A/N: Bit of a random idea that sprung out of nowhere. Enjoy and please remember to review if you have time :D
Warnings: Minor spoilers for Deathly Hallows, an OC.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: No ownership here.
Harry loved watching the stars, he always had. It was hard for him to imagine that they were actually huge balls of burning gas when they looked so small. Sighing he sat up from his position; lying with his back on the grass. Really he didn't have time for stargazing. He should be catching up on sleep for travelling tomorrow or training. All of the running from Voldemort and searching for horcruxes was tiring work, especially with Ron gone.
"You'll get there eventually," an unfamilliar voice told him quietly. Harry jumped up at the sound, wand in hand as he turned to face its source. He blinked in surprise when he saw who it was but didn't let his guard down even an inch. A girl, about his age, stood calmly in front of him seemingly unfazed but his weapon. The dark haired boy automatically knew that this was no ordinary girl. She glowed with ethereal light, everything about her pure white except her blue eyes and rose pink lips.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he demanded. She laughed softly and the light around her glowed even brighter.
"I'm just a friend who wants someone to talk to." Harry frowned at her, grip on his wand tightening.
"What are you?" She smiled slightly at his question, as if gleeful that he had asked.
"I'm a lightling," she repiled simply, shrugging as if it was obvious.
"A what?"
"A lightling," the girl repeated patiently "A concious form of light. I made this body out of my usual form hence why I glow. I wanted to tell you something."
"Tell me what?" The Boy who Lived asked, lowering his wand in surprise.
"He is returning," she told him, looking delighted to give him the news. Harry just gave her a confused look.
"Volde-He who must not be named? He already has and thanks but already know. That's why I'm on the run," he said, trying not to sound too frustrated. The lightling clearly meant well by her message but the information was completely outdated.
"No, not him!" she began with a shake of her head "The other-"
"Harry!" A voice interrupted as Hermione emerged from within the tent they were currently calling their home. Harry glanced over his shoulder at her, a little annoyed, as she continued. "I'll take over the watch now. You need your sleep for Godric's Hollow tomorrow."
"Sure, just one second. I'm just gonna-" Harry cut himself off when he went to turn back to the girl and found himself looking at an empty space. She wasn't there anymore. "Oh..."
"What is it?" Hermione asked, walking over.
"Nothing..." he replied quietly, turning back to her once more with a thoughtful look in his eye "Thanks for taking over. I think I was starting to go insane there for a moment." Hemione rolled her eyes and pushed him inside their tent impatiently, grumbling at him. Neither of the two noticing the white figure that stepped out from behind a large oak tree a few metres away where she had hidden after the brunette girl's appearance. Nor did they hear what the figure said to herself, watching them with glowing white eyes.
"Time to bring back the third."