A/N: Here are chapters 5-8!
DISCLAIMER: I only own Renee Springs. The quote at the end of chapter 6 does not belong to me either. Everything Potter belongs to the genius known as J.K. Rowling!

Chapter Five: Renee's Hidden Talents


The four friends returned to Gryffindor tower without incident after leaving a happy Hagrid with Fang. As the four split up to go to their dorms, they said good night and Renee felt a sense of belonging for the first time in her life.

"She's a good friend, Harry. Renee will be cool to have around." Ron said to Harry as they got back into bed.

Harry thought a momment, and remembered the feelings that he gets when he's around Renee.

"Yeah, I have complete trust in her. I know she'll be a best friend." He did'nt know what prompted him to say that, but Ron made no comment as they fell asleep.


When Harry and Ron got to the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, Hermione and Renee were already there. Renee looked the happiest she had ever been since she came to Hogwarts, as Harry and Ron sat down next to her.

"Hogsmeade weekend comming up," Ron reminded them.

"I've heard a lot about that. Can't wait to see an English wizarding town, there's only one in Florida and that was hours away. Called Cape Dragonair, it was'nt much of a big deal." Renee said.

Hermione became interested, and began to ask her questions about the town when the mail came. Harry and Renee looked up to see two white owls come swooping towards them. Renee's landed on her shoulder, just as Hedwig landed on Harry's.

"'Elo Keto. Getting used to the cold weather?" Renee asked her owl, taking a package from his leg. Harry untied a letter from Hedwig, who was hooting loudly with Renee's owl. He took notice and asked Renee,

"What's your owl's name again?"

"Keto. And yours?"

"Hedwig. She seems to know your Keto."

Renee looked at the two owls and smiled.

"Appears so. Same species they are." She apparently did not want to mention that she thought they liked each other, and neither did Harry. Yet their eyes met and they seemed to agree with the other silently.

Renee quickly broke the gaze and stared at her package. Giving a nervous grin, she stuffed it into her robes.

"Are'nt you going to open it?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione looked up from their breakfast.

Renee looked at them all, seeming to consider something, but shook her head.

"Oh, I know what it is. Nothing really. Just some supplies from my brother thats--"

She was interrupted as a huge shape flew into the hall. It flew the perimeter and then spotted Renee. Harry stared at it as it flew towards them.

"Is that..?" Ron gasped.

Comming to rest on the table in front of them was a huge bald eagle.

"A bald eagle?" Hermione asked.

"Sarge! What are you doing here?" Renee gasped, clearing the plates in front of her for the large eagle to approach her.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared as Renee untied a letter from the eagle and opened it up. She read it through, and made a small smile. When she lifted her head, she noticed several eyes upon her.

"This is my parent's eagle. His name's Sarge. Good boy Sarge," She said, handing some bacon to him. "Go rest with Keto and I'll have a letter for mom and dad for you to take back."

In response, the eagle took the bacon and he and Keto flew out of the hall. Hedwig, again with no treat from Harry, soon followed.

"You use eagles in the States?" Ron asked.

"Just as much as owls. Not quite as loyal though, but Sarge helped dad through the military. I prefer my Keto. He was a gift from my parents."

Harry and the others were impressed, and continued to ask more questions. Renee felt special, but glanced at her watch after a while.

"I want to do something before our first class, if you'll excuse me, I'll see 'yall in Herbology." She gathered her things and left.

Harry was puzzled, and wondered what she did by herself all the time. She seemed to slide off alone every so often. He did'nt wonder long though, for Cho Chang had walked by not far in Renee's wake. Harry had a sudden urge to invite her to join them in Hogsmeade. Thinking he could buy her a butterbeer and get to know her better. With Hermione arguing with Ron about how flamingos would not make good mail carriers, he slid off to follow Cho.

"Hello Cho," Harry said. Cho stopped and turned around. She gave him a small smile, which wavered with uncertainty.

"Oh, hello Harry. How are you?"

Harry was not so sure about her response, but continued anyway.

"I was just wondering, if you had plans for the Hogsmeade weekend comming up?"

Cho looked at him, and frowned.

"Harry, I.. I don't think I'll be going."

"Why not?!" Harry asked, surprised.

Cho looked away, hesitating.

"Oh Harry, you know I value you as a friend. But, I want you to know that... well... I was, close with...Cedric." She sighed heavily.

Harry's shoulders slumped at his sides.

"I see. Well, I was only offering--"

"Harry, don't be upset. We're friends. That's all. I just don't think I can let go of Cedric just yet. And being with you..." Cho trailed off.

Harry knew what she meant. Being with him made things harder, since he was there with Cedric when he died. While she did'nt know the details of what really happened, it was enough to make her uncomfortable around him. He felt hurt, like she just slapped him in the face. His crush had let him down, and there was no chance of anything more.

"I'm so sorry Harry..." Cho began to tear and walked briskly away. Harry was left standing in the corridor, feeling worse than he ever had in his life. It was as if the world had ended. Harry slowly walked towards the doors that led to the courtyard outside. He did'nt care if Ron or Hermione worried about where he had gone.

Harry walked far from the castle, the October chill going through him. The Quidditch season would start soon, and he wondered how different the matches against Ravenclaw would be, facing Cho. He wandered under a huge oak tree, and sat down. Face in his palms, Harry felt unloved, not for the first time. His thoughts began to change from Cho, to the memories of seeing his parents the year before. My parents love me. He thought. I know they do. Yet, he longed for support, and they were not there to give it to him.

He stared into the sky, which was dull in color with fall in full swing. Clouds blocked out the sun, and his depression grew with the dullness in the air. Harry buried his head in his lap, the emptiness growing in his heart. The sorrow only brought back the horrors of his last encounter with Voldemort, which he unwillingly helped in his return. The pain and the screaming echoed in his mind.

Just as Harry thought the sorrow could not get any worse, crying in his head for someone to hold him and reassure him, a light came over his body. Harry looked up to see a beam of sunlight peeking through the clouds. Warmth spread through him as if he was being wrapped in a warm blanket, and he felt better. He stared at the ray of sunshine, which was shifting over to shine on a place near the Forbidden Forrest. Looking to were the light now laid, he saw a figure crouching in the grass.

As if being led there by an unseen force, Harry stood up and walked towards the figure. Getting closer, he recognized the long, brown hair. It was Renee. She was doing something, staring out into the forrest and then looking down in her lap. Harry decided not to say anything, and tip-toed closer to peek over her shoulder. What he saw amazed him.

"What the..?" Renee fell to her knees and spun around. "Harry!"

Harry jumped at her sudden realization of his presence and nearly stumbled himself.

"So sorry! I did'nt mean to frighten you." He said, feeling embarrassed. But it was Renee who turned beet red and held her sketchbook closely to her chest. "Whatever it is that you are doing," Harry soothed. "You are very good."

Renee looked shocked and opened her mouth but no sound came out. After the two stared awkwardly at each other for what seemed like forever, Renee finnally muttered,

"You mean, you don't think it's... I don't know.. stupid for me to be.. drawing?"

Harry looked at her with an "of-course-not!" expression.

"Why would I? I've never seen a witch or wizard draw as good as you! You're amazing! May I have a closer look?" He gently took her arm, helped her to her feet, and looked straight into her eyes. Again, he felt a deep sense of trust in her, and that he was connected to her in some way. Yet, he did'nt know why. Renee must of felt the same, for she slowly handed her sketchbook to him, opening it to the page she was working on.

It was a rough sketch of a stag. Harry stared at it with wonder on his face, as Renee nervously looked at him for a reaction.

"Why are you drawing this? It's beautiful," Harry whispered.

Renee was still red in the face, and quietly answered.

"I saw it in the woods here, it was so close to the edge of the trees. I got a rough sketch of it, but it jumped out of sight when you came up. Not only did I figure he saw something, but I felt your presence." She stared at the woods. "Stange one though," She added. "Almost a silver in complection."

