ATTN gentle readers:

There'll be some IMPLIED stuff in here, SO, if u dun support of sex before marriage or teens sleeping over each other's houses, skip
this chap and wait for tomorrow's edition, as usual.

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- Management

Harry honestly had no clue where he was to go now, any lower and he'd risk a Muggle or ten seeing him. There was always the Burrow, but Mrs.Weasley would most likely pitch a fit and send him right back. And he CERTAINLY wasn't going to seek refuge at The Dursleys. So, letting his heart guide him as opposed to his mind, he flew within the clouds, ducking and jerking his broom this way and that among the lightning bolts.

A number suddenly popped into his head, and not the number you'd expect either. A strange address he'd never visited before. An address he'd only memorized a million times each night since Hermione broke up with him. And before he knew it, he was standing on the second floor walkway of Terrace Garden Flats. He walked along the open hallway, feeling the rain continue to thrash against him, until he reached Number Five. Gathering all his courage, he cleared his throat and knocked. The person who greeted him looked both shocked but pleased.

"Oliver?"

Harry smiled weakly as the girl opened the door wider to see more properly. She immediately smiled in return and threw open the door, ushering him in quickly.

"Gah! Were you out in THAT!? What were you thinking? Are you ok? Cold? Want some tea? How about some rum, that usually warms me up right," Cienna Parker rambled on tugging Harry, or rather Oliver, inside and shut the door with her foot.

"N-no. I'm f-f-f-fine," Harry stuttered through chattering teeth.

"Like HELL you're fine, you're shivering worse than a scared Chihuahua," Cienna replied, whisking herself out the room and out of sight.

Harry stood in the plain entryway, finding it pleasant despite its simple decor of a small table, mirror and St. Nick hanging from the coat-closet handle. He crept in further, peeking round the corner. The entryway opened up into the little living room which contained a shabby beige couch with its matching loveseat, a dark Cherrywood coffee table, a big television on a matching Cherrywood stand, and a side table crowned with a fruitful looking ivy. Harry smiled more to himself and stepped in farther.

He could see to his left the doorway leading to the kitchen. From his spot near the entryway, he could still tell the kitchen was very small and very white. White tiles, white cupboards, white refrigerator, white appliances. Looking to his right he could see the tiniest of tiny hallways, containing only three doors. One was opened and showed the dark bathroom, another contained a mumbling Cienna rummaging through towels and blankets and linens. The third, undoubtedly, was Cienna's bedroom.

Harry blushed as Cienna popped out and caught him staring at her closed bedroom door.

"Yeah, that's my room. I'll give you the tour soon as you dry up a bit. You're dripping like a little rain cloud all over my wood floor," Cienna said with a smile.

Harry blushed further, but Cienna took no notice of this since most of his face was red with cold. She came forward and began peeling his layers of clothing from him. He barely realized when she had finished draping his wet things on a chair besides them that she showed no sign of surprise at seeing long robes and a cloak. He frowned at this.

"What's wrong? Oh, well, that was a silly question. Here, go into the bathroom and change into these. They should be big enough for you," She said with the same warm smile, handing him a pile of clothes.

Harry nodded and took them, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. He pulled off his soaked shirt and pushed down his equally soaked pants. Even his boxers were wet. Looking over at the pile of clothes she gave him, he noticed a pair of fresh blue boxers atop the heap.

After changing into the slightly big but pleasantly dry clothing, he stepped out and saw Cienna waiting just outside the door.

She immediately took his wet things from him and added them to the lot draping on the chair.

"Would you like some tea? Or, perhaps, hot butterbeer?"

"Butterbeer sounds wonderful about now," He replied, following her across the living room.

"Ok, well, make yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll bring it out to you. I suspect you don't need me to tell you how to work the tele?"

Harry smiled and shook his head, making his way over to the couch. It looked even more worn and second hand than it did from the hallway, but it was more than comfortable. The cushions let his body sink into it perfectly, cradling his sore, stiff muscles like puffs of clouds. Not a moment after he settled in then Cienna brought out a huge mug and handed it to him. She perched herself on the loveseat and watched him enjoy the steaming drink.

