Aha, here's the fifth chapter goodness, I love throwing cliffhangers at you guys!

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, you dimwit.

Rating: PG-13 just in case.

Love in the Stars

Chapter Five

"Quick, the broom closet!" Harry hissed and grabbing Ron and Hermione by the arms, dragged them inside into the stacks of school brooms. They sank back and closed the door with their breaths withdrawn. Harry's scar screamed in agony and a flash of image ran through his head. He clutched his scar eyes closed and saw a blinding flash of green light and a scream of a girl. Somehow, the girl looked awfully familiar which made Harry's blood run cold. It was as if he was drowning and could never pull up again. But someone was tugging at him, and he reached out his hand trying to hold on. He opened his eyes. He was on the floor and his hands and on his scar. Ron and Hermione were both kneeling next to him shaking him. He was breathing hard and then quickly withheld his breath as he heard the sound of door opening. The door closed and another door opened. After the second door closed too, Harry breathed again.

Hermione did a clever little spell to make the wall see-through only for them and then said finally, "It had to be Terry! He's going back to the castle now. Probably gonna come back down slightly late so it looks like it wasn't him." She made the see through spell lean towards the Quidditch field and gasped. There was a blonde haired girl laying on the grass, "Ron! Isn't that, isn't that your – your girlfriend?"

There was a cluttering noise. Ron had slid on to floor bringing a pile of broomsticks down with him. He was muttering something, " shoulda paid attention.. shouldn't have broken up she loved me but now she'll never know that I that I loved her too why did we break up why why WHY!" Ron rammed his fist against the broomsticks and more fell down.

"Don't worry!" Hermione said weakly and with worry, "maybe she survived."

"No one ever survives the curse, Herm," Ron managed to croak out.

"I did, Ron, maybe she – she could have, you know," whispered Harry prodding at Ron, "come on, let's go and see if she's still –."

They ran out onto the field.

"Oh my god, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!" Ron kneeled down hugging Samantha with his head down, but his face was dry.

His words were drowned out as a couple of voices could be heard. Harry recognized the voices as of Krum, Malfoy's, and the third one had to be the blonde professional, Mary. He held his breath and looked up. In a few seconds, the talking stopped and Mary ran over. "Oh, oh, oh! What on earth happened?" She was screaming on the top of her lungs.

"Calm down, Mary," Krum was saying loudly as he rushed over too and then hugged Hermione, "are you alright? What happened!"

Hermione tried to speak, but no words came out. Malfoy was standing aside, slightly shocked, but showed no sympathy. Mary had kneeled down too with her hands over her face sobbing.

"She's dead," said Krum in an empty voice, "but how?"

"Why don't you ask Potter, Weasley, and Granger here?" snarled Malfoy.

Krum glared at him and then turned to Harry, "What happened?"

Ron looked up about to say something, but he caught Harry's eyes and looked down at Samantha again muttering, "she's dead, she's dead, she's dead."

Cho and Jonas were running down to see what happened. Cho burst into tears too as the sight, and Jonas stood aside speechless. Harry stared at Samantha thinking and then the kids came running down onto the field too with Mr. Ackins. Everyone was talking at once and all the girls were sobbing with fear. Then a voice made Harry and Hermione look up.

"Hello!" Terry called out cheerfully, then his face dropped dramatically, "oh my, what on earth happened here?"

"You killed her, damn it!" Harry cried and the next second he was on top of him.

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione and Cho were screaming.

Finally, Hagrid appeared stroding across the field and pulled apart Harry and Terry. "I heard the scream from me hut," he said shortly.

Harry had several bruises all over his face and was glaring at Terry who's nose was crushed and much bruises all over too. Cho immediately jumped to the thought that Harry was jealous of Terry and ran to Terry's rescue, "Oh are you alright, Terry?" She glared at Harry making his heart dropping below earth. He gaped at her, then said, "He killed Samantha. He killed her."

At this, Harry and Terry both pulled out their wands at the same time. "Why would I kill her?" Terry snarled his eyes full of fury.

"You should ask yourself that," said Harry his wand arm slightly shaking with anger, "you killed her and now you are going to pay for it.

He didn't care that Terry was a full-grown wizard. All Harry knew that this was a murderer who deserved to goto the new Azkaban (which was gaurded by Aurors instead). "We saw you," said Hermione suddenly making everyone jump and turn to her.

"You have no proof," hissed Terry, "and you know what I think? It was Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione who killed this girl. Why would they suddenly jump to the conclution that I did the dirty work? No doubt a trick trying to make people think that they were the least likely to have killed her, but I say it was most likely them."

"You shut up now," barked Hagrid suddenly and angrily, "You think who you are accusing! Harry Potter, the boy who saved us all from the dark lord kill this girl? How likely is that? Ron Weasley, the boy who is in love with this girl? And Hermione Granger, one of the best behaved and most prized student in Hogwarts!"

