene in detail involving everyone in picture just helps one to see the scene much clearly...
And about Parvati, that's what is her attitude to life i guess or i perceive as , just chilling out and taking time all for herself even in middle of a tornado...

thanks sooo much for telling about this! it is sooo goood! I like it! and I am very interested by Parvati's point of view on things! PAMS

Thanks...

DISCLAIMER: quotes ending with * are taken from the book and the OoTP movie

Chapter 2



The babble broke out as all of us poured out of the Great Hall as the Welcome Feast ended. Walking through the huge oak doors of the Great Hall along with the throng of students some of us branched out and headed towards the North Tower, the Gryffindors Den.

“that was an awesome dinner” said Fay Dunbar our other roommate patting her stomach and I chuckled
“yeah, but the desert at such Hogwarts feasts are always the highlight” said Fiona Belmont and we agreed.
“whoever makes these dinners for us” Fay thought rhetorically and so did I. We had no idea where did this food come from every day. I think it’s high time I read Hogwarts A History.
“who cares as long as they are tasty” Fiona said.

As I looked away from both of them my eyes fell on the three friends walking a few feet ahead of us. Two of them spoke to the third and left quickly. That was Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. They were the new Gryffindor prefects. Well, choosing Hermione was an obvious thing to do but Ron! When I told this to Lavender she laughed and said

“it’s a shocker to you, think about him then” and I had to agree. A person who wasn’t really eager on following school rules himself if he is made the prefect it would have been the biggest shocker for his life no doubt.
I watched the two of them leave Harry and go ahead to help the first years. Harry was chatting up with the Weasley twins and he seemed to look better now, much better than that pale face in the Court Room looking up at us from the Daily Prophet.

And if you are thinking that I might have a soft corner for Harry. No, no ways. I still haven’t forgotten the Yule Ball night, remember? Yeah I sort of believe what Harry has to say about Dark Lord, I believe Cedric’s death can’t be a mere accident as portrayed by the Prophet and more than that I know he can’t kill Cedric, himself as many of them trying to malign his name believe. No, never. I even felt it wrong for him to go through Court ordeal. But does that mean I am still not angry with him? No absolutely not!

I have my priorities set, you know. I was upset because of him on the eve of Yule Ball. Though the cute guy from Beauxbaton’s with whom I still have correspondence with had asked me to dance with him and I had a great time with him all through the last year but I. Am. Still. Angry with Harry.

What guy stares at the other’s date, when he has his right next to him! The whole time he was looking at that Cho Chang. She was with Cedric. If he so wanted to go with her he should have asked her, but obviously he wouldn’t know it right that they both were a couple already. Idiot. And that Ron he was no better, sulking about Hermione going out with Vicktor Krum. Why did he even trouble getting a date for himself?
Yes of course, Harry had asked me to get him a date. God!
No doubt Padma is giving him a cold shoulder, just like me. He deserves it, they deserve it.

We had fallen behind Fio and Fay in the huge crowd on the staircase because they were nowhere to be seen. Looking up we were at the top of the Gryffindor stair case and Lavender had just opened the portrait door. Stepping inside we went straight to our seats, those favorite couches at the side of the fire place. We knew our trunks would have been up already, as always. Dean and Seamus were already sitting on couple of seats opposite our couches in a deep conversation. As we neared them we heard Seamus’ low voice and Dean looked at him slightly skeptical. Looking at Lavender we both raised our eyebrows.

“hey guys. What’s up?” Lav said and went and sat down on her couch. I followed her and sat in my seat opposite to the guys and looked at them eyebrows raised. Dean shrugged and spoke
“he doesn’t believe Dumbledore” Lavender looked at me with a confused look but I knew exactly what Dean was speaking
“so that means” I started and Seamus butt in “yes, I don’t believe Harry either” he said his voice sharp that I flinched for a second.
Lavender still looked at Seamus slightly confused. Seamus sighed and spoke

“Me mam didn't want me to come back this year.”* And just then I saw Harry passing by. I swear he heard Seamus talk because he had turned around and asked
“Why not?”*
Seamus got up from his place walked towards Harry. I didn’t like the feel of it. Felt something was going to go wrong.
“Let me see... because of you! The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot of things about you, Harry. About Dumbledore as well”*
“And your mum believes them?* Harry asked. His voice was sort of incredulous as if he wasn’t expecting Seamus to believe all that the Daily Prophet had to say about Headmaster and him.
“Well, no one was there the night Cedric died”* Seamus replied staring at Harry point blank. I looked at Lavender who was now biting her lip. I looked over at Dean who was busy looking from Harry to Seamus ready to spring in between the two if things got worst. It looked like it would.
“Oh, well I guess you should read the Prophet then, like your stupid mother. It'll tell you everything you need to know”* Harry said.