"Good?" She asked.

Harry grunted something close to agreement mid gulp.

"Now, you want to tell me something please? And I hope I don't sound too forward," She began, tucking her legs to the side.

Harry licked his lips and placed the mug atop his thigh, feeling its warmth immediately seep into his skin.

" Can you start by telling me what you're doing here?" She inquired.

Harry shifted, "Well...um...its...its still quite oblivious to me. I didn't really plan on ending up here..."

Cienna smiled once more," I can tell that's the truth. Now. Mind telling me how you got here?"

Harry felt his stomach twist into knots. He had managed to sneak his broom inside her coat closet before she saw. He could always lie," Um, drove."

Cienna narrowed her honey eyes making Harry instantly feel a chill rush up his spine," Are you sure?"

Harry nodded.

"I don't believe that. Now, tell me the truth," She demanded.

Harry shifted again, looking away from her entrancing eyes, "Y-you wouldn't believe me if I told you.."

Harry heard her stir, which plainly told him she was waiting for his explanation." Well...I..I came here on...a...well...on a...broom."

Harry cringed at the silence, far too scared to look up. But when he finally mustered the courage to raise his eyes, the response he got was nothing he expected. She was smiling.

"Well, now that's more like it," She replied beaming.

"But...I. You...Did you hear me?" Harry stammered, completely confused.

"Yes, I did. A broom. What model might I ask?"

"Er, Firebolt," He answered ,quite taken aback.

"No! " She exclaimed, eyes widening." You're pulling my leg!"

Harry shook his head," No...A Firebolt."

"Well! That IS something," Cienna said to herself.

"Um, may I ask something in return?"

"Of course."

Harry licked his lips, still tasting the sweet butterbeer on them," How did you know I was lying? I mean, how did you know about the broom? I could've been lying there as well."

Cienna smirked," Your cloak gave you away."

Harry frowned," My cloak?"

Cienna nodded and crossed her legs Indian style. Harry barely noticed what she had on now. She was wearing pink pants that looked they were made of towels and a plain white tank top with a small pink girl right on the curve of her ...Harry quickly looked up at her eyes.

"Yes, your cloak. I only know of one kind of person who wears cloaks like that," She replied.

Harry could feel his stomach doing flips by now," And who's that?"

"Why, wizards of course," She answered as-a-matter-of-factly.

Harry grinned. She couldn't have been any more perfect than if she was a Firebolt herself and gold coins shot out of her." You knew I was a wizard by my cloak?"

She smirked," Yes, of course. I also saw it had the Hogwarts crest on it, so I know you're DEFINTELY a wizard. No doubt about that...Also, only wizards know what butterbeer is."

Harry blushed. He couldn't believe he didn't catch that.

"Now, as far as why you're here, you don't need to tell me. Only a person in a great situation would travel in these conditions. So, don't fear," She said standing up." You need not tell me a thing unless it moves you."

Harry smiled gratefully, feeling the butterbeer start to kick in. His body was completely exhausted and his eyes were stinging painfully with sleep. The last thing Harry recalled before his eyes gave in was Cienna pulling blankets over him and the softest kiss he had ever received.

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Harry felt himself slowly start to awaken. Most of him didn't want to. He wanted to believe his dream was real and he wouldn't wake up to stony walls and snores from three boys. Knowing he couldn't very well deny it, he lifted his eyelids and had to immediately shut them again. Sunlight was streaming its way in from a curtained-window. Wait, curtains?

Harry sat up on his elbow and quickly looked round the room. It was clearly not his dormitory. He was lying on a bed, much like his, but with thick dark green downy covers and a mattress that you sank in. In the corner sat an antique chair with the same dark green cushions. Besides it was a dark Cherrywood antique desk. Poised ontop was what looked like a box, but was covered up by a piece of white silk. Cluttered on it were various old books, parchments, quills and there, clear as day, was a light brown wand.

Harry had to sit up all the way to check if he indeed saw what he did. But yes, no doubt about it. It was a wand. Cienna was a witch.

