A/N- I am sorry *I realized I stopped writing frequently, but school got really overbearing and other stuff, so expect a post every other week now, is that cool? EVERY OTHER, OTHER WEEK! Just to make sure everyone saw that.
Chapter 12- A Look Into The Sky
"Harry, Harry." A voice was calling him. Harry turned his head upwards, rolling over a little. The first thing he saw was some purple hair, but as he reached down off of the couch he grabbed his glasses. After putting them on he realized he was looking at Sakyra Riddle.
"Oh, sorry I fell asleep." He said, sitting up. Sakyra moved over to the couch with ease, sitting down,
"Well my muscles are moveable again, but I'd like to be able to move in a full range of motion pretty soon." She said, scooting next to him. Harry scanned the room again, feeling a sharp stab of pain in his chest. It wasn't physical, but it might as well have been. He was currently in Fleur's old room, the room before she died, before he killed her. Sky was talking about something, but Harry wasn't listening, he was staring into t blank void, his mind focused on one thing; Fleur's death. He could still see it in his mind, the sword, the teleportation, the way he hesitated.
"Yeah, so just thanks, for caring when no one else would" Sky had finished. Harry looked up, feeling a little guilty for not listening to the entire thing, but he didn't dwell.
"Listen, let's get out of here, and go to the library or something, Madame Pomfrey will probably want to see you." Harry said, standing up and reaching his hand out for Sky. Sky took it and proceeded to be pulled up by a slightly more cheerful Harry. The two exited out of the door, looking around at the silent corridors.
"We missed dinner." Sky said suddenly, Harry knew he could always go down to the kitchens, so he wasn't that worried about a little food, but he was supposed to listen to some announcement Dumbledore had.
"Let's go to the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey will have a look at you. After you get out I'll take you to get something to eat, I know the chefs." Harry said, leading Sky throughout the narrow hallways and still running into nobody. Harry pushed the doors to the Hospital Wing open, seeing only Madame Pomfrey sitting at a desk with reading glasses on and reading an article in Witch Weekly. She looked up,
"Yes?" She asked, closing her book and sighing. Harry stepped forward and half pulled, half dragged Sky in behind him,
"We were outside in the storm, I'm okay, but I think you should check her out, She may have gotten Hypothermia." Pomfrey looked over at Sky again, muttering something like, 'Another Harry Potter' under her breath as she reached into cabinet pulling out jars. Pomfrey snatched up her wand without looking, and flicked it at the two, putting thermometers in each of their mouths.
"Mmmhs mis more." Sky said with the thermometer in her mouth, making her words turn into nothing more than a gobbled spew of mumbles. Harry looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.
"It's for your temperature, if you have hypothermia, or need medicine, it'll –" She was cut off by Sky's thermometer beeping loudly. Pomfrey smirked and took Sky's out of her mouth, and then took Harry's and threw it away.
"Okay Potter. You can wait until I get her some medicine, then you two can go back to your dorms." Madame Pomfrey said as she pushed Sky down on a bed, laying her back. She then left out of the room, the sound of cabinets opening and closing; could be heard from Harry's position.
"Do you feel okay?" He asked, walking over to her bad and sitting down next to her. Sky nodded, sitting up for a moment before being shot an evil eye by Pomfrey. Sky laid back down and continued her conversation with Harry,
"I feel okay, but I think you should go talk to Dumbledore, you missed the special announcement from dinner." She said. Harry nodded, feeling bad about missing the announcement.
"Okay Sakyra, here." Madame Pomfrey returned and stuffed a spoonful of pink stuff in her mouth; Sky gulped it down and made a face afterwards. Pomfrey sat her up and told the two that they could leave.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"Library?"
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"Okay, so then I says to Maybelle, I says, that's not a cockroach, that's my boyfriend!" Sky finished telling a joke. Harry almost fell off his chair laughing. The library was emptied completely, Sky and Harry were making as much noise as they wanted, granted Pince was still harassing them.
"So back to the school though, where did you go after that?"
"Well, I stayed there until my aunt passed, then I went to an orphanage. After the orphanage Arabella Figg came and adopted me for about a month until I came here, and after I came here I . . . "
"Yeah, I understand what it's like to have the entire school hate you. Everybody hates me half the time. It's okay, most of the kids here will open up once they get to know you."