Harry stared at her and was about to ask more about the stag when he heard cries from the castle.

"HARRY! HEY HARRY! CLASS IS GOING TO START!" Ron shouted, waving his arms.

"We better go," Renee said, taking her sketchbook and hastily stuffing it in her bookbag as she walked off. "Come on, we're gonna be late!"

Harry ran by her side and they quickly joined Ron and Hermione.


It was'nt until that evening that Harry began to feel the emptiness again. Ron was'nt much help as they got into bed for the night and Harry stared out the window as everyone fell asleep. It was becoming more often that he did this, pondering about all that had happened to him. He sat up and read the letter he had gotten that morning. It was from Hagrid, who said that Fang was much better. He sent his thanks to Renee, but he was able to do it personally when she went to check up on Fang with Hermione before breakfast.

Harry could'nt sleep. His mind kept wandering around and he had a strange feeling that something was going to happen sometime soon. This made him nervous, after what it could possibly be. Yet, his scar, which would hurt if Voldermort was close or feeling murderous, felt normal. So he was unsure of what it could be that was haunting him.

Hours past. Looking at his newly fixed watch, it read 5AM. He sighed. Another night without sleep. That would help on his potions quiz. Harry decided to go into the common room to study, but really to help escape his thoughts.

Quietly walking down the stairs, he approached the common room to see the fire still blazing. Stepping into the big, circular room, he noticed someone sitting in the armchair facing the fire.

"Ahem." Harry cleared his throat so as not to startle anyone again.

A head leaned out from behind the chair to reveal Renee.

"Oh, did I wake you at all?" She whispered.

"No, not at all." Harry said, walking to come beside her. She quickly shut something in her sketchbook and blushed again, the fire making the red in her cheeks appear brighter than normal.

"Can't sleep?" She asked.

"No." He replied, then studied her. "You?"

"Not when I get a creative spurt. I have to put it to paper when it comes, or else I won't get it back. Unfortunately, creativity knows no hours." She sighed.

Harry was about to ask if he could see what she was working on, but decided not to be rude and be nosey. Yet, he did ask about the new pencils on her lap.

"What are those, colored pencils?"

"Yes. Very special, very expensive, colored pencils. Artist quality. Enables me to use a special technique." She thought a momment, and added, "That's what was in the package this morning. My brother sent me a new indigo blue."

"Ah." Harry nodded and stared at the fire. They were silent a momment, and Harry realized that Renee had been studying him.

"Would you like to talk about what's bothering you?" She asked, kindly.

Harry looked at her, smiled feebly, but shook his head.

"It's nothing." He whisked his hand in the air in a dissmissive manner.

They were quiet for a long while, until Renee sighed heavily and sat her sketchbook down.

"Let's go."

"Go where?" Harry asked, surprised.

"You play Quidditch right? You fly. I've been wanting to fly my broom since I got here and no one seems to want to join me. I don't want to do it alone. Let's go out to the field and do some laps."

"Now? It's five o'clock in the morning!" Harry babbled.

"Good. No one to compete space with."

Harry was amazed at her sudden boldness, not to mention that she flew a broomstick.

Renee began to walk upstairs to her dorm when she looked back to see Harry still sitting there.

"It helps clear the mind. Relieves stress. I do it all the time, why don't you join me?" She said quietly and smiled.

Harry slowly got to his feet and nodded.

"I'll get my broom.." He muttered.


"You have a Firebolt too?" Harry asked excitedly as they slipped out of the castle, shedding Harry's invisibiltiy cloak.

"Another gift, from my parents." Renee muttered.

"Mine's a gift too, from my Godfather."

Renee looked at him, puzzled.

"I heard you lived with your aunt and uncle."

"Yes," Harry replied with coldness in his voice. "The reason I don't live with him is because he's been falsely accused of murdering thirteen people." He was unsure to tell her the whole story.

"Really! Your Godfather would'nt be Sirius Black would it?"

Harry stopped in his tracks and stared at her.

"Yes. And he's not guilty."

"I did'nt say he was. My brother told me a little about, but found out that he heard in the Ministry that it was goin' 'round that he did'nt do it."

Harry appologized and explained the whole story to her, knowing he could trust that she would believe him. He was right, and Renee found it exciting.

"Well, I don't, really. I wish I could be with him, and not my stupid aunt and uncle." Harry muttered.

"You hate it there, don't you?"

Harry explained how the Dursleys treated him, which left Renee in an angry shock.

"If you had been living in Florida, you'd be reported to the DMCF and be removed! Not to mention your realitives charged and arrested!"

Harry shrugged and explained how Sirius might get a trial, and there was the possibility that he would stay with him from now on.

"Well, let's pray that he wins. That's abuse where you live." Renee stopped as they had been in front of the Quidditch field for a while. "Wow, our field was not anywhere's near this big!"

"Did you play Quidditch at your old school?" Harry asked as they walked inside.

"I tried out. But did'nt make it. If you were'nt popular you did'nt make the team."

"That's not fair!" Harry cried.

"Tell them that. My dream was to be seeker, I was told I have a good eye for things." She sighed and they walked out onto the field.

Harry grinned, feeling more energized. Flying was his most favorite activity, and he was a complete natural.

Looking at each other, grins becoming broader, they mounted their brooms and kicked off upward. Since they both had Firebolts, they were level with each other until they stopped high over the field.

"I warn you, Harry, I consider myself pretty good." She smiled a sly grin, and suddenly zipped past him and shot around the stadium seats.

Grinning in spite of himself, Harry zoomed off towards her. He flew at top speed to catch up with her, comming to her side. She turned to him, smiling happily, and suddenly stopped short. Harry flew two hundred feet before stopping and turning around, to see Renee laughing hysterically. He laughed himself and decided to show off. Putting all he had into the broom, he flew straight underneith her, pulled up and did three loops around her. He came to rest by her side, smiling with a "top that sister!" expression.

As if in response, Renee flew off, gained speed, and did ten barrel rolls while weaving in and out of the Quidditch goal posts. Once through, she flew off to face Harry.

"What'dja think?"

Harry grinned and shot off past her, he pulled up straight into the sky, then turned back down, straight down, as if he was going to collide with the ground. Just as it seemed he could not pull up in time, he did so, and did five barrel rolls as he came to a stop on her right.

"Not bad." He said.

Renee laughed and she moved again, this time Harry matching her every move. They seemed to read each other's minds as they weaved in union between goal posts, over seats, and twisting within each other's path.

It was'nt until the sun was easily seen on the horizon, did they land their brooms on the dew-wet grass.

"You fly great." Harry commented, out of breath.

"You too." Renee replied, equally winded.

They walked out of the stadium together. Silent, with Harry lost in thought. Something accured to him that bugged him since he was formally introduced to Renee.

"Renee?"

"Emm?"

"When we first met, well.." He was'nt sure how to say it.

"What?"

"Well, I noticed that you did'nt stare at my scar. You did, know about it, did'nt you?"

"Of course I knew about it, everyone knows. Which is one reason why I did'nt stare at it like an idiot. I knew it was there, why would I have to stare at it to confirm it's existance? Besides, it's rude."

"It was almost as if you did'nt know my name."

"I knew you, when I first saw you. You know who you are, you did'nt need me to remind you what your name was. I greeted you they way I expect to be greeted, with respect."

Harry smiled at her, and she smiled back. He felt the bond between them grow stronger. Her eyes are so beautiful, and intelligent. Harry thought, as they got closer to the castle. He drew the cloak over themselves, and they went up to Gryffindor tower together.


By the end of the week, Harry and Renee had spent a lot of time together. Ron and Hermione did so as well, and the group was not seen much at all seperated. Renee did not sneak off as much to draw, and Harry did'nt ask when she did. When Ron or Hermione asked, he told them to mind their own business. Renee would tell when she wanted to.

