Butterfly

Forever Yours

Parvati had run all the way to the Hospital Wing. She burst through the doors, stricken at the sight of Harry bended hastily tendered to by Madam Pomfrey. His head was swathed in blood; it coated his hair. Dumbledore watched on nearby, his blue eyes grave.

She started to run towards him, desperate to do anything, when she was seized from behind.

Parvati felt sick, wild; she pulled and fought with all her might against Professor Snape's firm grasp.

"Let me go!" she shrieked, close to sobbing. "Harry! Harry!"

"He's going to be fine, Miss Patil!" Snape finally snapped at her.

Parvati felt as though she were going to throw up, or cry, or smash something. She calm down, but the Dark Arts professor kept a firm hold on her upper arms.

"Who did this?" she hissed through gritted teeth. Snape turned to the bed opposite Harry's, letting her go. Parvati growled at the pathetic boy who hurt her Harry.

Malfoy sat with his head in his bloodied hands. "He threatened to kill me," Malfoy whined through his hands. Next to him was a filthy book.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape shared a stern look. Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Harry in a decisive flourish, and turned to Parvati.

"Well, since you seem to be the closest thing to family of Mr Potter's here, Miss Patil, I'll inform you: Mr Potter will suffer no lasting damage from his wounds. Professor Snape luckily knew the counter-curse and performed it just in time. Potter will be weak for a couple of days and will require bed rest here in the wing."

Parvati nodded dumbly. "Thank you. Headmaster? Has someone contacted Sirius?"

"Yes, I expect Mr Black will be here shortly, Miss Patil."

Madam Pomfrey seemed to hover uncertainly for a moment. "Miss Patil, you are listed as Potter's person of contact rather than his Godfather – I assume Mr Potter hasn't had time to update his medical records, perhaps? – and so when Mr Black gets here, and Potter wakes up, I would like to discuss a few things with you all."

Again, Parvati dumbly nodded. She felt relief that Harry would be okay – but she was using all of her emotion to silently curse the Malfoy name to the blackest depths of Hades.

"Where did you get this book, Mr Malfoy?" Snape spoke abruptly and loudly to the boy. It was the only time Parvati had ever seen Snape angry at one of his own Slytherin students.

Malfoy shrugged in response.

Dumbledore looked saddened behind his half-moon spectacles. "You will accompany your Head of House to my office, Mr Malfoy, where we will discuss your future at this school. Dark Magic is not permitted on Hogwarts grounds."

Dark Magic? Parvati's mind whirled. That stupid bastard!

Parvati glared at Malfoy until he left the room, out of sight, with the teachers.

Parvati waited by Harry's bedside all day and night, not caring for her classes. Ron and Hermione had joined her, soon followed by an extremely shaken Sirius.

Harry awoke the following morning, bruised but relatively okay. He smiled lightly as Madam Pomfrey poked and prodded his healing wounds, joking with Sirius as she rebandaged them. All three of them could tell that whatever Madam Pomfrey had to tell them wasn't too positive.

"Harry," she began gently, "It says on your records that you've been seeing a therapist."

"Yeah, I have."

"She's indicated to me that some time ago last year you may have suffered from mild depression."

Harry's mouth fell open. "What? But – Blimey! I don't want to off myself!"

Sirius frowned. "Isn't that a breach of client confidentiality?"

But Harry shook his head. "When I started seeing her I agreed that she and Madam Pomfrey could discuss stuff, like my medical history and stuff. But I just don't get it…I don't want to die…"

"Having a mental health issue doesn't always mean that, Harry. But you expressed finding it hard to concentrate at school, feeling out of control of your emotions, feeling as though you were alone…these are just a few symptoms of depression."

Parvati began crying. "I…I never realised…"

Harry grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Hey, I never realised either, Par," he reassured her. "I just thought I was being mopey."

The matron sighed. "I'm telling you this as I'm worried with your… reputation for trouble that these feelings could resurface."

"Oh."

Sirius spoke quietly. "Do you want to put him on medication?"

"Heavens, no, not now! I'd just like Harry to know all of his options; there are numerous treatments. It's good to know he has you two that he can lean on, in any case.

"Mr Potter, if you need any more information, just come and find me, all right?"

Harry looked a little shell-shocked. "Err, thanks, Madam Pomfrey."

After an hour of verbally mulling this revelation over, Sirius made his way back to Grimmauld place, leaving Parvati and Harry alone. Parvati snuggled under the covers and into Harry's bed. Her head rested on his uninjured shoulder.

"We will deal with this together," Parvati vowed determinedly. "The crazy visions and the depression and whatever else comes our way."

Harry kissed Parvati on the lips softly. "Thank you."

"No problem."

"So, are you excited for Quidditch season again?"

"Yeah, first practice is next Wednesday."

"Oh, cool, can I come watch?"

"Sure, Par."

"Hey, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Lavender sent me a letter this morning, telling me about a textiles apprenticeship she thinks I should go for."

"And are you?"

"Mmm, I think so. Uhm, would you…would you like to see some of my sketches?"

"Sure!"

Parvati snuck out of the hospital wing and returned sometime later with a handful of Chocolate Frogs and her sketchbook.

"You're the first person to see this, apart from Lavender," Parvati remarked nervously.

Harry opened the book, slowly flipping through the pages, his mouth hanging open.

"Parvati…"

"Oh crap, I knew this would bore you…"

"These are amazing."

