Chapter 6
I feel so sorry for Harry, Lockheart practically kills him each lesson! Harry hates it but I know he does it so that he can keep Lockheart in a good mood as he's going to ask him for a permission slip for the restricted section.
"How'd it go?" I asked, "Great! As you would expect, Lockheart would probably kill for me." He replied, looking at me with a grin. "Well, as long as he doesn't kill you first! One day he'll perform one of those spells-" "-And I'm a goner. Yeah I know! Just gotta be careful." "Come on! Hermione will be waiting for us!" and we both headed off towards the library.
"Here," she said slamming the book down on to a table "Moste Potente Potions. Ah, here it is, The Polyjuice Potion. Wow! It's so complex and the ingredients… 'Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed and knotgrass' that's easy enough we can get those out of the students cupboard, 'Powdered horn of a Bicorn' Where the hell I we going to get that? And 'Shredded skin of a Boomslang', that'll be tricky too… and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into." "Excuse me!" said Ron, who I promptly turned away from as I still hadn't forgiven him "I'm not drinking Crabbe's toenails if that's-" "We can think of that later, it's the last thing to put in." interrupted Hermione, "And-" "Hermione, how long is this going to take?" asked Harry, her face fell. "Well, if we get all the ingredients it should take about a month." "About a month!?" exclaimed Harry. "But Malfoy could have attacked half of the muggleborns by then!" protested Ron, I glared at him and then turned towards Harry who had snatched the book of Hermione. I was not taking part in the interview with Malfoy, I'd help make the potion yes, but interrogating my brother no. It wasn't fair just because they don't like him, doesn't mean they have to accuse him for something so serious! "Harry, you should just knock him off his broom tomorrow, it'll be fine." Said Ron, If I was allowed to hex him! I shuddered.
I woke up early, but not too early, I went down to the great hall which ws deserted and sat down, I poured myself some orange juice and dished up some bacon and eggs. I was eating by myself for about 10 minutes until someone else came in. It was Harry "Do you mind?" he asked, gesturing the seat next to me. "Go ahead." I replied. We ate in silence all you could hear was the crunch of Harry's toast has he ate. After a few extra moments Harry had finished his toast (me having already finished), he looked at me and said "Walk with me?" I blushed "Umm… Sure. I guess." And we both stood up and left by this time several more people entered.
Outside was chilly and bleak with a fine mist, it was beautiful especially the frosted grass, I took a deep breath and then let it all out. I turned around but Harry wasn't there, he had disappeared into the mist. Suddenly I felt a warm hand grasp my own. "Sorry," he whispered and we walked hand in hand together. We reached a willow tree with branches that hung over the lake, leaving an enclosed area under the fronds. He slipped through and held the fronds open for me, I entered. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked looking at him directly into those bright green eyes. My heart melted.
Harry's P.O.V- We stood there gazing at one another for quite a time. My heart having already melted reached out to her with a yearning passion to be hers. "Well, I was wondering… you know… if… if… what I mean to say is… that i… that i… " I looked her tentatively bracing myself to seea glare in her eyes like she Had when she saw Ron, but instead she wore a look of true intrest. "Go on," she whispered, "Well… Miriam i… i… MiriamILoveYouVeryMuchAndIWouldLikeYouToBeMyGirlfriend." It came all out in a rush and I blushed in embarrassment. She looked shocked, "I… I… I'm sorry- I can't- My parents, my brother- I'm sorry- I truly am-" she looked at me gave me a huge hug, "I truly am sorry, but not now." and she ran out from under the tree and away. I felt like had been kicked in the face, 'I'm truly sorry, but not now.' But if not now, when?
Miriams P.O.V – I felt awful, I had rejected him because of my parents. Why did I not say yes? My parents couldn't stop me… actually they can... If they found out (if i said yes i mean) they could have seriously hurt me. Especially Dad, i was terrified of my father, he was a death eater, viscous and cruel as a result. I had always been abused and neglected, i remember one day i told Dobby and my Dad overheard me, it was awful. I was punished (with the Cruciatas curse) and sent to my room without food for 3 days.
I ran to my room, at that moment i didn't care if i missed the quidditch match, i pulled out the diary and wrote vigorously.
'Tom, oh tom! What can i do?'
