Triangular Friendship

Chapter 1 : Something fishy is going on here.

Harry didn't know what he had found so special about this girl. She was a shy girl, always standing in the back, never had she done anything outrageous. And still, to him she had always been special. He always knew where she was, what she was doing, as if he felt it.
At least, since a couple of weeks.
His scar was burning again too. He didn't know why, because Voldemort had broken every psychological contact. Maybe that girl had something to do with it. She always wore gothic-looking clothes. The look in her eyes was intimidating. No friends, because everyone was afraid. No, she couldn't be. She was a Gryffindor. Gryffindors weren't taught black or evil magic. They were courageous and reliable. It was probably just his imagination making that up. She was perfectly normal, just a little too shy.

Emma didn't know why, but that boy was always watching her. Well, everyone was, but not like he did. His looks were friendly. The others were just scared. Why? She asked herself. I'm not that scary? Maybe it's because I always wear black. Because I look intimidating, although that's just because I'm too shy. They should know better. I'm a Gryffindor.
Her scars were burning again, the ones on her arm. When they do, they always look a little red. Like if they're bleeding. She always wore bracelets, so no one could see them.
Last time she forgot to put those on, everyone thought she had tried to kill herself. It was not Emma herself who tried to kill her, but someone else. Someone horrible. Luckily that didn't happen here. People wouldn't only look at her, they would avoid her. People wouldn't only not be friends, they would be enemies.
If only the scars would heal again. Like they used to. Before "it" happened. Thanks to that person she would have to use a magic wand and say spells. As if the scars weren't enough.

Hermione wondered why Harry was so distracted these last few weeks. He never paid attention anymore. Even less then he did before. He didn't even bicker about the fact that Snape made him drink Ron's potion, and that looked and tasted awful. Something was wrong. He was always thinking and dreaming. Hermione also saw him rubbing his forehead. That meant his scar was burning. One of these days, she would ask him if something was wrong. Normally she would ask him directly, but now it was different. She gave Harry some time to think this over. That way, he wouldn't feel any pressure. She also wondered why Ron hadn't noticed anything. Or maybe he had, but he didn't want to tell her for the same reasons that she didn't ask Harry. Maybe she should try talking to Ron first. To see if he knows the same or even more, so they can figure out how to handle this situation. Not knowing why, she felt bad for Harry.

Ron had not known why, but he lied to Hermione. He actually did notice something, but he couldn't tell Hermione, because then maybe Harry would think they were talking behind his back. It looked like Harry was constantly in shock. He was calm, but distracted and quiet. Maybe his scar was burning, no not maybe, his scar was burning for sure, otherwise Harry wouldn't be rubbing over it almost every five minutes. There was something about him that made him fear the worst, even though he didn't know what the worst was. The look in his eyes frightened him. Harry was thinking and dreaming, and most of the time, that brought bad luck. Of course it wasn't Harry's fault, maybe it was the bad luck that made Harry think. Anyway , something was wrong, and would have to tell Hermione and ask Harry. Something fishy was going on.