Harry Potter Fan

Sarah had decided to wonder around and try to find Ginny because it was the next night and she had forgot where they were supose to meet.

"Man why am I always forgeting things." Sarah siad as she walks into the wall.

"Ouch that really hurts I'm so clumse." Sarah then diecided to sit there and wait before she tried to find the room some more.

Fortunatly for Sarah, Ginny was comming her way. She was comming in from outside, so naturally she still had her cloak on over her dark blue hoodie and jeans.

"It's deathly cold out..."she muttered to herself, rubbing her arms to try and warm them up. She came around a cornor and paused.

Didn't she know that girl? Oh yeah, from the Hospital Wing. Her name was...Sarah.

Sarah looked up because she heard someone talking but was not sure who it was. She then looked up and saw the cloaked figure and started to wornder who it was.

"Who are you. I'm sort of last looking for a teacher and I'm lost. I hate this turning stairs." Sarah said looking up and the figure. Sarah had been crying because she was lost and hated being alone in the castle alone at dark.

Ginny pulled her cloak off and stared at the girl, trying to remember something about her. Didn't she tell the girl something? She shrugged and looked the girl in the eyes.

"Which teacher are you looking for? I'll take you to their office." She told her, still troubled by what she couldn't remember.

"I'm looking for Professor Wesley office. She said that she wanted to she me." Sarah said noticing that this was her.
"Professor Weasley are you ok." Sarah said tring to find out why she did not remeber her.

Ginny grinned.
"Oh...opps." She said, laughing. Thats what she had forgoten about the girl. That she would meet her and see if she had any psychic powers.

"Okay So lets go to your office and see if you can find out why I keep getting these headaches." Sarah for once had brightened up because she might actually have someone that could help here with these headache that she had since she started school. She smiled as she decided to follow the Professor.

"Professor why do I have them do you have a clue." Sarah finally said as they got to the room the thought of what was happening had started to get her curious.

"Have a seat." Ginny told her, turning her back on the girl to hang up her coat. She turned and sat on top of her desk, which faced the chair Sarah sat in.

"Yes, I have an idea why. It's possible that they may be connected to psychic abilities that you didn't know you had." She smiled and snapped her fingers, making two mugs of hot chocolate appear beside her. She held on to Sarah.

"Thirsty?"

"Yes thanks you" Sarah siad. Her headache was starting to spin because she had so many thoughts going on.

"So what do you mean physic will I be very different from other." Sarah said as she siped on her drink.

" I really want to thank you for all the help." Sarah then sat there and wondered how she was going to remeber and draw this out later.

"Not very diffrent. The way we handle psychic students differs from when I was a student. You see, some of your classes will be switched, and I will become your teacher for some of them. You'll also get a new class. It's where I help you control your abilities for your advantage." Ginny explained, softly, taking care as she entered the girls mind. She had little to no barrier, which was the cause of the headaches. Gently, she eased Sarah's headach, until there was little to no pain.

"Don't worry about it." She told her in response to the thanks.

Sarah smiled for once she was happy that she was different but that the others would not know.

"So what type of classes and what times." Sarah siad she could not wait to get back upstairs to dram this image she wanted to remeber it forever. She had never fit in with the head ache she had. Know thought she would and that gave her the happiest feeling ever.

"I'll give you a new schedual later. Now, I can't walk you to your common room yet, and you can't go alone as it's after hours. You can just sit here till I'm done, okay?" She smiled, but it wasn't a question. Sarah was stuck in the office until Ginny took her back.

"If you get bored and want something to do, just ask me." She told her, standing and going to a file cabnit.

"Ok that is fine." Sarah had then remebered that she had some paper and started to draw. This one was more of a dream it was her wearing a long robe. She was teaching other kids how to control there powers. She could not seem to get the finishing touches so she put it away.

"Professor what you need me to do since I'm waiting to leave." Sarah said as she put her stuff back in her bag.

Ginny grinned.
"Glad you asked, kiddo." She pulled a file and placed it before Sarah.