He looked to the other side of the room, seeing the door to the hallway closed but the door directly next to it was open, giving him a clear view of her closet which contained long cloaks and dresses, as well as Muggle clothes. She must be half and half.

"Ah, I see our guest has awakened."

Harry looked over and saw Cienna leaning in the doorway, wearing her same grin, and carrying a mug with steam rising from it. She crossed the room and climbed onto the bed to sit besides him. Reaching up, she gently held the back of her hand to his forehead.

"Mmm, no fever. I guess you got lucky."

He smiled," I just had a great nurse."

Cienna blushed.

Harry sighed and leaned forward to smooth out some wrinkles on the covers, though it was useless," Um, Cienna? I..I kind of have something to tell you...Its about who I really a-"

Harry had to abruptly stop since, without warning, something blonde had obscured his vision and was now in the middle of it, making his face VERY wet.

"MAX! Max, you stupid thing, get off! Now! Get off him you big idiot!"

Harry looked around bewildered as Cienna disappeared below the bed. He crawled over ,wiping his face dry on his sleeve, and saw her wrestling with a mound of fur that was resisting her quite a bit. Without warning, the fur broke free of her and bounded on him once more. This time Harry was ready and had managed to get a decent grip on whatever the thing was before it managed to drench his face once more. He smiled surprised at what it was," A DOG!"

"Yes, that's my dog, Max," Cienna sighed exasperatedly." Stupid mutt."

Harry laughed as Max struggled against him, excitedly trying to lick his face. With the help of Cienna, Max was finally pried off of Harry and settled onto the foot of the bed.
"Friendly, isn't he?" Harry asked with a chuckle.Ever since he was a little kid, he'd wanted a dog. Not the big, ugly brutes his Aunt Marge had, but furry, friendly things like Max.

"Oh GOD, he's impossible! Keeps on pouncing every guest I have. You're the first he hasn't plain mauled from kisses," Cienna replied, looking quite cross with Max.

Max instinctively took the hint and crawled guilty towards her, head hung down, tail between legs and pathetically whimpering. Cienna grabbed his ears gently and looked him straight in the eye," You silly thing ,you. Go apologize."

Max leaned over and licked Harry's cheek softly and laid his head on Harry's lap. Harry stared down at the dog in astonishment." Well trained much?"

"Nah, just when it comes to apologizing. I'll tell you one thing, its only in ANIMALS will you find a male who's willing to get down on all fours, kiss and make up."

Harry laughed and scratched Max behind his floppy ears. The dog happily wagged his tail in approval, starting to kick his leg as Harry worked his scratching down his neck. Harry couldn't help but grin.

"So simple an act as to gain pure bliss, "Cienna whispered.

Harry looked up and saw that she was looking straight at him.

"You were saying?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Um, well...Don't get mad ,ok?" Harry said, slowing his pace on Max's neck.

"Tell me and then I'll decide whether to get mad or not," She replied simply.

Harry gulped and slumped slightly, "Ok, well...I..I sort of...lied.."

"About?"

"About who I was.."

"I doubt that."

Harry frowned," Why ?"

"Because, its obvious you are who you really are or you wouldn't have found Max's favorite scratch spot so easily."

This furthered Harry's frown. "Huh?"

"See...I'm sort of a paranoid person, long story...But anyways. I placed a charm on Max, so that whoever touched him would show their true colors in the simplest form. A true person would find his scratch-spot quite easily, on the first or second try. A person who was of dark intentions would scratch him so wrongly, Max would grow agitated and chase them off, saving me the trouble of hexing them. Simple spell, but ingenious results."

Harry rose his eyebrows.

"So, you see, you are who you are, Max does not lie. He's practically falling asleep beneath your fingers."

Harry looked down and, sure enough, Max's eyes were drooping with sleep, his face in a contented sort of state. Harry looked back to Cienna, "OK, well...I..I didn't really mean it that way...I lied about my name."

"Oh, well, that's a whole different story. But go on. What is your true identity?"

Harry licked his lips, knowing the reaction that was seconds away from occurring," My name's Harry...Harry Potter."

