The New One
Harry shoved his bag onto his shoulder and slipped out of the common room. The farther he got from the argument, the better. Ron had been getting worse and worse. His arrogance was getting to be a bit too much. Now that he thought of it, Ron was beginning to very much remind him of Percy, Ron's older brother. Ron had apparently been up for awhile and had managed to piss off the entire dorm room with his ranting about it being too dirty or how much work he had to do that day. By now, Dean was probably being held back by Seamus to not pound Ron's pompous face in.
Harry sighed and entered the rather empty Great Hall. It was barely seven O'Clock, so naturally most of the students were either still sleeping or barely conscious. Harry slid into the Gryffindor Table and began to nibble on a piece of toast.
" Morning, Harry."
Harry looked over and saw a rather pretty blonde smiling at him a few spaces down the table. "Um, mornin'."
"I don't think I've ever seen you up this early before," She said setting down her fork
"Thats because I rarely get up this early. Ron was being a big git, so I decided to escape before we all sacrificed Ron to some pagan god."
The girl smiled and slide over, closing the gap between them," So, I'm guessing things are kind of tense between you and Ron?"
Harry nodded a bit, suddenly very self-conscious of his untidy hair. He hadn't bothered to water it down or put some gel for a long time now, and now he was wishing he had."Yeah. But thats just Ron I suppose. He's getting used to fame."
"Not like you, huh? You're a veteran."
Harry looked at her and blushed, "Well, I...Um..."
She just grinned and brushed her hand against his," You really are cuter in person. Well, see you later." And with this, she stood up and left the Great Hall.
Harry sat there, confused. What had just happened? Who was that girl? Come to think of it, how did she know so much about him and Ron? Harry frowned slightly, not knowing whether to be concerned or just plain creeped out. For now, he shrugged it off and continued eating.
//------
"Hurry up! We're already ten minutes late!"
Harry growled, picking up speed," Well, we WOULDN'T be if you had just controlled your urge to hit on that girl at the library!"
Draco skidded around a corner, slipping more than necessary due to his shoes," Hey! I can't help it! I see a pretty girl, I flirt. Thats normal boy behavior, which you would know NOTHING about."
Harry elbowed him hard as they scurried down the stairs towards the dungeons. "I do plenty of flirting, thank you."
"Oh yeah?" Draco panted, trying to keep a few inches ahead of Harry, which was far more difficult than he first imagined." When's the last time you dated?"
Harry glared at him, "I don't have to answer that."
Draco smirked," That's because you haven't dated since Cienna."
"And?" Harry spat sharply
"And, you've got to move on," Draco huffed, falling away from a parallel stride with Harry.
"Maybe I don't want to," Harry mumbled, descending the last set of stairs.
"Why not? Its not like you went all the way with her or anything," Draco said, feeling his lungs burn with their rather long sprint.
Harry slowed down as they approached the Potions classroom door, which was thankfully still open.
"Well? Am I right?" Draco asked as they crept up to the doorway.
"That doesn't even deserve an answer," Harry said simply and entered the room quickly.
Draco frowned and followed, quietly sliding onto his stool besides Harry." What's that supposed to mean? "
"It means what it means,"
"You're not telling me you went all the way with her..." Draco said, searching Harry's profile.
Harry said nothing and started to copy down the instructions for the Forgetfulness Potion they were to create that day.
Draco gasped at Harry's silence," You DID, didn't you!"
Harry shot him a look as several students turned to look at them." Shut up, will you?"
Draco laughed disbelieving," Well, hows that for ya. Saint Potter lost his innocence."
Harry quickly looked around to see if anyone heard that, than gave Draco's leg a mighty kick. Draco winced and rubbed his shin furiously, scowling at Harry. They both worked for sometime in complete silence, Draco on the surprised side and Harry loathing Draco for drudging up painful memories.
"Um, can I borrow some lavender? We're all out."
Harry looked up to find himself staring into the most intriguing eyes he'd ever seen. They were slightly slanted, almost snakelike with smoky eye shadow emphasizing the eerie fiery red of the irises. Harry blinked and took in the whole person. It was a girl, a Slytherin to be exact. With long, thick hair the exact same color as his. She wore her pleaded skirt unnaturally short as her gray socks clung to her slender legs more perfectly than any other girl in the school. Harry felt something nudge his side and he was forced to look back up at the skeptical face
"Looking for something?" She said with a slight sneer.
