I've never really written fanfiction before, except for one pathetic attempt that I never finished.
It was pretty bad, so I'm hoping to redeem myself with this one. This story will focus more on
character interaction then the whole magical universe, so this won't be another "Harry Potter and
Blah Blah Blah" adventure story. I love the characters J.K.R. has created, and since she doesn't
have the time to explore their minds in depth (what with having to write all those intricate plotlines)
I decided to delve into them myself. Hopefully, it'll all work out.
Obviously, I'd like reviews just to let me know how I'm doing, so if you feel up to it I'd be much
obliged. Well I guess that's about it, sorry for rambling on. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer-Not mine. Make up your own clever jokes, I'm much too lazy.
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She sat in a corner, no more substantial then a shadow, invisible to any save
those who made a conscious effort to see her.
For the whole of her short life she had honed her inborn talent for blending in,
patiently practicing every minute of everyday. Eventually, her skill for going
unnoticed became so great that she found that if she sat just still and silently enough
that she would quickly pass from the minds of any one near her. In essence, she disappeared.
No one in the room noticed her now. It wasn't that she didn't have any friends.
It wasn't that she wasn't likeable. It was that she was so close to
invisible that when one of her peers glanced around the room,
their eyes slid over her like they would slide over a couch or a lamp.
She sat in complete silence. Not even the barest rustle of cheap, imitation silk
on cheap, imitation silk betrayed her presence or impaired her hearingShe knew that listening to
those around you was one of the greatest benefits of rendering yourself unseeable.
She liked it this way the best. If no one could see you, then they couldn't
keep any secrets. They wouldn't put on the masks they put on for their friends,
they wouldn't say things that weren't entirely true just to escape an
uncomfortable situation. She had learned so many things about people that no one
else knew, just by sitting in her self-induced Invisibility Cloak.
For example, Parvati sitting over there by the fireplace was in love with Dean who was
sitting by the chessboard on the opposite side of the room. He loved her too,
but they weren't going to tell anyone just yet. It was a secret that she shared with them.
She watched and listened when everyone else was too busy in their own little worlds and she
became a part of everything, every secret joy, every secret sorrow. The broken promises, the
premeditated surprises...she knew about them all, even if no one ever guessed it.
Little things. Everyday, common things that anyone could piece together if
they could be as impalpable as she had trained herself to be. But they couldn't
and that is what she clung to. In a family where there was no skill, attribute
or personality left to claim for her own, she had learned to be invisible.
With a slight sense of satisfaction, accompanied by the ever present bitter ache in her heart,
Ginny Weasley ghosted out of the common room and walked the halls of the castle preoccupied with
her own thoughts and unseen by almost every eye.
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He slumped in the chair, a perfect porcelain statue of a person complete with painted on emotions
and an attitude that over compensated for any lack of sincerity. Inside that flawless shell hunched
another figure, tortured and afraid, the security he had in himself slowly being eaten away by an ever
growing doubt. Had anyone seen the thoughts behind that masterful facade they would have been surprised
that the boy wasn't gibbering with terror.
But that was not his way. Ever since birth, he had been taught to bury pain and pleasure alike, as they impaired judgment and clarity equally. Love was also forbidden, it made you weak. Hate, though...
hate and jealousy were tools. If they were not carefully crafted they could be dangerous...but in the
right hands they were useful and powerful weapons.
Every mind in the room was focused on him. Oh, they could play at having private conversations or
make tasteless jokes that were accompanied by hollow laughter, but he saw how all their eyes
flickered to him, how they licked their lips nervously when he met their gaze. It was what he
wanted, what he had been trained to do. To wield power, you must command the fear and attention of
those who would follow you. The facade felt satisfied. The boy underneath wanted to hide his face
and slink out of the room.
He sat in silence. Silence was one of the more useful skills that he had learned. If they didn't
know what you were thinking, their imaginations would supply something infinitely more genius and
intimidating. Unfortunately though, silence also allowed him time to think. Lately, thinking was not
something he enjoyed. When he thought, strange ideas floated into his head and made him lose the
usually unshakable control he had over his emotions.
He liked it this way the most. Or, he had. But now he felt that ever present panic welling up
painfully close to the surface before he barely stamped it back down. The silence ringing in his
ears was overwhelming and he felt like he was struggling for air. He could feel his control slipping,
feel his pretense shattering and he knew he needed to get out. Without a word and with the last of
his self control he stood and walked sedately to the entrance of the common room and stepped through
the threshold. And when he was alone, Draco Malfoy let out a cry that a dragon would weep to hear.