Like clockwork, Cienna's eyes widened and her pouty lips parted in speechlessness. But what Harry DIDN'T expect was the next moment later, Cienna was wrapping him in a tight hug.

"I can't believe it! I just simply can't believe it! THE Harry Potter!" Cienna pulled away and gazed at his face," I should've known it was you."

Harry, who had never quite gotten used to introducing himself, was of course, blushing.

"Well, then! That surely explains a lot, except that...Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Cienna questioned with a frown.

For some reason, Harry found himself hating himself for making her frown. "Well, yes...technically."

"Why did you leave?"

Harry just stared at her frowning features, finding her even more gorgeous with all her serious concern and dangling hair. "I-I needed to get away..."

Cienna sighed," I know how that feels..."

"How so?"

Cienna shook her head," Guests first. Go on."

Harry sighed and began telling her of his dreams and the night before. How he lost all control and somehow found himself flying through the pouring rain and onto her doorstep. How he had no idea why he broke down or what behooved him to come to her. After finishing, Cienna was sitting quietly infront of him, absentmindedly stroking Max's soft fur.

" There's always a reason to why things happen. It just doesn't occur to us until its too late," She replied.

"Well, either way, I'm here now...So, go ahead and tell me your story," Harry said.

Cienna suddenly smiled softly and moved. She had laid down onto her stomach and Max had shifted to Harry's other side, nudging eagerly at his hand to resume scratching him, which Harry complied to do.

"Well, for starters, I guess I should say that I'm a witch. My Mum and Dad were Muggles, so, you can only imagine what their reaction was to finding out I was accepted to Hogwarts," Cienna began.

"You attended Hogwarts?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Well, of course. Where else did you expect me to go?"

Harry admitted this was an acceptable answer. Hogwarts was the best wizarding school in all of Britain, it only made sense Cienna would attend." Do you mind me asking when you graduated?"

"Course not. I graduated just about two years ago."

"So, that would make you...nineteen?"

"Next month, yes. May thirty-first," Cienna replied grinning.

Harry rose his eyebrows.

"So, how old are you?"

Harry couldn't help but blush, "Um...sixteen..."

"Oh ,that's nothing to be ashamed of. You're of age. Makes you an adult," Cienna said, comforting his insecurity of being younger than her." And if its anything, you could've fooled me. I actually thought you were much older."

Harry grinned sheepishly, "Um, thanks...well, continue your story."

"Ah, yes...well...My life hasn't been a peach, but I managed to get by...You see, this one day when I was around three years old, my Mum took me to London to go shopping. It was a lovely day because I had gotten my very first taste of coffee that day and spent it all with my mother. Anyways, my Mum took me into this little toy store and we spent quite awhile browsing through all the windups and clowns and marbles and jacks and dolls. I saw this particular doll I had wanted for so long, but both my Mum and Dad said we could never afford it, so, I contented myself in just watching it from its perfect little box. Well, I had been so busy looking, I completely lost sight of my Mum. I went searching for her and had barely reached the front door when there was a terribly loud crash and it sounded as if the buildings were crumbling down. I screamed and some woman covered me up in her arms. Everyone was screaming then, everyone. I had managed to scramble out from the woman's grasp and dashed outside. There in the middle of the road, was this monstrous crack. So deep and huge I didn't think it could've been made by any person alive. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something flicker. I turned quickly enough to see some short, tubby man shrink down into his robes and disappear. Naturally, I was scared out of my mind and didn't know what I had just seen, but as soon as the man disappeared, another man came into view...By now, I'm sure we all know who those two men were."

Harry could hardly believe his ears." Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew."

