Lavender's Secret
Lavender always thought of Harry Potter as a miracle because of the look he always gave her during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. One thunderous day in October he came to her dormitory all dressed in a placid looking cloak. Knocking on the door she finally answered, he took her smooth hand in his. She smiled brightly and grabbed her faded dark purple cloak, they ran from the portrait hole down to the grounds of Hogwarts. "Look here Lavender, I don't know how to feel anymore now we are together and everything." He said his voice soothing her ears. Then she moved her cloak swiftly and grabbed her wand tightly holding it in an angle just so she could easily cast her spell out."I know that's not you Harry Potter!" she said angrily, "Yes it is Lavender, see?" he explained pulling out his wand to defend himself. "No it can't be. You died at 15, Voldermort told me, he even showed me your body to prove you were dead." She told him unbelievingly. "I survived, just like everything else the dark side has thrown at me. Amazingly my scar saved me, remember Voldermort gave me some of his powers when he tried to kill me, giving me this scar as a mark to remember." He spat at her. Lavender threw herself at him, forcing him to the mushy ground, kissing his face to show her love for him. Then Hermione walked past pacing herself from jogging "Oh brother, why is Harry always messing around. He thinks she is a boy like him. Stupid boy. Bad boy! Bad!" Hermione giggled to herself.
Lavender always thought of Harry Potter as a miracle because of the look he always gave her during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. One thunderous day in October he came to her dormitory all dressed in a placid looking cloak. Knocking on the door she finally answered, he took her smooth hand in his. She smiled brightly and grabbed her faded dark purple cloak, they ran from the portrait hole down to the grounds of Hogwarts. "Look here Lavender, I don't know how to feel anymore now we are together and everything." He said his voice soothing her ears. Then she moved her cloak swiftly and grabbed her wand tightly holding it in an angle just so she could easily cast her spell out."I know that's not you Harry Potter!" she said angrily, "Yes it is Lavender, see?" he explained pulling out his wand to defend himself. "No it can't be. You died at 15, Voldermort told me, he even showed me your body to prove you were dead." She told him unbelievingly. "I survived, just like everything else the dark side has thrown at me. Amazingly my scar saved me, remember Voldermort gave me some of his powers when he tried to kill me, giving me this scar as a mark to remember." He spat at her. Lavender threw herself at him, forcing him to the mushy ground, kissing his face to show her love for him. Then Hermione walked past pacing herself from jogging "Oh brother, why is Harry always messing around. He thinks she is a boy like him. Stupid boy. Bad boy! Bad!" Hermione giggled to herself.