A/N: This will be a multi-POV story so bear with me. There will be two parts. One part will be different POV's to tell separate, short stories. The other part will be all Mia's POV again. Hope you caught all of that.

RavenclawLupin11 presents:

Sapphire Eyes Book 1

Chapter 10: Leave it to the Birds

Part I

Hermione POV

The Great Hall is a place where all the students of Hogwarts come to socialize, eat and converse with other Houses. It's also a place where, on Friday nights only, students can sit at whatever table they so desire without having to wear their school uniforms. I usually took the time to catch up on reading, because Harry and Evan generally sit with Mia at Ravenclaw Table. Not so much luck tonight. Evan was over here broodingly staring at Ginny at the Ravenclaw table with Michael Corner. I had finished my meal but decided to just read here, to not look like a complete introvert. Fred was sitting next to me, currently in a heated discussion with Lee Jordan about the broom quality in Cleensweeps versus the Comets. George was uncharacteristically quiet, playing with his kippers rather than eating them. I had taken notice that lately George had been less animated. Suddenly, the twin in question stood on the bench where he had been sitting and looked directly at me. He seemed to diliberate for a moment before asking, rather loudly, "Why won't you let me love you?"

Confused at first, I just gaped up at him, stupidly. Everyone was looking in our direction, the Hall eerily silent for being so full. George's face began to fall and I realized he wanted me to answer him. I said, rather fast, "You've never asked me to before."

George jumped down onto the marble floor and stood next to me. "I don't know what I'm doing, Hermione. I'm rubbish with romance or thinking about feelings. But I know one thing, you're beautiful mind is the only one that can keep up with me, and keep me in line. I want to know if you, Hermione Jean Granger, would go out with me?"

His voice cracked at the end of his question and his soft, brown eyes were enough to make anyone melt into a puddle on the floor. I stood in front of him, looking up into his heavily freckled face and nodded, not trusting my voice. His face broke out into a smile so bright, it could've lit all of London for a year. George gathered me into his arms and swung me around in a circle. When he put me down, I saw behind his shoulder, the entire staff table swapping coins back and forth with each other. Those sly professors were taking bets on us! The room broke out into a loud round of applause as I reached up and pressed my lips to his in a soft, chaste kiss.

Luna POV

It was almost curfew, but there was just something that was so calming about the night sky in the early Autumn. Especially at Hogwarts. The Astronomy Tower wasn't the highest tower of the school, but it was the most perfect for stargazing. I had charted the stars when I was ten, and ever since then, Astronomy and planets had fascinated me. A girl could think up here. A girl could breathe up here. I heard a rustling behind me and I turned to look. There, coming up the last stair was Harry Potter.

"Hello, Harry Potter," I said to him, as he came to stand properly in front of me.

"Hello, Luna," he looked down at the floor when he spoke. His brow furrowed. "Your feet...aren't they cold?"

I wiggled my bare toes. "A bit, unfortunately all of my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect Nargles are behind it."

"I was wondering, er, why you could see the-horse things-that pull the carriages?"

"They're called Thestrals. They're quite gentle really but people avoid them because they're different. I've always been able to see them, ever since my first day of second year."

Harry nodded, "But why can't the others see them?"

"They can only be seen by someone who's seen death," I said, sadly, thinking of my mum.

"S-So," Harry started slowly. "You've seen someone die, then?"

I nodded. "My mum. She was quite an extraordinary witch but one day one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine."

Harry looked sympathetic and shocked. "That's terrible."

"I do get sad sometimes but I've got Dad." I continued quickly. "He and I both believe you by the way. That You-Know-Who is back and that you fought him and the Ministry is conspiring against you and Dumbledore," I said with a wide, truthful smile.

Harry scoffed. "It seems like you're the only ones that do." He put his elbows on the wall and stared out over the grounds.

"I don't think that's true," I said, coming up to his left.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I started, ponderously. "If I where You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel as cut off from the world as possible because if it's just you alone," I looked at him finally. "You're not as much of a threat."

Harry's face broke out into a smile, before he leaned forward and touched his lips to mine. I gasped a little at the contact, but Harry kept it chaste. When he pulled back, my face was the color of the scarlet that he wore on his tie. "You're wonderful, Luna Lovegood."

"Yes?"

Harry nodded and we looked out at the grounds again, silent. When I felt his hand land over mine I asked the question I'd been burning to ask. "How did you know I was up here?"

Harry turned to me with a mischievous smile on his face. "That is another story entirely, Ms. Lovegood, and it's almost curfew."

Ginny POV

It had been a long time coming, but I had had my fill of Michael Benjamin Corner. He wasn't a bad boyfriend, was always really nice, never cheated. We had a lot to talk about and obsess over, he wasn't entirely bad looking. But Michael was very judgmental, nosy and aloof. Three things that I overlooked, thinking they'd either go away in time, or I'd get used to them. Neither option occurred and I needed to get out now while I could. With everyone getting together and making new relationships and romances, I wasn't too keen to create a breakup, but I needed it for me.