" Yep...But then, I didn't know. Next thing I remembered was that my Mum was still lost, so I went to turn and saw the most horrific sight any three year old has to see...It was my Mum lying on the ground, not moving. The coat she had worn that day was torn, her dress was all rumpled...and her hair, that had been in perfect curls, were scattered and messy. I sat by her until the medics came.. When they lifted her up, a parcel came tumbling out of her grasp. Only until after the funeral did I open it..." At this, Cienna solemnly stood up and walked over to the desk. She reached up and gently took hold of a corner of the white silk, tugging it off. It revealed a beautiful little porcelain doll dressed in a ,what used to be, white silk dress with frills along the edges of the puffy sleeves and bottom hem. Her perfect curls were flaming red as they tumbled over her shoulders, and she smiled an innocent sort of smile. Her eyes were of the bluest blue and her tiny feet were poised in ballet slippers.

When Harry shifted his eyes from the beautiful doll to Cienna, his heart clenched. There were tears slowly trickling down her sleek cheeks as she gazed painfully at the doll.

"She had bought it for me before she was killed..." Cienna choked out. She quickly covered the case and walked back over to the bed, holding herself tightly.

Harry reached over and pulled her into his arms. He felt both extremely sad and sickeningly happy at the feel of comforting her slender body in his own. She just melded into him so perfectly, it was difficult not to notice it.

Cienna clutched at his sleeve and buried her face in his shoulder, letting herself cry it all out. Honestly, she had no idea why she revealed so much to him. She'd never told anyone about her mother, so why was she divulging intimate details to a complete stranger?

Perhaps it was just because he was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived .Oh please, Cienna said to herself. You know very well that's not true. So just stop and admit you feel something for this guy.

Cienna slowly pulled away and looked at him. His blazing green eyes were so bright and sincere, it ached to see the pure sympathy in them. She had never felt less insecure than when she was reflected in those eyes. But that was insane, wasn't it? She'd only known him for two days.

"Continue with your story," Harry mumbled.

"Well....My dad had to raise me since then and money was even tighter...So, when I got my letter, we didn't think we could afford it, but I talked to Dumbledore and we made arrangements," Cienna went on, calming herself slowly.

"That sounds just like Dumbledore," Harry replied with a soft smile.

"Yeah, he's always been so gracious, I could never thank him enough..."

"So, what happened after you graduated?" Harry asked, knowing she wanted to get away from the subject of her mother.

"Well, I got a job at the Obliviator Headquarters, and then started a little part time job at a cafe in Hogsmeade for some extra pocket money."

"Obliviator Headquarters?" Harry asked . It sounded familiar, though he couldn't really pin it down.

"Oh, its in the Ministry of Magic. We're a group of witches and wizards who go around modifying memories, usually of Muggles when they see too much." Cienna answered with a rather proud look on her face.

Harry grinned," Oh! Well that must be interesting work. Were you at the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Just as a spectator. I was starting my final year at Hogwarts when the World Cup came. But I got to watch them work before and after the game. It was wonderful."

"That was 2 years ago. Well, then, you would've been going to school with me for some time," Harry remarked , astonished.

"Well, yes. I remember when you first came to Hogwarts. Cute little thing you were. I honestly don't know what happened," Cienna said with a smirk.

"Hey!" Harry laughed and pounced Cienna, immediately getting her exposed sides and tummy and tickling them. She squealed and squirmed all over the covers, giggling like mad.

It was awhile before they calmed back down, both breathless from laughing and wriggling.

"Well, anyways. I watched each game you were in on the house teams. I never really did get a good look at you though. It was always from far away...Quidditch games, meals in the Great Hall, and then that whole horrid thing with the Triwizard Tournament. I felt so sorry for you when everyone kept taunting you for being a Champion." Cienna went on.

"You did? Wait, what house were you in?" Harry inquired.

"Oh, Ravenclaw. I had scolded all my friends for being mean to you. And I don't know how many of those ridiculous buttons I had vanished. 'Support Cedric Diggory', PSHAW! I never liked him all that much. He seemed a bit thick and far too aware of his good looks...Shame he died, though..."

Harry smiled in spite of himself," Thought every girl liked Cedric. He was quite handsome if I remember correctly."

"Yes, well, a person's heart makes them truly beautiful, not a cute nose or nice hair."

"That's a nice philosophy," Harry commented.

" Thank you. Anyways, you must be starving, would you like me to fix you something?" Cienna asked as she rose from the bed.

