The black hair girl tapped her foot anxiously; she bit down on her lip restraining herself from saying something. Her roommates were sitting around her on the couch chirping away about another mindless topic. Currently they were dissing one of the other girls in their year, who was also on the trip. After a while the conversation turned to the dark haired girl.

"You know, Jackie," one of the girls said in her sing song voice. "Derrick was really mad when you left him."

"Yes, I heard the same thing. They said that he got picked up by the police and he was completely smashed. You should take him back, he doesn't want to be with anyone but you." Another one of the little harpies said.

"I should, should I? Did you ever wonder that that isn't possible because he hit me? I'm pretty sure that's not the kind of relationship I want to be in." The black haired girl said, the heat rising in her cheeks.

"How could you turn down the best looking guy in our year?" The first girl sang.

"Maybe, it has something to do with good looks not being everything." Jackie said through her teeth.

"Yes but he is such a wonderful guy…

The lobby of the hotel was crowded when the dark haired boy came down to get a pizza for the café. People were sitting on all the chairs and at all the tables. Harry went to the line and ordered his pizza. The cashier said it would take 10 minutes.

Harry looked around the lobby, all the people sitting around talking to their companions. One group caught his eyes. There were about four girls on one of the couches, all talking at once. The only one that mattered was the one with dark hair. Her eyes flashed with anger as she argued blithely with one of the other girls. Her face was getting red, but the girl she was arguing with didn't seem to notice. She continued to talk ignoring the other girl's protests.

Then the dark haired girl stopped arguing. She stared at the other girl with accusing eyes. Nothing else in the room seemed to matter to her. Not the wail of someone's baby or the laughter of a group of old men playing cards. Nothing mattered but the anger that she felt, the uncontrollable fire in her mind the…

It all happened so fast the dark haired boy wasn't sure what it was at first. One of the over head lights exploding, shards of glass rained down on the people below. Someone screamed, others ran, and chaos ensued. Staff members tried to calm the people, but it was no use.

All Harry saw was a glimpse of the black haired girl disappearing up the stairwell. He ran, throwing the doors to the stairway open. He ran up the steps two at a time, not sure what he was doing, only aware of the fact that he needed to talk to the girl. He needed to help her.

Jackie collapsed after the first few floors of stairs. Her mind was running in circles trying to comprehend what had just happened. It had happened again, that unexplainable power. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. She tried to control it, but how do you control something you can't explain.

She had let her anger get the best of her. It always happened when she got really mad. The first time was when her mother had died. There was a vase of flowers sitting on the piano. They were white roses; her mother's favorite. She hated her mother for dying and leaving her alone, how could she have done that? She was mad at the world, mad at her mother, mad at her father, and mad at the flowers. Those delicate white petals, which resembled the very way her mother had looked while she was in the hospital slowly dying, no one able to save her.

There's no way to explain to a child that there was nothing the doctor could do to save her mother. So she sat there, staring at the flowers, her eyes raging with anger. Then as if a small bomb had gone off the vase exploded. Glass and water flew in every direction. Those delicate petals were shredded by the glass and lay limply on the floor in a pile of glass shards. No one would be able to figure out it had been her that had broken that light, but she felt trapped, thinking of ways that she could hurt people if she let her anger get out of hand.

She cried into her hands, her body leaned up against the cold cement wall of the stair well. Her sobs were so loud, so desperate, her mind so lost in her own pain she didn't hear anyone walking up the stairs after her. She didn't know they were there until they reached out a hand a placed it on her shoulder.

Her eyes were red when she looked up at him. Harry could tell that something serious had upset. It was such a similar sight, someone so completely immersed in their own sorrow. How many friends had he seen like this? And then something in the back of his mind was trying to tell him there was something he needed to know, he just couldn't figure it out. There was something about this girl that was like other girls.

"Do you want to talk now?" He offered sitting down next to her. She looked away, tears wetting the concrete floor near her feet. Her hands held her hair out of her face. It was a horrible way to see someone; it reminded Harry of his own pain.

"It's nothing really, just silly ole me over reacting." She choked out.

"It's not nothing if it has you so upset. What were those girls saying to you?" He asked hoping that talking about it would make her feel better.

"It doesn't matter; I shouldn't have let it bother me that badly. They're always like that, cold and uncaring."

"Then why were you there? Why put up with people like that?" He asked earnestly.