"Yeah, I hope so. So what's to eat around here?"
"Oh yeah, you missed dinner too, well come with me. I know how to get into the kitchens." Harry stood up and Sky followed him to the doors of the library, looking around in a paranoid manner. Harry didn't look back as he wound the corners, seeking his way through the familiar corridors. It had been a long summer, but finally he was back home, yes Hogwarts was his home forever, and always.
"So how do you where the kitchens are, Arabella said when she was here your parents and some of their friends, including her were the only ones."
"Arabella Figg? Arabella Figg is like seven hundred years old! How did she go to school with my parents?"
"Arabella Figg is only like thirty, I stayed with her for like a month."
"Are you sure Sakyra?"
"Yes, I am, but how do you know?"
"Well I, or that is me, Ron and Hermione know a lot about this school."
"Oh, I know about that. There are books about the chamber of Secrets, most of them by John Johnson. He's a good writer." Sky looked into the air for a moment, dreamy like.
"Another Lockhart." Harry muttered, smiling. It was weird, this year he learned about all the books written about him. Harry They continued down the hallway, void of talk as they made their way to the kitchens. Harry tickled the Pear and opened the handle that connected to the door and opened the door, nearly immediately being hit in the lower waist by something. Without looking down Harry spoke,
"Hello Dobby." A small house elf hobbled around Harry and Sky.
"Hello Harry Potter sir! Can Dobby help you with anything sir?" Harry looked at Sky for a moment; he almost forgot why they had come.
"Yes, I want to know if I can get two dinner plates, we missed dinner and such." Dobby looked at Harry with a shocked expression. He stared up at him until Harry nodded his head.
"Mister Harry Potter sir didn't hear Dumbledore's announcement?"
"No, what was it? Harry looked at Sky who was starting to get worried, what if it had been important?
"Mister Harry Potter sir, and mistress, you should not miss Dumbledore's announcements." Dobby said, eyeing them somewhat weirdly. Harry didn't know how to gauge this reaction, so he didn't. In mere second, several houses elves ran up to the two, holding two plates . . . no platters of food, and separate goblets of pumpkin juice. Harry smiled and muttered thank you to Dobby before the two departed back to Sky's room. The walk was rather uneventful, Harry hadn't seen his friends since he ran away from them, telling them he needed to send a letter.
"Harry . . ."
"Sakyra . . . " They both started at the same time. Neither looked at the other, purposely avoiding eye contact as they both walked in silence, ignoring the previous declaration of names. Harry glanced around the corridor he was in, or rather down it. A little way down the corridor was Sakyra's room, and he would either go in there with her, or go back to Gryffindor common room. Somewhere amidst his thoughts Sakyra found her voice again,
"Harry . . . I've been meaning to talk to you, kinda. I really want to thank you, for helping me tonight. I really might've let something happen to myself. I really do thank you, for everything, but you should be getting back to your friends."
Harry had not been expecting this. He really didn't know if he wanted to stay with her, but he felt like she was dumping him, after all he did for her! The nerve of some people was relentless! Harry started to tell her off,
"What do you mean-" Midway he had a revelation, and changed his direction though, "I mean, why do you say that, I thought we were having a good time?" He asked. Sky looked at his eyes, forgetting the fact that he had a face at all.
"I think we did too, but what would your friends say if they saw us together, or anyone for that matter? I just don't want to cause you any unnecessary exile." So that was her game? She didn't want anything bad to happen to Harry, backlash for her parent.
"Well, if you're telling me to leave I will, but I'd rather stay with you." He croaked; his throat had restricted halfway through the sentence. Sakyra smiled and opened the door to the room. Both set their trays down on the living area table and sat down. They sat in silence for a few moments, which turned into minutes, which turned into midnight before either talked. Both trays of food had been devoured, but neither had actually said a word, they were just staring around . . . and at each other when the other wasn't looking.
"Why don't you hate me?" She asked suddenly. Harry looked up,
"Huh?"
"Why don't you hate me?" She asked again, this time with a little force, "Why are you being nice to me, especially you of all people. My father is your enemy, he is your demise; he is the reason you are in the situation you're in! How can you be gentle to a person like me, how can you stop yourself from killing me?" She ranted the questions and statements as her eyes watered,
"Sakyra . . . "
"Call me Sky."