Harry shook his head and quickly gathered a few petals of lavender and held them out to her. The girl took her time in slowly gathering the purple petals from his palm, touching his hand more than what was necessary.
"Thanks.." She murmured and before Harry knew what was happening, she was leaning forward.
He half expected her to kiss him since she was at the perfect angle to do so and her fire eyes never broke from his. She smirked, her breath on his lips.
"We need this too," She mumbled, wrapping her fingers around a spare Birch branch. She gave a faint noise of satisfaction as she admired Harry's flustered face as she pulled away. Sauntering away she said," Thanks again."
Harry could only sit there, stunned from the encounter.
"What was THAT?" Draco finally spoke, staring amazedly at Harry
"I..I don't know...Who was she?" Harry said, trying to calm down
"Never seen her before...She must've just transferred."
From that point on, Harry seemed to be getting things wrong. Little things, things he didn't even notice at first himself. Like, he forgot to leave his potion to bubble for 10 minutes and THEN add the petals and fly's wings. He had completely forgotten to add the wings altogether, which he had sworn he had. In the end, his potion turned out rather lumpy and orange instead of silky and pale blue.
"Are you alright? That's the first time I've seen you totally blunder a perfectly simple potion," Draco commented as they made their way to the Great Hall after the 2nd session of Potions.
"I don't know. I could've bet money that I had put in the fly wings...I even remember picking a piece from my fingertip," Harry replied, walking up the last flight of stairs to daylight.
"Then?"
"I don't know, Draco...I honestly don't know what-" Harry stopped abruptly as his legs went flying out from under him. He groaned as his bottom came in contact with the hard marble floor. Harry squinted an eye and scrunched his face as he rubbed his throbbing butt.
"Whoa! You ok??" Draco said, helping Harry to his feet.
Harry nodded a bit, perplexed," What'd I slip on?"
The 2 boys looked down and saw the smallest patch of slime with the emprint of Harry's shoe and butt.
"Where'd that come from?" the blonde asked looking around then up at the distant ceiling.
"Ugh...I don't know...Lets just go before we find more." Harry replied, continuing down the hall.
"Or rather, your BUTT finds more," Draco said with a smirk.
"Yanno what? SHUT UP."
Draco laughed as they entered the Great Hall. Dinner seemed to go alright, minus Ron's incessant bickering with a stubborn 2nd year about proper table manners in front of a Head Boy. Harry was just about to get up when someone gasped besides him. He looked over," Whats wron-"
Harry gasped as a cup full of pumpkin juice cascaded over his head. His mouth hung open in pure shock as the droplets of juice trickled under his collar and down his back. Harry looked around him, searching for the culprit. Instinctively, he found himself looking at Draco who was looking back at him amused, but not guilty.
"Harry, what'd you do that for?" Ron asked, looking at his friend rather annoyed.
"I didn't! It just came out of-" His words were stopped short by a tart flying into his mouth. Harry choked and spit it out, just to have another take its place. Harry hastily spit that 1 out as well and smacked his hands over his mouth as another tart hovered in front of his face.
Most of the Gryffindors now were taking notice and were both puzzled and tickled by the random attack the food was making on Harry.
Harry's eyes widened as his spoon levitated, loaded down with mashed potatoes," Don't you DARE."
The spoon seemed to not bother with Harry's threat and shot the whole load at his face. Harry grimaced as bits of potato dropped onto his lap. He wiped it off and whipped his glare around the room, noticing now that pretty much everybody was laughing their heads off.
"Harry, HONESTLY! Thats a waste of food," Ron said exasperatedly.
"Ron, I'm NOT doing it. Its someone else! " Harry growled, batting away a rogue slab of roast beef.
Suddenly, the entire basket full of rolls started launching themselves at Harry. 1 after the other they came, hitting him harder than he had expected. Harry leapt from his seat and sprinted out of the room, rolls darting after him. He ducked around the corner, covered in mashed potatoes, roast beef slices and juice. He looked like he had just escaped a food fight, only his fight was with the food itself.
"Whoever did this will be VERY sorry," Harry spat angrily, dusting off chunks of roll from his robes.
"Will they?"
Harry looked over and saw the girl with red eyes from Potions standing not too far from his spot wedged between a pillar and a tapestry.
"What?"