"I need you to go through this and highlight anything concerning a person named 'Gregory. Can you do that?" The file wasn't too big, and it had to do with an auror case Ginny was on. She held out a highlighter.

It was a chilly evening. Actually, it was edging on freezing. There was a slight breeze, and Xaver bowed his head against it, closing his eyes for a moment, goosebumps prickling up his arms as icy chills stabbed down his spine, a cold pool of dread and discomfort forming in his belly. He looked up at the castle for a moment, thinking for a time, before he made his decision.

In no less than a moment later, he materialized just inside the door of Ginny's office. He was clad in dark jeans and a black sweater, colors of which met the obsidian of his hair and paleness of his once healthily bronze skin, and enhanced the predator-like sense of his features. If it was not for the (yes, sharp, wary and untrusting), but calm and gentility of his icy eyes, he would have been quite a scary creature.
Xaver was, in fact, a frightening man if put into the place to be, but he was honest and loyal and as good by any standards as he tried to be. He had his moments, but who didn't? What set Xaver from others that might have been similar to him, was the strength and power, and discipline that laced every movement. Everything he did, he tried to perfect, and make absolutely precise.
He was getting better at it.
One would as they got older.
But he still had ages to go. And there was a part of him that would never lose that reckless inhabition.

It was just one of those things, that he knew immediately where Ginny's office was. He didn't question it, though he had never been there before.

Xaver looked around, one hand placed absently over his ribs, his eyes flickering over the girl, then to Ginny. He gave a small smile.

"Good evening," he said simply.

Ginny looked up, startled. She hadn't been paying much attention to anything but her files. She flushed, slightly, a bit surprised that he had caught her off guard. Her hair was still messy from the wind, and she wasn't exactly wearing new clothes.

"Oh. Hi Xaver...."She said. She looked down to Sarah.

"Sarah, this is Xaver. Xaver, newest student of mine, Sarah."

Sarah looked up from the file and smiled.

"Hello." She then looked back down. She hated having to put up with new people she did not know. Even if they were sort of frighting.

"Professor here is that folder. All done." Sarah was used to reading and finding the useful things. She then got her paper out and started to draw this new charater Xaver. She drew him with a shadow of the window behind him and pretended she had disappered.

"Hello, Ms. Weasley."
Xaver winked playfully and bowed slightly in her direction, straightening, then nodded politely to the girl. He cast a long, warm smile toward Ginny, finding as he always had, and momentarily struck dumb by the sheer magnitude of all that she had accomplished, and her power, and all she could and was. To him, she was very much amazing. He smiled slightly to himself, then looked to the girl.

"Sarah. A pleasure to meet you."
He bowed his head in greeting.

When he straightened, he looked at them both.

"Ginny, Miss Sarah - Would it be too much to ask of your services if you could help me?"
Absently, his fingers touched his abdomen. The visual of the memory that had eluded him for so long, and had finally flashed back, struck him for just a moment, before he blocked his thoughts. Fishhooked. Ugh.

Xaver didn't ask for help much. It showed, in the fact of his uncertainty. He shrugged and smiled again, anyway.
"And," he added, "I wanted to drop in and say 'hi'."
He nodded, fighting down a laugh.

Sarah had looked up some one was asking her for help no one ever did that.

"You want my help I just found out about my powers tonight." Sarah wanted to help but she was afraid. "How can I help you. I might mess up."

Sarah was really trying to find out why a muggleborn would be having powers like this. She had already set her papers aside and was now looking at Xaver.

"Professor Ginny when will I be going back to the dorm. I got some things and class work to do." Sarah really was sort of scared and did not want to fail so she thought the best way not to would to dissapper.

"Don't worry about it, Sarah. We'll help Mr. Xaver, and then I'll walk you upstairs, ok?" She smiled at the girl. She was slightly curiouse as to what help Xaver needed, but she wouldn't ask immedietly. She grinned.

"Sarah, trust me, there's no reason to be even slightly afraid of Mr. Xaver here. He's a big baby in all actuality." She told Sarah, laughing softly.

Sarah smiles she had to admit this girl was good.