All three friends glowed with appreciation for Hagrid. But Terry had nothing good to say still, "On the night Voldemort failed to kill Harry Potter, he transformed some of his own powers to this boy, and therefore he must contain proof of dark arts within him! As for Ron Weasley, did he and the girl not break up? Maybe he killed for revenge. Then Hermione Granger here who has no reason not to avenge for her friend, just like Harry Potter who as you've seen his behavior just now, turning onto me and ready to slay me. Yes, suspecting me! I arrived later than all of you but Hagrid here and there is absolutely no proof I killed anyone except for this stupid little boy's accusations!"

Both Terry and Harry's wands were tested with the Priori Incantatem, but neither showed signs of murder. So they headed back to the castle with Samantha, and Terry threw at Harry a quick whisper, "You are lucky that I didn't report the real fact, Potter, but if you tried to kill me again, I declare I won't be so easy next time."

Harry stared after him wondering what he meant, but filled with anger.

Quidditch was canceled for that day. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sent to Dumbledore. Dumbledore was looking very gravely when he met them in his office.

"Did one of you kill Samantha Collins?"

"No," all three friends somberly replied.

"I believe you," said Dumbledore with a sigh, "but you see why others don't. Harry, you were capable of destroying Voldemort at the age of 15, and your friends Ron and Hermione do not at all look so innocent at the scene of this crime when you were all discovered there first."

"Professor, Terry's a death eater!" Harry blurted out.

Dumbledore put up his hand to stop him, "You have no evidence at that, you realize, Harry. Now, all of you, go down to dinner."

"But," Harry tried.

"No buts, now go," said Dumbledore.

Harry waited till Ron and Hermione were out first and then turned to Dumbledore again, "Is this why you made me stay at the Dursleys again?"

Dumbledore gave a small but grave nod and said, "Go now, Harry, and enjoy the feast, lest terrible days come again."

When Harry had seated himself between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, Dumbledore had come down to his seat too. Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat for everyone to be silent, "I have a few announcements to make. Samantha Collins, one of our most celebrated 5th year student, one who displayed the Gryffindor talent by far, bravery, and has faced her final duel today. She was killed by an unknown person and we are working to set peace to the school again." He lifted his goblet, "To Samantha Collins." Everyone followed suit. Then the professor continued, "Secondly, the Quidditch training of the orphans will be under severe supervision of several staff members. The games at the end of the year will be canceled however untill the murderer has been caught. Now, lastly, the Christmas dance, for the 4th years and above, will be arriving soon, just to remind you. Please, sit down to feast now."

The feast was a rather silent one other than the howlings and sobbing coming from many people. Silent tears were finally pouring down Ron's face now and Harry couldn't eat a bite that he gave up. Hermione didn't touch her food either and was thinking very hard. She whispered to Harry, "What do we do?"

"I don't know," said Harry worriedly too, "I just don't know."

Just then, Hedwig flew down and dropped a him a letter.

"It's from Sirius!" said Harry as Hedwig drank from his goblet.

Harry,

You can't be sure that this guy is a death eater first of all, but it's extremely dangerous at the school right now if he is. Dumbledore sent me an owl the same time as you did and apparently, he senses danger. I'm coming to the Christmas dance to check up on things. I'll be up at the teacher's desk. Meet me there.

Sirius

When the Christmas dance came close, not many people stayed, and the dance was certainly looking to be a mournful one. Even the twinklings of the wonderful decoration couldn't make Ron forget Samantha's deadthly white face. He had sat in the dormitory for days just staring while Harry sat next to him silently. Hermione occupied herself with more books than usual and she didn't go visit Krum as often. Harry and Cho were on very formal terms now, even though Cho didn't believe the rumours of how Harry had killed Samantha, but she was still outraged at how he jumped to conclusion about Terry. Apparently, she was also going to the dance with Terry. Terry was unbearable and Harry knew that he must be laughing in the heart despite the solemn face. Everytime Harry had to work with Terry on the Quidditch team, he kept his face down and talked to the floor except when talking and teaching the kids how to play. He could feel Terry's steady shrewd eyes eyeing him every minute and he tried to ignore the scar burning hard.

Since Samantha Collins was an orphan, her body was to be stored in the school, and on Christmas Eve, Hermione suddenly left leaving Harry and Ron a note. "I'm going to look at Samantha." Harry and Ron looked at each other with a puzzled look, but then after an hour, Hermione came rushing back her face flushed.

"Harry! Ron!" She dragged them to a corner and whispered, "Samantha couldn't be dead! I know, I know, we watched them bury her, but I did the see through spell and she was not there! But what puzzles me most is that at the Quidditch field, Samantha was not breathing and her heart wasn't beating. And, since she just died, she would have to be still sort of warm, right? Nope, she was cold! Which means, it was a fake clone of Samantha!" Hermione was very excited now and hissed, "That explains how Priori Incantatem didn't show murder for Terry! He never did kill her."