Harry, was lost it was 2:00 am and he sat in a chair next to the Light Veela. After she had awoke and almost caused everyone to pass out with fear, she herself had collapsed, Dumbledore not wanting to disturb her levitated her onto the bed she had been sleeping in since she arrived. The window near her bed, that was wall width was open to a now more calm sky, but it wasn't clear. It was still cloudy, the stars not being able to shine through the thick mass. A cool gentle breeze caressed his face and he suddenly wished his parents were with him. But the breeze oddly reassured him that he wasn't alone.

Katrina was lying on her stomach, wings still exposed, flopping almost droopily on each side of her, the broken wing pained him to look at. There was a lot of dried blood on it, and some still flowed out slowly making her black coal wings have a red tinge. He wanted to clean it, touch it, the curiosity was burning brightly but he didn't want to risk waking her, and if she did wake while being caught in the act of cleaning her wings or touching them, how would he explain himself? 'Oh I'm sorry, I just wanted to touch them to see if they were real.' Yeah, that would go down well.

Harry wondered if she would act the same when she awoke again, he hoped she wouldn't. He didn't think Ron could handle seeing those claws of hers anytime soon. He allowed himself to let a small smile grip his mouth; he had been on his way to the common rooms when he had spotted his two best friends curled up together in front of the fire. Ron had had his back against the overstuffed couch with Hermione in his lap, as cute as the picture had been it would have been nicer if Ron hadn't of been drooling, or Hermione snoring slightly louder than he would have thought was humanly possible.

Harry felt his head drop forward as sleep claimed his mind, his eye lids became heavy and as he slumped into his hard chair, he let his eyes see only soft silk black wings before he was surrounded in darkness.

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Her mind was blank at fist. She slowly opened her heavy eyes to see only a black fluffy mass of hair. Startled slightly she blinked to focus her vision. There sitting by the bed she had found herself on, was that black haired boy. Suddenly her mind kicked in and the memories flooded back. She whimpered slightly, she was alone again. But something wasn't right, her memory didn't quite add up, she new there was more to it, but she just couldn't remember. It was blocked from her mind, like the one she saw before. What was she going to do now? Where would she go? She knew she could never live back in Australia, too many memories, and too much pain. And then another thought returned to her, what of her mate? Her eyes widened at this thought, not once had it crossed her mind since she was taken hostage about her mate. She knew they weren't in Australia, she had had a dream when she had come into her powers, it spoke of long distance across a great see, she had seen a brave lion fighting with something, it hadn't shown it clearly.

Without even thinking she tried to move her wings, scorching pain rippled through her and she clenched her teeth letting a hiss slip through. She looked at the boy more closely with blank eyes. He was slumped in the chair and his hair looked like it had been through a tornado, his arms rested on the seat armrest's and his left hand twitched. He looked to be her age, she could tell he was tall by how his long legs were lazily stretched out across the floor. He stirred and forest green met miss matched for a second time. He seemed to be startled at first but then gave her a weary smile, which she seemed not to know how to copy the small expression.

"How are you feeling?" He looked closely at her, and she turned her head away from him. She wasn't bound to the bed she realised, so slowly she removed the covers and stood up making her way to the still open window. Sitting down on the ledge she gazed out at the over cast day. Everything was bathed in a grey light; to her it seemed black. From where she sat she could see what would be lush grass and trees. And an extraordinary lake, that seemed endless. She couldn't reply to the boy's question even if she had wanted to. It seemed her voice was lost and only heard in her own mind. How she longed to stretch her wings and have the wind tug at her, but until they mended it seemed very unlikely, if she could ever fly again.

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Harry stared at her; she made no sign of responding. He didn't know weather to be offended for being ignored or concerned. At least she's calm. He tried again.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter, your Katrina yes?" He waited for the sign of recognition from hearing his name; he waited for her to turn her head sharply to stare at his lightning bolt scar. But she didn't, she just continued to stare outside. He saw her tense at the mention of her name but that was it. "I guess your wondering how I know your name right?" He scratched his head in an awkward manner, unsure how to explain himself. "Well, this might seem strange, but I saw you. I had a dream-a vision and I saw you in a dungeon, being held captive by Lord Voldermort and his followers, Death Eaters." He looked curiously at her, and walked over to the window standing beside her, her face was expressionless, her eyes empty. What had she seen? He wondered.

He noticed the sun had risen from it's bed some time ago and it neared ten in the morning. His stomach gave a lurch, alerting him of its needs. "I dunno about you, but I'm hungry as hell." Still no reply. "You hungry?" She only turned her head slowly to him, unnerving him slightly looking back out the window. "Well, ok then. I'm gonna go now." He slowly walked away, hoping she would follow or say something. But she didn't, and as he looked back at her figure at the entrance doors, he knew some how that what ever she had been though was going to take a long time to heal.

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