"OK that is fine I hope that I can help you. I have be helping out all over. I just hope that I can get really good at this." Sarah then smiles and put her hair up in a ponytail.

Xaver nodded, grinning slightly.
"Yup," he said. "I'm just a pesty, but harmless bird."

He was, in fact, quite the gentleman, ego-less, and kind. But provoked enough, he could be a deadly enemy. There were many sides of him that the common person never saw. He had a smooth and cool temper mostly.
Imagining himself as a bird too poofy to see over its feathers, he chuckled softly, and shook his head.

"You'll be fine. If you mess up, there's not much more damage youcould do to me right now, anyway. And besides, if Ms. Weasley," he winked at Ginny, "has taken you under her wing, then you are far more talented than you know. And both you and I are in the safest of hands."

There was a slight hint of relief in his tone.


Xaver took a step foreword, and closed the door to Ginny's office with a thought, toughing the stool at his side, for support, though he tried not to show it. He was hurting, though trying not to relay just how much.

Ginny stepped forward, "Take off your shirt, Xaver." She told him, noticing that he was favoring his side. She pushed her sleeves up and smiled at Sarah.

"Xaver isn't exactly human, so he can't go to the hospital wing when he gets hurt." She told the girl, leaving out more explination. Really, that was all the girl needed to know.

"Oh ok I will love to help." Sarah said getting up and standing beside Ginny. She knew she needed to help but how.

"OK what do I need to help with. I'm really a good help. Just ask MAdam pig." Sarah said smiling.

Xaver nodded to her direction. He hesitated, but knew it must be done, so he crossed his arms, grasped and tugged at the bottom of his black sweater, pulling it up. He only got so far, before the pain of over-exerting himself became too immense, and instead, with a quick will of mental magic, the sweater simply disappeared, and he let his arms drop. Though slowly, for it hurt entirely too much for any sudden motion.

The effort and extent that Xaver had actually gone - what may have seemed simple, one asking for help - was actually a great deal more elaborate and extensive than the common man might realize. Xaver rarely went and asked for help out of the blue. .. But yeah. He needed it. Severely.
And Ginny was the only one he trusted. Especially in these new circumstances.

He reached to the side, a hand resting on the back of the chair for support, relieving some of the pressure. His form was well muscled, and very toned. He had filled out a bit from the thinness of his youth, though he was still lean. His form moved mechanically, though in his current state, he felt like a broken toy. He was not hard on the eyes, though he was so sickly pale, he looked like he could pass out any minute.

He had to admit, vaguely, that he was still better off, even, than he had been, when he'd first woken up in that foreign hospital. A wide, thick wrap covered most of his abdomen, stained dark in various places, in jagged lines. The darkest, reddish black liquid trickling down the thick folds, was at his middle, just below his ribs at his right side. Over his right shoulder, and trailing to his shoulderblade, was a thick wound, his flesh painfully closed with black stitches, stained with fresh blood. There were various injuries. Scratches. Stitched wounds. Bruises that were as black as his hair.

His mannerisms became less confident, and Xaver looked down. He paused for a moment, then unsnapped the end of the bandage, and slowly, clenching his jaw, he removed the bandage around his middle, and let the soiled cloth drop to the floor, his arms at his sides. At his right side, was a wide, poorly stitched wound, that ripped up into his ribs. Three of his bottom ribs were broken unpleasantly, the bottom at his left, shattered in a few places. If he would turn around, one would see similar damage to his back. For he had been assaulted from behind, and it had gone all the way through him, and when it had jerked upward, he had been ripped along.
What looked like huge claw marks were scorched into his skin, three wide, unhealed burns, starting at his stomach, and running all the way across his chest and digging deeply into his shoulder.

It still looked better than it had.
Xaver closed his eyes, and biting back a murmur of pain, his wings expanded, and came into view. They expanded slowly, stretching, then he faltered, and they dropped back, as he winced painfully. Injuries.. There were many. Long, deep wounds, a few laced up. Why they had not healed, was unknown to him. It was taking a long time, and his will wasn't responding. He petted over one of the stitched, sore areas, and then jerked at a sudden pain, cursing aloud. His sudden movement had torn the remaining stitches. He gave a low, pain-filled sigh.
There were two, gaping wounds on either wing. Punctures. And the flesh surrounding was dark black, unhealthily shredded. The feathers of both wings were matted with blood, cut and torn, jagged, and dull, from their former gleaming obsidians. It hadn't been too long since he'd been hospitalized for a long stretch of time.


