CHAPTER TWELVE: Christmas Gift Shopping

Harry zoomed in and out one store after another searching for a perfect Christmas present for Mystyk. he doesn't know why he's even bothering to buy her a present. He doesn't know what she likes. She never once hinted to him what she wants for Christmas. And yet here he is beating his brains out searching for something to give her for a present.

"C'mon Harry. You're taking forever." hissed Ron beside him.

"Just a minute, Ron. I'm torn between giving her a charmed necklace with a heart locket so she could put pictures of whomever or give her a pair of earrings." Harry looked at the pair of emerald earrings on display at small jewelry section of one of the numerous stores to visit at Hogsmeade. "Emerald would bring out the color of her eyes, don't you think so?" he frowned at his best friend, seeking his opinion on something as crucial as finding the perfect gift for a very special person.

"How should I know? I never shopped for gifts for girls other than for my sister and mother." Ron shrugged indifferently, "Pick whatever you think looks pretty and lets get out of here. I'm craving for some butterbeer." he whined, gazing longingly outside the shop window to the direction of the Three Broomsticks where Hermione and most of the Hogwarts students are heading.

Harry let out an exasperated sigh, still undecided on what to get Mystyk for Christmas. But he sensed that Ron doesn't have the patience to wait for him anymore and so he conceded. He will try and persuade Hermione after they're done drinking butterbeer to come back to this store with him and help him make a decision.

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Since she didn't get permission to visit Hogsmeade during the designated weekends when students from the third year and up are allowed to go, Mysytk decided to remain within the Slytherin dormitory and took out her sketchpad and charcoal pencil. Drawing portraits had been a past time of hers since she was a kid, and since Christmas is drawing near she decided to sketch a portrait of Harry perched on his beloved Firebolt zooming across the night sky where a billion stars shone down on them and the beckoning full moon behind him. Oh yes, she can still picture him perfectly in her mind, that first night they both went flying together and every night since then.

Mystyk's smile grew wider and wider as she kept on envisioning Harry, with his always unruly hair being ruffled by the gentle night breeze as he fly his broomstick beside her. Then she envision Harry playing Quidditch. He pour all his concentration in to the game, keeping a close eye on the Golden Snitch.

Her enthusiasm over her current project seem to overcome her somehow. After spending a good hour and a half sketching Harry on his Firebolt she suddenly felt sleepy. She didn't want to be caught snoozing in the common room so she gathered her pencils and sketchpad and headed back to her room she shared with four other Slytherin girls. Making sure that her things are well hidden from view of her snoopy roommates, she gazed longingly at her bed and crawled under the covers. In one second flat she was fast asleep and thrown into dreamland...

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"Harry?" Mystyk blinked a couple of times when she threw the covers away from her. She looked around the room and found that she's still in her room. But what is Harry doing here? "W-what are you doing here?"

Harry's left upper lip quirked into a smile (or it looked like a smile to her).

"I missed you." he replied simply, advancing towards her. "Wanna go fly with me?" he invited.

"Are you serious?" she shot an alarmed look out her window then back at him, "It's still daylight!"

"So? We can go flying over at the Quidditch Pitch. I doubt anybody will see us there."

She gave him a funny look. Something's up. Something isn't right here, and first of those many things that isn't right is Harry standing in her bedroom! Nevertheless Mystyk got up and changed, snatching her broomstick she followed Harry outside the castle and made their way to the Pitch. Before they even reached the Pitch Harry already mounted his Firebolt and flew away, leaving Mystyk running after him.

"Hey! Wait up for me, will you?" she called to the top of her lungs, but Harry didn't even bother to look over his shoulder or slowed down. He kept right on flying until he was out of sight. He gave Mystyk no other choice but to mount her own broomstick and flew after him.

Once she reached the empty Quidditch Pitch field she was surprised to find it deserted. Hovering on her broomstick a little, she turned her head from one end to the other and turned around just to make sure she didn't miss him.

"Harry?" she called out, but all she heard was her own voice echoing back. "Harry, where are you? Come on now, Harry, this isn't funny!" she circled the Quidditch Pitch for the third time and still came up empty-handed. She was almost ready to give up when she spotted Harry sitting on the stands, his Firebolt nowhere in sight.

This confused Mystyk. She was sure he had his Firebolt with him earlier. Intrigued she started to fly towards him, but a familiar voice from behind her made her stop and look over her shoulder, her violet eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when she come face-to-face with Harry. She blinked twice and looked at the stands. Harry is still sitting there staring off in to space. She turned her gaze back to the boy before her. Harry is perched on his Firebolt hovering a few inches away from her.

"Kill him." Harry on Firebolt whispered to her, his voice sounding different now and more menacing.

"What?" she asked in astonishment.

Harry on Firebolt nodded his head to the direction of Harry sitting on the stands.

"Kill him." he whispered again, his time his eyes turning into something mischievously deadly.

Mystyk was caught in a trance as she gazed into his eyes. Somehow she was being bewitched. She was being put under a trance and became Harry on Firebolt's puppet.

"Kill him." Harry on Firebolt ordered her for the third time.

Mystyk got the message and flew towards where Harry was sitting on the stands. He saw her coming and his face broke into a smile. A warm, welcoming smile as he waved to her.

"Hi Mystyk!" he called out cheerfully. "Now I know what you do during your spare time when most of Hogwarts kids are at Hogsmeade." he added teasingly.

Mystyk neither returned his smile nor replied back to what he said. She reached for her wand hidden in her robe and pointed it at Harry.

"Whoa, Mystyk! What are you doing?" he asked worriedly, his green eyes moving back and forth from her raised wand to her face, "Mystyk?"

"Avada Kedavra!" Mystyk yelled out and a blast of light came shooting out of the tip of her wand.

"No!" Harry screamed as the blast hit him, blowing him up to thousands of pieces where he sat on the stands.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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~*~ did Mystyk kill really kill Harry? what will happen now? let me know your thoughts about this chapter and hang on while i finish the next chapter which will unfold what happens next... ~*~