The weekend came, and Hogsmeade was on everyone's minds. On the morning of the trip, there was an announcement.

"Trips to Hogsmeade will now be supervised by a Hogwarts professor. Students will be divided into groups of six of their choice. Choose your groups now and report to the Great Hall." Professor McGonagall's voice rang through the castle.

"Supervised!" Ron shouted. "Man, this is not going to be good."

"I wonder why?" Asked Neville Longbottom, who was walking behind him as they made their way to the Great Hall.

Harry knew. It was because of Voldemort. For safety reasons, they would be watched over. Harry being the most watched of all.

Ron and Hermione knew it as well, and just looked at him. Renee had caught up to them.

"Hey, you want to be in a group together?"

"Of course!" Hermione said. Renee seemed very pleased, she was fitting in very well. Seamus and Neville came over to them too.

"Hey Harry, Ron. Hi Hermione. Nice to see you, Renee." Seamus said. "Want to group together?"

"Me too." Neville added.

"Sure," Ron said. The six students walked into the Hall, Professor McGonagall greeting them.

"Hello. I believe you're stuck with me. Pay attention, here are the rules," She began.

"Ah, here we go." Ron muttered.

"We must stay together at all times. We will have a certain amount of time in each popular shop, then thrity minutes for where ever the group decides together to go. Then, it's back to Hogwarts. Any questions?"

The group looked at each other, no one responded.

"Let's go then." She led them out of the hall and out of the castle. They soon found themselves walking with other groups, led by other professors. The first stop was Honeydukes, the candy store. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had a fun time showing Renee all the sweets that she was not fimilular with. When they all made their purchases, it was off to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeer.

"I've heard of butterbeer, but never had any before." Renee said as they found a table together.

"You'll love it!" Hermione said, as they sat down. Harry went with Seamus and Neville to get the drinks, and Renee and Hermione chatted. Suddenly, Renee found herself surrounded.

"Well, if it is'nt the American. Come to taste a bit of English culture?" Said a voice with a sneer.

"Go away, Malfroy." Hermione said, annoyed.

"Oh, are we bothering the all-special American? Would'nt want to spoil your time." Malfroy said, his henchmen, Crabb and Goyle, giggling at his side.

"Lay off!" Hermione shouted.

Harry and Ron heard her, and came quickly over, holding the drinks.

"Get lost Malfroy!" Ron said, putting himself between the girls and Malfroy.

"Well, are'nt we pushy today? Would'nt want a scuffle, with the professors around would we? Also would'nt want to show your American how bad a dueler you are, Weasly." He teased.

Renee stood up and slided next to Ron.

"I'm sure he could do quite fine."

Malfroy looked her up and down and sneered.

"What would you know? Americans are the worst at dueling, you would'nt know a duel if it slapped you in the face!"

Harry was about to jump on him when Renee held her hand out.

"Ok, why don't you let me try. Just to humor yourself."

Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Neville, as well as half the surrounding tables stared at her. She did'nt seem to notice, she kept her gaze on Malfroy, waiting for an answer. He laughed and nudged Crabb and Goyle.

"Sure, go right ahead." He put his hands in his pockets and stood there.

Renee raised her wand, muttered something, and put her wand down. Nothing seemed to happen.

Malfroy, Crabb, and Goyle broke out into hysterics. Pointing at Renee.

Harry felt bad for Renee, and rage went through him. He tried to get at Malfroy again, but Renee held him back.

"Wait. Listen." She sounded confident. Harry was about to politely tell her that her spell did not work, but stopped when Malfroy opened his mouth.

"Hot dog! Hot dog hot dog..." Malfroy's eyes grew wide. "HOT DOG! Hot dog?"

It was Renee's turn to laugh hysterically, and after Malfroy continued to say only the words "hot dog", Harry and the others joined her as well. The laughter growing louder as Malfroy began to panic.

"HOT DOG! Hot dog hot dog hot dog. Hot dog!" He turned to Crabb and Goyle, who were covering their mouths holding back their own laughter. Malfroy hit them hard, and they shuddered, but continued to laugh as Malfroy shouted while leaving,

"HOT DOG! HOT DOOGG! HOT DOG!"

Harry and Ron were practically on the floor, laughing uncontrolably. Half the pub was engaged in loud laughter too, and Renee found herself being supported in Hermione's arms, both doubled over with laughter.

When the laughter finnally died down, and Harry and Ron gathered themselves, they sat down and immediately praised Renee.

"Pure genius!" Ron shouted, wiping tears from his eyes.

"How on earth did you do it?" Seamus asked.

"A little something I learned that was usefull back in Florida." Renee replied.

"What was that?" Hermione asked.

"The repeat charm. You think of a word, point your wand at someone, say 'repeticus', and the only word that person will speek is the word you thought of. It was my mark." She blushed a bit. "I was called a lot of things, at my old school. It came in handy."

Harry understood why, but the others did'nt know. When they persisted to ask her, Harry stopped them.

"Let's finish these butterbeers before McGonagall says it's time to go."


Chapter Six: The December Rose


October flew by, and Halloween was suddenly upon them. The Great Hall was decorated with it's usual carved pumpkins, live bats, and dancing skeletons that Professor Dumbledore had for entertainment. The four friends had become as close as before Renee came, Renee was now a part of the group. Harry was glad, for he was beginning to really like her. Ron and Hermione seemed to as well. It was interesting to compare how they celebrated Halloween in the U.S., versus in England.

November came, and Quidditch had Harry most of the time. It was durring one of his practice sessions that Ron and Hermione engaged in a game of chess, while waiting for him.

"Checkmate!" Ron shouted.

"Oh not again!" Hermione moaned.

"What's the score?" Ron asked.

"Don't ask. Besides, I quit for now. I must regain my sense of dignity." Hermione got up. "I wonder where Renee went?"

"Probibly off by herself again to do whatever she does by herself." Ron said, gathering up the chess pieces.

"She does that often, I wonder what it is she does?" Hermione asked herself.

"Like Harry said, it's none of our business."

"True. But we're friends, we trust each other. There's no reason to keep secrets if we can help it. Besides, I think Harry knows what it is." Hermione got up to the Portrait hole.

"Where are you going?" Ron called after her.

"Check up on her, see if she's alright."

Ron ran after her, and helped her out.

"I know you, you're going to go find out. Well, might as well go with you."

Hermione and Ron walked down to the library, knowing at least that much that it was the library where she spent most of her time.

"Probibly a bookworm, like yourself Hermione." Ron muttered as they went inside.

"Oh quiet." She snapped.

They wandered the bookshelves, searched the tables, and finnally came upon the back of the library that was out of view. Sure enough, with her back towards them, was Renee. They walked up to her, and Renee stiffened.

"Hey guys," She muttered, softly.

"How'd you know it was us?" Ron asked, coming in front of her.

"I could sense you." She said simply. Hermione looked down at her sketchbook.

"So this is what you've been doing all this time! Oh, wow, Renee!" She pulled the book towards herself and Ron. "Wow, you're good!"

"You don't find it... stupid... that I draw Muggle-style?"

Ron was astonished and could'nt speek. Hermione spoke for them.

"Renee, only the most talented witches and wizards are artists! You take the cake! So what if you draw Muggle-style? I can't draw a stick figure."

"Yeah. Wow. Renee." Ron was staring down at her book.

"Why did'nt you tell us?" Hermione asked.

Renee frowned and blushed.

"I was afraid you'd ridicule me. That's why I moved away from my old school, to get away from the names. I learned that charm to help deal with it, but it got me in loads of trouble. I did'nt want to loose the only friends I've got."

Hermione and Ron looked up and gave her smiles.

"Oh, Renee! We would never do that to you! You're a great individual and we love having you as our best friend." Hermione gave her a hug.

"Of course, we're no Malfroy!" Ron giggled.

Renee never felt so happy in her life. She was speechless.