That was a shocker. I almost gasped. I don’t know whether it was audible or not because if Harry did hear it he pretty well ignored it. I frantically looked around ‘where are the prefects?’
‘Hermione!’
Seamus was teeming, boiling with rage and “Don't you dare talk about my mother like that!”*
This was it!
‘Even Ron will do!’
“I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar!”* we all stared at Harry and then back at Seamus and just then

“what’s going on?”* I turned and saw Ron coming over. You have no idea what a relief spread over me. I even heard Lavender heave a sigh of relief.
Seamus turned and saw Ron coming towards them and then joining by Harry’s side
“you believe what he has to say about You Know Who?”* demanded Seamus. Ron looked at Seamus, his eyes narrowed down.
“yes, I believe.”*
“then you are just as mad as he is!”* Seamus barked pointing at Ron and then at Harry.
All right now Seamus was getting out of control. I looked over at Dean frantically. He had got up from his seat but before he could stop Seamus from ranting on, Ron walked over to him
“Alright, mate. You are stepping over the line”* Ron said.
Seamus was about to retort back.
“Unfortunately for you, I am also a prefect”* Ron cut in; his finger was at Seamus’ chest.
I saw Seamus backed down a bit.
‘Good, at least now did it hit your head?’
“Anyone else who has got problems with Harry?” he asked his voice echoing in the whole of Common Room. There was pin drop silence.
“get back to your knitting” his voice authoritative and to my surprise everyone did and so did I…
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Have A Nice Day...:-)

That was really good! I am very intrigued! PAMS!

Hey Harita, great work. Loved this part; I wish JK had put stuff like this in the books. It makes things more personal feeling. And I can't see Parvati being all ok with the way Harry, the way he neglected her at the ball, after the ball was over. I think you have it right, yeah she was happy she had the other boy, but Harry was her date, and I think she did have something for him. Maybe she still does to some extent, otherwise why would it still be bothering her. Anyway, great work Harita, I'll be watching for your next chapter.

awww poor Parvati. you just can't be mad at Harry...he's so troubled... PAMS

Thanks...

Thanks Connie...well, exactly nothing can beat that bitterness about a first bad date...and that of the nature of Harry's and Parvati's......I thought she would carry that bitterness a bit more further even if she has sort moved on with someone else...

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Thanks
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Chapter 3


“Harry shouldn’t have talked about Seamus’ mom like that” said my friend brushing her long blonde hair standing in front of the mirror.
It was late at night and we were all up but ready to go to sleep in sometime. The gossip after the showdown in the Common Room never ended, seriously. I was slowly getting bored of it.

Now here I was plopped on my bed, painting my toe nails. Fay was under the blanket already turned at her side looking at Lavender as she spoke about the Common Room showdown which Fay missed since she was at Fiona’s dorm.

I merely shrugged. What have I got to say? The night Cedric died we couldn’t sink in the fact that something like that happened. And before we could know anything more except for what Harry and Dumbledore had to say we were back home and then we all read what Prophet had to say about Dumbledore and Harry. Who was to believe what?

And Seamus has a point though. No one was there the night Cedric died. But I don’t mean Harry had got to do with the death obviously not! But there might have been some accident. But then again it’s not that I believe the Prophet but just that I am trying to look at the other side of the coin. And also maybe somehow stupidly I am hoping and praying that Dark Lord isn’t back actually.

“who shouldn’t have talked like what about Seamus’ mum?” came in a question. I just turned around from my bed and saw Hermione entering. She just returned from her patrol. She was still in her school uniform and robes.
“Harry” Lavender simply said and I saw Hermione’s eyes narrow down. I looked at Fay and then tried to get busy with my nails.
“he was having a go at her just because she and Seamus believe the Prophet” she continued, brushing her hair.
“I mean, do you seriously believe what he has to say?” Lavender questioned her comb in one hand looking at Fay then me and then Hermione. I didn’t look up as i felt her eyes on me. I merely shrugged. But from the corner of my eye I did see Hermione almost glaring at her.