"Something simple will be just fine," Harry answered, following her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

"Simple, eh? Simple for the famous Harry Potter? I should think not," Cienna said indignantly, but with a smirk.

Harry leaned back against the counter and watched her bring out eggs, milk, bread, butter and bacon. Soon, the stove held pans that were sizzling and popping with cooking food. The smell wafted into Harry's nose and made his stomach grumble loudly.

Cienna giggled," Hungry much?"

Harry blushed," Yes, actually. Other than that butterbeer last night, I haven't eaten since day before last."

Soon enough, Harry was seated at the table, helping himself to mounds of fluffy eggs, crisp bacon, sweet French toast and a freshly made strawberry and guava smoothie. He finished more than he could eat and felt his stomach filled to bursting. He sighed and slumped back with a contented warm feeling.

"All done?" Cienna asked, sipping her coffee.

"I couldn't eat another bite. You're cooking is FABULOUS."

Cienna smiled," Yes, well, lots of practice paid off. Besides, while I was at school, i had to help out in the kitchens every other week, so, I had plenty of teaching from the house-elves down there."

"You worked in the kitchens? Did you ever meet an elf called Dobby?"

They talked for quite awhile about Dobby and his antics, as well as Hogwarts in general, the Triwizard Tournament and, inevitably, Sirius Black.

"I know he didn't do it," Cienna had said almost out of nowhere.

"Y-you do?" Harry asked shocked.

"Yes, I saw him fighting off that Pettigrew fellow, and he didn't get killed. He vanished himself off. Whole lot of rubbish that Sirius was to blame. Why, if I had been old enough, I would've testified," Cienna said angrily.

"Well, why don't you? I mean....Sirius is dead, but you could still-" Harry began.

"Sirius is DEAD?!" Cienna exclaimed, almost knocking over her coffee mug.

"Well...yes. Oh right, nobody's heard yet...Well...its a long story," Harry stammered.

Of course, Cienna wrenched the truth about Sirius from Harry, down to the very last detail. They talked so much infact, that the day had slipped into late afternoon before they finished the bulk of their tales. Their conversation had moved all over the house. From the kitchen to the couch, back to the kitchen, back to the couch, outside then finally the bedroom again. Both were quite tired, having been up most of the night and since dawn. So, they laid on the bed, mumbling their talk in-between larger gaps of silence.

"So, you're going to the Ministry tomorrow to try and get Sirius' name cleared?" Harry muttered into her soft hair.

Cienna nodded and buried her face further into his chest," Yes...I owe you and him that much."

"Thank you, Cienna," Harry mumbled and gently kissed her hair.

Cienna rose herself up onto her palm and gazed down at him. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her sleek dark brown hair was tumbling down her shoulders since she had pulled it from a ponytail, and was catching the sunlight in flecks of gold. Her pure honey eyes were glued to his with emotion tingling in them, and her full lips were quivering as if in anticipation.

Before he knew it, those lips were pressed against his. He lost himself as she soon tangled her body with his, melding into one human being. Harry let it happen.

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Harry slowly opened his eyes, seeing the evening sun streaking in between the curtains and showering the room in a sort of haze. His heart leapt into his throat as his stomach lurched. The spot besides him was empty. He jolted up, letting the covers fall from his bare skin, and frantically searched the room. No...No, she wouldn't...Not her too... He was about to let his heart crumble at the Deja Vu, when Cienna came walking into the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her, wrapped in a dark purple bath robe.

Harry exhaled relieved, seeing a grin spread across her face as she saw him watching her.

"Up already?" She asked as she slid back underneath the covers and curled herself around him.

Harry laid back down and wrapped his arms round her body, loving how she fitted him so perfectly." Yeah...Thought you had left me."

"Why would I do that?" She asked, peering up at him.

"I don't know..." Harry replied honestly, feeling a pang at his heart.

Cienna frowned as she searched his downcast eyes. It ached to see the pain still in them," I'm not her, Harry..." She whispered.

Harry quickly looked to her, seeing the warmth in her features and the sincerity in her words," I know that now...Cause you stayed."