He had run from that hospital.
He hadn't known what else to do. They were killing him.
Well..

Xaver clenched the chair a bit tighter.

So many memories were faded. He remembered little between the last time he'd been at the school, long ago, and when he'd recently woken up in an infirmary. His mind was being constantly bombarded. It often knocked him out.

Ginny watched, her jaw tightened slightly, but other then that, she showed no emotion.
"Alright then." She sid. She turned and went to a cuboard and took out a few bottles. She also took out clean bandages.

"Sarah, here." She handed her one of the bottles. "Clean off some of the blood. We need to be able to see to help him."

"OK" Sarah siad going over there and barely touching his skin. She was afraid of the blood she had never really see it.

"So how did you do this it looks gross." Sarah said as she finish cleaning it and looked at Ginny.

"Yes, Xaver. Mind telling us your story, dear?" She asked, gently. Her tone was simply asking. If he didn't want to tell them, he didn't have to. But she would have liked to know.

She cleaned his deep wounds gently, wiping away blood carefully. She picked up bandages and smeared some salve onto them, to help the healing process. She started with the worse wounds.

Sarah had moved towards the back of the room thinking that she would be sick. She never found this much blood and it was making her nausous.

"Sorry I'm feeling a little wezzy." Sarah said feeling the color leaving her face.

Sit, and put your head between your knees." Ginny told Sarah, glancing at her. She smiled, comfertingly.

"okay" Sarah siad sitting there and doing it starting to feel a lot better.

"Wow how did you know that would work." sarah said when she felt better.

(Sorry about the absence. I tried to get on. :-\ My apologies.)


Xaver watched the girl, feeling a bit of sympathy for her. He wished he could do the same. He wished the sight of what had happened to himself would actually stirr some queasiness - he wished he wasn't so used to it all. But, he was.

He blinked at Ginny's question, and looked to her, too tired to wince at the stinging of the salve.

He thought for a moment before he responded.
"My story?.."
He paused for another moment.
"I ... I don't know.."
He frowned deeply, and shook his head.
"I get.. bits and pieces. Just fragments of memories. I know I was drugged. I don't remember. I don't know. I get hit with violent flashbacks that knock me completely over even now.."

Xaver sighed.

"I don't remember a lot of whatever happened between the time I went back home.. and when I woke up in some hospital .. somewhere... I can't imagine what they were thinking.. With my wings and everything.."

Uncertainly, he ran his fingers habitually through some of the silken black feathers, frowning.

Sarah sit back listening to them talk. She did not feel the strengh to talk so she just started to draw. Sarah was holding a pad and drawling happy pictures.

"Well this is wow. I'm going to fight for helping. I feel bad not being able to help." Sarah siad sitting there then getting quiet.

Ginny nodded.
"Okay." She said, soflty. She wasn't fazed by the blood very much. Except for the natural wish to look away, she was very familer with it all.

"Don't worry about it Sarah." Ginny said, as she finished putting salve on Xaver's wounds. She wiped off her hands, and turned to the girl.

"Want me to walk you back now?" She asked.

"Sure I guess since I do go classes and things to do later." Sarah siad getting up.

"I hope that I will get to see you again Xaver. Here." Sarah said and then handed him a picture she had drawn of him when he frist showed up. Yawns.

"I guess I sleeper the I though." Sarah Said getting up ready to follow Ginny.

She smiled and nodded at Xaver.
"Stay still. I have a spell on this office, so nothing will happen to you. You can relax-"She caught herself, before adding an endearment at the end and just smiled slightly.

"C'mon Sarah." She said, leaving the office, and heading towards the girls common room.