"Sky, look at it from this perspective, I didn't know you existed before September 1st, and you certainly haven't tried to kill me or shown the least bit of malice toward me. I mean, I should be wary of you because you're a stranger, and even doubly so because of your heritage, but I trust you. I . . . I. I'm really sorry about not doing anything when Parvati. . "
"I understand, I mean I kinda wanna . . .. I'm trailing off here, could you just let that slide?"
"Of course. I don't hate you though, and you should stop allowing other people to."
"Well, I've hid my heritage so long, I went to a non-magic school and was taught magic at home, and my aunt told me who my father was when I was young. I think she wanted me to be afraid of him so I wouldn't turn out bad or anything. Since I was little I haven't had many friends. In Grammar school I would accidentally do things to people. I am clumsy."
"I used to do that too, before I knew I was a wizard."
"You didn't always know you were a wizard?" She sounded amazed. Harry nodded,
"No, I found out when I was eleven, I had already been alienated as the weird kid by then anyways though."
"Yea, I know how it feels to be the weird kid. I have purple hair for Pete's sake. I do remember I had some friends, but not a lot. Then . . . I'm not boring you to death am I?"
"No, not at all, I just wanna ask you about something."
"Huh?"
"Earlier you said that you lived with Arabella Figg right?" He was trying to wrap his mind around the strange things in his life that involved this woman. Sky nodded to him slowly, unable to comprehend where he was going, "And you said she was as old as my parents, but the Arabella Figg I know would have been old enough to be one of my grandparents."
"So you think the Arabella I know is a junior?"
"Do women have titles like junior, and 'the third'?" Harry asked; it was something he never really understood. Sakyra shook her head,
"I don't know. Harry, I just-"
"Don't say thank you again, I've heard it enough, it was my fault I let Parvati jinx you anyway. I really should have paid more attention and I might have been able to stop her, it's just I was confused about this Rainbow Dimension thing that- you were there too weren't you?"
'Yes, I thought it was just a dream though. What was it?"
"I don't know, but Voldemort said something about blood. It was right before I was hexed." Sky replayed the events in her head, about blood and common bond. She replayed her realization last year; that Harry had been in the place too, the place where he father had been.
"Do you remember last year, dreaming about weird things, about Voldemort trying to brainwash a lot of children?" She asked him. Harry nodded in realization,
"Yes, and I saw you, you were the only one who knew I was a wizard, but when I tried to talk you ran. I have to tell Ron and Hermione!" he said, jumping up and grabbing Sakyra's hand. He pulled her as far as the door before she stopped him,
"What will they say? I can't just barge up to Gryffindor Tower with you!" She spoke her words meekly; Harry had a huge smile of realization upon his face though. He didn't care.
"Of course you can, nobody is going to care, I'll tell them you're okay!" he said, grabbing her arm again and yanking her down the hallways to Gryffindor Tower.
They came upon the portrait of the Fat Lady and Harry stopped in front of it, calling the password out to it. ("Hecate!") He stepped in, as it swung open to find the two Weasley's, and the entire Gryffindor fifth year waiting up for him. Hermione ran for him the second her stepped through.
"Harry, where have you been, we've looked all over!"
"Yeah, we thought that monster had done something to you!" Parvati called out, walking up with Dean and Ron. The two didn't say anything, but nodded compliantly. Harry stopped and turned around, only to see a robe dash out of the way. He jumped form Hermione's grip and ran out of the door, looking down the hallway to see where Sky had gone, obviously she heard them refer to her as a monster.
"I'm fine guys thanks, Ron, Hermione, meet me at Fleur's room if you want!" He said quickly and ran away, leaving the rest of the common room confused.
A/N- It's been a while since I've writing, I'm sorry I just had a major block. The fifth book was excellent; I liked it and hated it both at the same time. Sakyra is a nice character, and I hope you see her flaw. I don't like Mary Sues, so I like to make my characters have flaws, like normal people, anyways, Sky lets people walk over her, and is more content with others being happy than herself, but loses that the moment somebody threatens her family, and we all know who her family is. She's nice now, but will Voldemort corrupt her?