Under Observation
"In compliance to M.M.P. laws, in case of possession, one must be under isolated observation for at least 48 hours. If no further possession occurs one may be released, but under strict observation," read Dumbledore from a piece of yellow paper. "Sorry."
Harper was fascinated by her shoes. Isolated observation? Two days?
Harper left, and went to get a few things. She pondered the last day. Harry had not exactly avoided her; he just was tense, very tense. Wherever she went, people whispered and stared. 'I don't know what happened. It just did,' she thought fretfully.
When she got back to Dumbledore's office he led her to a small room, off to the side of the main part of the office.
"We thought it best if I watched you. Is that okay with you, Harper?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes, I prefer you to those M.M.Ps, sir," Harper said hastily.
"Alright then."
The next 48 hours were hell. The only person Harper could talk to was Dumbledore. She did not see anybody, and she still had to study.
No more voices. No more urges to kill Harry. No way that only 18 hours had passed.
"Will this time ever pass?" Harper said aloud. No answer.
"Wake up Harper," whispered a voice. At first Harper jumped, but then she recognized the voice as Dumbledore's.
"Uh?"
"Times up. You're free," grinned Dumbledore.
Harper just grinned back.
Everywhere she went she was watched. A M.M.P followed her everywhere. 'I thought I already proved myself to them,' Harper thought.
'Perhaps not just yet,' hissed a voice in Harper's head.
'Leave me alone!' Harper screamed silently. 'Go away!'
The voice snickered evilly after her. 'You can't run from me!'
When Harper stopped running she found herself on the quidditch pitch. It was pouring rain, and she slipped into the mud.
"Leave me alone," she sobbed out loud. "What's wrong with me?"
"I don't know, but hey," said yet another voice. A wave of fresh relief rushed over Harper. It was only Oliver.
"Oliver," she sighed. "I don't know what's wrong."
"Too much soda pop, and not enough quidditch?" teased Oliver.
"Yeah, that's it coach," Harper said sarcastically.
A/N: Okay, Ravishingly Discreet, only one more chapter and you'll know what the prophecy is.