Sight of You

 

 

 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction I created for you to read and for my love of the series using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. I own nothing but my own character, Cordelia, even though I wished so hard I did own Harry Potter. Now, that would be something, wouldn't it? 

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As the sound of the bustling Great Hall filled my ear drums, I found it very frustrating to concentrate; of course, I was still baffled since day one the sorting hat had placed me in the respectively witty house of Ravenclaw.

 

The colors of bronze and blue were done to shame, I always thought, when I wore them down the corridors on the way to class. Even more so, with the open Arithmancy book in front of me with it's numbers and charts mocking my every attempt to try and complete my homework assignment, I felt defeat. How could I have accidentally, and stupidly, asked for this class instead of Ancient Runes like I wanted? How could a Ravenclaw confuse Arithmancy with Ancient Runes, for Merlin's sake!

 

Again, I rest my case as to why I so desperately question how was placed in Ravenclaw house. Sighing heavily, I flipped another page unenthusiastically before biting my lip. There was no way in hobgoblin hell I was ever getting this homework done when I didn't understand any of it!

 

Glancing around my pale blue orbs searched nervously. Perhaps I could ask one of my fellow Ravenclaws for help? Hah! At that theory, I was practically yanking my own wand; despite my house being known for their multitude of intelligence I highly doubted their determination for being competitive would let them help another house member, rarely, that is. On the other hand, I could ask Luna Lovegood, but she was nowhere to be seen at her usual spot eating pudding happily with a copy of The Quibbler.

 

'Damn.'

 

All hope was lost, that is, until I spotted a familiar jungle of bushy brown hair at the Gryffindor table; as I suspected, Hermione Granger had her nose in a book, of course. That didn't surprise me one bit; being in Gryffindor, the other girl sure seemed to enjoy her studies. For a moment I though fairly that myself and the know-it-all should switch places, you know? It would be perfect. Granger in Ravenclaw, where the superior of mind pretty much breed, and then me, in Gryffindor, because why the hell not? I was brave when I wanted to be and I wasn't afraid to defy some rules now in then.

 

 

Though, the more I thought about it, did I really belong in any of the houses? Pushing that thought to the side for later inspection, my eyes landed on Granger again. Would she be willing to help me with this godawful class I'd so idiotically placed myself in? Granger did have the highest marks among most of the students, that was undeniable, especially among my own house. What exactly did I have to lose?

 

Well, actually, I had a lot to lose. Like my lunch, for instance. Which wasn't much but a few sips of pumpkin juice and a blueberry muffin. For, low and behold, the idol of my silly affections sat on the left side of Granger, whilst Ron Weasley was in his place on the right stuffing every possible morsel into his already full mouth of chicken, staring at his plate somewhat in a bored stupor.

 

Harry Potter.

 

I sucked in my breath for the moment; as much as I wanted to ask for Granger's intellect on how to get this homework done could I also risk lurching up what I just ate in front of them? Especially Potter? Galloping gargoyles, no!

 

How could I possibly explain in discreet terms on how I felt about the Boy Who Lived? Tough pixies, because I don't know how to! Whenever I'm around the damn boy I start sweating profusely, I always mumble and speak like I drank a case of Babbling Beverage, my heart goes loopy, I want to sing, and all of these other ridiculous side effects that render me helpless!

 

 

Did I love Potter? Yes. Maybe? I think I did but I suppose what kept me from believing I truly did was because, well, what am I worth to him? He was a golden boy of sorts; a unicorn, if you will, in my eyes. Wait, have I gone daft? Did I just impose Potter is a unicorn in my sights? What was I? A giddy princess?

 

No! I am Cordelia Hale and I am stupid for Harry James Potter, who will in fact probably never notice me because I'm just a lowly Ravenclaw fifth year whose gone mad with infatuation, though I wasn't ashamed of my affections. I was more ashamed for Harry to even capture my attention. Me, of all people, when he could have Cho Chang, who was in my own house. She was pretty much a hot commodity for boys of all ages in our lovely school, despite her recent affections towards Cedric Diggory, God rest his soul, because I actually liked the chap.

 

Of course, I'd only spoken with him on a few occasions but from my opinion, he was an outstanding guy and didn't deserve what fate he was given. Lord, I sound like Trelawney with this fate stuff! Of course, I'm sure Potter felt more in depth about it then anyone; he was there.

 

Anyway, with the lovely Cho Chang as a rival, I hardly stood a chance. It was rumor she'd captured Potter's affections and of course, after losing Cedric, she latched on the nearest relationship that came her way and that was with Potter. They weren't an item per say, but, they had kissed and gawked at each other quite a lot. That was proof enough wasn't it?

 

Perhaps my feelings for Potter would forever be hidden. Besides, it was better for both of us.

 

My problem still stood though; standing up from my table slowly, I stared down at my worn out trainers. I felt at this point that my stomach would fall out of my arse because once I turned around and strode toward their table, there would be no turning back!

 

Swallowing thickly, I reached up; my short hair was uncombed and the purple dye I'd tried to spice it up with from it's original boring brown color, was beginning to fade terribly. Gee, I was lovely. Turning my head, I breathed in and breathed out.

 

 

Here it goes.

 

With a slow stride, after gathering my things, I began to walk toward the Golden Trio's table, a few heads looking up as I approached nervously.

 

 

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Author's Note: Cliffhanger on the first chapter? Yay! Anyway, I had fun writing this! There will be more chapters to come and I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! Please, if you have any ideas you want to share or add, message me! I'd love to hear them. Awaiting your feedback!

 

- V.