"Huh?"

"I mean, I'm not really into, uh, clothes, but these look really cool. Especially the saris."

"The blue one is nivi-style."

"...I will pretend to know what that means, ha. I suppose imagining what you'd look like wearing them makes me able to visualise and like them more. But wow. This one is great."

Harry pointed to a sketch of a long, flowing fuchsia dress. It had an empire neckline and was ankle length. Parvati had made notes accompanying two swatches that denoted it was made out of satin and chiffon.

"You'd look hot in that," Harry said decisively.

Parvati laughed. "Thanks."

"Wow, imagine you in five years: Parvati Patil, fashion designer. That's so cool."

Parvati was reminded of the vision she had recieved during the summer. Nope, wrong. Parvati Potter, fashion designer.

Parvati blushed. "I'm so happy you like it. I was worried you'd think it was lame."

"Nah, it's cool!"

And that was how they spent the rest of their week; in totally rhythm to one another, together no matter what life threw at them.


Parvati stared at Harry's arse, accentuated by his tight Quidditch uniform shorts. God, he has such a cute bum.

Ron waved Parvati goodbye and slapped Harry on the back good naturedly as he left the change rooms. They had just finished their first practice of the season; Harry had been practising the Wronski Feint, and now the Gryffindors were certain of a victory.

Parvati watched Ron round the corner, and heard his footfalls fade out as he walked down the corridor.

She and Harry were alone in the change rooms.

She and a very sweaty Harry were alone in the change rooms.

Parvati was suddenly seized by overwhelming lust.

Harry let out a startled yell as Parvati roughly shoved him against the Quidditch lockers with all her might. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue slipping into his mouth. I want you so badly, she thought feverishly.

Parvati pulled down her black lacy panties, and her boyfriend pulled his own down. Parvati grabbed Harry's hand and led down past her waist. They manoeuvred so now Parvati had her back against the cool metal locker doors. Harry started to press his fingers to her folds, and soon pushed inside of her. She could feel herself becoming slick and wet at his expert touch.

"You make me so wet," Parvati commented huskily.

"Fuck," Harry replied insatiably.

They continued to feel around for a couple more minutes; their sound of pleasure echoing around the room. The light of the dying orange sun washed over their pressed-together bodies. Parvati could feel her heart beating as fast as a snitch's wings.

"Harry," she moaned with insatiable longing as she looked at his now fully-standing erection.

"Don't you –" Harry began in a deep, strangled sort-of voice, "Don't you - want it be – special? Or whatever?" His breath was hot on her sweaty face.

Parvati shook her head in response. "Now," she commanded in a hungry tone.

Harry shifted in his position, and grabbed a condom out of his Quidditch bag.

"Dean told me that there's a spell, but I don't know, it doesn't seem right," Harry explained roughly, and caught Parvati's eye. Harry grinned that amazing grin of his, and Parvati grabbed the condom, helping the process along, vaguely knowing what she was doing. Thank the stars for that talk with Lavender!

They kissed long and slow, the kiss as warm as the sun's glow that coloured their bodies. Harry made sure he had Parvati's bottom half fully supported up against the locker door before he dutifully and gently entered her.

Some time later, Parvati smiled lazily at Harry, content. After making love in the change rooms, they had ventured up to the boy's dorm after Parvati had confided to Harry that sex wasn't supposed to hurt the second time. Between the butterfly kisses and wax-white sheets, together they had found out that it didn't hurt the third or fourth time either.

"I love you," she said softly, truthfully. She had just come back from quickly having a shower and was now gazing at Harry as they lay side by side in his four-poster bed.

Harry swallowed, and got up. He put on his glasses, and rolled out of bed still naked. He rummaged in his sock drawer for a couple of moments, and then turned around.

He had a navy-blue velvet box in his hands.

Parvati's heart went into overdrive, but she tried to look as calm as she felt. Harry opened the box as he shifted so that he leant on one knee.

The engagement ring inside the box was simple but beautiful. A gold band with two tiny diamonds, one at each end of the engraved phrase 'I love you'. It was different to the one she had Seen in her vision, Harry must have changed his mind -

Harry's brow was furrowed as he studied Parvati's expression. Then, his careful expression fell in a dramatic fashion.

"You Saw this, didn't you?" he asked quietly, eyeing her intently.

"Yes," Parvati whispered, and her eyes left the ring to meet his. Tears welled up in her eyes and made a salty path down her smooth cheeks. "But I never saw the ring. Oh, Harry, it's beautiful."

Harry rose up off the ground, and place the ring box gently on the sheets. He cupped Parvati's face gently.

"Did you have a vision of what I was going to say?"

Parvati shook her head, overcome with emotion, unable to speak.

Harry smiled, and ruffled his hair nervously. "Good."

He took a deep breath and spoke.

"I know that we're young, but this…being engaged to you, for me, wouldn't mean settling down and having kids in a couple of months. I want to marry you so if I die in this stupid war, at least I will have been tied to you in the best way. And I don't care if that's being selfish. I want to show you how much I love you in a way other than just saying the words. If I live through this, I promise to be the best fiancée and husband that ever lived. I'll never leave you. I'll make sure I listen to you. I'll admit when I'm wrong. I'll love you like no one else can. I'll make sure nothing I do or decide on will ever hold you back from what you want to do. Parvati Sitara Patil, will you marry me?"

"Of course."

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