uChapter VI: Discoverybr
Harry, Ron, and Hermoine weren't at the Halloween feast tha night. Cindra remembered them mentioning something about Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party.br
Ginny, however, was also not present. Cindra hoped that she was not with them. This was rude, she knew that, but she was getting fed up with Ginny's Harry obsession.br
The feast was quite boring without any of her friends there. She talked little with Fred, George, and Lee, but she did feel like somewhat of an intrusion on them.br
After it was over, she walked back to Gryffindor tower and retired to her dormitory. She really was not in any mood to be around other people. She drew the curtains of her four poster, and took out a roll od parchment and a quill and began to write.iDear Harry,br
I saw you open my letter today. Did it completely freak you out? Or idd you secretly like it? Please send a letter back with this owl. She'll know how to get it to me. Here's another poem I wrote for you.br
You don't know what he means to mebr
He's a heart that beats close to mebr
And gettin' back to the way I feelbr
His honest word is my only real thingbr
When he comes to me then I feel finebr
And I'm not afraid but so gratifiedbr
Emerald eyes is a mysterybr
Starin' through to the heart of mebr
Find, emerald eyes in the nightbr
Gleamin' shiny and brightbr
As if covered with silverbr
He's still a mystery to mebr
The way he sails away slowbr
Makes your day to day life easybr
Emerald eyes is a mysterybr
He's my place of serenitybr
And gettin' back to the way I feelbr
His honest word is my only real thingbr
Only an honest word, maybe a sky reportbr
Could be a weather bird it was so close to mebr
Emerald eyes is a mysterybr
He's my place of serenitybr
I love your eyes, Harry.br
Love Always.../i
As Cindra was folding the letter, she heard commotion coming from the Common Room. She curiously got out of bed and wandered down into the chaotic mess. Percy was trying his hardest to quiet them down, but even he looked frightened.br
"What's going on?" Linda asked Veronic, another first year.br
"After the feast everyone found a message on the wall right outside that said 'The Chamber of something has been opened.' I don't remember exactly."br
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies of the heir beware." Margo, another first year said softly.br
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cindra asked, suddenly wishing she had been there.br
"I don't know-but it was written in blood," Margo said.br
"Oh, wow," Cindra said as she sank down into a nearby armchair.br
"Filch's cat was petrified, it was hanging by the message," Margo said as she and Veronica joined Cindra in chairs on either side of hers.br
Cindra gave a slight laugh, "Mrs Norris? Alright!"br
"Everyone thinks Harry Potter did it," Veronica spoke up.br
"What?" Cindra looked surprised.br
"He was right there, at the scene of the crime," Margo jumped in.br
"Innocent until proven guilty," Cindra said bluntly.br
It was nearly midnight and Cindra was ready to go to bed, but just then Harry, Ron, and Hermoine entered the common room. There was another surge of commotion and then Cindra recieved a "Hi Cindra! Sorry we weren't at the feast," from Harry, that generally brightened everything.br
"Oh, you're trying to make up for your rudeness the first day, huh?" Cindra retorted.br
"Yep, that's right," Harry smirked.br
"Well I forgive you, but just this once."br
"Great," harry smiled and say down in one of the chairs her and the other two first year had previously sat in. Cindra cautiously sat down next to him. "So, you heard about Filch's cat, I assume." Cindra nodded. "I didn't see your face in the crowd of people when it was discovered," Harry said.br
"That's because I was up in my dormitory writing-uh-an essay-for Transfiguration," Cindra said fakely. She was such a bad liar.br
"Oh, alright," Harry said. "I abandon you, so you work on homework instead."br
Cindra laughed. "That's right!"br
"Uh, Cindra, do you think you'd like to study with me in the library tomorrow?" he said nervously. "I know we're in different years, but maybe I can help you or--"br
"Sure Harry!" Cindra said, cutting him off before he embarrassed himself more. "That'd be great."br
"Oh, alright," Harry sand back into his chair. "After dinner then? I'll meet you in here."br
"Ok," Cindra said cheerfully. She glanced at the clock, it was nearly one now, and she suddenly realised how tired she was. "Well, I should be getting off to bed."br
"Yeah, me too," Harry yawned.br
They rose from their chairs and went their separate ways to their dormitories.br
The next morning came too soon for Cindra. She was extremely excited but also very nervous. The day passed by slowly, ever Charms, her favourite class, was boring. She recieved glares from Ginny all day, as well as a constant but unsure smile from Harry.br