The month was drawing to a close, the Quidditch matches being every other weekend. Renee made it to each of Harry's matches. Which he won each time. She loved to give him pointers on his style, and he actually used them, which gave her a thrill.

At the end of November one Thursday, durring dinner, two letters came for Renee.

"Hello Keto, why hello Sarge!" Renee took the letters.

"What are you doing getting letters now? At dinner?" Ron asked.

Renee opened her first letter and smiled.

"How could I have forgotten? Well, Ok, maybe it was easy to forget." She muttered.

"What?" Harry, Hermione, and Ron asked all together.

"Today's Thanksgiving day. This letter is a blessing and thanks from my brother Timothy. The one from Sarge must be from my parents." She sighed sadly and folded the letters into her robes.

"Do you miss them?" Harry asked.

"All the time, but I'm used to it. I did'nt see them very often to begin with." A smile appeared on her face once more. "Here, time for a culture lesson. It's Thanksgiving, a day to give thanks for whatever we are thankful for. Think of something you are thankful for, and announce it to the table."

The three looked at each other, and thought.

"I'm thankful I have'nt been expelled." Ron announced.

"I'm thankful for my good grades." Hermione said.

Harry thought the longest, what was he thankful for?

"I'm thankful for... best friends."

Renee looked at him.

"That's what I'm thankful for too."


December came and Hogsmeade visits were still supervised. This made Christmas shopping a challenge. Harry easily found gifts for Ron and Hermione, but he could'nt find anything worth giving to Renee. When he asked a clerk if they had anything to do with the arts, he either got looks or a simple no. Nobody sold artist pencils. Not a single store had ordinary artwork for sale.

Time came for students to leave for Christmas holiday, and Hermione was summonded by her parents that she had to come home.

"Merry Christmas!" She called out as she left.

Almost every student went home that year. Parents were afraid for their children, with Voldemort on the loose. Dumbledore encouraged the students to go home, and Harry soon found himself alone with Ron in his dorm. Ron was staying because Mrs. Weasly thought it best if he would. To his surprise, Renee was staying as well. She was the only girl in Gryffindor left behind. Her brother was working on a top secret assignment, and her parents were off somewhere to celebrate alone.

Harry felt real bad, and he and Ron spent extra time with her. She was delighted by the worry, but asked to be left alone for her to work on something.

Christmas morning came, and Harry woke to find the usual gifts piled on his bed.

"Well, another Christmas at Hogwarts, Harry!" Ron shouted as he ripped open his first gift.

Harry preceded to open his. The first was from Ron. He gave him a pack of Quidditch trading cards.

"Wow, thanks Ron!"

"Don't mention it." Ron opened his gift from Harry. "Wow, Harry, thanks for the broom manual!"

"You tell it what your weaknesses are and it'll tell you how to correct them in your flying." Harry said, reaching for his next gift.

This one was from Sirius. Harry opened it excitedly to find a small, circular object. It was'nt very heavy, but it was a pearl color and it fit perfectly in his hand.

"What's that?" Ron asked, leaning over.

"Dunno." Harry said. "Here's his letter."

Dear Harry,
Merry Christmas! I hope you are well. Buckbeak and I are fine, Lupin's with us and we are in the middle of something for Dumbledore. Don't think I would forget you on Christmas though! Found this among my travels. It's called a "happiball". Place it between your hands and it will bring up a happy memory. If you're ever feeling down, just hold it and you will remember something very happy.
Hope you enjoy it, and again, Merry Christmas!
Sirius

"Wow!" Ron said. "Try it out Harry!"

Harry put the happiball between his hands. Almost instantly, he remembered the time when Gryffindor won the House Cup in his first year. He was very happy then, and the feeling came back to him.

"I remember when we won the House Cup the first time." Harry told Ron.

Harry put the happiball aside and looked to his other gifts. Hagrid gave him a neckless with a dragon's tooth threaded through. There was another sweater and chocolate fudge from Mrs. Weasly and even a package of thumbtacks from the Dursleys. Hermione gave him a Quidditch journal, to write down tips and various things concerning Quidditch in. Harry thought that was all until he saw a flat package hidden among the wrappings.

He picked it up, it was as large as a text book, but paper thin. Harry carefully tore the paper back, and revealed something that made him gasp.

It was a matted piece of artwork, done in colored pencil. It was of a silver-colored stag, standing amid fallen leaves and trees. The color was brilliant, almost as if it were a photograph.

"I think I know who's that from," Ron said, seeing Harry's reaction. In the bottom right hand corner, there were initials:

RS
1995

On the back, there was a short note.

To Harry Potter,
Saw you admire my sketch of the stag in the woods. I've had to make a few modifcations, but he's true to life. Hope you like it. A very merry Christmas to you!
Renee Springs

Harry was beyond words. It was one of the most touching gifts he had ever recieved.

"This is probibly what she was working so hard on," Harry muttered.

Ron stared at the picture, then looked sternly at Harry.

"What was it that you gave her?"

Harry's eyes became wide with realization.

"I did'nt! I never found anything! There was nothing that she would seem to like!" He got up and began to panic. "Oh, what am I going to do? She must think I'm a jerk for not gettting her anything! Oh, how hurt she must be!"

"Calm down, Harry!" Ron got up with him. "There has to be something around her you can give her."

"Oh be serious, Ron! What could I possibly give her that would appeal to a girl from a boy's dormitory!"

Ron thought a momment, a grin on his face.

"Come on, Ron. Be realistic." Harry shuffled to the window. He liked Renee, and did not want to hurt her feelings. What would he say to her? Sorry Renee, did'nt find anything art-like in Hogsmeade, tough cookies!

He sighed heavily and he closed his eyes. Something thumped on the window. Harry jumped in alarm.

"What?" Ron asked, running to his side. Harry looked at the window and lying against it was a rose.

"A rose?" Harry said. "In Decemeber?"

"Not just any rose," Ron whispered. " A December Rose!"

"A what?" Harry asked.

"A December Rose, that's what it has to be. They are really rare. It must of grown on the dead ivy here somehow. Legend has it, that if you give a December Rose to someone you love, and that someone loves you just as much in return, the rose will last forever." Ron explained.

Harry stared at the rose. Could he give it to Renee? Did he love her? If he did, does she love him?

Ron studied him.

"You fancy her, don't you?" He asked with a grin on his face.

"Wha? Er.. I.. well I..er.."

"You do! You like her. If you really do, that's the gift you've been looking for."

Harry, without a word, quickly opened the window and carefully picked the rose from the dead ivy, then shut the window again. He looked at it hard.

"Ron, she's from Florida. How would she know the legend?"

"Believe it or not, from what I hear, it get's cold in Florida in December. No snow, but it's cold never-the-less. You can't grow roses in Florida. She should know." Ron assured him. "Come on, let's go down to breakfast. You can give it to her then."

Harry still had doubts, but he had no other choice. He nodded and got dressed. Carefully slipping the rose in his robe pocket, he followed Ron downstairs. Harry expected to encounter Renee in the common room, but it was deserted. She was either still in her dorm or already down in the Great Hall for breakfast. The two boys exited through the portrait hole.

When they entered the Great Hall, it looked much like it did durring Christmas in their thrid year. The house tables were moved to the side walls and the single table where the professors usually sat was set out in the middle. There were only two students sitting among the professors; a shy Hufflepuff sixth year and Renee.

"Merry Christmas!" Professor Dumbledore greeted them. "Looks like another Christmas with so few of us. Come and eat!"

Harry sat down next to Ron, Ron sitting next to Renee. He felt like he could'nt face her.

"Merry Christmas, Ron. I have something for you," Renee said, reaching into her robes without looking up from her plate. She pulled out a box of choclate frogs. "I have so much chocolate, and I know you collect the cards. I hope you find whatever you're missing."

"Thanks Renee!" Ron said, accepting the gift.