"Why? The rest of them are the same. Just as conniving. But the ones I was with, they use to be friends, good ones, or at least I thought they were. Then life happened and we drifted apart." She said whipping her eyes.

"No kind of friend should do that. How could they be so inconsiderate?"

"Well, me and them have a totally different outlook on life, let's say they are very materialistic. And we disagree on a lot of things, like what a relationship is. I went out with this guy and, you know at first it was all good and dandy, but then he started to get really stressed. He was failing a class and he was afraid he wouldn't be able graduate. He started to take it out on me. At first it was yelling at me, and I could take it, I thought he would get over it after a while. But it didn't, it just seemed to escalate until one day he hit me." Harry looked at the girl, her blue eyes looked blank and stared forward.

He wanted to reach to her, say something to try and comfort her, but his mind could form no words. He was so use to keeping everything locked up in side of him that it was odd for him to have some one else tell him their problems. Him, some stranger she had met once. But when he thought about it later, what he would have given to have had someone he could tell his problems to in the past, someone who indifferent to the situation, it would have helped.

The girl continued, "I decided that he had gone too far and broke up with him. He didn't take it to well; he's become obsessed with me now. All he does is try to get back with me and drink. He doesn't think it matters that he hurt me, and that it hurts every time I see him. Your average movie cliché relationship"

"I don't know much about movies, but those girls don't care that you don't want to hear about that and all?"

"You obviously aren't accustomed to girl talks, or maybe it's only American girls."

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, you are obviously from Britain or somewhere near there because of your accent. And Americans have a habit of being rude and ill-mannered."

"I guess some Americans are. The only girls I'm really close to is my friend Hermione and she isn't like that. She's complained about the other girls doing that, but not her. I'm glad I never had to listen to any of it. Gossip, really, is it necessary?" Harry rambled on. "I used to have a lot of gossip about me, so you know, I never heard any of it. How about, we make you feel better by talking about something less depressing. Like, what is you name?" The girl laughed, throwing her head back.

"Smooth, real smooth. My name is Jackie. And yours?"

"Harry." Jackie smiled. "What's funny about my name?" Harry looked at her confused.

"It's just I always thought that when I met someone named Harry, he'd be, well, hairy."

"Have you looked at my head. This mop of hair is untamable. And that is on a good day."

"I guess I can't talk to you anymore," Jackie said in a dead serious voice. "I can't be seen with someone who doesn't have perfect hair."

"Oh, that hurt, it really did." They sat and talked for a while on the stairs until someone opened one of the doors and started to walk down. They decided it was time to leave and that they would still meet that night.

"Thanks Harry." Jackie said before leaving.

"What for?"

"You know, making me feel better."

"Oh, it was my pleasure. Think of me as a knight in shining armor. I have to come to rescue the damsel in distress."

"Who said I liked being a damsel in distress?"

"I did."

That night Jackie snuck out of the room again, once again able to miss the guard that should have been patrolling the halls. The routine was the same as the last night. Go down to the lobby, get a towel and walk out on to the patio. But this time when she got there the boy named Harry wasn't there.

Jackie sat on one the lounge chairs looking up at the sky. The night was clear and stars twinkled down. Her mind had begun to wander when a tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality.

"Star gazing isn't as fun as you may think it is." Harry said sitting down on a chair next to Jackie.

"And you would know that why?"

"Well, in school I took astronomy. Not the funniest class, late night trying to chart stars and such. Really it was quite a bore on occasion."

"And what school did you go to."

"It was a boarding school, but the name is kinda unusual, you're going to laugh at it.

"Tell me."

"Well it was Hogwarts." Jackie chuckled.

"Hogwarts, what kind of a name was that?" She asked

"It was named that for some reason, but I never cared to remember, I bet my friend Hermione would know. She's the brain of my little group of friends."

"What's this group?"

"Its, me, my best mate Ron, and Hermione. We've been friends since we were eleven."

"You're lucky then, I wish I had a group of friends like that. All the ones I use to be friends with are back stabbers."

"Oh poor Jackie," he said kneeling down on the ground. "Jackie, would you care to join my group of friends. I'm sure they would love you."

"Sure, it would be great to have friends who didn't talk about you." Jackie said laughing.

A.N.

So lovelies, the third Chapter. I have two more written and one in the works. Probably nothing else this week, maybe next Monday cause there is no school and all. I want to thank Prongsgrl who was my first reviewers since I started to rewrite this. Till next time Dingo