(A/N: This is just after Sirius dies, so don't flame me because he's all sad and stuff. Guys are allowed to be sensitive sometimes. What's your problem?)
Harry stared out the window, as tears streamed down his pallid cheeks, just as the rain ran down the cold, unfeeling glass. The drops pounded the ground in futility, not knowing that their only purpose was to irrigate the soil. Much like Harry. Harry WAS the raindrops, really. In his mind. Sirius had just died, and it felt like Harry was being split in two. One part of his mind wanted revenge, the other just wanted to curl up into a ball of sorrow and weep for the only family he had ever known. He opted for the second option and lied pathetically on his bed. He heard a knock faintly on the door, but his sorrow so consumed him, he didn't even reply. The Gryffindor common room, usually full of life, was dark and gloomy (or perhaps Harry only filled it with his mood). Just then, Alli walked in. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her dark hair flowed, cascaded down her shoulders like rippling waves next to an oceanic oil spill. Her clear blue eyes were full of tears for Harry.
She always loved him, from the moment they were sorted together into Gryffindor, the house for brave people (like both of them). She felt Harry was brave for expressing his emotions. She never before knew a man who could do that.
"Harry, you poor soul. I feel for your tortured spirit." She sighed, wrapping her slender arms around him.
Harry turned, giving in to her confining, comforting embrace.
"It's—it's just so hard sometimes. He was the only love I've ever known."
Alli pulled back, eyes watering, but she said nothing. She wasn't brave enough to express her emotions as Harry was. A soft tear, like a single drop of rain trickled down her soft, dark face. She removed her glasses and quickly wiped the tear away, trying her best to hide it from Harry. Harry was oblivious. She tried to put aside her sorrow in order to comfort her friend and one true love.
"Alli, you're such a great friend. I don't know what I would do without you as my friend," Harry said softly.
Alli was touched by his words although they held no hope for their future together. Trying to conceal her disappointment, she said softly, with a hint of a quiver in her voice, "I think I'll go to bed now, Harry. Sleep well. I know it's hard for you, but you are strong and I know you can get through this." She hugged him gently once more and half ran from the room, tears now streaming down her face.
Harry missed her presence almost at once and turned again to the dark window, searching for the hopeful light of the stars amongst the dark and downcast heavens.
Alli flung open the door to her dormitory. Luckily, she was the only one there. She fell upon her bed and sobbed into her fluffy pillow. Eventually she curled up beneath her warm covers and fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning she awoke with a start. She instantly remembered her dream from last night. It had been about her wedding to Harry. A flush came to her cheeks. She glanced nervously around the room, checking to see if anyone else was awake. Everyone had already left. She turned to look at the clock sitting on her bedside table. It read 10:44. Once again her alarm had failed to go off, and her roommates, believing she wanted to sleep in a bit, had simply gone to breakfast. She threw the covers aside and jumped out of bed. It was Saturday and she was late for Quidditch practice. She pulled her Quidditch robes over her head and dashed from the dormitory. As she ran through the common room, she noticed all the guys running their eyes over her sexy body. She was used to this by now. Ever since third year she had been the object of every boy's desire.
Alli raced out to the Quidditch pitch with her broom across her shoulder. She mounted her broom and raced into the air as soon as she was outside. Cheers and wolf whistles reached her from the stands; her usual coalition of admirers. Angelina, the team captain, gave her a stern look.
"You're not the only one who's late!" she called from afar, swooping gracefully towards Alli, "Have you seen Harry?"
Alli glanced around her, surprised that Harry would miss practice.
"No, I haven't seen him since last night," she said, now curious as to Harry's whereabouts, "But he was pretty broken up. I hope he's alright."
The last part she said almost to herself.
Angelina looked at her confusedly. "Well, we'll just have to wait for him to show up. In the meantime, we can run some drills."
Several hours later, after a muddy and arduous practice, Harry had yet to show up. Alli and the rest of the team trekked across the Quidditch pitch, cold, dirty, and exhausted, but cheerful for the most part. They were prepared for their match next Saturday against Slytherin. Angelina ranted all the way back to the locker rooms about Harry's absence. Alli was also thinking of Harry, but with worry instead of aggravation. She felt a lump in her throat, but didn't dare cry, for her tears would show on her mud streaked face.
As soon as they had entered the locker rooms, Alli immediately made her way to the showers. She stripped off her robes, heavy with mud and rain, and her lacy, black thong and bra. She stepped into the shower, thankful for the hot water and the shelter it provided from prying eyes. But she was much mistaken. She soon noticed she was being watched. She glanced down, squinting her eyes to see through the water. She stopped rubbing lather across her exposed body, shocked that her privacy was being violated. But it was to be expected, she was truly a sight to behold. She flung the shower curtain aside and grabbed her wand from the bundle of robes on the floor. She heard a whoop of delight from the peeping tom and the click of a camera shutter. Anger rose up within her and she blindly pointed her wand in the direction of the noise, struggling to see without her glasses. She said nothing, but it was obvious she had cursed the onlooker. From the shrieks of pain, it was suddenly apparent that there were two of them.
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASELY!!" she bellowed in rage, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO STOP TAKING PICTURES OF MY NAKED BODY?!"
"SIXTY NINE!" they called back in unison, intermittently laughing and yelping in pain.
Alli pulled the curtain shut once more and resumed rubbing herself with lavender-scented soap. She could faintly hear the other girls chastising Fred and George as they led them away to the hospital wing to reverse the curse.
When Alli stepped out of the shower, she found the locker room deserted. She also noticed her robes were missing. Angelina had already collected the dirty laundry and her underwear and gotten mixed in. She didn't mind much, as she was alone. She crossed the room gracefully and opened her locker, expecting to find her warm robes and cloak, but was startled and disappointed to find her locker empty. She remembered her haste that morning and realized she had forgotten clean robes. She cursed her bad luck and decided she had to go about conjuring herself some clothes. She was a very accomplished spell caster, but even so, it would take a little time and effort. She'd only read about this conjuration and had never had to practically apply it. She raised her wand, but before she could speak the incantation, the door creaked open. She jumped and instinctively crossed her arms over her bare bosom. Harry strode into the room, obviously oblivious to her nudity. He quickly realized that she was, in fact nude, and very much alone.
(A/N: Heehee, cliffhanger on the first chap!! Tell me if you like it pretty plz!! I think it's pretty good right now, for my first submitted fanfic. I've never shown anyone else my work! PLZ BE NICE!!)
