A/N- Okay, Straight Sky chapter last time, I liked it, though it seemed mechanically at times, I'm working on it. So now this is A Harry Potter Chapter, but I want to have a small Sky section. Because not everyone reads these, Sky wakes up in the hospital wing and some things happen, I'm working on the outline, but I have no idea what is to happen during the Harry/Cronus fight, all I can think of is later on when . . . almost gave too much away. Interested?
Chapter 11- Rainy Days
Harry walked into Potions class early, followed by Ron and Hermione.
"Do you think-" Hermione started, but Harry cut her off,
"No." He walked over to the front of the room and sat down, not even Snape had entered the classroom yet. Hermione and Ron sat down, though she was a little irritated,
"You didn't even know what I was about to ask!"
"Yes I did, and I think walking away was the best, why should I help her?" He snapped. Hermione jumped back,
"What makes you think I'm talking about her, or is that just all you're thinking about Harry!" Hermione stood up and walked away. Ron looked between the two,
"Honestly Harry, you really should refrain from getting into arguments with her, I already do it enough for the both of us." Ron smiled. Harry didn't move a muscle on his face, but he turned his head away from Ron, staring forward.
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Harry couldn't think of anything else other than Sky, the weird dream, no the Rainbow Dimension earlier. She seemed afraid, just as afraid of Voldemort as everyone else, but was it a ploy. She had to be his daughter of course, but was she a spy, did Dumbledore know? Harry poured the rest of his Arabian Leeches into his flying potion, making it turned a vivid purple color.
"Purple." He muttered aloud. He had seen the color purple as a motif over the last two days, purple hair, purple eyes; purple this and that. He was beginning not to like the color purple for all the stress it caused.
BOOM! A loud crackle came from outside. The storm that had been brewing up was coming to a painful head, probably directly over Hogwarts. Snape crossed the room from the Slytherins area over to the Gryffindors, moving up and down the rows.
"I see Mr. Potter is working quite alone today, what's wrong, trouble in paradise?" He bent over Harry. Snape's tone was a little mocking before another crash hit the castle walls; shaking a little. The class gave a collective gasp, or most of them did. Harry sat still, his mind almost out of it. He felt he needed to tell Sirius; he seriously needed to tell Sirius.
"Excuse me!" A voice came form the doorway, a small boy; probably a third year was at the back of the classroom. Snape swooped to the back in a quick manner,
"Yes? Is there a reason you're halting my class?" Snape asked, probably scaring the kid. The child mumbled,
"The headmaster said that a bad storm is brewing and that classes should end immediately and that everyone should report to the Great Hall at dinner for an announcement." The boy turned tail as soon as possible; Snape scared him obviously.
"Apparently, your headmaster believes you get a break due to weather, but I expect you all back here tomorrow and I expect the potion done in half the time. Now go!" Snape seemed a little more vindictive since he came back form the summer, something must have happened over the summer, something terrible.
Harry got up and walked out of the classroom, finally noticing he was the last to do so. Outside Hermione and Ron were waiting for him.
"Harry," Hermione started, but he started to turn away, "Why are you acting like that, what happened in History of Magic?" She asked. Harry stopped; he really shouldn't be mad at his friends, he had no right to be.
"I'm sorry guys, I'm just in a bad mood. Remember those big dreams I had last year?" The two nodded, they had remembered his dreams about the Muggles. "Well, today I went to the same place and Sakyra Riddle was there, and Voldemort was against her too. I think she is trying to overthrow him or something, because he wants her on his side or he'll kill her. At least that's what I got out of the conversation." Harry stood still,
"You should write to Sirius. We'll meet you late, it's getting late." Ron said. He told Harry they'd meet him in the common room. Harry walked up the long stairways to the owlery; he needed to get there before it would be too bad for Hedwig to fly off. Harry climbed another set of stairs, hearing a voice off to the side of the hallway. It was two girls talking.
"Do you think he hates me, from last year, why would he hate me?" He immediately recognized it as Gabrielle's voice. Then he turned the corner, looking at her. She was talking to Ginny Weasley,
"He doesn't hate you, I think he just hasn't had time to adjust since your sister's death. I think he truly loved her." Harry backed away; he didn't think how his avoiding her had affected Gabrielle. Maybe she felt neglected; he had to help her out. He couldn't do anything right now, but he owed it to her.
Harry continued to the owlery, seeing Mrs. Norris a little ways down the hallway, but running into no humans. He opened the door to the owlery and was immediately thrown backwards by a gust of wind. He grabbed on to one of the stands on the wall and held himself there, the owlery had no windows at all, and everything was blowing around.
"Damn!" He muttered as part of a spade came at him, cutting him across the cheek. He let go of the rail and stumbled back.
"Sandais!" He pointed at the empty spaces and suddenly glass appeared, making makeshift windows for the moment. He up-righted a small chair and desk that was kept in the owlery and began to scribble a quick letter to Sirius on it, telling him about the Rainbow Dimension, and Sakyra.
"Hedwig!" He called as his snowy owl came flying down to meet him. He held his hand out and she poked it a little bit.
"Could you get this to Sirius before the storm gets too bad?" He pleaded, tying the paper to her leg. He undid the spell and Hedwig flew out of the window.
When Hedwig first exited, the wind seemed to take her by surprise, immediately knocking her down. Harry ran to the window, throwing his head over the edge. Hedwig flew back up and gave a small 'coo' to show that she was all right. Suddenly, lightning flashed again, shaking the castle walls. He turned to walk away when he saw something, or someone. He looked out the window again, watching the rain-soaked ground get battered by more rain. Sakyra was sitting out there, her legs held against her chest and she was just staring out. Staring into the woods.