“what?” Lavender flinched under her gaze.
“I mean you possibly couldn’t believe that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?” Lavender asked Hermione looking at her incredulously.
“how could that happen? He died 15 years ago. I mean people can’t come back from the dead” she said her tone had a hint of obviousness and dry humor.
“keep your big fat mouth shut Lavender” Hermione snapped.

I was sort of taken aback. Hermione isn’t a girl to speak like that. Yeah, though we three were never chums. We had a pretty cordial relation. I was so shocked and was looking at my best friend’s face I didn’t realize that Hermione had walked to her bed thrown her robes, went to get changed and was tucked in her bed with her back towards us. We are going to have quite some year…
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Have A Nice Day:-)

Hey Harita, I enjoyed the scene you portrayed to us. It's refreshing and eye opening to see other students views on the subject of if they believe Harry and Dumbledore or not. I like the way you have Parvati thinking through the entire scene being busy the whole time tending her toenails. What I really like is that she doesn't believe or disbelieve either way. She still holds out for hope that he really is dead. But still I think she kind of feels that it might be false hope. So she is inclined to think maybe there must have been an accident in the maze somehow. And who wouldn't wonder that if you think about it. Two contestants are eliminated right away, and Harry comes back crying and all bloody, holding a dead Cedric. O don't think anyone was privileged with the information that the first two were interfered with, causing the eliminations. Great writing Herita, I'll be watching for your next chapter.

I really liked this! it was so intriguing! Stupid Lavender, never liked her! and yay for Hermione! I like Parvati's stance on the whole thing, especially since I feel like that would be me in her situation! PAMSPAMSPAMS

Thanks Connie...
And that is exactly what i wanted to show from the other characters point of view...their thoughts, their hesitance, their opinions on the entire thing of return of the Dark Lord...

Thank you... And Lavender well, what can we say about her...but we can say she was also one of those I Dont Believe Harry group...
Glad you are liking it so far...

Chapter 4 Part One


“look at the time table that has been set!” Seamus moaned
Dean chuckled “yeah, Binns, double of Snape, Trelawney and Umbridge. It’s going to be a classic Monday morning”

Well I really didn’t care about the time table much. For me the day had just got interesting. Divination! Though its only one hour but come on we will get to learn something cool, Lavender however forgetting about Divination was mourning with Seamus about Binns.

Before we knew the time flew by. Though people would say the otherwise because of the very difficult potion that Snape set for us, the Draught of Peace. I rather felt that the time flew by because we were all so busy making the potion that I didn’t realize the time was up till my stomach started growling with hunger and Snape had instructed us to put up our samples for being tested. I corked and handed over my slight whitish vapor potion which he looked very disapprovingly at and waved me off. My stomach was tied in a knot. I knew it, I knew it, I had added something more than the necessary quantity!

Merlin, save me from Snape’s wrath!

And soon after lunch Lavender and I headed for Divination. We went and sat on our favorite seats, the ones right in front of Professor Trelawney’s table.
“Good Afternoon, Professor” we both chimed in and she beamed and patted my back and began with the day’s topic.

Dream Oracle. You have no idea how my eyes were shining bright. The very fact that we could interpret our dreams to mean something very worthwhile was really interesting to me. We began to read quickly.

“isn’t this cool?” Lavender asked after sometime reading the introduction to the topic and I nodded from behind my book
“obviously. I mean come on. Isn’t it very useful that we can make sense of our dreams?”

“obvious, obvious” Lavender said continuing to read.
“yeah, because so many times we just wake up and we know that the dream was senseless but in the end we just need to know what it meant or else why would have it come in our sleep right?” I said laying my book at my side as I was done with the reading of the introduction with very lightening fast speed.
I guess because as I looked around everybody was still absorbed in reading. I turned back and saw Professor coming towards us and Lavender just had finished with her reading, the only second person in the class to do so.

“So my dears, you are done reading?” Professor asked and we nodded eagerly.
“good, good. So since you are paired up why don’t you both discuss your dreams and interpret them?” she asked and we didn’t need her telling us twice as we both jumped in to discuss and interpret each other’s dreams.

Hey Harita, caught your post just before I decided to turn off SnitchSeeker. This was a very nice chapter in that I found myself in the place of the characters you were writing about. I was soooo thankful I didn't have Professor Binns and Snape when I was in school, although some of my teachers were very much like them. And then when they were discussing Divination I found I was not surprised with the way Parvati and Lavender were talking about it, yet it was so natural. Then it hit me that they loved that class and the Professor.

