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Ok on this one (as well) I took some parts out of the book, but hey its kinda the same story- just from a different point of view!
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DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS J K ROWLING DOES AND SHE IS VERY LUCKY TO DO SO!! no fair...
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Chapter 4 – Giving up on hope
Tom breathed in the early morning air; birds sang their morning chorus for everyone to hear.
At the top step of the Owlery he stumbled and just caught the window ledge to steady him self. Tom straightened up and looked out over the grounds towards the Dark Forest. He saw a trickle of smoke rise from Hagrid's chimney, and as he did so a speck of flowing black appeared in the distance over the tops of the trees – a dementor.
Tom snatched his eyes form the horrid sight, turning away to begin his decent down the stairs once more when he heard a sweet humming from below him.
"Hello?" he called waiting to find out his company. The humming stopped, then
"Who's that –Oh damn it!"
Tom jogged the rest of the stairs to see a girl crouching over a few packages.
"Rachael! You're back then." Tom laughed and bent down to help pick up the gifts spread on the ground,
"Yup I'm back – already I'm sending out birthday prezzies because I packed them instead of leaving them at home! She looked annoyed with herself. Glancing at Tom she quickly pretended to search for an owl. Tom looked at her thoughtfully.
She was very pretty, he'd give her that, with her brunette hair flowing down her back and as the sun rose it nestled on her soft features and deep brown eyes. He was surprised that she didn't have a boyfriend, yet maybe she wasn't that type. His thoughts lingered for a moment but before he knew it he was daydreaming about Claire once again.
'If she was here now, the things I could say to her...but then again I probably would make a complete twat of myself...' he sighed "What can I do?"
"Pardon? What did you say?" Rachael quizzed him
"I, I didn't say anything did I?"
"Yer you did-something about 'what can I do?' or something."
"Oh! Sorry I think I need food, I can't concentrate."
Stretching for what felt like the millionth time that day, Claire trod the familiar walk down to the Hall for breakfast. As she walked the bottom few steps of the marble staircase, a memorable face appeared through the entrance doors,
"RACHAEL! YOU'RE BACK! How are you, where have you just been?" The latter words sounded suspicious as Claire had just spotted whom she was walking with. Tom.
"I'm fine thanks, just popped to the Owlery, and bumped into Tom here. Anyway what was so urgent that you had to tell me...?"
Claire had been watching Tom walk past them with a smirk on his face. 'What were they up to? I can trust Rachael can't I?' almost as quickly as she stopped thinking the thought erased itself. She couldn't seriously be that stupid, she'd trust Rachael with her life-or could she?
Half the term flashed by with only a few interesting things – Harry Potter falling off his broomstick after encountering a dementor attack, the first Hogsmeade trip for all Year 3's, Harry Potter was also supposed to die because he had the 'grim' in their first Divination lesson, and it was the latter in which they were in now.
"Remember now my dears – broaden your minds!"
"More like –boredom of minds!"Tom muttered under his breath not caring who heard him. Giggling from behind him made him smile and he turned around to see who it was. Rachael and Claire. Turning back around he came face to face with Mrs Trelawney.
"What did you say my dear?" Mrs Trelawney asked him while adjusting her huge, round, insect-like glasses. Tom tried not to laugh,
"Nothing I must have just lost my concentration..."
"Pity, pity. Try not to next time dear – you may have been having a look into the future and beyond!" With the last words she flung her arms up into the air with a flourish. Mrs Trelawney breathed deeply as she lowered her hands and walked over to her chair and sat down deep in concentration. The bell rang and Tom left as fast as possible, nearly falling down the ladder before he had fits of laughter and could barley breathe.
Rachael followed a little later and she looked at Tom in such a way that he could help but laugh once more – Rachael too started laughing when Claire came down the ladder. Claire looked at them both clutching each other to try and calm down.
"Guys calm down it wasn't that funny!"
"Sorry – Can't – help – Oww –Pain – from laughing"
"Tom, what about you? Coming to lunch?" Claire said surprising herself once again 'Wow I talked to him, again! Is it always that easy?'
Tom looked at her, straightened his face then spoke "Yer sure." He walked up to her putting a hand on her back to gently steer her through an archway.
As soon as Claire had spoken to him he pulled his act together. He put a hand on her back but he instantly wanted to take it away. However he could not. A force seemed to be keeping it there until they got to the top of the staircase, when he let go.
His fingers were tingling, he couldn't understand it, and nothing had made him feel this way since, since, he didn't know when!
"Oh no I forgot my book!" exclaimed Rachael. Turning back she thundered up the stairs.
Tom and Claire where alone once more. She looked up to him and half smiled. 'I must tell her know' he thought as she walked a little ahead. He had been hoping on this moment for a while.
"Claire I need to tell you something important."
"Go on, you can tell me anything."
"Right, OK erm... Well the things is–"
MWAH HA HA HA ME SOOOO EVIL
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