Harry turned flush and sank deeper into his seat.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exhanged glances, then looked casually at Harry. When Harry looked up, they gave him a cheerful smile and looked away. This left Harry puzzled, McGonagall rarely ever gave a cheerful smile.

Dumbledore continued the meal with opening several Wizard Crackers, Ron doing the same. He showed Renee how to open them properly and she got a kick out of it.

She does'nt seem too upset. Harry thought. But she has'nt said anything to me. How am I going to do this?

As some of the professors began to leave, Harry took the oportunity to pull Renee aside.

"Renee? May I have a word with you? Outside?" Harry asked her, comming to her side.

She looked at him with a vacant stare, but nodded and followed him out of the Great Hall. Dumbledore and Ron watching them leave.

Harry led Renee out into the hallway, beyond the doors of the Great Hall where anyone could see or hear.

"Er..Renee..I..well.." Harry muttered.

Renee folded her arms and continued to look at him, but begining to blush.

"I want you to know... well..I.." Harry could not find the right words.

"What is it Harry?" Renee said, but her gentle tone surprised Harry. He was'nt sure if this made him feel better or worse.

After a few minutes of uncertainty, Harry gathered himself, stood up straight, and took the rose from his robes.

"I want you to know that I did'nt forget you," He took her hand and placed the rose gently in her palm. She looked at him with wide, surprised eyes. Her jaw dropped and her eyes met his.

Harry was about to ask if she knew what it was, but the way she was looking at him told him that she knew. After looking intently at one another for what seemed like forever, Harry gave her a weak smile and left the hallway, leaving Renee awestruck and still.
****

The day continued, and Renee felt lighter than air. The lonliness of being the only girl in the dorm left as she spent that night thinking about the one gift that she recieved from Harry.

She had thought that Harry was'nt a close enough friend to give her a gift, and while she was'nt a selfish person, waking up to find no package from him made her feel empty. Renee was'nt sure if she loved him before Christmas, but she had noticed the way his eyes lighted up when he saw her sketch of the stag, and decided to make a portrait of it for him. She was'nt sure why she did it, and put so much effort into it too. Renee went through three indigo blues in artist colored pencils before the picture was done. Her uncertainty of weather-or-not he would like it made her feel that the picture was not perfect. Yet, she worked hard on it, and sent it to him anyway. Harry had yet to comment on the picture, so she felt that the picture was'nt perfect afterall.

However, Renee felt closer to him than ever before. She was lying on her bed that evening, staring at the single rose nestled on one of her fleece pillows.

Could it be true that Harry actually loves me? Or is the rose a gift out of desperation? Renee thought. Do I love him that way? The legend calls for true love in order for it to be authentic.

She rolled over to her side, looking closer at the rose.



She sighed and got up out of bed. It looked like another sleepless night, and her creative instincts were calling to her. The emotions and thoughts flooding her mind had to be poured out.

"Time to sketch," She muttered to herself, picking up her sketchbook and walking out of her dorm.

Renee settled herself in a large arm chair which she found perfectly comfortable for sketching in, and got close to the fire of the common room.

"Man, I wanted cold and snow, but this is rediculous! It must be thirty below outside!" She whispered to the room.

"It most likely is," Said a quiet voice.

Renee whipped around to see Harry, curled up on another armchair in the shadows of the common room. Both blushed instantly, but unlike many times before, Renee did'nt shut her sketchbook.

They looked at each other, smiling feebly, in silence.

"Can't sleep again, huh?" Renee said, kindly, breaking the silence.

Harry nodded, sadness flooding through him.

"I was... well.. it's silly really. No need to worry," Harry shrugged.

"You can tell me, they say I'm a good listener." Renee encouraged. She motioned for him to come sit next to her, and while turning a deeper shade of red, Harry obeyed.

"It was a nightmare. About all that what happened last year. I've been getting it all the time," He sighed, feeling angry that he was getting emotional. "It's nothing, like I said, silly!"

Renee gave him a small smile, and nodded.

"I understand. While I don't know details about what happened, from what I know, you are the bravest person I've ever met. Any other kid whose been through and seen what you have would of gone nuts by now. To be able to survive is proof that you are one powerful wizard, Harry. And," Renee leaned closer. "To be able to share your feelings and show them shows maturity. Only a mature person would be able to do what you have done. Holding back emotions makes things worse."

They were silent once more, Harry looking at her with admiration and curiosity. Renee began to say something, but stopped, not sure if she should ask. However, curiosity overcame her, and she asked anyway.

"Harry? I dunno if I should...well, but I've been wondering. Well, how else would you have stayed alright your entire life? Harry? Do you have any..I dunno..happy memories of your parents?"

Harry looked at her in surprise, not sure what to say. Renee saw his reaction and blushed, feeling ashamed.

"I'm sorry, you don't need to answer. I should'nt of asked, especially now..."

But Harry raised his hand to quiet her.

"It's alright." He sighed heavily, a frown on his face. "As much as I try, I can't remember anything but... well.. the bad things. The only--" He stopped, realization flooding his face. "Wait!"

"What?" Renee asked, curious.

Without saying anything, Harry flew up to the boy's dorms, leaving Renee sitting in her place and puzzled. After a few momments, Harry returned, holding something small in his right hand.

"A happiball?" Renee said, leaning towards him to look.

"Sirius gave it to me for Christmas. I completely forgot!" He looked at her with determination. "Maybe if I think hard enough, while I put it between my hands, do you think I could remember something happy about my parents?"

"I'm not sure." Renee said, looking back at him.

Harry sat down across from her again, put a concentrated look on his face, and placed the happiball between his hands.

Renee stared at him, waiting for a reaction. Harry's face showed nothing for what seemed like five minutes. Then suddenly, his eyes began to tear, but his mouth was spread in the widest grin Renee ever saw.

"Do you remember anything?" She asked, excited.

Harry's reply was delayed.

"Yes.." His voice faded.

"Well? If you don't mind me asking."

Harry looked at her, the smile still there, but a single tear running down his cheek.

"My dad's holding me on his broom. I can't see what model it is, but I'm going real fast. He's laughing real hard, and I feel just as happy. My mum's yelling out for us to slow down, but she's laughing too. He stops, and says something, but I can't make it out. Then my mum comes and kisses me. Dad's still holding me, giving me a tight hug, and continues to laugh..." Harry breaks off, still smiling, but the tears running freely from his eyes. He looked away and Renee smiled sadly.

What Renee said next, she was'nt sure how she remembered. But the love she felt deep down, that she did'nt realize was there, spoke for her.

"God gives us memories so that we might have roses in December."

Harry looked up at her, wiping his eyes, still smiling, but with a quizzical look. All Renee could do was smile, and feel puzzled herself. She felt she needed to leave him alone to his thoughts, and left the common room.


Chapter Seven: The Unusual Events


When all the other students returned to school in January, there was gossip everywhere on strange things that took place over the holidays. People were dissapeering, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Renee were the only ones that knew who those people could be.

Death Eaters.

Apparently, Voldemort was grabbing everyone he could to join him in secret. This made Dumbledore nervous, and not long after the students returned, he sent Hagrid off on an "errand". Harry and the others knew he was off to convince the giants to stay away from Voldemort.

With Hagrid gone, for who knew how long, there was a subsitute for Care of Magical Creatures. It was the same lady who took over for him last year, Professor Grubbly-Plank.

"Today, we will cover pegasuses. Do not make any loud noises, or run, or laugh, or..." She droned on and on with rules, while leading the class over to where she had a beautiful pegasus tied up. All the girls gasped and the boys just stared with interest. "Now, I need someone to fetch something for me. I forgot it over by the Quidditch field."

All the girls raised their hands, the boys just looked annoyed.

"What on earth would she leave something for a pegasus by the Quidditch field for?" Ron complained. Grubbly-Plank must of heard him, for she pointed her finger at him over the bobbing heads of the girls.