"She's probably plotting something." Harry mumbled, not caring. He didn't care about her, for all he cared she could die right now! But then why was he using the word 'care' so much? He turned around, facing the door but still not moving. He was trying to convince himself he didn't care if she was out there. It wasn't working.
BOOM! Another flash of lightning struck. Harry spun around quickly, watching a surge of electricity knock up the ground next to Sakyra. She didn't move at all, all she did was sit there. Lightning just nearly killed her and all she did was stay there.
"Whoa!" Harry cried out, dashing out of the room before he could help himself. He jumped down the flights of stairs, trying to find the closest exit. He went down to the first floor in about 1 minute, probably a Hogwarts record, finding a door he thrust it open.
"Hey! Hey, get up!" He called out to her, the darkness scared the living daylights out of him, but she was just sitting there, what if she had died, what if that's why she was sitting still? Harry ran over to her, sliding on the ground and stopping by her.
"Sakyra!
Sakyra!"
He called, shaking her. She turned her head toward him; good she wasn't dead!
"Just leave me alone, I'm leaving, I'll go, just please don't hurt me!" She said, but the octaves in her voice had left. She was monotonous in her words.
"I don't want to hurt you, just get inside, it's dangerous out here."
"Why should I, everyone wants me dead, I might as well die!" She screamed in his face. Harry backed up a little, but was just as persistent,
"Regardless of what everyone thinks they want, I don't want you dead, so hurry up, or did you not see a big ball of electricity make that hole in the ground a few meters away?" He tried to pull he up by her arm, but she dragged back down. Her demeanor was a little moping actually.
"Stop! Stop trying to help me; you're just trying to torture me or something worse! You hate me!" She broke away from his grip as she had done to Malfoy. Harry grabbed her again,
"Please, just please come in. Don't sit here and do this to yourself. You're soaking wet, you'll die of pneumonia if you don't hurry up and get inside." His voice had softened; he couldn't let anyone else die. So many had died because of him, so many had perished.
The two sat in silence until another flash of lightning hit, Harry was now terrified, though Sky didn't seem bothered by it. Finally, as if she was debating it all along in her head she turned to him,
"Okay." She tried to stand up, but fell back to the ground with a thud. Harry bent down, lifting her up and placing her arm around his shoulder. The two walked into the castle before resting against a wall.
"Why can't you walk?" He asked. She had not moved since they entered. Sky took a deep breath,
"It even hurts to talk, Parvati hit me with a muscle relaxant spell, it would've killed me if my heart had stopped, but all it did was impair my muscles. Madame Pofrey,"
"Pomfrey."
"Yes, her, she told me to rest in my room, but I . . . I think I'm ready to go upstairs." She turned and tried to walk away, but fell to her knees, bracing her fall with her arms. Harry picked her back up, lifting her to the second floor and taking her directions to get to her room. Harry followed them without thinking, finally stopping at a portrait of all the gods on mount Olympus.
"Zeus!" She called out; Sky's voice was still a little raspy. Harry took her inside the room and to the bedroom, where her trunk was out on the floor and her clothes were scattered.
"I'm messy, sorry." She said, adding a small chuckle at the end. Harry smiled as he sat her down on the bed.
"You need to get out of those wet clothes, you'll die of pneumonia. He pointed his wand at her, but she stopped him,
"It won't work, my clothes are magic proofed." She said. Harry put his wand down, trying to think of another way. Sky couldn't move herself, her arms were practically hanging limp, but if she didn't get those clothes of soon she'd die. She was already shaking and Harry guessed she had hypothermia.
"Take my clothes off." She said. Harry back away, a little shocked, no scratch that a LOT shocked. Sky had just told him to strip her, it's not that her didn't want to strip her, she was a cute girl, but it just wasn't right.
"What?"
"I can't do it, my trunk has tons of clothes, just help me take mine's off." She asked. She tried to lift her shirt up, but couldn't. Harry walked over to her, sitting down on the bed next to her. She turned so that she was facing the wall, and he squinted his eyes as he pulled her shirt up over her head. Harry threw it out of the way, and grabbed another one form the trunk,
"You're going to have to take off my bra too, it's soaking wet." She said. Harry choked a little, but didn't argue. Slowly he trailed his hands down Sakyra's back, finding the latch that strapped it together. He unlatched it and the bra fell to the ground, but not before Harry closed his eyes tight. He reached around in the trunk for anything with cups, and when he found it he handed it to Sakyra. She must of put it on, or got it around her breasts somehow, but Harry snapped it and then he turned back. He started to get up, but stopped after looking at her.
"What?"
"Your pants. They need to come off too." He said, a little frightened while saying it. Sky curled up, pulling away form Harry,
"I know, but how? I can barely move my legs; you'd have to do that for me. Do you mind?" She asked. Harry shook his head and sat down again. He pulled Sakyra's legs out, stretching them across the bed. Slowly he pulled off her shoes, placing them on the floor; then he moved to her waist. Harry grabbed her pants at their hem, inching them down her waist. He felt her skin as he pulled them down, it was so soft, but he wasn't trying to think about that. Once they were about halfway down Harry pulled her pants off from the bottom, discarding them also. Sakyra had been soaking wet underneath.
"I think I don't have magic wards on my underwear, so you won't get to change those." She joked, or tried. He voice was wobbly. Harry tried to laugh too, but the thought had actually been scaring him. He helped her put back on another pair of pants, but this time she helped a little more, luckily she was getting her muscle strength back.
Harry told Sakyra he'd let her rest and walked out into the main room again. He finally recognized it though; it was Fleur's old room. He stumbled to the couch and dropped down, drifting off to sleep in the middle of the day. He was dead tired.
A/N- that was weird, Harry undressing Sky, but it's not like they're dating, so I hope everyone understands that. Good, good. BYE!