"so Professor how do you know Xaver. He seems really nice. After you get past the frist glance." Sarah siad she was so happy that she had powers and that she was metting nice people

"Oh..." Ginny blushed slightly, "we went to school around the same time. Hung around with the same crowd of people. Didn't really get to know each other until after I dropped out of school." She said, nonchalantly. In truth, her and Xaver's relationship was very chalant. She knew him very well, or rather, she had known him well. She wasn't that sure anymore, but she wouldn't hesitate to help him.

She smiled at Sarah, thinking to herself. Ginny worried about Xaver when he was away, but she didn't think it her place to check up on him. Not that she always could. She couldn't tap into her power like she used to be able to.

"Anyway, here we are...."Ginny said, opeaning the door to Sarah's house common room. "Oh, by the way....being a student of mine isn't safe. Don't go around trumputing that you have special classes. You can tell people, but be careful." She said, before walking away, back towards her office.

"ok thanks Ginny. I'll talk to you later." Sarah siad before going to her room and drawling because she was not tired at all.

"Thank you, Milady."
Xaver gave a small, polite smile, and a small bow at the waist, his wings drawing to rest at his back. He accepted the drawing, looking at it for a moment, and nodding.
He looked to Ginny when she spoke, a warm smile playing his lips all the while, and nodded. He knew he would be safe. Well. He would be comfortable.
He didn't say anything.
He knew he shouldn't.
His heart was in knots, thumping oddly against his ribcage. He couldn't tell if it was the effect of the salve, or the presence of Ginny herself.

As they left, Xaver looked at the drawing, for a moment marveling in its greatness, and then marveling that he was even interesting enough to draw. She must have been bored, he thought. Just like any other bowl of fruit. He mentally nodded to himself, setting the drawing onto a table.
He felt his wounds slowly healing. It surprised him a bit - though that in itself was unnatural. Xaver was not very much of human ethnicity, and wounds upon his physical form usually healed quickly if they didn't kill him. Usually.
He wished he could remember.
He touched his fingertips to the wrap around his middle, concentrating, and finding it satisfying that every minute, he felt better. He was draining his energy in a dramatically quick way, but he knew it was worth it.

In less than a few moments, Xaver slumped to the floor, all bandages in the garbage, drained of energy and all strength for the moment.. but physically, completely healed - healthy. Better, really.
Mentally was a different story. Emotionally, mentally - he was a wreck. Supernatural powers can't cure everything. Some scars most never see.

On his bare stomach, an arm tucked under his head, his enormous wings open, spread out over the entire office floor, he slept.
Thankful and at peace for the first time, since the last time, he had seen her...

Ginny came into her office and sloftly closed the door. She stood there, looking at him, her eyes soft. She watched him for a moment before stepping over him to get to her desk. She decided to let him sleep while she worked.

But she couldn't work. She couldn't concentrate on any of it. She kept looking at him, watching him breath. He was just so hypnotyzing. She missed him everytime he went away. It made her ach. But she'd never tell him how much.
It was too much to explain.

She sighed and sat back, crossing her legs, and tapping a pen off her knee while watching him.

She watched him as he stood. He face showed no expression, but her eyes held a slight warmth. She kept tapping her pen, annoyingly. She didn't move other then that. Except her eyes.

She observed him. He was a bit scary looking. If he'd been a muggle, he'd probably be thought to be a hoodlum. Still, she couldn't help but think of how good looking he was. She couldn't stop thinking how attractive he was.

She kept watching as she spoke in response. "Hello again Xaver," she said lowly.

"Better then you, if you appearance is anything to judge by."

She still barely moved, and kept her thoughts deeply hidden. As well as her emotions. As a girl, she was prone to mood swings. But not like this. One second, she was overjoyed at the sight of him. The next, she was angry that he had disappeared. And in a few seconds, she was sad because she had missed him.

She had to force herself to sit still. She wanted to jump up and hug him. She wanted to kiss him, and wanted to cry on his shoulder. She wanted to slap him.

But, she was an adult now. She'd have to act like it.

Pig stood outside Ginny's office, she raised her arm and softly knocked on the door with her knuckles.  she stood there waiting for a responce whilst she tried to keep the pile of letters and notes in her arms.

