Harry awoke in the middle of the night. Someone was stirring in the bed next to him. Ron. Harry got up and walked over and pulled the bed curtains open. Ron was tossing and turning and this had evidently woke Harry up.

"Shut up, Ron." Harry poked him a little, and Ron rolled over and started snoring loudly. Harry was no longer feeling sleepy, so he grabbed his glasses and went down to the common room to sit by the fire. Maybe then he could go to sleep.

Harry looked around the dark common room and he lit the fire with a spell from his wand. Harry fell back onto a couch close by. But someone was already there.

"Ahhhhh!" Harry said, and he rolled off onto the floor as his glasses fell off his face. Looking up at the ceiling, lying flat on his back, he struggled to feel around for his glasses as a pair of beautiful green and light brown eyes looked down over the couch into his own emerald green ones.

"Harry! It's just you." Chloe said with relief in her voice. "I'm sorry, I must've fallen asleep while--"

"It's okay," Harry said, breathing a little fast. "I'm sorry, I should... be more careful. You scared me, that's all," Harry added.

Chloe sat up on the couch and looked around. Harry was still on the floor. His glasses were off she noticed, and found Harry had a brilliant pair of green eyes. She kept looking and found his glasses, near the end of the couch. Harry stood up and sat down on the sofa as Chloe retrieved his glasses. She came back and sat back down beside Harry.

"Thanks," Harry said, and reached to grab his glasses, but Chloe held them away from him, a grin on her face.

"Hold on," she said. She seemed very concentrated on his face. She reached into her pocket and pulled a tissue out and dabbed at a spot on his face, then showed him. Harry had scraped his face a little when he fell so close to the fireplace.

Chloe handed the tissue to Harry.

He took it and said, "Thanks." Chloe was looking into his eyes with such intensity that Harry had to look away.

"You have the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen," Chloe said, and Harry felt himself blushing. "I've always wanted bright green eyes." She gave him back his glasses.

"I really am sorry," Chloe said.

"Oh," Harry said, brought back to reality from Chloe's comment. "Me too."

"So, why were you sitting on me anyway?" Chloe asked, smiling.

"I couldn't sleep. Ron was, well you don't know Ron yet, he's my best friend," Harry said.

"The one playing chess? With red hair?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah, he woke me up snoring," Harry said, half-lying.

"Ok."

"And I suppose you were reading your book," Harry said.

"Yeah, Hogwarts a History," Chloe said.

"Do you know how many times Hermione has read that book?" Harry asked with a smile.

"She said she read it a couple times. She's really nice." Chloe said.

"Yeah she is." Harry said thinking of Hermione. Snap out of it Harry, he told him self then said, "Hermione has read that book more than a few times. More like a million times."

"That's cool," Chloe said. There was a pause. "So, Harry. I hear you're the Quidditch captain for Gryffindor. Any openings?"

"You play?" Harry asked perking up a bit at the mention of Quidditch.

"Do I play... Of course I play! I'm a chaser, at least I was back at my old school in America."

"There is an opening or two, I'll see what I can do. I'm the seeker, we still need a keeper," and Harry told Chloe all about the Gryffindor team.

"Sounds like fun. I want to try out."

"Sure. It's still to soon to start though. This is only the first week of school," Harry said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah," Chloe said, and there was another pause. "So what do you all do over the holidays? Do you go home, or are you allowed to stay here?"

"Er-," Harry said, and he decided to keep the answer as short as possible to avoid having to tell Chloe about his parents, unless she already knows. "We're allowed to do either, but I always stay here and my friend Ron does too."

"Why do you always stay here?" Chloe asked, looking a little confused.

Harry gulped. "I don't like to go back to where I live in the summer. I live with Muggles, and they… how to put it…they're the worst kind of muggles ever. They make me sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, they lock up my wizard things, they make me do all the chores, and I frequently get hit in the back of the head with a frying pan by Aunt Petunia," Harry said. "They don't want me back for the holidays anyway." Harry looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry. My er—family doesn't want me back either. They're also muggles. I was hoping someone would stay here with me because I'm not going back there, no way," Chloe said.

Harry was glad to hear someone else was in the same shoes as himself. "What happened?" he asked.

Chloe continued, "My parents left me when I was little. My mother wasn't even married when I was born, and then my so-called-father took off. My mother didn't want me, so I was put up for adoption. I was taken to a muggle adoption center. None of the families stuck with me very long though. Crazy things I couldn't explain would happen because I was a witch. I'm muggle-born, and I didn't know that witches and wizards even existed. When I got my letter inviting me to Ameritex, my old magic school in America, the people that had taken me in were furious. They dropped me off at the station and hoped I'd never return. You can imagine their faces when I turned up at the beginning of the summer the next year." Chloe smiled a little remembering their faces.

Chloe screwed up her face and mocked her adoptive parents, "You're, here? We thought you were dead!"

Chloe turned away from Harry and looked at the floor. "My parents are dead now, my biological ones I mean. So there you have it, Harry. If you don't mind my asking, what happened to your parents?"

Harry, now that he had heard Chloe's story didn't feel wrong at all to tell her his. "My parents were killed by Voldemort. My mother tried to protect me before Voldemort killed her. My father tried to hold him off and told my Mother to take me and run." Harry stopped. He hadn't actually told anyone in words his past before. Everyone had already known. Chloe put an arm around Harry's shoulder. He went on, "Voldemort killed my dad, then my mum, and then he tried to kill me with the killing curse, but—,"

"All you ended up with is the scar," Chloe finished for him. "Now, I remember. You're Harry Potter. Duh." Chloe slapped her forehead. She hugged Harry and kissed him on the top of his head.

"I remember now," Chloe started, "Some of the people in America talked about it, a few of my teachers mentioned your name. I don't know why I didn't recognize you name."

"It's ok," Harry said.

"You're lucky," Chloe said after a long pause. "I wish my parents had loved me so much that they gave their life for me. You're so lucky."

This surprised Harry because he had never thought of himself lucky. Voldemort after him, living with the Dursley's, no parents, but Harry now realized how Chloe must feel to not have had parents who love her.

"I'm sorry," Harry said.

"I'm glad you're here, Harry. You're a easy person to talk to." Chloe said.

"So are you, Chloe," Harry said.

Chloe stood up. "Now, you need to get to bed. You're going to be tired tomorrow."

Harry nodded. He stood up too and Chloe bent down and gave Harry a hug. She was taller than him.

"See you, tomorrow huh? Good night, Harry," Chloe said.

"Good night." Harry walked up to his own dormitory and Chloe did the same.

Harry lay in his bed thinking about everything. He liked Chloe a lot, but not in a girlfriend type way. Chloe had that big sister type to her, but Harry was glad he could talk to her like a friend. He needed someone like that every once in a while. Harry smiled in the dark. He felt better after talking to Chloe and he realized he was more fortunate than he thought he was.

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