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Harry pov

I was sitting in the great hall when suddenly a figure crashed through the ceiling. The figure rose up and became the shape of a beautiful girl with silvery hair pitch black eyes with a red slitted pupil and a dancers figure. She was wearing a tight leather catsuit with a familiar logo on it. I recognized her instantly.

" Satana (say-t-on-a)"I shouted" what's wtong what are you doing here what happened love are you okay" I asked hurriedly.

" Something bad love" she grabbed my hair and tugged me down until our lips met and she kissed me with so much pasion I was instantly worried.

When we finally finished she whispered "Incase I don't come back " and flew away.

I watched her leave and turned back to the curious and awestruck eyes of the great hall.

"So how about those cannons," I chuckled.