Never the Same, Pt. 2 (PG-13; Pansy, Goyle)
Written for the auswitchathon challenge. This is EXTREMELY AU but a lot of fun. (also used 76 - Harry for potterverse100)
Title: Never the Same
Part One
II.
By the end of that first night, there were three dazed and confused students huddled in the Gryffindor Common Room. Pansy had long since given up telling anyone and everyone that she looked horrid in red and was huddled in the corner of the couch, several tear tracks evident in the firelight.
Greg looked between her and Harry, wondering once again if this was a dream… or nightmare, really and he was really still on the train. If this wasn’t a dream… or a nightmare, he wasn’t looking forward to the owl he was bound to get from his father. That was one man who would not be happy with this result.
Now that he had time to think about it, Greg wasn’t as worried about being separated from Draco. The hat had said, “You yearn to break free from the past that binds you to the future. Are you strong enough to yank the links from this chain to start your own?” He had nodded his head ever so slightly, eager to hear more of this type of talk.
“Why are you down here?” Pansy asked Harry in that snide voice of hers. She never sounded happy, only stressed and irritated. “We lost out on our birthright tonight. What did you lose?”
“My friends. My only friends. I’ve never had friends before.” Harry’s hands flexed into fists and then lay flat again.
Greg felt obligated to calm him down, shrugging his broad shoulders even though it made his robe pinch. “Friends aren’t that great.”
“He’s right,” Pansy said, a little less irritated but still very stressed. “I’ve never had a friend I couldn’t leave behind at a moments notice. They’re usually ready to backstab you anyway.”
Harry looked confused, an emotion Greg knew well. His father liked to use big words to explain things to him, the same ones that Draco used from time to time. If he thought about it for a while, he could figure out what they were talking about. That’s why he’d always stuck close to Vincent. Their conversations were always full of short words and shorter sentences. Crabbe wasn’t a good friend, though. He was always eager to get ahead, telling Draco everything he and Greg had discussed if he thought it would help him out.
Who would Harry tell if Greg told him things? He didn’t have any friends… and absolutely no connections to Draco and the other Slytherins. Except for Pansy.
“We should go up to our room,” Greg said as he pushed himself out of his chair. This was what he did best. He remembered things. “I think there’s a curfew or something.”
“I don’t care.” Pansy huddled in even more on herself, becoming no bigger than the pillow beside her.
He followed Harry up the stairs to their dorm room, not bothering to look behind him at Pansy. She was the one thing that threatened to blow this all to shreds. He didn’t need her. He had a friend now.
~~~
Onto Part Three...
Title: Never the Same
Part One
II.
By the end of that first night, there were three dazed and confused students huddled in the Gryffindor Common Room. Pansy had long since given up telling anyone and everyone that she looked horrid in red and was huddled in the corner of the couch, several tear tracks evident in the firelight.
Greg looked between her and Harry, wondering once again if this was a dream… or nightmare, really and he was really still on the train. If this wasn’t a dream… or a nightmare, he wasn’t looking forward to the owl he was bound to get from his father. That was one man who would not be happy with this result.
Now that he had time to think about it, Greg wasn’t as worried about being separated from Draco. The hat had said, “You yearn to break free from the past that binds you to the future. Are you strong enough to yank the links from this chain to start your own?” He had nodded his head ever so slightly, eager to hear more of this type of talk.
“Why are you down here?” Pansy asked Harry in that snide voice of hers. She never sounded happy, only stressed and irritated. “We lost out on our birthright tonight. What did you lose?”
“My friends. My only friends. I’ve never had friends before.” Harry’s hands flexed into fists and then lay flat again.
Greg felt obligated to calm him down, shrugging his broad shoulders even though it made his robe pinch. “Friends aren’t that great.”
“He’s right,” Pansy said, a little less irritated but still very stressed. “I’ve never had a friend I couldn’t leave behind at a moments notice. They’re usually ready to backstab you anyway.”
Harry looked confused, an emotion Greg knew well. His father liked to use big words to explain things to him, the same ones that Draco used from time to time. If he thought about it for a while, he could figure out what they were talking about. That’s why he’d always stuck close to Vincent. Their conversations were always full of short words and shorter sentences. Crabbe wasn’t a good friend, though. He was always eager to get ahead, telling Draco everything he and Greg had discussed if he thought it would help him out.
Who would Harry tell if Greg told him things? He didn’t have any friends… and absolutely no connections to Draco and the other Slytherins. Except for Pansy.
“We should go up to our room,” Greg said as he pushed himself out of his chair. This was what he did best. He remembered things. “I think there’s a curfew or something.”
“I don’t care.” Pansy huddled in even more on herself, becoming no bigger than the pillow beside her.
He followed Harry up the stairs to their dorm room, not bothering to look behind him at Pansy. She was the one thing that threatened to blow this all to shreds. He didn’t need her. He had a friend now.
~~~
Onto Part Three...