By the time dinner came, Cindra was beyond anxious. She was downright terrified. Yes, she knew he was just a twelve year old boy who wanted to spend time wit her, but he was also Harry Potter. The same Harry Potter who defeated Lord Voldemort! That was quite astounding if she said so herself.br
She left dinner early and rushed up to her dormitory. She brushed her hair and teeth, gathered her books and went back to the common room. She sat down where Harry had instructed her and opened up uFantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them/u, the book she had just been sent by her parents. After several minutes, a nervous looking Harry entered through the portait hole.br
Cindra honestly didn't understand why he was so nervous. She was, after all, simply an eleven year old girl who happened to have a very large crush on him. Harry walked over to Cindra and gave her a smile. "Hello," he said. "Just let me get my books and then we can go." Linda nodded and Harry rushed up to his dormitory.br
Several moments later, Cindra and Harry were entering the library. They passes by a table of first years and Harry led her to a table against the bookshelves toward the back of the library. "Is this alright?" Harry asked. Cindra said it was find, and they say down. "So what do you have for homework."br
"Well, I have an essay form Transfiguration, and I need to study the ingredients to all the potions we've learned this year."br
"Hmm...sounds fun," Harry said sarcastically.br
Cindra laughed. "Oh yeah."br
"You want help with the essay?" Harry offered.br
"You can help if you want...I don't really need it..." McGonagall had asked Cindra if she wanted to move up to third year Transfiguration, but she turned down the offer, not wanting to turn into another Hermoine Granger.br
As they continued to work, Harry's hand slowly found its way into Cindra's. Cindra looked up at Harry, completely surprised, but sher smile told him that it was alright.br
As Harry and Cindra gathered their books to return to Gryffindor tower several hours later. As they reached the portrait hole, a book she was carrying dropped open on the floor. Harry reached down to pick it up, and Linda's hear bagan to race. It was her poetry journal.br
He glanced down at it, and his eyes got wide. He picked up the journal which had been open to one of the poems Cindra sent to Harry. "You write beautiful poetry," he said as he handed the journal back to Cindra and turned to go to his dormitory.br
Harry, Ron, and Hermoine weren't at the Halloween feast tha night. Cindra remembered them mentioning something about Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party.br
Ginny, however, was also not present. Cindra hoped that she was not with them. This was rude, she knew that, but she was getting fed up with Ginny's Harry obsession.br
The feast was quite boring without any of her friends there. She talked little with Fred, George, and Lee, but she did feel like somewhat of an intrusion on them.br
After it was over, she walked back to Gryffindor tower and retired to her dormitory. She really was not in any mood to be around other people. She drew the curtains of her four poster, and took out a roll od parchment and a quill and began to write.iDear Harry,br
I saw you open my letter today. Did it completely freak you out? Or idd you secretly like it? Please send a letter back with this owl. She'll know how to get it to me. Here's another poem I wrote for you.br
You don't know what he means to mebr
He's a heart that beats close to mebr
And gettin' back to the way I feelbr
His honest word is my only real thingbr
When he comes to me then I feel finebr
And I'm not afraid but so gratifiedbr
Emerald eyes is a mysterybr
Starin' through to the heart of mebr
Find, emerald eyes in the nightbr
Gleamin' shiny and brightbr
As if covered with silverbr
He's still a mystery to mebr
The way he sails away slowbr
Makes your day to day life easybr
Emerald eyes is a mysterybr
He's my place of serenitybr
And gettin' back to the way I feelbr
His honest word is my only real thingbr
Only an honest word, maybe a sky reportbr
Could be a weather bird it was so close to mebr
Emerald eyes is a mysterybr
He's my place of serenitybr
I love your eyes, Harry.br
Love Always.../i
As Cindra was folding the letter, she heard commotion coming from the Common Room. She curiously got out of bed and wandered down into the chaotic mess. Percy was trying his hardest to quiet them down, but even he looked frightened.br
"What's going on?" Linda asked Veronic, another first year.br
"After the feast everyone found a message on the wall right outside that said 'The Chamber of something has been opened.' I don't remember exactly."br
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies of the heir beware." Margo, another first year said softly.br
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cindra asked, suddenly wishing she had been there.br