This was great to put in to anchor the feelings these girls had for the class, but it's just too cute because; It makes me wonder what kind of things Lavender dreams about.

Great work Harita, I'll be watching for your next.

can I just say that I LOVE HOW OFTEN YOU POST?! haha I do.

and great chapter! it's nice to read about someone LIKING divination and not hating it-raher refreshing, actually.

anyways, nice job, as usual, and PAMS.

Thanks Connie...
Your comments always encourage me so much...i am glad you are liking it and i am glad i am able to put forth the characters well enough...

Yeah, well...i am having a bit of free time so i guess i am posting it every other day...
And well, Parvati and Lavender had always liked Divinations...it has been their favorite subject...
Thanks for reading...

Here's the next post...The quotes with * are taken from the book and the movie of OoTP
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Chapter 4 Part Two


Clearly happy about the prospect of having a Dream dairy for a month as homework Lavender and I rushed for DADA.

We just entered behind Dean, Seamus and Neville.
“hey, Nev” I said and he blushed.
“hey Parvati” I chuckled patting his back we went and took our usual place of five years in the class.
As the class proceeded I knew this was going to be the most torturous DADA class ever. And I say torturous because of the way she looks, dress’s and talks.
I mean she, Professor Umbridge was making us repeat how are we supposed to wish her, answer her and more over no wands only quills and parchment. Besides that she was dressed in pink from head to toe. Now I don’t call that liking a color but obsessing with it! And her looks wise, well she has this smile on her face but there is no sweetness or kindness to that smile which one usually associates with. There was something off about it. Anyways keeping my observations aside I began reading the first chapter as instructed.

After sometime I felt Lavender sharply nudge at my ribs.
“What?”
She jerked her head towards Hermione. Ducking right in time into my book before Umbridge could spot us not reading I barely looked up to see Hermione not reading!
‘woah, she hasn’t even opened her book?’ ‘interesting’

Trying to fake reading we were eagerly waiting to see what happens next. And then it happened. It seemed that Hermione was done with her reading and she had a doubt regarding the how should I put it, the concept of the book? Now what have we, students got to do with the concept of the book is a sort of doubt I have instead of just simply studying the material the book has to provide, but this is Hermione Granger we are talking about.

Anyway I think Professor Umbridge too didn’t like Hermione’s judgment and argument and was slowly but steadily losing her patience and was coming out in her true color. And that was more pathetic than her bright pink!

Through her arguments she conveyed that this is a Ministry approved book and no matter whatsoever magic will not be used this year in DADA class all throughout!
“I have a major doubt here…Should I ask her?” I muttered to Lav.
“what doubt?”
“what should I be expecting from DADA class this year?” and she shook her head.

Harry, Ron and Hermione pointed it out to Professor that none of that made any sense because as they rightly put it is Defense Against Dark Arts, it is more of a practical subject but Umbridge took on them. She soon started blaming our professors especially our ex-DADA professors for what she calls failing standards of our school!
And the worst was when she spoke of Professor Lupin. I heard Dean, protest and so did everybody. How dare she say something like that about Professor Lupin! He was awesome, simply awesome.

‘But what is this woman aiming the course at? I mean we still have OWLs and we have practical to perform!’
‘I have to ask her…’

I raised my hand up, as per her standard protocol. Lavender looked at me surprised.
“Parvati Patil” I said as Professor asked my name.

Trying to keep my nerves down I asked “isn’t there a practical for Defense Against the Dark Arts? Aren’t we supposed to perform some defensive spells in our OWLs?” and she answered that as long as we studied our theory hard we will be able to perform the defensive spells when asked.
“Is she nuts?” said someone from behind.
‘exactly my thought’
“Without ever practicing them beforehand?”*
“Are you telling us that the first time ever we will get to do the spells will be during our exams!”* I swear I almost shouted.
This woman will make us fail our practical. I looked at Lavender and she was gaping at the very prospect of what I said.

But then everything drowned out as Harry spoke up again this time arguing about danger outside.
“What danger? There is no danger outside” she said trying to keep her voice as kind and her smile sweeter but I could feel the venom in it.
“Oh, maybe let’s see Lord Voldemort” Harry retorted
We all flinched. I don’t know why but we all did. But that pink toad didn’t and instead she took points off, from Gryffindor. What is she doing!
She spoke and Harry took it up again and argued with her to the point of earning a detention every evening for the rest of the week.

Sigh…

Have A Nice Day:-)

poor harry...and go Parvati, being all brave and such! yaayyy! PAMS

Kayquilz:... well she was always the out spoken one wasn't she?


