Juliet - Chapter IV

"Hello?" Harry, waking up, heard a female voice ask him. He looked around through fuzzy eyes.

"Huh?" Him not being fully awake, he couldn't work out where the sound had come from, or who had said it. "What happened?"

"It's ok." She sounded a little foreign, Harry thought, either Scottish, or someone from the 16th century. "And, I was going to ask you the same question!" She smiled, pausing, and Harry just looked up, head heavy and pounding. She realised he was pretty slow, and continued: "You know; what happened?"

Harry thought for a moment, trying to recall how he had come to be in some woods, or possibly a forest, with a girl he really did not remember. Strange.

"Um, I don't know!"

"Are you from the school?"

"School? Maybe.what was it called again?"

"Hogwarts, I mean, I think it is." She seemed taken aback from saying the name, and Harry could see why.

"Isn't that I slightly strange name for a school.wait a sec, it does seem kinda'-familiar? Anyway, pleased to meet you, whoever you are." Harry gave a grin of confusion.

"Thank you, I'm Juliet. Who are you, just out of interest, of course?"

"Me, I'm.I'm, really not sure." He frowned, what was wrong with him?

".Do you want me to try and help you, help you to remember?" She looked so shy, so sweet, and so shy.

"Sure, I mean, yes.please." He mumbled, feeling suddenly shy himself.

"This way."

Harry followed her for what seemed like ages. She was almost silent, in deep concentration, as if she couldn't remember where she was taking him unless she thought about it every second. They crossed streams, climbed banks of earth, jumped what looked like never-ending holes. This place was definitely weird, to Harry, if not his newfound, and, as far as he knew, only friend.

"Here we are, home sweet home." Harry looked around, confused.

"Um.where?"

Juliet pointed, and Harry followed her finger. Now, he was even more disbelieving. She was indicating a small hole at the base of a tree, that he would barely be able to squeeze through; looking himself up and down, he saw he was extremely skinny, and not the tallest of boys. Harry dreaded going inside, expecting a damp, cramped little space to be waiting for him. He had a feeling he might be claustrophobic.

"But, it's so tiny!"

"Surely you know that looks can be deceiving?" As she said it, she flickered Harry a flirtatious smile, and performed a quick wink, before clambering into the miniature gap that stood before her. Slightly less attractive perhaps, but Harry's heart was pounding.

Harry paused for a moment; did he really want to do this? But then his curiosity got the better of him, as did she.

As he scrambled in after her, Harry realised that he fit through the hole easily, as, in fact, would have a fairly large horse.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, looking around, taking it all in. It was.amazing! How could it be so large, and it had proper walls and everything, rather than just the pushed aside dirt that he had imagined. "How is this possible?"

"Well, it's just.it just is, I guess." Juliet glanced at Harry, expectantly.

"Do you live with anyone else? Your mum perhaps?"

"No. I'm alone, or I was." She gave Harry a shy smile, then added "Do you still want my help, to make you remember?"

Harry contemplated for only a moment; "How can you help me? Haven't I got amnesia?"

"Maybe, but, if you trust me, I can help you." Searching the depths of her eyes, all Harry could see was purity. Love, hope.and power? He nodded.

"I trust you."

"Then come."

She led Harry down a steep, narrow passageway, and told him about herself. She was fifteen years old, sixteen early next year, and she'd never known her real mother and father. At each foster home she was shipped between, the so-called parents had different stories as to why she never saw them, trying quickly to change the subject, though she always persisted. Some claimed they'd died, though what had actually happened, how they died, was always different, drowning, a car crash, plane accident, etcetera, while others said they were explorers, lost on an expedition. Some of the fosterers even said they were 'too busy', but, again, they had varying jobs and whatever that caused this. She believed none of them.

"It was at one of those very homes" she continued "That I learned how to do this, though they don't know that I did. After realising what they had kept from me, I stayed only long enough to collect books and information, and get the supplies that I would need. I don't need them anymore. That's why I ran away."

"You ran away?" Harry was disbelieving, wondering what awful people they were to drive her to this, obviously, having forgotten his own dear aunty and uncle. She nodded, and they were both silent for a moment.

"What had they kept from you?"

"You wouldn't believe me.so I'll have to show you." She stopped, and turned round, motioned her arms. "Sit here please." Harry did so, as she collected candles, a stick, a few books, a quill, ink and parchment. The passage way had opened out, and he sat in the very centre, a circle around him, enormous bookshelves leant against the high reaching walls around the edge. How far down had they reached?

"What's all this for?" He looked around, scepticism all over his face.

"Be silent." She looked up, her eyes darker, her hair static, and her voice harsh.

She swayed from side to side, humming, murmuring. "Fire, I call to the. Light the candles, light our hearts. (The candle wicks were suddenly alive with flame, as were her eyes.) Wind, I call to the. Encircle this circle, show us the way. (She raised the stick, and pointed it to the sky, or so Harry guessed.) Water, I call to the. Break the barrier, open our eyes. (She lifted the parchment, on which something was scrawled, with her other hand.) Earth, I call to the. Lend your strength, reveal the lies." (She threw the parchment into the fire, and blue sparks flew from it, vibrant, wild.) Her head swung downward, her eyes met Harry's. "Combine our power, share our knowledge, till undone is this damage." (She brought her arms down, slowly, controlling the power, and then released it into Harry, he gasped. It was divine, it felt perfect, until.)

Harry bent over, and lay on his side, curled up. He was in agony.

Juliet knelt by his side, muttering "Soothe his body, soothe his soul. Share the burden, make him whole." Over and over, without her wand this time, with only her palms resting on him, one at the temple, the other on his heart. She looked normal again, innocent, with sparkling blue eyes, full, pink lips, dark, flowing hair. She was so beautiful.
A/n, ok, so it wasn't exactly the true Harry Potter style of magic, or anything.who cares? Not like it's the real book or anything!!!! Also, to any who actually, properly read this, sorry for the lateness of its being posted, but my phone connection became bust on Monday the 10th (I think) of February, when I was bout half way through this chapter, and is not likely to have been fixed till AGES away, I'm more off pissed than u, I can assure ye all. Also, if you should by chance decide to review my story, pretty please help me, and be all like, complimenting, and then say sumfin, like, dat I cud improve, for instance, this cud b good: Hello, I thought that was really good, and I've got a really good picture of Juliet in my mind (ahem, yeah rite), but perhaps you could have described the scenery a bit better. Obviously, don't just copy this (HELLABELLA!!!!) thanku, thanku also, ples refrain from sarcasticness and etc, as in, please leave out the obvious set of brackets!!!!! Anyway, many MANY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks and cheersiness 2 all those who r&r my stuff; I love u all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( also - I'll shut up now!!!!!