"I don't know-but it was written in blood," Margo said.br
"Oh, wow," Cindra said as she sank down into a nearby armchair.br
"Filch's cat was petrified, it was hanging by the message," Margo said as she and Veronica joined Cindra in chairs on either side of hers.br
Cindra gave a slight laugh, "Mrs Norris? Alright!"br
"Everyone thinks Harry Potter did it," Veronica spoke up.br
"What?" Cindra looked surprised.br
"He was right there, at the scene of the crime," Margo jumped in.br
"Innocent until proven guilty," Cindra said bluntly.br
It was nearly midnight and Cindra was ready to go to bed, but just then Harry, Ron, and Hermoine entered the common room. There was another surge of commotion and then Cindra recieved a "Hi Cindra! Sorry we weren't at the feast," from Harry, that generally brightened everything.br
"Oh, you're trying to make up for your rudeness the first day, huh?" Cindra retorted.br
"Yep, that's right," Harry smirked.br
"Well I forgive you, but just this once."br
"Great," harry smiled and say down in one of the chairs her and the other two first year had previously sat in. Cindra cautiously sat down next to him. "So, you heard about Filch's cat, I assume." Cindra nodded. "I didn't see your face in the crowd of people when it was discovered," Harry said.br
"That's because I was up in my dormitory writing-uh-an essay-for Transfiguration," Cindra said fakely. She was such a bad liar.br
"Oh, alright," Harry said. "I abandon you, so you work on homework instead."br
Cindra laughed. "That's right!"br
"Uh, Cindra, do you think you'd like to study with me in the library tomorrow?" he said nervously. "I know we're in different years, but maybe I can help you or--"br
"Sure Harry!" Cindra said, cutting him off before he embarrassed himself more. "That'd be great."br
"Oh, alright," Harry sand back into his chair. "After dinner then? I'll meet you in here."br
"Ok," Cindra said cheerfully. She glanced at the clock, it was nearly one now, and she suddenly realised how tired she was. "Well, I should be getting off to bed."br
"Yeah, me too," Harry yawned.br
They rose from their chairs and went their separate ways to their dormitories.br
The next morning came too soon for Cindra. She was extremely excited but also very nervous. The day passed by slowly, ever Charms, her favourite class, was boring. She recieved glares from Ginny all day, as well as a constant but unsure smile from Harry.br
By the time dinner came, Cindra was beyond anxious. She was downright terrified. Yes, she knew he was just a twelve year old boy who wanted to spend time wit her, but he was also Harry Potter. The same Harry Potter who defeated Lord Voldemort! That was quite astounding if she said so herself.br
She left dinner early and rushed up to her dormitory. She brushed her hair and teeth, gathered her books and went back to the common room. She sat down where Harry had instructed her and opened up uFantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them/u, the book she had just been sent by her parents. After several minutes, a nervous looking Harry entered through the portait hole.br
Cindra honestly didn't understand why he was so nervous. She was, after all, simply an eleven year old girl who happened to have a very large crush on him. Harry walked over to Cindra and gave her a smile. "Hello," he said. "Just let me get my books and then we can go." Linda nodded and Harry rushed up to his dormitory.br
Several moments later, Cindra and Harry were entering the library. They passes by a table of first years and Harry led her to a table against the bookshelves toward the back of the library. "Is this alright?" Harry asked. Cindra said it was find, and they say down. "So what do you have for homework."br
"Well, I have an essay form Transfiguration, and I need to study the ingredients to all the potions we've learned this year."br
"Hmm...sounds fun," Harry said sarcastically.br
Cindra laughed. "Oh yeah."br
"You want help with the essay?" Harry offered.br
"You can help if you want...I don't really need it..." McGonagall had asked Cindra if she wanted to move up to third year Transfiguration, but she turned down the offer, not wanting to turn into another Hermoine Granger.br
As they continued to work, Harry's hand slowly found its way into Cindra's. Cindra looked up at Harry, completely surprised, but sher smile told him that it was alright.br
As Harry and Cindra gathered their books to return to Gryffindor tower several hours later. As they reached the portrait hole, a book she was carrying dropped open on the floor. Harry reached down to pick it up, and Linda's hear bagan to race. It was her poetry journal.br
He glanced down at it, and his eyes got wide. He picked up the journal which had been open to one of the poems Cindra sent to Harry. "You write beautiful poetry," he said as he handed the journal back to Cindra and turned to go to his dormitory.br