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Chapter 5


Now back in the den all of us were busy doing our homework. Lav was busy with Snape’s essay, Seamus and Dean with Giant wars essay and I was busy practicing the Vanishing Spells.
Sigh.
“will I ever get hand over this spell, this year at all?” I plopped down on the chair. Lavender looked up and spoke
“at least you tried vanishing one of those thingies of the snail”
“yeah, and I can achieve an OWL with that” I added sarcastically and shook my head, removing my rubber band, running my fingers through my hair, my head thrown back I tied my long hair into a knot. I looked back straight only to look at Dean who was sort of staring at me.
‘what?’ I nervously patted my hair ‘was it sticking from any other embarrassingly possible way?’
“what was the reason for the Giant War?” he asked.
“huh?”
“Giant war, the reason?” he asked again. I shrugged.
“I don’t know. I was sleeping my way through the class” I added unabashedly.
“yeah, so was I” he said scratching his head with his quill.
“why don’t you ask Ron,” Neville said.
Lavender and I looked at him and a very surprised Seamus too.
“you got to be kidding me,” Lav added
“no, I guess he is right. I saw him taking down notes” Dean added. “At first I thought my sleepy eyes were deceiving me”
“I’ll be back” he said and got up to leave.
“you think that prefect thing’s gone into his head?” I asked laughing
“yeah, sure it has” Seamus added sourly.

Have A Nice Day...:-)

paha...this made me laugh! PAMS

Chapter 6


Soon it was the first weekend at Hogwarts and I had just finished writing a letter and walked out of my dorm to get to the Owlery. Lavender was sort of still asleep. Didn’t I tell you I am indeed a day person?
Well, last evening we had fun. We were at the Quidditch try out and seriously something has got into Ronald Weasley. He was there for a try out!
And how did he do? Well, Vicky and Geoffrey were better than him but then yet again he gets chosen above them. Well few would say it’s no surprise because the team already has two Weasleys and Harry; Ron’s support system but I guess Angelina knows what she is doing.Let’s hope for the best though.

Reaching the Owlery I looked for the strongest of the owls there. Ah, there he is. And why the strongest, because he has a long, long journey ahead. Sure, my house is pretty far away from Hogwarts but the destination for the owl and my letter is much farther.
“hey, come here” the owl wasn’t budging as I found one that was pretty much suitable for me.
“come here. Here let’s get you a treat” I showed him an owl treat and the silly owl swooped down for it.
“good boy. You are smart one, aren’t you? Now will you take this letter to France?”
The owl looked back at me blinking with its wide brown eyes as if understanding me.
“oh you are a smart one, I know” I patted his head.
“take this to Emmanuel Blanc please, Beauxbatons. You know that place, right?” I was sort of slightly unsure now.
‘oh but come on you have sent owls to France before in the summer. They will find their way’
“alright, alright off you go”




“where were you?” Lavender asked groggily getting up from her bed.
“just went to the Owlery” I said shrugging sitting on the edge of my bed, legs folded taking care that my shoes weren’t exactly on the bed.
“oh…”
“Oh…” her eyes grew wide as sudden realization hit her.
“it wasn’t for your parents, was it?” Lav asked and I laughed and shook my head “no, no” and I mouthed Em’s name and she squealed and that was enough to make me laugh and make Fay and Hermione who were still in bed groan and cover their ears with the pillows.