It was Saturday morning, and Michael always walked down to breakfast with me from the fifth floor down. I met him at the bottom of the stairs at Gryffindor Tower, as usual. He held out his hand for me to hold, but I shook my head. "Not today, Michael. In fact, I don't think we can be together anymore."

Michael looked at me, dumbfounded. "What? Why?"

"You are friends with Mia, yet you hate on Blaise. You're always wanting to know whom I'm hanging round with and when I'll be back to the common room. You're constantly telling me how much better you are than me in classes because you're a Ravenclaw and I'm not. Mia is a Ravenclaw and she is nothing like you. I thought I could get used to these things or you'd stop them on you're own but I was wrong. We're not right together and I want to end it now, before we really hate each other."

Michael looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Well if that's really how you feel, have a great life."

And with that, he was gone.

Lily POV

Even when I was a student here at Hogwarts, Saturday's were generally lazy days. I was grading papers in my ground floor office, when a light knock came from the door. "Come in," I said softly and smiled when I saw the messy top of my sons head.

But he wasn't alone. Behind him, her hand in his, was Luna Lovegood. The fourth year Ravenclaw looked up and blushed as Harry closed the door behind them. "Hello, Mum," Harry said.

"Hello, Harry." I nodded my head towards Luna. "Ms. Lovegood."

"Er," Harry began, nervously fingering the fabric of his jumper. "Well, er, Luna and I, we're, er, together now, I s'pose."

I raised my eyebrows. "You suppose? You mean you're not sure?"

"Well, yeah, I'm sure, it's just, er, I didn't know how you'd take it."

I smiled. "What did you think I'd say, dear?"

"I dunno."

"Harry," I said to him, caressing his cheek. "I want you to be happy. I can see by the way you look at Luna that she makes you that way." Harry smiles at me, slightly dipping his head to look at me in the eyes. When had my little Harry grown into the handsome young man standing before me? I held out a hand to Luna. She took it and I said, "My dear, sweet Luna. You're a wonderful girl and I'm glad you two finally stopped walking in circles around each other and just jumped."

"Wha-" Harry started. "You knew?"

"Well, of course I knew, Harry. I'm your mother. Mother's know everything. Ask Hestia if she knows about how Delphine actually wishes Ernie Macmillian was her boyfriend instead of Dean. Or if she knows how much Evan and Ginny both fancy each other but don't know. We woman are...perceptive," I finished with a grin.

"Oh, yeah?" Harry asked, crossing his arms. "What about Mia and Blaise? Did you three gossips know about them?"

Luna and I both laughed. "I didn't know who it was, but I knew Mia had found someone. Would I have guessed a Slytherin? Not in a million years, but, I see they way they look at each other and I know they have genuine feelings and affections for each other."

Harry hugged me. "Thanks for understanding, Mum. I love you."

"I love you too, Harry." I looked at Luna and beckoned her forward to join the hug. She did, and it felt like Harry and Luna would be hugging each other for a very long time.

Part II

Mia POV

I sighed heavily and knocked on the wooden door. The occupant of the sixth floor West Tower office said 'come in' and I pushed the door open. The dark head of my father raised, and we locked eyes before I closed the door behind me. "Hi, Dad."

"Hello, Daughter," came his general answer. "Are you lost?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I wanted to talk to you."

Dad set down his quill and sat back on his chair, gesturing for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk. I sat and he spoke. "If you're here to insult me again, I'll warn you that points will be docked and a detention will be issued."

I shook my head again. "I've come to apologize, actually."

Dad's facial expression showed surprise. "Go on."

"You're nothing like your family. Bellatrix tortured Neville's parents, Lucius is a Death Eater and your parents were horrid to House Elves. You haven't a sadistic bone in your body, you'd never treat Kreacher with disrespect or say terrible things to him and you'd never follow Voldemort. We're a family, Daddy. And in this unsteady day and age, we can't afford to be fighting amongst each other." I stood and came around his desk and sat on his lap. "You know that I love you, right?"

He poked my nose and said, "I always know that, sweet pea."

I smiled and kissed his forehead. "Can I ask you something?"

"What's that?"

"Do you honestly hate Blaise?"

Dad laughed. "He's dating and snogging my only child; my little girl. Of course I hate him," he said with a smile. "But because you love him, and he means so much to you, I suppose I can try to get along with the boy."

"Well thank you for being so magnanimous like that," I said sarcastically. "Must be hard for you."

"Oh, please, little girl. I've been magnanimous and benevolent my whole life," Dad replied just as sarcastic. I jumped off his lap and he asked, "How was training yesterday?"