"Will they be sorry? What if it was just to get your attention?" She asked with a smile.
"Was it?" Harry inquired.
"Perhaps. Or maybe it was just because it was fun." She replied, looking at him very much amused.
"Maybe for them, not for me." Harry answered, slowly narrowing his eyes at the girl.
She laughed softly, making a shiver run down Harry's spine." Indeed, it WAS fun."
Harry glared as she giggled at his realization that it was her
"I'm Skye by the way...Make to not forget that...You'll be seeing LOTS more of me. Consider today a brief and good-natured preview of what's to come" She said and turned to leave." Enjoy your night, Harry Potter."
Harry fumed in his spot as a bucket full of slime came pouring down on him.
//--------
"She's INSUFFERABLE! I mean, REALLY. What did I EVER do to her??!" Harry said to himself as he paced back and forth on the East Tower.
"Nothing! I did NOTHING! Seriously, she's a transfer student! I haven't even met the girl until this afternoon! Insufferable! Simply INSUFFERABLE!"
"Maybe its not what you think."
Harry frowned and crossed his arms. The air seemed to have gotten colder," Maybe its EXACTLY what I think..."
"What do you think?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Harry burst out.
"Then?"
"Then WHAT? She's a new girl who decided to pick on me because its the popular thing for a Slytherin to do." Harry replied, viciously biting the head off of his chocolate frog.
"Right...Popular for a SLYTHERIN to do."
"Yanno, you're REALLY annoying." He said, chewing glumly on his chocolate.
" Only because you know I'm right."
"About WHAT!?" Harry exclaimed, pacing again.
"About that there's more to this girl than you think."
"Well, if you're so clever, than TELL me what it is," Harry said, throwing the last of the chocolate frog off the edge of the balcony.
"I've given you the clues, you need only connect them."
Harry scoffed and kicked the wall lightly," Clues my ass."
"Follow your intuition, Harry. Not your anger. The answer lies in the riddle."
Harry groaned in frustration," AGH! You've been saying that for a week now! What does it mean!?"
Harry blinked and looked around. The silence that ensued made him shiver. He was talking to them again. He'd been doing it more and more now, each time more unconsciously than the previous. Harry stirred uncomfortably and made his way out of the tower mumbling to himself," The answer lies in the riddle...."
"The answer lies in the riddle? Sounds like a bunch of b.s. to me."
Harry sighed and slumped in his chair. The past few days had been torture. Skye had indeed never ceased in her tormenting of Harry. Slugs here, poisonous reptiles there and a daily bucket of slime surprised him in a different place. What with Ron becoming even more obnoxious, his N.E.W.T. classes growing steadily more difficult, the ominous voice with the riddle, and the constant restlessness of being cooped up in one place longer than a few days was getting the best of Harry. He honestly didn't know how he had ever done it before.
"Heylo, Harry. Run into any slime today?"
Harry's jaw stiffened as he instantly closed his books and gathered his things. Skye peered at him quizzically.
"Whats the hurry? I thought we could just chat a little," She said, hands folded innocently in front of her.
"CHAT? Yeah right. And my name's Minerva McGonagal," Harry spat and stalked away from the studying room.
"Harry..Wait up!"
Harry quickened his pace, speed walking down the empty corridor in this late hour. A hand suddenly grabbed his bicep which he immediately jerked free of it.
"What!? WHAT do you want, Skye?!"
Skye looked almost hurt, but the look quickly vanished, to be replaced by spite," I should be the one screaming here! You!...You and your saintly ways! Just because you survived the Dark Lord doesn't mean you're a savior!...YOU are JUST a kid!"
Harry gritted his teeth taking a challenging step towards her," JUST a kid? I bet I've been through a HELL of a lot more than YOU have! I bet you're just some spoiled rich girl who hates her life."
"What...What did you say?" Skye muttered.
"YOU, Skye, are JUST a spoiled brat who, for some reason, thinks she got the raw deal. But in reality you're nothing more than a bored rich girl with a busy Mummy and Daddy."
Harry winced as a sharp pain sprang from his cheek. He held the side of his face as it prickled and stung, glaring down at Skye.
Skye massaged her hand, glaring back coldly."I hope that hurt, you bastard...Don't you EVER speak of my family again. DO YOU HEAR ME!? You know NOTHING of my life. NOTHING!"