Ginny had been concentrating so hard that the knocking scared her enough to make her jump in her seat. She looked to Xavier, before she stood and went to the door. She opened it and leaned against the frame.

This way, whoever was there wouldn't see Xaver unless she moved. She smiled at Pig.
"Yeah?"


She motioned for Xaver to stay by her desk, where he wouldn't be seen. Ginny's office had many spells on it, so no one, not even Pig, would be able to tell if someone else was there, unless they could see them.

Pig smiled back at Ginny and gave her a few documents.

" Sorry if I've bothered you Ginny but I thought I would give you those. There a list of all the students who wont be able to attend your lesson." 

Pig fiddled around with her papers and found a letter.

" O and they sent this letter to the hospital wing by mistake"

Ginny nodded, then looked at the letter. It didn't have a return address. She shrugged and smiled at Pig.

"Thanks." She said, clearing her throat.

" No problem" Pig looked at her friend she had sensed something was bothering her the moment Ginny had oped the door " Are you OK Ginny i can sense somethings bothering you"

"I'm fine. No worries. I'll see you at breakfast tomarrow." She said, smiling at Pig. She wasn't ok, but it wasn't  a big deal.

Okay, so yeah. It was a big deal. Xaver was in the room behind her and she had hardley spoken to him.

Pig Knew she was lying but if she did not want to tell her she didn't have to. " OK I'll see you tomorrow" she said walking off down the corridor

Xaver was suddenly behind Ginny, his eyes following Pig for a moment as she disappeared around the corner of the corridor. The girl was another old friend, and though he hadn't gotten to know her too well, he respected her. She was kind.
"Pig is a good nurse, if correctly I've heard," he said softly.
He was not touching her, but he was so close, he could sense the warmth of her being. And being taller, he could easily smell that familiar scent of her hair.
Xaver closed his eyes.
"Ginny..." he began, his tones low and thick with emotion. But he cut his words short. Instead of, however, backing away, he remained still, his eyes watching her form.
Redirecting.. "Thank you for helping me."

"Yes, she is a good nurse..." Her words drifted into nothing as she felt him behind her. Ginny shut the door, without moving then turned to face him. They were so close, and she heard her heartbeat in her ears. She swallowed, but kept her eyes locked onto his.
"You know I don't mind helping someone in need."

"I..." She started to say something but let it hang in the air. She shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Ginny looked at him, and watched him. Without thinking, she stepped forward, clsoing the little space between them. She placed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Her arms hung   by her side, as though she was too wary to wrap them around him.

"I know how much. Because I have missed you as much." Her voice was muffled.

"I thought about you all the time. I wanted to find you, but I didn't want to interfer with whatever you were doing. When you stayed away, I assumed whatever  you   were doing was simply of more importance. I decided to just wait for you. But I can't keep doing this. I can't stand loving someone so much, then having them leave me for months on end." She finished what she had to say, but didn't move. She felt like crying, but had long ago cried herself out.

She looked at him, searching his eyes. She had to trust that he was telling the truth. She couldn't bare it if he wasn't. Most people who knew her had thought she handled Xaver's dissapearce well, but in truth, she had been close to the edge.

"I don't think I could stay here if you hadn't returned when you did. It was getting harder every day...instead of easier." She paused, looking exhausted. She shuddered slightly, partly because it was getting colder as it got later into the night, and partly as she remembered the feelings she had felt when he had left.

Xaver gently brought Ginny close, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head.
He was wordless. Breathless, really. Amazed, and humbled, to be with her agian. He had missed her more that any words could make up.
More than she would ever know...

Ginny closed her eyes, relaxing slowly. This was where she felt like a human. This was where she felt right. In his arms. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock. It was late.

"I have to work tomarrow," Ginny said softly. She didn't want him to leave, but she knew she'd be in trouble if she went to work tired from staying up too late.

"Yes..."She said, not letting go of him. She didn't really care how late it was, but she had to teach a few classes in the morning.

"I have the afternoon off, at least." She said. She stepped back and wrapped her arms around herself.

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