It was pretty bad, so I'm hoping to redeem myself with this one. This story will focus more on
character interaction then the whole magical universe, so this won't be another "Harry Potter and
Blah Blah Blah" adventure story. I love the characters J.K.R. has created, and since she doesn't
have the time to explore their minds in depth (what with having to write all those intricate plotlines)
I decided to delve into them myself. Hopefully, it'll all work out.
Obviously, I'd like reviews just to let me know how I'm doing, so if you feel up to it I'd be much
obliged. Well I guess that's about it, sorry for rambling on. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer-Not mine. Make up your own clever jokes, I'm much too lazy.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
She sat in a corner, no more substantial then a shadow, invisible to any save
those who made a conscious effort to see her.
For the whole of her short life she had honed her inborn talent for blending in,
patiently practicing every minute of everyday. Eventually, her skill for going
unnoticed became so great that she found that if she sat just still and silently enough
that she would quickly pass from the minds of any one near her. In essence, she disappeared.
No one in the room noticed her now. It wasn't that she didn't have any friends.
It wasn't that she wasn't likeable. It was that she was so close to
invisible that when one of her peers glanced around the room,
their eyes slid over her like they would slide over a couch or a lamp.
She sat in complete silence. Not even the barest rustle of cheap, imitation silk
on cheap, imitation silk betrayed her presence or impaired her hearingShe knew that listening to
those around you was one of the greatest benefits of rendering yourself unseeable.
She liked it this way the best. If no one could see you, then they couldn't
keep any secrets. They wouldn't put on the masks they put on for their friends,
they wouldn't say things that weren't entirely true just to escape an
uncomfortable situation. She had learned so many things about people that no one
else knew, just by sitting in her self-induced Invisibility Cloak.
For example, Parvati sitting over there by the fireplace was in love with Dean who was
sitting by the chessboard on the opposite side of the room. He loved her too,
but they weren't going to tell anyone just yet. It was a secret that she shared with them.
She watched and listened when everyone else was too busy in their own little worlds and she
became a part of everything, every secret joy, every secret sorrow. The broken promises, the
premeditated surprises...she knew about them all, even if no one ever guessed it.
Little things. Everyday, common things that anyone could piece together if
they could be as impalpable as she had trained herself to be. But they couldn't
and that is what she clung to. In a family where there was no skill, attribute
or personality left to claim for her own, she had learned to be invisible.
With a slight sense of satisfaction, accompanied by the ever present bitter ache in her heart,
Ginny Weasley ghosted out of the common room and walked the halls of the castle preoccupied with
her own thoughts and unseen by almost every eye.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
He slumped in the chair, a perfect porcelain statue of a person complete with painted on emotions
and an attitude that over compensated for any lack of sincerity. Inside that flawless shell hunched
another figure, tortured and afraid, the security he had in himself slowly being eaten away by an ever
growing doubt. Had anyone seen the thoughts behind that masterful facade they would have been surprised
that the boy wasn't gibbering with terror.
But that was not his way. Ever since birth, he had been taught to bury pain and pleasure alike, as they impaired judgment and clarity equally. Love was also forbidden, it made you weak. Hate, though...
hate and jealousy were tools. If they were not carefully crafted they could be dangerous...but in the
right hands they were useful and powerful weapons.
Every mind in the room was focused on him. Oh, they could play at having private conversations or
make tasteless jokes that were accompanied by hollow laughter, but he saw how all their eyes
flickered to him, how they licked their lips nervously when he met their gaze. It was what he
wanted, what he had been trained to do. To wield power, you must command the fear and attention of
those who would follow you. The facade felt satisfied. The boy underneath wanted to hide his face
and slink out of the room.
He sat in silence. Silence was one of the more useful skills that he had learned. If they didn't
know what you were thinking, their imaginations would supply something infinitely more genius and
intimidating. Unfortunately though, silence also allowed him time to think. Lately, thinking was not
something he enjoyed. When he thought, strange ideas floated into his head and made him lose the
usually unshakable control he had over his emotions.
He liked it this way the most. Or, he had. But now he felt that ever present panic welling up
painfully close to the surface before he barely stamped it back down. The silence ringing in his
ears was overwhelming and he felt like he was struggling for air. He could feel his control slipping,
feel his pretense shattering and he knew he needed to get out. Without a word and with the last of
his self control he stood and walked sedately to the entrance of the common room and stepped through
the threshold. And when he was alone, Draco Malfoy let out a cry that a dragon would weep to hear.