Harry stared as Skye sprinted down the hallway and disappeared around a corner. So he just stood there, cradling his bright red cheek and feeling oddly guilty.
"You shouldn't have said that..."
Harry sighed a little feeling even worse, "I know..."
"She's just lost..."
"I figured that much."
"Help her find her way..."
"How?"
"Be you...She'll do the rest."
Harry heaved heavily and started his way to the Gryffindor Tower, making a pit-stop at the infirmary for a pack of ice. He was wary of the voice's advice. If anyone else knew he was taking a voice he heard only in his head seriously, he'd be put away. Besides, the voice was telling him to help some Slytherin. Just another stuck up Snake who took pleasure in taunting him. Draco Malfoy was an exception...Was he the only one?
Harry climbed the stairs, deep in thought. Skye seemed to fill the shoes of the typical Slytherin, but something else was there. He couldn't put his finger on it. But it was there, like a splinter in his mind, driving him mad. There was something about her. Some...Some...sadness...Yes, that was it. Sadness. Incredible, painful sadness. It was in her eyes, embedded in each fleck of red. She was sad.
So, the voice told him to help her. He didn't know how exactly or if she'd even want his help..If she even needed it...But he'd do it, he felt compelled to do it. It made sense somehow. He'd help Skye. He'd help the new one.
Harry shoved his bag onto his shoulder and slipped out of the common room. The farther he got from the argument, the better. Ron had been getting worse and worse. His arrogance was getting to be a bit too much. Now that he thought of it, Ron was beginning to very much remind him of Percy, Ron's older brother. Ron had apparently been up for awhile and had managed to piss off the entire dorm room with his ranting about it being too dirty or how much work he had to do that day. By now, Dean was probably being held back by Seamus to not pound Ron's pompous face in.
Harry sighed and entered the rather empty Great Hall. It was barely seven O'Clock, so naturally most of the students were either still sleeping or barely conscious. Harry slid into the Gryffindor Table and began to nibble on a piece of toast.
" Morning, Harry."
Harry looked over and saw a rather pretty blonde smiling at him a few spaces down the table. "Um, mornin'."
"I don't think I've ever seen you up this early before," She said setting down her fork
"Thats because I rarely get up this early. Ron was being a big git, so I decided to escape before we all sacrificed Ron to some pagan god."
The girl smiled and slide over, closing the gap between them," So, I'm guessing things are kind of tense between you and Ron?"
Harry nodded a bit, suddenly very self-conscious of his untidy hair. He hadn't bothered to water it down or put some gel for a long time now, and now he was wishing he had."Yeah. But thats just Ron I suppose. He's getting used to fame."
"Not like you, huh? You're a veteran."
Harry looked at her and blushed, "Well, I...Um..."
She just grinned and brushed her hand against his," You really are cuter in person. Well, see you later." And with this, she stood up and left the Great Hall.
Harry sat there, confused. What had just happened? Who was that girl? Come to think of it, how did she know so much about him and Ron? Harry frowned slightly, not knowing whether to be concerned or just plain creeped out. For now, he shrugged it off and continued eating.
//------
"Hurry up! We're already ten minutes late!"
Harry growled, picking up speed," Well, we WOULDN'T be if you had just controlled your urge to hit on that girl at the library!"
Draco skidded around a corner, slipping more than necessary due to his shoes," Hey! I can't help it! I see a pretty girl, I flirt. Thats normal boy behavior, which you would know NOTHING about."
Harry elbowed him hard as they scurried down the stairs towards the dungeons. "I do plenty of flirting, thank you."
"Oh yeah?" Draco panted, trying to keep a few inches ahead of Harry, which was far more difficult than he first imagined." When's the last time you dated?"
Harry glared at him, "I don't have to answer that."
Draco smirked," That's because you haven't dated since Cienna."
"And?" Harry spat sharply
"And, you've got to move on," Draco huffed, falling away from a parallel stride with Harry.
"Maybe I don't want to," Harry mumbled, descending the last set of stairs.
"Why not? Its not like you went all the way with her or anything," Draco said, feeling his lungs burn with their rather long sprint.
Harry slowed down as they approached the Potions classroom door, which was thankfully still open.
"Well? Am I right?" Draco asked as they crept up to the doorway.
"That doesn't even deserve an answer," Harry said simply and entered the room quickly.
