Harry stared straight back in to those eyes. What is she talking about, was
the only thought that ran through his head, and then all of a sudden it
clicked.
"Oh," he said, still not letting go of her hands.
She continued to look at him, as though she wanted him to understand very much what she had just said.
"Its, er, no problem," he said. Then he went red, realizing how stupid he sounded. However, she locked her eyes on his, and then her lips curved in to a smile. It was the most wonderful smile Harry had ever seen, and once again he felt that strange warm sensation traveling through his body. Still smiling, she looked down at her wand. Regaining himself, he shifted her fingers, and then removed his hands.
She concentrated on the paperweight for a moment, and then said, "Liftenumus Hevaportu!"
Instantly, the paperweight rose off of her desk. She looked at Harry who smiled back, still unable to shake the feeling that her look had something to do with that odd sensation.
The next few days passed in a blur, and before they knew it, the weekend was upon them. Harry hadn't spoken to Jessica since that day in Charms, and he didn't know whether this was a good or bad thing. He could sense some kind of connection with her. And the dream he had had the first night she had arrived just helped that notion.
He dreamed that He, Ron, and Hermione were walking across the grounds, it was nearly dusk. As they were walking, he saw someone in light blue clothes enter the courtyard, although he did not get a good look at the person. Before he realized what was happening, he'd broken away from Ron and Hermione and was racing toward the garden. When he arrived, he saw Jessica standing staring in to a corner. He looked in to the corner and saw none other than Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail. Peter had betrayed his parents and become a servant of Lord Voldemort, the worst wizard who had ever lived. He was responsible for many awful crimes, including several deaths, kidnappings, and the imprisonment of an innocent man. Everyone believed him to be dead, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew the truth. Seeing him there, standing quiet in the shadows, Harry knew he was up to no good. However, Jessica did not seem to realize this. She stood staring in to the shadows, almost transfixed. He raced up to her and told her to leave, but all she had done was continue to look at him. Fearing she was going to be hurt, Harry grabbed her and tried to shove her away. He succeeded, but before she had gone completely, someone shouted the words, "Avada Kedavra!" and she had gone. He had woken up right after that, drenched in a cold sweat. He was sure it had been a dream, and yet, it had seemed so real.
The dream had left several unanswered questions racing through his mind. Why was Wormtail standing in the courtyard? Had the dream been real? And the most important of all, had Jessica had the same dream?
However, when the weekend arrived, Harry was too busy with his studies to worry about some silly dream. Infact, on Saturday afternoon, he, Ron, and Hermione found themselves standing in the library trying to find a book to help them with Professor Binns' essay. Professor Binns taught history of magic, and he was the only ghost who was a teacher. Many people said that he didn't really notice he was dead, he just got up to teach one day, and left his body behind. It was easily the most boring class in Harry's entire schedule, and at the moment they were studying Goblin Rebellions of the 1900s.
They walked numbly through the aisles, trying to find a book. As Harry turned the corner, he collided with Ron, who was standing quite still and staring at a table nearby.
"What…" Harry began, but Ron held up a hand to silence him, and pointed toward the table. Harry leaned forward to get a better look. Jessica was sitting at the table, and piled all around her were books of every shape and size. As Harry tried to discern some of their titles, he realized they were all on the subject of curse scars. As she read, she would move her hand up to her neck, and then back down to the book. Harry looked at Ron with raised eyebrows, and Ron shrugged.
Harry pulled him away from the table and whispered, "Why do you think she's researching curse scars?"
Ron shook his head and said, "I dunno, but I'd sure like to find out."
"What are you two doing?" Hermione said. She had just come around the corner, clutching a stack of books.
"Shhhhh!" they hissed together.
"Come here and have a look," Harry whispered and pulled her over to where she could have a clear view of table.
"Oh really!" she huffed.
"Ya, I know, we can't figure it…"
"People are supposed to put their books away when they're done!" she interrupted.
"What?" Ron asked, astonished
He and Harry walked quickly forward to look. The table was empty, Jessica had gone, but her books were still lying about untidily. Hermione shook her head and walked away. Just then, Harry noticed that one book was still open. He and Ron approached it carefully, trying not to look like they were up to something, and when they reached the table they sat down quickly. Ron slid the book over in front of him, and Harry watched as Ron's eyes grew round. He looked at Harry, and quickly shoved the book at him.
Harry pulled the book closer, bent over it and read. "Curse scars can be obtained in several different ways. They can take the form of a simple line, or an intricate design. Many witches and wizards have tried to pass theirs off as an elaborate tattoo, however, this rarely works. The scar of the Cruciatus curse usually takes the shape of a diamond. The shape of the Imperius curse scar is usually that of a triangle. There is only one known person who has a curse scar from the Avada Kedavra curse, and it is Harry Potter. His scar took the form of a lightning bolt. However, it is rumored that if the killing curse hits you at an off angle, or reflects off something to hit you, it can leave a scar in the form of a raindrop. This can not be confirmed, though, because no one but Harry Potter has survived this curse…" It then went on to talk about different ways a scar can be treated.
He looked up at Ron, who was sitting with his mouth hanging open, staring at something past Harry. Harry slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder. A very red faced Jessica stood there, clutching a stack of books.
