Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ werewolf chronicles: Chamber of Secrets ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 8 )

NOTES: First off, I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any sort of profit off this work - the world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling!

 

Second, this will follow closely to the original plot J.K. has laid down in her books but the whole story is told from the view point of my own original character! So events and occasions will be slightly altered to fit my character into the picture! Thus the `alternate universe' genre.

 

Now then, boring stuff:

 

Rating: Appropriate for all ages

Spoilers: The Chamber of Secrets (duh)

 

 

 

Chapter Seven: The Boy Who Lived

 

Renee walked down the hall with a slight spring in her step, humming happily to herself as the books in her arms bounced slightly with each step she took. She was earning some rather strange glances from the other students passing her by, but she ignored them; she was far too happy to worry about them and what they thought.

She had hard time convincing Madam Pince - the school librarian, and rather nasty, strict woman - to let Renee take out as many books as she did. Madam Pince was a thin, vulture-like woman, and cling to the books in the library like an overbearing mother would to her precious child. Renee dubbed her as the `overbearing guardian' of all books.

The past first week had been the best time Renee ever had in her life; true the first few days were not exactly her best times, but it seemed after her first flying lessons, things were looking up. And to add on top of it, it seemed her little - `daring' feat on the broom had most of the school abuzz; she had several students already come up to her to pat her on the back.

Though the most eventful meeting would have to be when Roger Davies - the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team - came up to her in the corridors, just the day after. He seemed very eager to talk to Renee.

`You're Lockwood? Renee Lockwood?' Renee looked at him surprised, before nodding her head.

`Y-yeah. And you're -?'

`Roger Davies - captain of Ravenclaw's team.'

`We have a team?'

`Quidditch, you know! Matches haven't started yet though.' Renee blinked at him, before she nodded her head in acknowledgement. She remembered filing away a question about quidditch when Dumbledore had mentioned it after the banquet the first night. Roger leaned in to whisper, glancing about the hall.

`How would you like to come to our practices and get a feel of the game?'

`Um, I-I don't know how to play. I've never heard of it before.'

`No problem - we can teach the basics in practice, and - look,' He leaned in closer, lowering his voice even more. `I'm not really suppose to do this, but - depending on your skills - consider yourself on the reserve list!' Renee blinked at him; just what did he mean by that. Roger could see her confused expression, straightening himself up.

`Well - you're suppose to go through try-outs and all, but come to practice next week, see what you think, alright?' He patted her on the shoulder, before heading off; Renee simply stood there, blinking after him. She supposed she would have to go to the practice next week - just to check it out. Who knows - maybe she would like this quidditch.

 

A huge smile came to Renee's face - she had always dreamed of visiting the surface world, but had never imagined actually living here (even if it was only about a year), let alone learn magic (although it is not forbidden, it was discouraged in the clan). Renee closed her eyes and turned around the corner, the books bouncing happily in her arms, and then - BAM! Renee yelped as the books went flying out of her arms as she fell back to the floor. She clenched her teeth at the slight pain from the fall, slowly pushing herself up to a sitting position; the person she bumped into sounded panicked.

`Ah! I'm so sorry! Are you - all right?' Renee reached to pull her bangs out of her face, pushing her large, round glasses up as they had slipped down her tiny nose during the collision.

`Y-yeah, I'm fine. Are you …' Renee looked up at the boy she bumped into, pausing mid sentence as she stared eye to eye with him. She looked up at him in surprise - he had black hair that stuck up characteristically at the back of his head (she wondered if it ever laid flat); he was a little on the thin side, with a round face and smaller round shaped glasses, hanging on an angle on his nose. But what caught Renee's attention the most, was his startling bright green eyes, staring back at her wide in shock.

It was him - it was the boy from her `crashing' dream, as she called it. She had come close to crashing into him so many times in her dreams she had practically memorised his face. The boy looked at her uncertain, holding his hands up unsure.

`Um - are you sure you're really all right?' He asked; Renee snapped her head up, and nodded, tilting her head down as a slight blush appeared on her face. She began to gather up the books, avoiding looking into his eyes; much to her surprise, he began helping picking up the books too.

Renee risked a look up, taking a better glance at him. He was exactly like the boy from her dream, only - she blinked. She noticed the lightening shaped scar just barely visible under the fringe of his hair. She didn't remember the boy in her dream having a scar like that. Renee stood up, books in her arms, and the boy stood up and piled the few he had picked up on to the pile.

`Um - t-thank you.' Renee managed to squeak out, not daring to look at him in the eyes.

`You're welcome.' He replied and then walked past her to continue down the hall. Renee stood rooted to the spot, staring at the ground in front of her, before slowly turning her head to watch the boy's retreating back. Who … who was that? Renee thought to herself; her heart was beating hard against her chest.

`… why …?' She questioned softly to herself, `… what is this - feeling …?' Renee stood there with the books in her arms for several minutes, till she finally remembered how to use her feet and continued on back to the Ravenclaw common room to settle down with her books. Though she highly doubt she'd be able to start any reading today.

 

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It seemed after her encounter with that boy, he was appearing everywhere in Renee's path. When he was walking down the corridors by himself, he always seemed in a hurry - like he was avoiding someone; and if he wasn't alone, he was usually found in the company of a redheaded, freckle-face boy (Renee remembered him as being the one who got the howler), and a girl with a bush of curly brown hair.

Her curiosity was burning, and she began questioning the Patil sisters and Lavender about him. They were quite surprised she had never heard of him before.

`You don't know? He's practically the most famous wizard in the magical world!' Lavender exclaimed.

`Well - I've never heard of him. I lived in a pretty isolated life before coming here; afraid I don't get much news.' Renee retorted; living in the underground, she hardly knew anything that was going on in the surface world - and that was with the muggle world.

`His name is Harry Potter - and when he was just a baby, he somehow got rid of - You-Know-Who!' Padma was bouncing in her seat; was Harry Potter really that great of a wizard?

`You-Know-Who? Who are you talking about?' Renee asked; all three of them shivered.

`No one dares to speak his name. He was a wizard said to be so dark and evil, he wasn't seen as even being human!' Parvati explained. Renee sighed inwardly to herself; it seemed a bit silly to be afraid of a name.

`Anyways - no one knows what happened, but Harry is known as `the boy who lived' because they say You-Know-Who was planning to kill him that night! But he survived - and You-Know-Who has never been seen since! Many believe he's gone for good now, and-' Renee only half listened to rest after that, her mind going into deep thought.

So that was the story - Harry Potter, `the boy who lived', a mere baby had somehow bought about the down fall of one of the most feared dark wizards in history.

Renee walked to the rest of her classes with her head in the clouds; she knew nothing about Harry's past or the incredible history that hung over his name. She was curious - and slightly … intrigued? She smacked herself mentally in the head - he was a person, not an object she could poke and stare at.

She put a hand over her chest - her heart was beginning to beat fast. She was only curious about him, about his history that everyone else seem to know better than she did - it was okay to be a little curious about a famous person.

… So what was this strange feeling rising in her chest just from thinking about him?

 

Chapter Seven End