Draco frowned and followed, quietly sliding onto his stool besides Harry." What's that supposed to mean? "
"It means what it means,"
"You're not telling me you went all the way with her..." Draco said, searching Harry's profile.
Harry said nothing and started to copy down the instructions for the Forgetfulness Potion they were to create that day.
Draco gasped at Harry's silence," You DID, didn't you!"
Harry shot him a look as several students turned to look at them." Shut up, will you?"
Draco laughed disbelieving," Well, hows that for ya. Saint Potter lost his innocence."
Harry quickly looked around to see if anyone heard that, than gave Draco's leg a mighty kick. Draco winced and rubbed his shin furiously, scowling at Harry. They both worked for sometime in complete silence, Draco on the surprised side and Harry loathing Draco for drudging up painful memories.
"Um, can I borrow some lavender? We're all out."
Harry looked up to find himself staring into the most intriguing eyes he'd ever seen. They were slightly slanted, almost snakelike with smoky eye shadow emphasizing the eerie fiery red of the irises. Harry blinked and took in the whole person. It was a girl, a Slytherin to be exact. With long, thick hair the exact same color as his. She wore her pleaded skirt unnaturally short as her gray socks clung to her slender legs more perfectly than any other girl in the school. Harry felt something nudge his side and he was forced to look back up at the skeptical face
"Looking for something?" She said with a slight sneer.
Harry shook his head and quickly gathered a few petals of lavender and held them out to her. The girl took her time in slowly gathering the purple petals from his palm, touching his hand more than what was necessary.
"Thanks.." She murmured and before Harry knew what was happening, she was leaning forward.
He half expected her to kiss him since she was at the perfect angle to do so and her fire eyes never broke from his. She smirked, her breath on his lips.
"We need this too," She mumbled, wrapping her fingers around a spare Birch branch. She gave a faint noise of satisfaction as she admired Harry's flustered face as she pulled away. Sauntering away she said," Thanks again."
Harry could only sit there, stunned from the encounter.
"What was THAT?" Draco finally spoke, staring amazedly at Harry
"I..I don't know...Who was she?" Harry said, trying to calm down
"Never seen her before...She must've just transferred."
From that point on, Harry seemed to be getting things wrong. Little things, things he didn't even notice at first himself. Like, he forgot to leave his potion to bubble for 10 minutes and THEN add the petals and fly's wings. He had completely forgotten to add the wings altogether, which he had sworn he had. In the end, his potion turned out rather lumpy and orange instead of silky and pale blue.
"Are you alright? That's the first time I've seen you totally blunder a perfectly simple potion," Draco commented as they made their way to the Great Hall after the 2nd session of Potions.
"I don't know. I could've bet money that I had put in the fly wings...I even remember picking a piece from my fingertip," Harry replied, walking up the last flight of stairs to daylight.
"Then?"
"I don't know, Draco...I honestly don't know what-" Harry stopped abruptly as his legs went flying out from under him. He groaned as his bottom came in contact with the hard marble floor. Harry squinted an eye and scrunched his face as he rubbed his throbbing butt.
"Whoa! You ok??" Draco said, helping Harry to his feet.
Harry nodded a bit, perplexed," What'd I slip on?"
The 2 boys looked down and saw the smallest patch of slime with the emprint of Harry's shoe and butt.
"Where'd that come from?" the blonde asked looking around then up at the distant ceiling.
"Ugh...I don't know...Lets just go before we find more." Harry replied, continuing down the hall.
"Or rather, your BUTT finds more," Draco said with a smirk.
"Yanno what? SHUT UP."
Draco laughed as they entered the Great Hall. Dinner seemed to go alright, minus Ron's incessant bickering with a stubborn 2nd year about proper table manners in front of a Head Boy. Harry was just about to get up when someone gasped besides him. He looked over," Whats wron-"
Harry gasped as a cup full of pumpkin juice cascaded over his head. His mouth hung open in pure shock as the droplets of juice trickled under his collar and down his back. Harry looked around him, searching for the culprit. Instinctively, he found himself looking at Draco who was looking back at him amused, but not guilty.
"Harry, what'd you do that for?" Ron asked, looking at his friend rather annoyed.
"I didn't! It just came out of-" His words were stopped short by a tart flying into his mouth. Harry choked and spit it out, just to have another take its place. Harry hastily spit that 1 out as well and smacked his hands over his mouth as another tart hovered in front of his face.