"You! If you are so interested, you can fetch it for me."

Ron rolled his eyes as he walked up to her for instructions. He sighed as she dismissed him and Harry giggled as he watched Ron walk off.

When he did'nt return for twenty minutes, Harry began to worry.

"What's taking Ron so long?" Harry muttered as he stood by Renee and Hermione while listening to a lecture from Grubbly-Plank.

The girls shrugged and continued to listen, Harry became restless and crept from the group to look out towards the Quidditch field.

While Harry could'nt see details, he did not see anyone around the stadium. He was about to go back to the group when someone tapped his shoulder. Startled, Harry whipped around to face Ron.

"Hey, what'cha looking at?" He asked.

Harry gave him a "what else would I be looking at?" expression and put his hands on his hips.

"What took you so long?"

Ron just shrugged and started to walk off back to the group.

"Are'nt you going to answer me?" Harry yelled at him, annoyed.

"Potter! Keep quiet and get back here before I take points!" Professor Grubbly-Plank shouted out at him.

Harry fumed, but walked silently back towards Renee and Hermione. Ron was standing next to Hermione, but she did not inquire on where he had been. She was too busy looking intently at the pegasus. Renee however was looking curiously at Ron, and looked to Harry when he slided next to her.

"Where was he? Did he say?" She asked him.

Harry shook his head. Renee shrugged and looked back at the pegasus.


When class ended, it was time for lunch. The four friends walked up to the Great Hall together, Ron however, staying close to Hermione. Harry stayed close to Renee, which he noticed that she was also wondering what was up with Ron.

The Great Hall was buzzing with conversations as the meal went on. Harry took the opportunity to question Ron again.

"Ron, why won't you tell us where you were?" Harry said, with Renee nodding at his side.

Ron gave him an annoyed look.

"I just got that stupid bag of hay from the Quidditch field! Where else would I be?"

"It would not take twenty minutes to get a bag of hay from the Quidditch field!" Harry said. "What took so long?"

"It's a long walk!" Ron shouted.

Hermione set her fork down and gave Harry an exasperated expression.

"For goodness sake Harry! Leave him alone! He just dawdled, that's all. If you were'nt eager to run an errand, you would take your time too."

Harry looked at her in complete surprise. Certainly she would want to know what took Ron so long. He glanced at Renee, who looked equally surprised. The four looked at each other, Ron and Hermione against Harry and Renee.

"Alright, no need to get all wound up." Renee said, carefully. "Matter dropped. Everything peachy?"

Ron and Hermione sighed and continued to eat. Harry continued to stare.

"Don't worry 'bout it, Harry. I'm sure he just took his jolly 'ol time getting back and he's just grumpy that he had the job, that's all." Renee put her hand on his shoulder and smiled. However, there was doubt in her voice.

With a last glance at Ron, Harry finished his lunch.


Ron's peculiar behavior did'nt stop there. For the rest of the day, he seemed real distant to Harry. Ron was suddenly interested in carrying on conversations with Hermione, which shocked her. However, she did not object. Between classes, Harry and Renee saw the two of them dissapeer, only to come back for the next class.

"What is up with those two?" Harry whispered to Renee, as they left Transfiguration.

"Dunno. I'll talk with Hermione durring Arithmancy. Try to get something out of Ron durring Divination." Renee said. "Hey, Hermione! Wait up!" She ran over to Hermione, and the two left for class. Harry and Ron walked together to Divination.

"I er.. am sorry for acting real, I dunno, nosey at lunch." Harry said to Ron, trying to open him up.

Ron just looked at him, but nodded.

"No problem. I'm sorry too."

"So," Harry started, trying to act casual. "What have you and Hermione been up to this afternoon?"

Ron shrugged.

"Nothing really, just talking about stuff."

"Oh."

They were silent as they got to class. Professor Trelawney was her usual, whispy self, and Ron appeared to act normal. When class ended, they met up with Renee and Hermione.

"I got to go do something, Harry. Why don't I meet you and Renee at dinner? Hermione, could you come with me?" Ron asked them, standing in the hall.

Hermione, Harry, and Renee looked at each other.

"Er.. sure Ron. I guess I'll see you two later then." Hermione said, and she and Ron walked off down the hall.

Renee and Harry looked after them as they left, then Harry turned to Renee.

"So? What did Hermione say durring Arithmancy?"

"Nothing, she just said that Ron was acting real sweet. He wanted her to join him durring the next Hogsmeade visit, alone."

"Alone? Why?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"I get the feeling he likes her. Hermione seems to like him too, but there is something odd. I'm getting wierd vibes from Ron, since he got back from doing that errand. Something fishy is up with him."

"Emm... yes. He's not himself. I know Ron, he would'nt act all mushy in front of Hermione. But how is he going to pull off getting to be alone with her at Hogsmeade when the visits are supervised?" Harry wondered.

Renee shrugged.

"Beats me. Let's go eat, I'm hungry."


When the next Hogsmeade visit finnally came, the group gathered in the Great Hall to wait for Professor McGonagall. Things seemed to be back to normal with Ron, but Renee continued to say that she still felt wierd vibes from him.

After McGonagall reminded them of the rules, which all of them had memorized, they set out for Hogsmeade. They stopped at their usual places, and gathered in the Three Broomsticks for a round of butterbeer.

Not long after the six of them sat down, a menacing voice rang out over their heads.

"Looks like it's our group of loosers again!" Draco Malfroy, followed by Crabb and Goyle, slided up to their table, each wearing an evil grin. "The American outcast, the bookworm mudblood, the poor redhead idiot, the stupid Neville, Seamus the stupid; and our favorite, all-famous scar-head, Potter."

"I would be careful what you say, Malfroy. You just might get stuck saying what you'll regret." Renee muttered over her mug.

"You're lucky they did'nt believe my story of the too-good American and her unkown spell. Otherwise you would have spent an entire week of detention polishing bedpans! I know Dumbledore knew what the spell was! How else would he have lifted it! But no! There's no proof that the American did it." Draco hissed, almost in her ear.

"Better get lost before you have your vocabulary reduced to two words, Malfroy!" Ron yelled at him.

"I would'nt do anymore charms if I were any of you, if I report another incident there's no way you'll get off again!"

"Malfroy, stop that nonsense you call talking and get lost. Or you'll have no mouth to report another incident with." Renee said, calmly.

Draco sneered at her, with all the disgust in the world.

"I'll show you what a charm really is!" He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Renee. Renee gasped and was rooted to the spot. Harry jumped up and pulled out his own wand in an instant, but before anyone could do anything, McGonagall grabbed Draco's hand.

"Just what do you think you're doing Mr. Malfroy?" Her eyes were narrowed on Draco, who recoiled at being caught.

"Professor... I... Renee here was..." He studdered.

"You'd better come with me to see the headmaster. Fifteen points from Slytherin, for threating another student." She hauled him out of the pub, Draco whining the whole way.

"But... Professor!"

Renee took a deep breath, and looked at Harry.

"Thanks."

"I did'nt do anything, McGonagall is who you should be thanking."

"You would of done something, I'm sure."

Harry blushed. A few minutes past in silence, but Ron spoke up.

"I need to go check something out, with Hermione." He said, extending his hand to Hermione.

"Er... right. We'll see you all later, before we leave."

"Where are you two going?" Harry asked, as they began to walk off.

"Just... nothing. Mind your business!" They two said.

Ron and Hermione walked out of the pub, not worrying about McGonagall seeing them, as she had left with Draco. Harry turned to Renee, a helpless expression on his face.

"I'm sure it's nothing, Harry." Renee shrugged, but she looked just as worried.


When it was time to leave for Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione had not returned yet.

"Ok, now I'm worried sick." Harry muttered to Renee, pacing the walkway.

"We'll have to tell McGonagall." Renee said.

"Of course, she'll notice that there's only four of us." Seamus sighed.