Cienna smiled and pecked his swollen lips," I'll stay as long as you want me to stay."

Harry sighed and held her closer. Never before had he felt the things that were now coursing through his system. His body was still throbbing, but he loved it. He didn't want his skin to stop tingling with pleasure or stop the pangs of a deep desire for her. It was wonderful and fresh and new. Cienna was fresh and new, but yet old and comfortable. She felt like an old friend he had just discovered again. He wanted to give her more than he already did. He wanted to open the world up and give her the very soul of the universe.This revelation made Harry's head spin.

"No one has ever made me feel like you have," Harry whispered onto her forehead.

Cienna sighed and squeezed him," Right back at ya."

He was running. Running so hard sweat droplets were trickling down his forehead. He reached the path in a matter of seconds, quickly following it into the blackness of the night. He felt tree branches scrap his skin and constantly tripped over protruding roots and rocks. He stumbled and fell to his knees, finding his hand landing on something warm. Something that gave way a little. He drew back his hand and, in the tiniest stream of moonlight, saw it smeared with red liquid. He looked down and no scream came out.

Harry gasped snapping back to reality. Cienna was looking down at him, panic and worry scrawled all across her face. He gripped tightly to her hand.

"What happened? Are you all right?" She exclaimed, her voice unusually high and off tune.

"W-wh...I..I have to go back to Hogwarts." Harry stammered.

Cienna frowned harder," Well, yes, of course...but what happened, Harry? You just started to convulse and went this sickening shade of white. It scared the living daylights out of me."

Harry clutched her tightly, feeling himself shake all over. Or was it her? "I'm sorry...Don't worry about me though. I just need to get back to school...Something's happened."

Cienna nodded and got up, rushing out of the room and quickly coming back in with his dried and folded school robes. Harry stood up, blushing furiously as he hastily pulled on his robes. Cienna did his tie as he slid on his belt.

"When can I see you again?"

Cienna glanced up at his eyes with a soft smile, "Well, I work weekends at Madam Puddifoot's now. You should be able to get there if you don't get into any trouble, but then again...you're an expert on going places you're not supposed to."

Harry smiled and let her clip his cloak on. He leaned in and softly kissed her sweet lips. She sighed into him, but he had to end it before they got any further. Harry led the way to the entryway and took his Firebolt from the coat-closet. Cienna followed him out the front door and leaned against the doorway ,watching him mount the broom and wait until a group of Muggles disappeared around the corner. He didn't notice until now that she lived on a quiet little street, right smack dab in the middle of a Muggle neighborhood.

Harry shook these remarks to the back of his head and looked at her. Cienna quickly walked over and kissed him one last time,

"Safe journey. And don't forget about me."

Harry smiled," I could never."

And with that, he jerked into the sky and flew off in a flash. Cienna was left to wave lightly at the night sky.

Harry sped through the clouds, feeling them effortlessly pass over and through him as he whisked along. The sky was much clearer and only a light drizzle was causing him any problems. His heart was conflicted with the happiness of his wonderful experience with Cienna, but yet deeply troubled by his vision. His duties just couldn't give him a break and let him enjoy his time with Cienna. Harry quickly plummeted towards the tops of some trees, making his stomach feel it got left in the clouds.

Before long, he was soaring over the top of the Forbidden Forest when something caught his eyes. It was a very faint flicker amongst the thick trees. He looked ahead, seeing the chimney of Hagrid's cabin very far off, so he knew whatever it was , was well into the thick of the forest. Nonetheless, he gave another quick drop and was now hovering above the spot where he saw the silver flicker. He slowly descended, pulling out his wand and mumbling Lumos. He shone the small beam of light all over, keeping himself well off the ground just incase that something was dangerous and he could quickly escape. But what he found wasn't dangerous whatsoever.

Harry quickly dropped to the ground and rushed to the lump that lay lifeless in the dirt. He let his wand slip from his grasp as he knelt besides it. He reached down and pulled the thing into his arms, feeling the happiness quickly sucked from his body. Because there, in his arms, lay the limp, bloody body of Pansy Parkinson.