DISCLAIMER: Ok sue me if you want but I don't get what the point is.
Obviously I don't own Harry Potter.
The sun blushed through a face of sheer white clouds, the trees singing their gentle morning song. The leaves swayed, and scattered their autumn beauty on the plentiful green grass. The night that had past had seemed utterly forgotten, apart from the few visible specks of light still twinkling back at a great stone castle and its nature-sprinkled grounds. No one was awake. Not one person or creature. That is, if you exclude Harry Potter.
Harry had been up for quite some time now, watching the mouse make its rounds acround the clock. He found it hard to sleep, as if he had some sort of insomnia. He'd been stressed ever since the death of Sirius Black, and the horrifying night kept being repeated in his dreams-- or rather, nightmares.
Hermione and Ron had told him that he needed rest. Harry believed them. But he couldn't. Something was holding him back. Something paranormal, something(strange. He'd never felt this way before.
Scratch that. He had felt this way before. The night he had envisioned himself as a snake, biting Arthur Weasley. It felt as if he were being controlled.
But it couldn't be Voldemort. . . Could it? No.
Harry had spent hours pondering over this mindless puzzle. He recalled the previous day's events, but it made no sense. He grew frustrated and tried to relax, only to remember with a grunt that he couldn't sleep.
The others had been sleeping all night. Harry envied them. Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville.
Maybe not Neville.
"Harry!" A voice pestered him, and Harry started to ignore the voice, until he realized that he'd fallen asleep. He opened his eyes to see a pair of deep blue eyes staring into his. He jumped back a foot after realizing that the eyes belonged to no other but Luna Lovegood.
"Luna, this really isn't a good time. . ." Harry struggled to cover his bedclothes.
"You fell asleep," Luna cooed.
"No, really?" Harry replied, sarcastically. "How'd you get into Gryffindor Tower anyway?"
Luna smiled. "The door was open."
Harry looked puzzled. "What?"
They walked over to the portrait-hole, and sure enough, the portrait was hanging open. Anyone could have walked in. Luna grinned, and her blonde hair fell in her eyes. Harry noticed for the first time, the two dimples on her tanned cheeks that were stained in a shade of rose. He smiled awkwardly back at her, and quickly realized what he was doing. He turned away from her and sat on the carpet.
"Whatcha doin?" Luna walked over and leaned on his shoulder.
"Luna! Get off of me!" Harry moved to another side of the room. "And, to answer your question, it's really none of your business."
Luna glanced at the diagrams and drawings on the parchment in front of him. "I know the answer."
Harry looked up at her, and again she gave him the heart-piercing grin she'd given him only moments before.
Harry chose to ignore her. Maybe she'd shut up.
"Harry, I know the answer!" Luna saw that he was going to ignore her once again, and she walked over to the window and looked out onto the early morning. "You know, if you didn't like me, you could've at least told me."
And with that, she walked out the common-room door before Harry could say a word.
Really, it wasn't that Harry didn't like her. It was that she was. . . Well, she was strange. If word got out that he were friends with "Loony Lovegood", his popularity would drop to an all-time low. Draco Malfoy would make fun of him more than ever, and he'd lose all chances of ever dating Cho Chang. Not that popularity ever meant much to him. It's just that, when you're already famous, and something bad happens, it's not as it would be to anyone else. Anyone normal. When you're Harry Potter, you go from being inhumanly loved, to inhumanly hated. He guessed that was all his life would go through. Love, hate, love, hate.
The sun blushed through a face of sheer white clouds, the trees singing their gentle morning song. The leaves swayed, and scattered their autumn beauty on the plentiful green grass. The night that had past had seemed utterly forgotten, apart from the few visible specks of light still twinkling back at a great stone castle and its nature-sprinkled grounds. No one was awake. Not one person or creature. That is, if you exclude Harry Potter.
Harry had been up for quite some time now, watching the mouse make its rounds acround the clock. He found it hard to sleep, as if he had some sort of insomnia. He'd been stressed ever since the death of Sirius Black, and the horrifying night kept being repeated in his dreams-- or rather, nightmares.
Hermione and Ron had told him that he needed rest. Harry believed them. But he couldn't. Something was holding him back. Something paranormal, something(strange. He'd never felt this way before.
Scratch that. He had felt this way before. The night he had envisioned himself as a snake, biting Arthur Weasley. It felt as if he were being controlled.
But it couldn't be Voldemort. . . Could it? No.
Harry had spent hours pondering over this mindless puzzle. He recalled the previous day's events, but it made no sense. He grew frustrated and tried to relax, only to remember with a grunt that he couldn't sleep.
The others had been sleeping all night. Harry envied them. Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville.
Maybe not Neville.
"Harry!" A voice pestered him, and Harry started to ignore the voice, until he realized that he'd fallen asleep. He opened his eyes to see a pair of deep blue eyes staring into his. He jumped back a foot after realizing that the eyes belonged to no other but Luna Lovegood.
"Luna, this really isn't a good time. . ." Harry struggled to cover his bedclothes.
"You fell asleep," Luna cooed.
"No, really?" Harry replied, sarcastically. "How'd you get into Gryffindor Tower anyway?"
Luna smiled. "The door was open."
Harry looked puzzled. "What?"
They walked over to the portrait-hole, and sure enough, the portrait was hanging open. Anyone could have walked in. Luna grinned, and her blonde hair fell in her eyes. Harry noticed for the first time, the two dimples on her tanned cheeks that were stained in a shade of rose. He smiled awkwardly back at her, and quickly realized what he was doing. He turned away from her and sat on the carpet.
"Whatcha doin?" Luna walked over and leaned on his shoulder.
"Luna! Get off of me!" Harry moved to another side of the room. "And, to answer your question, it's really none of your business."
Luna glanced at the diagrams and drawings on the parchment in front of him. "I know the answer."
Harry looked up at her, and again she gave him the heart-piercing grin she'd given him only moments before.
Harry chose to ignore her. Maybe she'd shut up.
"Harry, I know the answer!" Luna saw that he was going to ignore her once again, and she walked over to the window and looked out onto the early morning. "You know, if you didn't like me, you could've at least told me."
And with that, she walked out the common-room door before Harry could say a word.
Really, it wasn't that Harry didn't like her. It was that she was. . . Well, she was strange. If word got out that he were friends with "Loony Lovegood", his popularity would drop to an all-time low. Draco Malfoy would make fun of him more than ever, and he'd lose all chances of ever dating Cho Chang. Not that popularity ever meant much to him. It's just that, when you're already famous, and something bad happens, it's not as it would be to anyone else. Anyone normal. When you're Harry Potter, you go from being inhumanly loved, to inhumanly hated. He guessed that was all his life would go through. Love, hate, love, hate.