_scarhead_ (_scarhead_) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2017-01-11 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny potter, harry potter |
Who | Harry and Ginny
When | Tuesday Evening, After this.
Where | The Pitch ... then prob somewhere with heat ... cause it's January.
What | Processing ... or Ignoring. 50/50 chance.
Status | Thread. Incomplete.
Rating | Not low? He might swear. lol. He's a rebel.
Harry didn't know what he was planning on doing when he'd stalked out to the pitch. He hadn't been too concerned about the cold .. at least until he had stepped out the front doors and been hit in the face by the frigid wind that blew across the grounds. Somehow, this only irritated him further. Even the weather, it seemed, hated this place. Casting a warming charm on his jacket, Harry headed for the only place on the grounds that was likely to offer him enough of a distraction to work off some of the tension coursing through him.
Maybe.
Grabbing a random broom from the broom shed and a practice snitch, Harry set it loose and kicked off into the air. Immediately, he shot upward. He missed his own broom. His borrowed broom didn't come close, but beggars really couldn't be choosers. It would serve it's purpose even if it was slower than he wanted to admit. After enough time had passed, Harry focused all of his attention on finding the snitch. If he spent enough time doing that, perhaps it would drive out some of the darker thoughts and memories that kept creeping up from whatever corner of his mind he'd shoved them.
It was no use, of course. Without the pressure of an opposing team, it wasn't enough to distract him. Even with the cold weather, it barely took any concentration to locate the snitch. Within minutes he had it wrapped in his fingers again. Glowering at the little ball for a moment, he sighed and tossed it out into the wind again. It could flutter off for all he cared.
Without a much needed distraction, his attention gradually shifted back to the real problem at hand. Tom Riddle. Voldemort. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Call him whatever the hell you will, he wasn't suppose to exist anymore. He didn't deserve to exist anymore. He'd caused far too much harm to be granted that opportunity, but clearly Delphine didn't care about that. It was a slap in the face to everyone there who had suffered because of him. Just because you slapped an innocent looking face on it, didn't make it alright.
Then to complicate matters, what was the first thing anyone did about it? Tell him about Magic and teach him who he is. Hell, they'd even sent Albus to handle the situation ... which had definitely worked out well for them the last time. Of all the people Delphine could have pulled to the Island, this was the one person who should have never been allowed.
The fact that he was just a child only complicated the entire situation. further. Even if they wanted to, what were they suppose to do about it? Lock the kid up? That, he assumed, was exactly what Delphine had wanted when she'd decided to bring him in as a child. Grumbling, a flash of gold caught his eye and he went after, more reflex than any real focus.