Famous Harry Potter

I woke up the next morning feeling extremely motivated, like a certain inspiration struck. I had Percy's ambition -- to go back to sleep. But I lugged myself over to the Great Hall, which seemed twice as loud as usual.
Ron came over to my table, being as careful as possible not to run into Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter was with him. Potter was first to speak. "Ron's told me alot about you, and I'd like to talk. It's kind of urgent, so if you don't mind..." he said, gesturing towards the door. "Oh no, not at all," I said, blushing at the sight of Potter's scar, as I stood to leave with them, so we left the Great Hall.

"Ron, I need to talk to Diana in private. Do you mind?" "Yes, Ron, you mind. You need to stay. Please?" "What's wrong with talking to me in private?" asked Harry, looking abashed. "Nothing's wrong with your sc -- you," I breathed, blushing. "Why does my scar bother you so much?" "Dunno. I guess I get a little jumpy around people who could've been killed by my f -- Voldemort." Ron gasped and jumped off of a third floor staircase. "He doesn't like that name." "Clearly," I said, before running up to him to see if he was okay. He was passed out.
"Oh well," said Potter. "Guess we can talk in private now." I laughed under my breath at his insensitivity. "Y'know Professor Snape?" "Ya. He's only my favorite professor. I guess McGonnagal's okay too. Why?" "I think he's after something." "If you're talking about the Sorcerer's (Philosopher's) Stone, I'm afraid you're wrong. Professor Snape is helping protect the stone. Professor Quirrel would be a better bet. It's obvious he's hiding something.." "I don't know what to think of that. Ron told me that you once turned his pillow into a porcupine. Bet Fred taught you how to do that." "Yes, as a matter of fact, he did. But trust me, Professor Snape is not trying to steal anything." "Then why'd he try to knock me off of my broom during the Quidditch match?" "When you do a spell, you have to keep eye contact," "Snape wasn't blinking!" "Let me finish. He was staring at you the whole time, even when you regained control of the broom. Harry, no matter how much Professor Snape seems to hate you, he's not out to get you. But clowns, on the other hand..."
"What do clowns have to do with Professor Snape?" "Huh?" "Never mind. By the way, you know thatt Linsay girl?" "Ya. She seems pretty nice. Why?" "Oh, no reason," said Harry, blushing, before he left. "Wait. What about Ron?" He didn't answer, so we just left poor Ron on the floor.

The next few weeks went by as quickly as a speeding snail, until Harry Potter's scar had been burning intensely. For some reason, I ran away at the sight of his scar instead of blushing.
Draco came up to me, and asked, "What's wrong? Why can't you stand being anywhere near Potter?" "His scar burning makes me nervous for some reason." "It wouldn't be because you have some weird connection to him, would it?" "No. Of course not."

In Double Potions, I was paired with a Gryffindor named Linsay. She was obsessed with Potter. "This porcupine quill looks like a string of his hair...this potion is boring. I'd rather use Harry's saliva than snake venom..." It was kinda strange, but I got used to it.
When our potion was finished, she asked me, "Why do you hate Harry so much?" "I don't hate him. I just don't like him, because he, in a way, killed my father." "I don't think he meant to." "I'm sure he didn't mean to." "Oh. Who is your father?" "His name is Tom. I don't think you'd be that interested in him." "Ah, I see," she said, before class ended.

I went to the Great Hall for dinner and sat at the Slytherin table. Linsay came by our table with Percy, asking to talk to me, glaring at Draco. "Sure." It felt weird to be being asked by a Gryffindor I barely knew, and the Gryffindor I knew best to be asking me to talk.
"What would you like to talk about?" "Harry Potter." "What about him?" I asked, twitching slightly at the mention of his name. "You know something about him we don't." "No I don't. I barely even know famous Harry Potter himself." Linsay was obviously angered at the spiteful way I mentioned Potter's name. Her face was scarlet with fury, but she stayed silent. Percy spoke for her.
"Just because he's famous, doesn't mean he's a bad person." "Easy for you to say. You're a Gryffindor. I'm a Slytherin. Needless to say, he hates me. He's so prejudiced against us Slytherins." Linsay spoke under her breath spitefully instead of exploding, "Can't blame him, can you?"
Before I could answer, Percy said, "Yes, she can. She's a very respectful girl who was sorted into Slytherin because of her cunningness and ambition. You shouldn't judge people, Linsay." "Sorry," said Linsay. "I think she fancies Harry, myself. They'd make an interesting couple." "Hey I heard that!" said Linsay, blushing.