Yeah, see chapter 1 for the disclaimer. ::I wonder how many different ways I can say that?::

Amalthea

Harry woke with a start as his scar burned in his forehead. Ron heard him as Harry fell out of bed and sat up looking around sleepily. He saw Harry holding his head with one hand while groping for his glasses with the other. Ron got out of bed and help Harry stand up, passing him his glasses. Without a word, the two padded out into the main room.

Harry sat down near the fire, waiting for his breathing to return to normal while Ron went to the window.

"Hey Harry, I see them!" Ron said hurriedly. Harry jumped up and raced to the window, looking out. Ron was right; the teachers were all coming out of the forest together. Their wands still glowed and Harry could see from the light that encircled the group that they had indeed found the girls. Each had been laid on a magical stretcher and was covered in a blanket but from what Harry could see, they were both in pretty bad shape. Harry saw McGonagall with the two brooms, walk up to main doors and saw the other teachers follow. That was all they could see though as the window as to high up for them to see down from.

Harry and Ron both wanted to race off to the hospital wing but couldn't knowing how busy it would be down there. Harry and Ron instead tried to think about something else. As it was so late and on a weekend, they decided to go up to the observatory and do some of their astronomy homework, they both still had a lot to do and the passes that they could show to keep out of trouble. As they walked through the corridor to the south tower, offering the clearest view over the lake, they were passed by a group of hurrying house elves on their way to the hospital wing. Harry and Ron exchanged worried glances but continued to the tower, their small telescopes and astronomy books in their arms.

They received a nasty look from Snape as he swept past on his way to take over from Trellawny on his rounds but said nothing when the two boys produced their passes. The boys lost themselves in the astronomy for a while, putting down some notes for their astrology before they became to tired to write properly and so gave up, packing their equipment and heading back to their dorms. They fell into bed and slept soundly until the next morning.

A week later, Robin and Erin were released from the hospital wing. Each had been out for the first three days and had awoken to not only presents from admirers and friends, but also the congratulations of their teammates on the catch a week ago.

Erin and Robin, were the strangest they had been since they arrived. They hadn't even fought with each other while they were in the wing. Soon they were up and about, although still quite weak from their ordeal in the forest. Neither one was sure what had happened; it was like they couldn't even remember the catch from the game.

As the week went on, classes resumed again and the twins worked as hard as ever. They surpassed themselves to make up for the work they had missed. Harry, Ron thought Hermione did lots of work but Robin was soon working even more that Hermione did. That was really scary.

One night, about a fortnight after Robin had been in the wing, Harry found her in the common room in the middle of the night again. He woke as he heard a door close in the main stairwell. He slipped out of bed, and padded down to the common room in his slippers. Again he found Robin on her windowsill. The common room was dark, the fire having died and it being so warm inside nobody had relit it as they headed to bed.

It was raining again, and the sky was a deep purple and blue. The room was suddenly lit but lightning, followed after a few moments by a low rumble of thunder. Robin sat, humming a tune quietly while writing again in her book. As Harry stood watching her he noted that she was shivering. She was holding two models in her hand as she sat there. Harry could just make them out in the near dark. The lightning flashed and he saw to his surprise Erin's figure was in her hand, offering a sympathetic smile. In her other hand was the model of Harry, not the Quidditch player but the plain Harry.

Harry was surprised to say the least. The lightning flashed again and her saw that Robin had been crying, the tears still wet on her cheeks. Harry stepped forward into the room, taking his wand from where he had left it in his book bag on the table and used it to light the fire. The common room sprang from darkness to a warm orange, the glow from the fire reaching all but the farthest corners. Harry looked up again but Robin hadn't stirred. She was dozing, her face soft in the glow.

Harry sat down, happy to just sit and keep watch for her. The thunderstorm outside was noisy but not annoying. Harry found that he dozed off as well after a little while, awoken only when Robin yelled out and thudded to the floor having rolled off the sill. She crouched there sobbing for a few moments, not even realising Harry was there, watching until he crawled over and touched her shoulder.

She jumped again and scuttled away, turning to see what monster she was about to be attacked by. She sighed, hugely relieved when she saw Harry, crouched on his knees looking at her with concern. She slid down the wall and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Harry went over and sat besides her, putting his arm around her and whispering the words a mother does to a crying child. Robin soon calmed down enough to let Harry go from the death grip she had on him. She rested her head on his shoulder, saying nothing as Harry wiped her tears away. They were content to sit there together, in the firelight as the thunder continued to boom away outside. After a while, Robin stood up, shrugging Harry's arm off gently, and moved over to where she too had left her book bag on the table. She pulled out a book and pulled Harry to one of the large sofas that sat in front of the fire.

Harry joined her after a moment's hesitation, sitting next to her as she looked at the book, clutching it as if it might jump from her hands. She took a deep breath and handed it to Harry. Harry was confused for a moment before he remembered what Robin had said only a couple of months ago. Harry looked at Robin, confused even more than he could have been unless he was in a divination class. Robin looked at Harry and he saw the look in her eyes. She was still holding the little figure of him.

Harry opened the book and Robin snuggled up close to him, resting her head on his shoulder like before and planting a tiny kiss on his cheek. Harry took it as a thankyou for being here and I trust you from Robin. Harry read the book, page for page. Robin had started it on the train to Hogwarts and it held a great deal, not only about her thoughts on things, classes and situations, but on people from any and all houses. Robin had even put tiny little pictures in it of the people and plans on models of anything and everything even the ghosts. It was filled with spells and doodles and news clippings. Harry was thrown out by the complexity of the little book.

Harry read the book until he could barely keep his eyes open to do so. He closed it and placed it on the table, careful not to disturb Robin, who had fallen asleep, her head still on his shoulder. Harry planted a kiss on her head, remembering some of the things she had written about him. She liked him and had ever since the trials in Quidditch. Harry was pleased with this, as he'd felt vaguely the same about her ever since he'd seen her on the unicorn. Harry soon fell asleep, on the couch next to Robin. Both teens were unaware that they were being watched by something at the window. The very thing that had woken Harry in the first place.