(A/N) This chapter is just a bit of filler for the story, only because the real chapter is not quite ready to be up yet. It should be an alright chapter, but I need some opinion before I finish the next chapter. Things get a bit… fluffy… shall I say, but I don't know if y'all want any extreme fluffiness in the story, so I can edit it out if you want. Please, in your reviews, tell me what I should do. Thanks, Luv yahz all. * Yes, I do realize I sometimes use words that don't exist… i.e. Wallside. *

Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter. * I'm out of creative ideas… I should pay someone to write these for me. *

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Harry woke, sweating and breathing hard in the early morning of the day before the Thanksgiving festivities. His black hair flipped into his eyes, he brushed it away, fearfully. Someone was in his darkened dorm room, and his scar was burning like mad. A shadow was slinking around his room, seeming to be looking for something as he grabbed for his glasses, rubbing his forehead vigorously. It wasn't his scar that was burning; he just had one bloody hell of a massive headache. So much of a headache that he couldn't even see properly. He watched the person a moment, whom of which had a black robe on with a hood high over their head. It looked almost like a Dementor.

Harry snatched his wand from the bedside table, sitting up with his back against the bed's wooden headboard. He was capable of doing Expecto Patronum, a ridding spell of Dementors. Just then he shivered a spine-tingling shiver. Dementors always made the rooms they were in cold and lifeless. Then he noticed that the temperature in his room hadn't changed, it was still as warm as it had been, he was just a bit warmer. It wasn't cold at all. He moved his legs up and hugged his knees, then his bed creaked from the movement. The person in the hood turned and his forehead seared from the pain that wasn't coming from his scar, his eyes became more and more blurry. The person moved their hands up to their hood, ready to remove it. Harry knew that Dementors only removed their hoods before performing the Dementors Kiss, which would suck the life out of him. Somehow, the Dementors still made him afraid, he had never gotten over his fear and he knew right then he didn't want to die.

'Save me. Save me.' He thought, panicking, his wand still in hand, but he being to stiff from fear to move. Ron was still asleep in the bed on the other wallside. He pointed his wand before whoever it was could remove their hood.

"Ex-ex-expecto patron-um-um-m." Harry mumbled, fearful for his life. A half-wisp of a silver shadow exited his wand, then quickly disappeared. The character turned, facing him and slowly and dramatically glided towards him. His wand dropped to the floor as the hood was removed.

It was Autumn.

"Autumn?" Harry whispered, without his 'had-become usual' annoyance in his voice. She nodded, distant. It was then that he noticed her smell, it was fragrant like nothing that he had ever smelt before. Yet, that must have been what was giving him the headache. He touched his forehead, lightly.

'librado doloras' Autumn spoke. The pain departed and his eyes became clear again. Her auburn-red hair reflected the moonlight as she sat.

"What do you think you are doing?" Harry asked, irked that she had put some incantation on him.

"I…"

"And what were you looking for?" He demanded in a harsh whisper as to not wake Ron.

"You… moved your Cloak." Harry looked at her, feeling stupid for staring at her, the smell overcoming him. His Cloak? Why did she care if he moved his Cloak? And how did she know where he usually kept it in the first place?

"Yeah, I mean, Peeves was in here earlier and went through all our stuff. Little bugger, he is." Autumn nodded, getting up and moving towards the door. "Why do you care if the Cloak was moved?" Autumn stared back at him, the gold in her eyes glowing in the dark. She backed towards the door, and just as Harry went to get up to seize her, she flung it open and ran out, down the hall to her dorm. Harry walked back to his bed, Ron mumbling something meanwhile.

'The Cloak? She was in here looking for the Cloak? But of course… She has to have some way to get out of here at night. She must have been sneaking around in here many a night to get my Cloak.' Harry shivered again. The thought of Autumn in his room at night was a bit scary. 'But that smell… I have to find out what that is…' He clicked on the Muggle radio beside his bed that Hermione had enchanted to work inside Hogwarts grounds. The proper music reminded him of home, the Dursley's, that he wished it wouldn't, but it reminded him of somewhere, other than where he was then.

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Autumn wasn't sure what had made her go into Harry's dorm, but when she had returned to hers, huffing and puffing, she knew that he probably hated her more then than he had ever. When he had asked her those questions, she knew that she couldn't tell him the real reason that she was there, he'd think she was mad. But Harry was the only person that she knew that was close to Quidditch, besides Draco and maybe Ron, and she knew that he had the House Cups in his dorm room from years past for whatever reason. She couldn't let Harry know that her mom was a Gryffindor Chaser the same year that his dad was the Seeker, until she got kicked out and had to be home-schooled.

Harry was the closest to her past, but didn't even know it. Or so she thought. He was closer to her than she'd ever know. And she definitely couldn't tell him that she was just back to return a piece of parchment that she'd 'borrowed' from his desk that she had found rather interesting that had been written, quite obviously, about her.

Save me/From your obviousness I am withheld/Someone told me once I loved you/Thought it was lies/That truth I did despise//I can't hold it in, longer/Yet you hate me/Or you act so much like it/I'm just in denial of loving you/Why do I feel like I do?

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Just filler, I know… Not much mystery, mystique… nothing. But that's alright. Please review with a reply about the fluffiness for the next chappie.