Post by Zoe on Feb 14, 2012 14:26:34 GMT -8
Title: Valentine's Plans and Moaning Myrtle
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 591
Warnings (if any): AU-ish, there will be differences from canon. Sexually suggestive phrase at the end.
Summary: Harry has never liked the holidays, and Valentine's Day is no exception.
AN: Please excuse any mistakes, this was super rushed and is unedited lol.
Harry Potter had never enjoyed the holidays, and that wasn’t just restricted to summer holidays. No, he had never enjoyed any holidays growing up. Christmas, Easter, Halloween… he had never had much cause to celebrate. And who could blame him? After all growing up with the Dursleys hardly left you with warm fuzzy feelings about the holidays.
Valentine’s Day was no exception to this. Sure, he had been at Hogwarts for a few years now and had a few pleasant Christmases and Easters. But that luck didn’t seem to hold out for Valentine’s Day. Each year was worse than the one before it. His first year had been relatively disaster free. His second year had been slightly worse with that singing Valentine and Lockheart’s dwarves.
Things had just escalated from that point. In his third year he had received several singing valentines, each one trying to outdo the other and all of them trying to surpass Ginny’s from the year before. They certainly succeeded, and Harry had landed himself in the Hospital Wing with a concussion from trying to escape them.
His fourth year had been worse still. He had received triple the amount of singing Valentines to the year before, as well as receiving quite a bit of anti-valentine’s day cards from supporters of Cedric Diggory. To make matters worse he had to watch the girl he liked going out with another guy, and he had been hounded by the press. He had landed himself in the Hospital Wing that year too.
His fifth year had perhaps been the worst yet. Not only had he had the disastrous date with Cho Chang, but he had also had to deal with detention with Umbridge, hate mail from people that believed him to be an attention seeker, as well as the usual influx of singing valentines. All in all he hadn’t had much luck on Valentine’s Day. But this year that was all going to change. He had a plan.
The plan was simple, go to the one place where nobody would be able to find him. The Chamber of Secrets. Harry thought this would make the perfect, if depressing, place since he was the only one that would be able to open it. He was going to avoid Romilda Vane and her love potions at all costs. He would completely avoid all the singing valentines, hate mail, and rather alarming fan mail from older witches and wizards proclaiming their love. He would not get mobbed this year; he would not end up in the hospital wing. Everything would be perfect.
Things had gone quite smoothly too. He got up at the crack of dawn and managed to make it into the Chamber of secrets before anyone was able to get to him. But of course being Harry Potter meant that nothing could ever work out the way he wanted it too. So, it wasn’t until Harry was already in the closed chamber that he realized that he didn’t have a way out. To make matters worse Myrtle had followed him down.
He was going to be stuck in the Chamber of Secrets alone with Moaning Myrtle, all day. Possibly longer, depending on how long it took him to convince Myrtle to go for help, or for someone to realize where he was. This perfect Valentine’s Day could not possibly get any worse.
“Oh Harry, why don’t you come over here and sit with me? I can show you why they really called me moaning Myrtle…”
Clearly he had spoken too soon.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 591
Warnings (if any): AU-ish, there will be differences from canon. Sexually suggestive phrase at the end.
Summary: Harry has never liked the holidays, and Valentine's Day is no exception.
AN: Please excuse any mistakes, this was super rushed and is unedited lol.
Harry Potter had never enjoyed the holidays, and that wasn’t just restricted to summer holidays. No, he had never enjoyed any holidays growing up. Christmas, Easter, Halloween… he had never had much cause to celebrate. And who could blame him? After all growing up with the Dursleys hardly left you with warm fuzzy feelings about the holidays.
Valentine’s Day was no exception to this. Sure, he had been at Hogwarts for a few years now and had a few pleasant Christmases and Easters. But that luck didn’t seem to hold out for Valentine’s Day. Each year was worse than the one before it. His first year had been relatively disaster free. His second year had been slightly worse with that singing Valentine and Lockheart’s dwarves.
Things had just escalated from that point. In his third year he had received several singing valentines, each one trying to outdo the other and all of them trying to surpass Ginny’s from the year before. They certainly succeeded, and Harry had landed himself in the Hospital Wing with a concussion from trying to escape them.
His fourth year had been worse still. He had received triple the amount of singing Valentines to the year before, as well as receiving quite a bit of anti-valentine’s day cards from supporters of Cedric Diggory. To make matters worse he had to watch the girl he liked going out with another guy, and he had been hounded by the press. He had landed himself in the Hospital Wing that year too.
His fifth year had perhaps been the worst yet. Not only had he had the disastrous date with Cho Chang, but he had also had to deal with detention with Umbridge, hate mail from people that believed him to be an attention seeker, as well as the usual influx of singing valentines. All in all he hadn’t had much luck on Valentine’s Day. But this year that was all going to change. He had a plan.
The plan was simple, go to the one place where nobody would be able to find him. The Chamber of Secrets. Harry thought this would make the perfect, if depressing, place since he was the only one that would be able to open it. He was going to avoid Romilda Vane and her love potions at all costs. He would completely avoid all the singing valentines, hate mail, and rather alarming fan mail from older witches and wizards proclaiming their love. He would not get mobbed this year; he would not end up in the hospital wing. Everything would be perfect.
Things had gone quite smoothly too. He got up at the crack of dawn and managed to make it into the Chamber of secrets before anyone was able to get to him. But of course being Harry Potter meant that nothing could ever work out the way he wanted it too. So, it wasn’t until Harry was already in the closed chamber that he realized that he didn’t have a way out. To make matters worse Myrtle had followed him down.
He was going to be stuck in the Chamber of Secrets alone with Moaning Myrtle, all day. Possibly longer, depending on how long it took him to convince Myrtle to go for help, or for someone to realize where he was. This perfect Valentine’s Day could not possibly get any worse.
“Oh Harry, why don’t you come over here and sit with me? I can show you why they really called me moaning Myrtle…”
Clearly he had spoken too soon.