"Where could they have gone?" Nevile whimpered. "I hope it's not... you know... his doing!"

"Don't be rediculous, Neville!" Harry practically shouted. Renee put a hand on his shoulder to quiet him. He sighed, but worry was still there.

Seamus gave Harry a dark expression.

"You never know, Harry. You never know."

Harry shot an angry look at him, who shuffled his feet.

"Sorry." He said, flatly.

Harry continued to pace, then stopped dead.

"I'm going to go look for them,"

"No, Harry!" Renee said. "You can't, it's too dangerous. You'll get in trouble!"

"I can't stand here, doing nothing! They could be in trouble!"

"Let the professors handle it. If it is you-know-who, then... well.." Renee broke off.

"I'm going," Harry said, stubbornly.

"Going where, Potter?" Professor McGonagall walked up to them, worry spreading her face. "Where's Granger and Weasly?"

"They're missing, Professor." Renee said, before Harry could say anything.

"Missing?" She practically shrieked. "For how long?"

"Since not long after you left with Draco Malfroy, Professor." Neville said.

McGonagall looked to each of them, anger vibrating through her body.

"And you wait until now to report it? Why did you let them leave by themselves? You're soposed to look out for each other!"

The four teens stood still in their spots. Not uttering a word. Shame showing in their eyes.

"All of you will go with Professor Flitwick back to Hogwarts. I'll notify the authorties and look for Granger and Weasly."

Each of them nodded and turned to leave, before McGonagall yelled after them.

"And each of you will report to my office, once you get back to Hogwarts!"

The four of them groaned, and went to join Professor Flitwick's group. They remained silent on the way back to the castle, Renee looking sympathetic at Harry. He felt terrible, he had let Ron and Hermione walk off. Why did'nt he persist to question what they were doing? Why did'nt he insist that he go with him?

Renee seemed to be reading his mind.

"It's not your fault Harry. The ones at fault here is just Ron and Hermione. They should'nt of walked off. It's not your responsibility to look after them."

"They're my two of my best friends, Renee. I don't know what I'd do if something terrible happened to them." Harry moaned.

"I feel the same way, but the professors will find them. I'm sure of it."

Harry looked up at her with doubt, but she was smiling at him, and the feeling of trust he often gets when he sees her flooded his mind again.

"I hope you're right," He whispered.

Harry, Renee, Seamus, and Neville broke off from Professor Flitwick's group and headed up to Professor McGonagall's office. To their surprise, waiting for them, was Professor Dumbledore.

"Hello everyone," He smiled. "Take a seat while we wait for Professor McGonagall to return."

The four of them obeyed, but Harry was looking at Dumbledore, puzzled.

"How'd you find out so fast?" He asked, before he could stop himself.

Dumbledore just laughed.

"News travels fast." He said, simply.

"Do you think they'll find them, Professor?" Seamus asked.

"They already have. Quite a prompt staff I have here, I'm proud to say." He smiled at them, noticing the shock on each of their faces.

"They must not of been far then," Renee muttered. "So nothing bad could of happened, right?"

Dumbledore looked at her and nodded, a slight shadow of a frown on his face. He was about to say something, when the office door flew open. Standing in the door frame was Ron, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall.

"Ah, here they are!" Professor Dumbledore said, standing up.

"Take a seat." McGonagall said flatly to Ron and Hermione. As they walked past Harry and the others, they did not look at them. When they were seated, McGonagall faced them all, Dumbledore moving to the side.

"Please explain. Mr. Weasly first."

"Hermione and I just went out for a walk, that's all. We did'nt intend on walking far. I never noticed that we walked straight out of town."

"How could you not notice being out of town? We found you in the middle of the woods!" McGonagall steamed.

"It's true, Professor." Hermione said. "We were so caught up in talking that we completely lost track of everything. It won't happen again, honest!"

"Do both of you realize what could of happened? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there now?" McGonagall shouted, angerly. Professor Dumbledore placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Minerva,"

She sighed, shaking her head.

"I don't understand it. Especially you, Hermione. I thought better of you,"

Hermione stared at her feet. Professor McGonagall then turned to Harry and the others.

"And all of you, it's each of your responsibilities to stay together. One or all of you should have reported their dissapeerance earlier, and not have let them walk off without telling anyone. A point from Gryffindor each, and five points each from Ron and Hermione."

"But Professor...!" Harry started.

"No buts, Mr. Potter! All of you are dissmissed. Ron and Hermione are to stay here, so we can discuss your detentions."

Harry, Renee, Seamus, and Neville got up and left the office.

"I guess I'll see all of you later," Seamus muttered, walking hastily off.

"Bye." Neville squeaked, nearly close to tears.

Harry and Renee stood alone in the hallway. They were at a loss for words.

"What do you want to do, Harry?" Renee finnally asked.

Harry shrugged. He was angry.

Renee could tell, so she said good bye and left him to himself in the hallway. Harry continued to stand in his spot, until fifteen minutes later, Ron and Hermione stepped out of Professor McGonagall's office.

They slowly walked up to him, obviously afraid of how he felt. All Harry could do was stare at them, anger and concern overcomming him.

"Harry I..." Ron studdered.

"I'm so, so sorry, Harry." Hermione moaned.

"Do you have any idea of how worried I was?" Harry whispered, with a dangerous tone.

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks, Ron looking a little releaved.

"Oh, come on now, Harry. Who are you? My mum?"

Harry just stared daggers at him.

"It was a huge mistake on our part, Harry." Hermione explained. "We're so terribly sorry. We won't do it again, promise!

"Why did'nt you tell me?! What were you two doing?! I thought we were friends, you could of told me!" Harry shrieked.

Ron and Hermione looked hurt, but not nearly as much as Harry did.

"How can we make it up to you, Harry?" Ron said, quietly.

Harry looked to each of them, then looked away and sighed.

"I'm not sure, Ron. I honestly, don't know."


Chapter Eight: Wonders In the Darkness


For the next few weeks, conversations between Harry, Ron, and Hermione were brief. Harry was still hurt about what happened durring the last Hogsmeade visit. Rumors had flown around the school about Ron and Hermione, and they were constantly questioned about what they were doing. They kept to their story about just talking and loosing track of time, but Harry and Renee had doubts.

Renee, unlike Harry, was eager to make a mends. The unpleasent vibes she got when around the three of them made her very uncomfortable. Giving up on trying to find out what really happened, she tried everyday to get everyone back to normal. When that failed, she persisted to do it individually.

"Harry, you're miserable! Just make up with them, I'll work on Hermione and you work on Ron." She said to Harry, as they were doing homework alone in the common room.

"What is there to work on?" Harry muttered, pretending to focus on his Divination paper.

"It is true that the problem is really you, Harry. You can't be mad at them forever. Forgive them, for crying out loud!"

Harry looked up at her, turning angry. He was about to say something to her out of anger, but looking into her blue eyes made him unable to be mad at her. All he could do was sigh, then nod.

"You're probibly right," He muttered.

"I know I'm right! These type of things I'm good in." She closed her textbook and got up. "C'mon, let's go make some friends."

She grabbed Harry by the hand, who reluctantly got up and allowed himself to be led out of the portrate hole. Still holding his hand, they walked down to the library, where Ron and Hermione choose to do their homework since Harry would'nt speak with them.

"E'lo guys! Wussup?" Renee said, coming over to them. Harry pulling behind her.

"Hey, Renee." Ron said. He looked at Harry and frowned. "Harry."

Renee sighed and sat down next to Hermione.

"How's it going, Renee?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, you know, the typical homework thing. How 'bout you?"

"Same." Hermione replied, looking down at her work. Renee bit her lip and looked up at Ron and Harry. Both of them were looking in opposite directions. Renee suddenly had an idea.

"Look at that! I think I just saw Draco Malfroy streaking the hallway! Wait, is that Madam Pomfrey chasing him with a sponge?" She yelled, standing up and pointing behind Ron and Harry.