Yeah, Em, I mean Emmanuel is the Beauxbaton’s guy that I ended up my Yule Ball date with. Well, he wasn’t exactly my date but we ended dancing all through the night. It was amazing, just amazing. And then we even went on for all those Hogsmeade dates. He is really very dashing, very French gentlemanly kinds and those grey eyes. Just wow. Wait did I just?
‘Get back on ground Parvati!’
“hey you alright?” I heard a voice.
“huh?” that was Seamus.
I looked at him and then Lavender who was now chuckling, her face in the porridge bowl. I looked back at Seamus and then Dean who were sitting right opposite to me on the breakfast table.
“what?”
“you were freaking my mate out here,” Seamus continued.
“what did I do?” I asked Dean. Now this is getting embarrassing.
“oh nothing you were just staring at me. I mean you had this weird expression”
‘oh damn it! Damn you Emmanuel Blanc’
Lavender’s laughter rung through the entire Great Hall.
“shut it, will you?” I said and tried getting busy with my porridge.
“oh, just don’t worry about her. She just sent a letter to her boyfriend. She is day dreaming about him” Lavender said and I turned, I swear I must have turned into a shade of red that would clash with Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
“oh,” Dean said smiling. I barely looked up to look at him but I felt he did smile as he spoke.
“He isn’t, my boyfriend.” I clarified. I didn’t feel the reason why I should but I did.
“oh, puh-lease” Lav began.
“what? He didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend!” and Seamus chuckled
“what?”
“nothing. Who is he though?” he asked. I didn’t understand if he was really interested or feigning to be.
But before I could answer, Lavender did
“well, he is from Beauxbatons. Came here last time for the Triwizard Cup” and there was a huge O on Seamus’ face.
“but weren’t you with ” but Seamus cut short as Harry and Ron left right from behind him discussing Quidditch I guess.
“never mind” Seamus said and went back to his breakfast. I looked at Lavender who was sort of I don’t know, looking very concernedly at him and patted his hand. I looked back at Dean who watched his friend and just shrugged. Seamus still was not talking to Harry and Ron was what we got to know. However he continued to talk to Neville who is on Harry’s side.

'Boys'

awww romance! what's a good story without romance! love this chapter, and stupid seamus! at least he'll come around eventually! PAMS

Thanks...Kayquilz... I agree with you completely...

Chapter 7 Part One


The weekend dragged by at a snail’s pace and here we are sitting at our breakfast table Monday morning. And speaking of snail, I finally could vanish my snail after, loads and loads of practice but now I am having trouble with Conjuring spells. This is seriously the toughest year ever, yet.
The owls swooped by and I am eagerly waiting for someone’s letter. And there was none. Sigh.

Gasp.

“what?” I looked around and I saw Hermione worriedly looking at the Prophet.
I looked around and Neville pointed the paper to me. Quickly grabbing his paper Lav, Dean, Seamus, Neville and I poured over it.

“Dolores Umbridge first ever Hogwarts, High Inquisitor!” Dean read the headlines.
“the ministry is barking mad!” I said

We continued to read the crap what the Prophet printed. But this certainly wasn't crap. It was a solid piece of news because I just looked up at the staff table and met with a rather satisfied and very pleased looking pink toad!

Going back to reading
“immediate success in revolutionizing teaching of DADA ?” Dean said incredulously.
A few lines later
“falling standards of Hogwarts!” now Seamus was certainly shocked.
“well, inclusion of Umbridge as a professor is indication of falling standards of Hogwarts” Neville murmured. We nodded in agreement.

“this says the teachers will be inspected” Lavender barely murmured
“oh yeah why wouldn’t she be delighted to accept the offer!” I spat looking up at the toad again who was now surely taking the buzzing reaction from the entire school and quite enjoying it.
Continuing to read I couldn’t help but snort at Mr. Malfoy’s lines which indicated our third year incident of Malfoy junior with a hippogriff.
Well Draco was dumb enough to try and act over smart with those creatures. I say he deserved what he got. What is Mr. Malfoy crying over then?

“they are having a go at Professor Lupin again” Dean said his hands up in air frustratingly.
“and Hagrid” Neville muttered. “I bet Umbridge made sure Prophet put their names” Dean hissed.
“and they haven’t spared Headmaster, either” I muttered.

We all looked up at each other. Seamus leant back as if not wanting to be any part of the discussion.
‘don’t tell me, he is fine with Umbridge breathing down our professors necks!’

Padma and I were right, Cornelius Fudge is a prick!


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Hey Harita, look who's finally commenting. I've been keeping up, just haven't been able to comment. I want to say how happy I am to read your ff. I love how you mention the trio or any of the three to stay attached to the original story, but you have the lives of the other occupants of Hogwarts, mainly Gryffindor.

Isn't it funny how Seamus seems to be disbelieving of the injustices of the Ministry and the Toad professor, but refuses to budge on his moms thoughts about Dumbledore and Harry.

I loved this part; This shows how the others felt about the Weasleys and Harry being chosen for the team above everyone else, then when Ron tries out he is chosen above two others. What they don't understand is that the others were more interested in their clubs than making it to practices. But then Parvati has faith in the end that Angelina knows what she is doing. I bet the pink toad manipulated Fudge into thinking they need the position and she would be perfect for the job.

I wonder if part of his problem is that he was wanting to be prefect. After all, how many years in a row has the prefect badge been worn by a Weasley?

Great writing Harita. I'll be watching for your next.