Harry avoided Ron and Hermione for the rest of the day. Most of the
time he spent in either an empty classroom working on spells or in the
corner of the library working on assignments. Neither Ron nor Hermione
could really spend much time to look for him due to their prefect duties,
but Ron planned on having a talk with him later that night in the
dormitory.
Later on that night as Harry looked through his old family album that Hagrid had made him after first year, he decided to head down to the common room to see if Ginny was up for a game of wizard's chess. He needed something to keep his mind and heart from sinking any lower and a friendly game of chess with a friend was just the thing to distract him. However, as he reached the foot of the staircase he heard two familiar voices chatting by the fire, apparently finished with their patrolling. Harry peeked around the corner to see Ron and Hermione on the couch, resting by the fire.
"I'm tired" Hermione yawned as she shut her eyes and leaned into Ron for a cuddle. "Have you talked to Harry yet?"
"No, I was a bit busy..."
"Ron..."
"I know I know Hermione, I'll be back down in a bit with your report" Ron groaned as he sat up to leave. Harry was about to rush up to the bedroom when he heard Hermione's voice call out to Ron.
"I love you."
"I love you too" Ron replied with a grin and he went back to the couch and gave her a kiss. Suddenly that was more than Harry could bear. He ran up to the room and dived into his trunk and pulled out two things: his father's invisibility cloak and his firebolt. He wrapped himself and his broom in the cloak and closed the trunk as Ron entered the room.
"Harry?" Ron searched the room for his friend but the room was completely empty. As Ron searched around, Harry left the room through the open door, headed down the stairs, through the common room and out the portrait hole. "He's gone!" Ron exclaimed to Hermione as he rushed down the stairs.
"What?!" Hermione replied with worry in her voice. "We've got to look for him!" And with that they left the common room and split up on their search for Harry Potter. Meanwhile, Harry was off to the only place he could escape to: the Quidditch Pitch.
When he walked onto the Pitch, it was faintly lit by the half-moon directly above him. It seemed that all the stars twinkled a little brighter that night.
"Perfect" he whispered to himself as he removed the cloak and kicked off from the ground and into the midnight sky. He flew around the stadium, free of any kind of worry. Reminiscing of his first flying lesson, his first Quidditch match and of Gryffindor's Quidditch Cup victory in third year. Oh the joy he felt as every memory passed through his mind, as every wisp of air flowed through his hair. Flying away his sorrows, Harry had found peace at last. He then landed at top the Gryffindor bleacher and stared endlessly into the heavens. It was a bit cold so he summoned his cloak ("Accio Invisibility Cloak!" he called) and wrapped it around his shoulders so that it looked like his head was floating.
"You know, most would be a little bothered by the sight of a floating head."
Hermione had found him.
Harry gave her a grin as she walked over and took a seat next to him. He looked her in the eyes then took his gaze back to the skies.
"Harry..." Hermione started but thought better of continuing. She looked at his face and saw that there were no more words to be said between them. She then followed Harry's gaze and looked quietly into the endless sky, intertwining her hand with his.
Later on that night as Harry looked through his old family album that Hagrid had made him after first year, he decided to head down to the common room to see if Ginny was up for a game of wizard's chess. He needed something to keep his mind and heart from sinking any lower and a friendly game of chess with a friend was just the thing to distract him. However, as he reached the foot of the staircase he heard two familiar voices chatting by the fire, apparently finished with their patrolling. Harry peeked around the corner to see Ron and Hermione on the couch, resting by the fire.
"I'm tired" Hermione yawned as she shut her eyes and leaned into Ron for a cuddle. "Have you talked to Harry yet?"
"No, I was a bit busy..."
"Ron..."
"I know I know Hermione, I'll be back down in a bit with your report" Ron groaned as he sat up to leave. Harry was about to rush up to the bedroom when he heard Hermione's voice call out to Ron.
"I love you."
"I love you too" Ron replied with a grin and he went back to the couch and gave her a kiss. Suddenly that was more than Harry could bear. He ran up to the room and dived into his trunk and pulled out two things: his father's invisibility cloak and his firebolt. He wrapped himself and his broom in the cloak and closed the trunk as Ron entered the room.
"Harry?" Ron searched the room for his friend but the room was completely empty. As Ron searched around, Harry left the room through the open door, headed down the stairs, through the common room and out the portrait hole. "He's gone!" Ron exclaimed to Hermione as he rushed down the stairs.
"What?!" Hermione replied with worry in her voice. "We've got to look for him!" And with that they left the common room and split up on their search for Harry Potter. Meanwhile, Harry was off to the only place he could escape to: the Quidditch Pitch.
When he walked onto the Pitch, it was faintly lit by the half-moon directly above him. It seemed that all the stars twinkled a little brighter that night.
"Perfect" he whispered to himself as he removed the cloak and kicked off from the ground and into the midnight sky. He flew around the stadium, free of any kind of worry. Reminiscing of his first flying lesson, his first Quidditch match and of Gryffindor's Quidditch Cup victory in third year. Oh the joy he felt as every memory passed through his mind, as every wisp of air flowed through his hair. Flying away his sorrows, Harry had found peace at last. He then landed at top the Gryffindor bleacher and stared endlessly into the heavens. It was a bit cold so he summoned his cloak ("Accio Invisibility Cloak!" he called) and wrapped it around his shoulders so that it looked like his head was floating.
"You know, most would be a little bothered by the sight of a floating head."
Hermione had found him.
Harry gave her a grin as she walked over and took a seat next to him. He looked her in the eyes then took his gaze back to the skies.
"Harry..." Hermione started but thought better of continuing. She looked at his face and saw that there were no more words to be said between them. She then followed Harry's gaze and looked quietly into the endless sky, intertwining her hand with his.