The Darker Phoenix
Chapter Seven
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Halloween was fast approaching... Genesis sat at the ledge of the North Tower. It was abnormally calm for that time of the night. She had promised herself a night up there once in a while to gather her thoughts. Time had been an obstacle to overcome as the months of school counted down. And now, Halloween was on her doorstep and she had no idea what to do with it. Sable had said he would meet her there. He had "issues" that he needed to talk about with her. At points in their friendship, he made her feel just totally mushy and loved inside, and there are times where he seemed to look up to her. She didn't mind either, of course, it was quite true - she was older. Very much so too. Genesis sighed into the night air thinking how wonderful it would be if she were just a normal girl. If she weren't some sort of insane Genesis Phoenix. But... she was. Genesis sighed again, and gazed longingly at the stars.
Outside the North Tower, flying up the stairs was Harry. He burst through the doors to see Genesis sitting peacefully star-gazing. Harry walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hello Genesis.", he whispered, and she nodded in acquaintance. The night air swept around once in the room, and Genesis rose to wrap her cloak tighter around her.
"So... you had something to tell me about.", she said, and gestured towards the opposite bench beside the window. Harry took a seat.
"I have a problem, Genesis. And it eating me again, bit by bit." Harry looked strained as he said this, and Genesis looked on with curiosity. "You once told me, some time ago, that you had a mate. Well, I've been thinking, Genesis, since you told me that surviving your father's wrath meant I fitted in with all of this somehow. I'm just wondering... it's the faintest notion.", Harry started hesitating and babbling, while Genesis just looked on, mildly amused.
"If you could be this certain 'mate'?", she finished for him. Harry nodded, his green eyes glittered, if not with fear, with realization. "Well, Sable, that rests unknown.", she rose again from the window, and Harry rose with her. Genesis put her hands on his shoulder and kissed him ever so lightly on the forehead. "Dreams may turn to reality.", she whispered before taking his hand to return to Gryffindor Tower. Harry walked along beside her. He was so certain he was the One, maybe he was? He and Genesis were walking in perfect harmony. How could he not be the One when it felt so perfectly right?
The walk back to Gryffindor Tower turned heads, as the two most feared, and respected people swept by hand in hand, looking sublime as they always do. When comfortably installed in their common room, Genesis and Harry bid goodnight.
There was only the worry of whether or not it would come down to the fact that Harry really was the One. He would be in more than mortal danger. Genesis feared for him. Feared for his very being. Feared for his existence.
ADVERTISING: I NEED A BETA READER PLEASE! AND ALSO, I CAN BE SOMEONE'S BETA READER!!!!
To Sukkumbus: THANK YOU! *SMOOCH*, you're like my only reviewer, hahahaha! Thanks so much!
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Halloween was fast approaching... Genesis sat at the ledge of the North Tower. It was abnormally calm for that time of the night. She had promised herself a night up there once in a while to gather her thoughts. Time had been an obstacle to overcome as the months of school counted down. And now, Halloween was on her doorstep and she had no idea what to do with it. Sable had said he would meet her there. He had "issues" that he needed to talk about with her. At points in their friendship, he made her feel just totally mushy and loved inside, and there are times where he seemed to look up to her. She didn't mind either, of course, it was quite true - she was older. Very much so too. Genesis sighed into the night air thinking how wonderful it would be if she were just a normal girl. If she weren't some sort of insane Genesis Phoenix. But... she was. Genesis sighed again, and gazed longingly at the stars.
Outside the North Tower, flying up the stairs was Harry. He burst through the doors to see Genesis sitting peacefully star-gazing. Harry walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hello Genesis.", he whispered, and she nodded in acquaintance. The night air swept around once in the room, and Genesis rose to wrap her cloak tighter around her.
"So... you had something to tell me about.", she said, and gestured towards the opposite bench beside the window. Harry took a seat.
"I have a problem, Genesis. And it eating me again, bit by bit." Harry looked strained as he said this, and Genesis looked on with curiosity. "You once told me, some time ago, that you had a mate. Well, I've been thinking, Genesis, since you told me that surviving your father's wrath meant I fitted in with all of this somehow. I'm just wondering... it's the faintest notion.", Harry started hesitating and babbling, while Genesis just looked on, mildly amused.
"If you could be this certain 'mate'?", she finished for him. Harry nodded, his green eyes glittered, if not with fear, with realization. "Well, Sable, that rests unknown.", she rose again from the window, and Harry rose with her. Genesis put her hands on his shoulder and kissed him ever so lightly on the forehead. "Dreams may turn to reality.", she whispered before taking his hand to return to Gryffindor Tower. Harry walked along beside her. He was so certain he was the One, maybe he was? He and Genesis were walking in perfect harmony. How could he not be the One when it felt so perfectly right?
The walk back to Gryffindor Tower turned heads, as the two most feared, and respected people swept by hand in hand, looking sublime as they always do. When comfortably installed in their common room, Genesis and Harry bid goodnight.
There was only the worry of whether or not it would come down to the fact that Harry really was the One. He would be in more than mortal danger. Genesis feared for him. Feared for his very being. Feared for his existence.