"Oh," he said, still not letting go of her hands.
She continued to look at him, as though she wanted him to understand very much what she had just said.
"Its, er, no problem," he said. Then he went red, realizing how stupid he sounded. However, she locked her eyes on his, and then her lips curved in to a smile. It was the most wonderful smile Harry had ever seen, and once again he felt that strange warm sensation traveling through his body. Still smiling, she looked down at her wand. Regaining himself, he shifted her fingers, and then removed his hands.
She concentrated on the paperweight for a moment, and then said, "Liftenumus Hevaportu!"
Instantly, the paperweight rose off of her desk. She looked at Harry who smiled back, still unable to shake the feeling that her look had something to do with that odd sensation.
The next few days passed in a blur, and before they knew it, the weekend was upon them. Harry hadn't spoken to Jessica since that day in Charms, and he didn't know whether this was a good or bad thing. He could sense some kind of connection with her. And the dream he had had the first night she had arrived just helped that notion.
He dreamed that He, Ron, and Hermione were walking across the grounds, it was nearly dusk. As they were walking, he saw someone in light blue clothes enter the courtyard, although he did not get a good look at the person. Before he realized what was happening, he'd broken away from Ron and Hermione and was racing toward the garden. When he arrived, he saw Jessica standing staring in to a corner. He looked in to the corner and saw none other than Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail. Peter had betrayed his parents and become a servant of Lord Voldemort, the worst wizard who had ever lived. He was responsible for many awful crimes, including several deaths, kidnappings, and the imprisonment of an innocent man. Everyone believed him to be dead, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew the truth. Seeing him there, standing quiet in the shadows, Harry knew he was up to no good. However, Jessica did not seem to realize this. She stood staring in to the shadows, almost transfixed. He raced up to her and told her to leave, but all she had done was continue to look at him. Fearing she was going to be hurt, Harry grabbed her and tried to shove her away. He succeeded, but before she had gone completely, someone shouted the words, "Avada Kedavra!" and she had gone. He had woken up right after that, drenched in a cold sweat. He was sure it had been a dream, and yet, it had seemed so real.
The dream had left several unanswered questions racing through his mind. Why was Wormtail standing in the courtyard? Had the dream been real? And the most important of all, had Jessica had the same dream?
However, when the weekend arrived, Harry was too busy with his studies to worry about some silly dream. Infact, on Saturday afternoon, he, Ron, and Hermione found themselves standing in the library trying to find a book to help them with Professor Binns' essay. Professor Binns taught history of magic, and he was the only ghost who was a teacher. Many people said that he didn't really notice he was dead, he just got up to teach one day, and left his body behind. It was easily the most boring class in Harry's entire schedule, and at the moment they were studying Goblin Rebellions of the 1900s.
They walked numbly through the aisles, trying to find a book. As Harry turned the corner, he collided with Ron, who was standing quite still and staring at a table nearby.
"What…" Harry began, but Ron held up a hand to silence him, and pointed toward the table. Harry leaned forward to get a better look. Jessica was sitting at the table, and piled all around her were books of every shape and size. As Harry tried to discern some of their titles, he realized they were all on the subject of curse scars. As she read, she would move her hand up to her neck, and then back down to the book. Harry looked at Ron with raised eyebrows, and Ron shrugged.
Harry pulled him away from the table and whispered, "Why do you think she's researching curse scars?"
Ron shook his head and said, "I dunno, but I'd sure like to find out."
"What are you two doing?" Hermione said. She had just come around the corner, clutching a stack of books.
"Shhhhh!" they hissed together.
"Come here and have a look," Harry whispered and pulled her over to where she could have a clear view of table.
"Oh really!" she huffed.
"Ya, I know, we can't figure it…"
"People are supposed to put their books away when they're done!" she interrupted.
"What?" Ron asked, astonished
He and Harry walked quickly forward to look. The table was empty, Jessica had gone, but her books were still lying about untidily. Hermione shook her head and walked away. Just then, Harry noticed that one book was still open. He and Ron approached it carefully, trying not to look like they were up to something, and when they reached the table they sat down quickly. Ron slid the book over in front of him, and Harry watched as Ron's eyes grew round. He looked at Harry, and quickly shoved the book at him.
Harry pulled the book closer, bent over it and read. "Curse scars can be obtained in several different ways. They can take the form of a simple line, or an intricate design. Many witches and wizards have tried to pass theirs off as an elaborate tattoo, however, this rarely works. The scar of the Cruciatus curse usually takes the shape of a diamond. The shape of the Imperius curse scar is usually that of a triangle. There is only one known person who has a curse scar from the Avada Kedavra curse, and it is Harry Potter. His scar took the form of a lightning bolt. However, it is rumored that if the killing curse hits you at an off angle, or reflects off something to hit you, it can leave a scar in the form of a raindrop. This can not be confirmed, though, because no one but Harry Potter has survived this curse…" It then went on to talk about different ways a scar can be treated.
He looked up at Ron, who was sitting with his mouth hanging open, staring at something past Harry. Harry slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder. A very red faced Jessica stood there, clutching a stack of books.