My eyes darkened thinking of what Roger had done. He pulled me into him and crashed his lips onto mine. I tried to fight him back, but my struggling was futile. His vice-like grip on me would leave bruises, I knew, and still his lips continued to move over mine. I screamed in my head for someone to help me, but I knew no one would hear me. My breathing intensified and before Dad could ask if I was okay, I ran out of the room with one purpose. Telling Blaise.

I found Harry first. "Harry! Harry! Can I borrow the Map from you?"

Harry looked at me in confusion. "Why?"

"Well, my father's name is on it so three of us have equal share of it, don't we? Cough it up." I outstretched my hand and waited for it.

He reached into his robe and pulled out the folded baguette of parchment. "Thank you!" I said as I ran off in the opposite direction. I got around the corner before opening it. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good," I said, poking my wand at the parchment cover.

It revealed Hogwarts as a whole and I quickly scanned the surface for where Blaise was. He wasn't in the common room, or in the library. Dinner was still in progress and the Great Hall was still so densely populated that I couldn't make out separate names. I swiped the surface clear with a quick 'mischief managed', stowed the Map in my robe pocket and made off to the Great Hall.

Running quickly, I got to the Marble Staircase just as Malfoy, Nott and Blaise were walking out of the Hall. Malfoy nudged Blaise and the latter looked up. Seeing me, Blaise smiled. I ran to him and hugged him tight, trying to suppress my sobs. He pulled me away, looking concerned. "Sweetheart, what is it?"

"It's n-nothing."

Nott spoke up. "No, it's not nothing. Birds don't cry when it's nothing."

I threw him a look. "What would you know about it? Isn't your girlfriend Lola Sykes? She cries at the drop of a hat."

That seemed to silence Nott, but Malfoy touched my shoulder. "You may not be the family I wish for at night, but you're still family. Who hurt you? Blaise, Theo and I will take care of him."

"No! It's-" I looked up at Blaise with an imploring look.

"Let's go to Ravenclaw Tower, just you and me. We can talk easier there, okay?"

I nodded and he wrapped his arm around my waist, while saying to Malfoy and Nott, "Go on down to the Common Room. I'll meet you lot there, later."

We took our time, just walking to the fourth floor in silence. Throughout our walk, Blaise would kiss my temple gently, or squeeze my waist to pull me closer to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and let him hold me. Once we got to the fourth floor, I opened the Prefect's bathroom and ushered him inside. Once the door was closed, Blaise finally spoke. "Tell me what happened, love."

I slid down the wall and sat on the floor with my knees to my chest. I spoke quietly, "It was yesterday. During training with-Davies."

Blaise sat down next to me, taking my hand. "Was it bad?"

"No, training went fantastically. I'm actually a better Keeper than I originally thought. But what happened after was-I had a nightmare about it last night," I said, tearing up thinking about his angry, hurtful gaze.

Blaise moved to crouch in front of me. The featherlight touch of his fingers under my chin pushed my head up to look him in the eye. The dark coffee brown of Blaise's eyes were enough to calm me down. "Mia, please. Did he hurt you? Did he-take advantage of you?"

"He tried," I said with a horse voice; my throat was dry.

Instantly, Blaise's eyes turned angry. When he spoke, his voice was hard and staccato. "What did he do?"

"He-he gripped me hard on the shoulders," I shrugged off my robes and pulled my shirt and jumper to the side to reveal the finger sized bruises on my arms. Blaise touched them with such tender care. "Then he pushed himself on me. He kissed me again, but this time it was angry. He was-If I hadn't found his wand and blasted him off of me, I'm pretty sure he would've raped me."

I finished my story and looked at Blaise, because he had suddenly stood up with balled fists. "Where is he?"

"I-I don't know, Blaise, what are you going to do?"

The dark skinned Slytherin looked at me with a hard gaze. "I'm going to find him and kill him."

"Blaise, no! You'll get into such trouble!"

"HE should be getting into such trouble! Tell Flitwick about it!"

I shook my head. "I can't. It'll just be my word against his. We're both prefects, he's the Captain of the Quidditch team. The administration won't be able to prove he did anything."

Blaise gestured to my shoulder. "What about your bruises? Those are proof enough."

"Anyone could've put them there, they'd probably say you did. Roger would probably say you did, just to take the heat off of him," I said to him truthfully.

"I love you," Blaise said to me. He crouched down to me again, cradling my head in his hands. "I love you more than anyone or anything else in the whole world. This boy hurt you and he deserves to be hurt back. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I just let this go?"

I leaned forward and kissed him sweetly, my arms wrapping around his neck. After a few beautiful moments, I pulled away. "Do what you must but don't tell me what you're going to do. I don't want to know, that way I can't be held responsible for knowing about it and not turning you in."

Blaise smiled slightly. "Thank you for telling me, love."

"I love you too, by the way. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you."

"Oh, sweetheart," Blaise replied, kissing my forehead. "You have no idea."