"Where?!" Harry and Ron said in union. Hermione stood up with Renee, looking where she was pointing. The three of them walked towards the library doors, looking out in the hallway. Renee stayed behind, laughing. Ron, Harry, and Hermione looked back at her, annoyed, but they looked at each other and burst out laughing too.

"If only that were true," Ron said between laughs. "I would have paid to see that!"

"Yeah, we would of needed Colin Creevy here to take a picture!" Harry said.

"Now, that's better!" Renee said to them, walking up.

"That was pretty lame," Hermione said to her. "But, I have to admit, it would of been funny."

The four of them continued to laugh, and things were back to normal.

Or so Harry and Renee thought.
****

It turned to February, and the cold snow outside kept all the classes indoors. Fires were lit everywhere, and students huddled together as they completed homework in their time off.

Renee had figured that things between Harry, Ron, and Hermione were as they were, but she continued to get funny feelings around Hermione and Ron. They still snuck off together, leaving Harry and Renee puzzled. Yet, they agreed to mind their business. Renee did'nt tell Harry about her feelings when she was around them, as not to upset things between them.

In fact, Hermione grew more curious about Renee. She often spent time alone with her, asking about her family life and what it was like in America. Renee had thought that the novelty of the fact she was American had worn off, especially with Hermione, but she told her things anyway. Having a best girl friend was great with her. She never had one before.

It was durring another private conversation with Hermione that she asked Renee when her birthday was. Renee hesitated, thinking it was'nt important. No one had cared before, and she expected little from her own family about it.

"Well, it's February third, actually." She replied.

"February third? Why, that's two days from now!" Hermione said, in surprise. "Why did'nt you say anything before?"

"I did'nt think it was important." Renee shrugged.

Hermione seemed to think a momment, then got up.

"Well, whatever. I need to go talk with Ron about a question I have to do for Transfiguration. I'll see you later." She walked off.

That's odd. Renee thought. Since when does Hermione need help in anything? And to go to Ron for help?

Renee just sighed, and got up herself. She got out her sketchbook and made way for the library.
****

"Her birthday's when?!" Harry asked Hermione in alarm.

"On the third. Two days from now. You guys, I think she's never had a birthday party before." Hermione said.

She had found Harry with Ron in the Gryffindor common room. They were both playing chess, as she landed them with the news.

"We gotta do something for her," Harry told them.

"Do what for who?" Asked George Weasly, Ron's brother, who was walking past them.

"It's Renee Spring's birthday in two days." Ron told him.

"The American girl?" Fred Weasly asked.

"What's going on?" Lavander Brown asked them, walking over.

"You guys, I got an idea." Harry said.
****

Two days later, Renee was in the library. Among her art supplies, three letters were spread out in front of her. One from her brother Timothy, along with thrity Galleons. Another was from her parents, that came with a box of oil pastels from Japan. The third was from her oldest brother, John Springs. He was married and had a child, they lived in Colorado. He sent her twenty Galleons.

"Happy Birthday, Renee." She said, quietly to herself. She glanced at her watch. "Woa, better get to bed."

Renee stuffed all of her belongings in her book bag and walked out of the library. The hallways were virtually empty, as it was late and most people were either in their common rooms or in bed. When she walked up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Renee noticed that she was awake, when most of the time, she was asleep at that hour.

"Why, hello my American dear!" She said awful loud.

Renee stared at her, puzzled.

"Uh..hello."

"What's the password?"

"Butterbeer..." Renee muttered, still confused.

"Have a good time!" The Fat Lady crowed, swinging open. Renee carefully walked inside, only to find the common room pitch dark.

"Good time?" Renee wondered.

"SURPRISE!"

Renee practically jumped three feet in the air and dropped her book bag. The common room was suddenly flooded in light and standing before her was Harry, Ron, Hermione, and half of the entire Gryffindor house.

"What the...?" Renee whispered, weakly.

Harry walked up to her and picked up her book bag. He handed it to her with a big grin.

"Happy Birthday, Renee."

"Yeah, Happy Birthday!" George shouted.

"Are you surprised?" Hermione asked.

"We got you cake!" Seamus yelled out.

"Food!" Half the room cried.

Renee's mouth was wide open, and she began to shake.

"I... I.. I was... how'd you..?" She stuttered to Harry, who had grabbed her arm in response. "I... don't... know what... to say!"

"I thought you would like this." Harry told her, leading her over to the cake where the room was centered around.

The room sang as she blew the candles out, sixteen in all. Punch was handed out as George and Fred had grabbed what they could out of the kitchens. The cake, supposably, was a gift from Professor Dumbledore. How he knew, Renee was'nt sure, for she did'nt ask.

When the excitment died down, and people left upstairs for bed, Harry stayed behind with Renee. Ron and Hermione left together, parting at the staircases. Renee was still in shock, it was the best birthday present she had ever recieved.

The room emptied, and soon they were alone. They sat in silence, Renee gathering her thoughts about the evening. Finnally, Harry sat down next to Renee in front of the fire.

"Did you like it?" He asked.

"Like it? Oh Harry, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never had a surprise party before, and it's been so long since I had a party overall. Thank you so much!"

He smiled, then looked down at his hands.

"There's... one more thing. I have something for you," He reached into his robes and pulled out a package. Renee gasped as he handed it to her. Looking at him with a "you should'nt have!" expression, she opened it.

It was a wooden box, with "Renee" engraved on the top. Opening it up, she found it filled with artist-quality colored pencils.

Renee was breathless. All she could do was stare at the gift, then stare at Harry, then look back at the box again.

"I special-ordered it. With help." He said, smiling at her reaction.

"Oh, Harry....how'd...I mean...oh my gosh! This...oh man!" Her eyes began to well up.

They looked into each other's eyes, and Renee leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you... this means to the world to me." She whispered in his ear.

Harry beamed as she got up and made way for the girl's dorms. Before she walked out of sight, she looked back and smiled.
****

When Harry finnally got up to bed, Ron was waiting for him.

"So? What'd she think?"

Harry just looked at him and smiled. He got undressed and climbed into bed.

"Thanks, you guys." He said to the room.


Harry soon fell asleep, feeling exceptionally good that he made Renee happy. He began to dream, dreaming that he was with Renee. They laughed together and Harry picked her up and took her for a spin on his broom. When they landed, Renee kissed him on his cheek, and he felt himself go red. He kissed her back, and she beamed at him. She was about to say something, when a thump next to him woke him up.

"What the..?" He muttered.

Harry, groggy and dazed, sat up in bed and looked around. He looked over to Ron's bed. Ron was not in it.

"Ron?" Harry whispered.

He got up and searched the dorm. When he did not find him, he walked down to the common room, thinking he could'nt sleep. Harry did'nt find him there.

"Harry? Is that you?" Whispered someone from behind him.

Renee was tip-toeing down the stairs from the girl's dorms.

"Did I wake you?" Harry asked.

"No, but Hermione did. She's not in bed."

"Ron's not in his either." Harry replied.

They were both going to say something when the portrait hole opened. Ron, followed by Hermione, stepped inside.

"What were you two doing?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

"We could'nt sleep, so we took a walk down to the kitchens for some milk." Hermione answered, walking up to Renee.

"Really, we were. Nothing happened." Ron said to Harry, for Harry was looking at them in disbelief.

"You could of at least asked to use my cloak, you could of been caught! What would McGonagall and Dumbledore do if you had?" Harry fumed.

"Good point, Harry. We promise to ask for your cloak in the future. Just calm down, let's go to bed." Hermione took Renee's hand, who looked stunned, and she dragged her back up to the girl's dorms.

"Sorry, Harry. I'll tell you next time I decide to go walking 'round Hogwarts in my pajamas with a girl." He laughed, yawned, and went back to the boy's dorms.

Harry, too tired to argue, followed him.