Most of the Gryffindors now were taking notice and were both puzzled and tickled by the random attack the food was making on Harry.
Harry's eyes widened as his spoon levitated, loaded down with mashed potatoes," Don't you DARE."
The spoon seemed to not bother with Harry's threat and shot the whole load at his face. Harry grimaced as bits of potato dropped onto his lap. He wiped it off and whipped his glare around the room, noticing now that pretty much everybody was laughing their heads off.
"Harry, HONESTLY! Thats a waste of food," Ron said exasperatedly.
"Ron, I'm NOT doing it. Its someone else! " Harry growled, batting away a rogue slab of roast beef.
Suddenly, the entire basket full of rolls started launching themselves at Harry. 1 after the other they came, hitting him harder than he had expected. Harry leapt from his seat and sprinted out of the room, rolls darting after him. He ducked around the corner, covered in mashed potatoes, roast beef slices and juice. He looked like he had just escaped a food fight, only his fight was with the food itself.
"Whoever did this will be VERY sorry," Harry spat angrily, dusting off chunks of roll from his robes.
"Will they?"
Harry looked over and saw the girl with red eyes from Potions standing not too far from his spot wedged between a pillar and a tapestry.
"What?"
"Will they be sorry? What if it was just to get your attention?" She asked with a smile.
"Was it?" Harry inquired.
"Perhaps. Or maybe it was just because it was fun." She replied, looking at him very much amused.
"Maybe for them, not for me." Harry answered, slowly narrowing his eyes at the girl.
She laughed softly, making a shiver run down Harry's spine." Indeed, it WAS fun."
Harry glared as she giggled at his realization that it was her
"I'm Skye by the way...Make to not forget that...You'll be seeing LOTS more of me. Consider today a brief and good-natured preview of what's to come" She said and turned to leave." Enjoy your night, Harry Potter."
Harry fumed in his spot as a bucket full of slime came pouring down on him.
//--------
"She's INSUFFERABLE! I mean, REALLY. What did I EVER do to her??!" Harry said to himself as he paced back and forth on the East Tower.
"Nothing! I did NOTHING! Seriously, she's a transfer student! I haven't even met the girl until this afternoon! Insufferable! Simply INSUFFERABLE!"
"Maybe its not what you think."
Harry frowned and crossed his arms. The air seemed to have gotten colder," Maybe its EXACTLY what I think..."
"What do you think?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Harry burst out.
"Then?"
"Then WHAT? She's a new girl who decided to pick on me because its the popular thing for a Slytherin to do." Harry replied, viciously biting the head off of his chocolate frog.
"Right...Popular for a SLYTHERIN to do."
"Yanno, you're REALLY annoying." He said, chewing glumly on his chocolate.
" Only because you know I'm right."
"About WHAT!?" Harry exclaimed, pacing again.
"About that there's more to this girl than you think."
"Well, if you're so clever, than TELL me what it is," Harry said, throwing the last of the chocolate frog off the edge of the balcony.
"I've given you the clues, you need only connect them."
Harry scoffed and kicked the wall lightly," Clues my ass."
"Follow your intuition, Harry. Not your anger. The answer lies in the riddle."
Harry groaned in frustration," AGH! You've been saying that for a week now! What does it mean!?"
Harry blinked and looked around. The silence that ensued made him shiver. He was talking to them again. He'd been doing it more and more now, each time more unconsciously than the previous. Harry stirred uncomfortably and made his way out of the tower mumbling to himself," The answer lies in the riddle...."
"The answer lies in the riddle? Sounds like a bunch of b.s. to me."
Harry sighed and slumped in his chair. The past few days had been torture. Skye had indeed never ceased in her tormenting of Harry. Slugs here, poisonous reptiles there and a daily bucket of slime surprised him in a different place. What with Ron becoming even more obnoxious, his N.E.W.T. classes growing steadily more difficult, the ominous voice with the riddle, and the constant restlessness of being cooped up in one place longer than a few days was getting the best of Harry. He honestly didn't know how he had ever done it before.
"Heylo, Harry. Run into any slime today?"
Harry's jaw stiffened as he instantly closed his books and gathered his things. Skye peered at him quizzically.
"Whats the hurry? I thought we could just chat a little," She said, hands folded innocently in front of her.
"CHAT? Yeah right. And my name's Minerva McGonagal," Harry spat and stalked away from the studying room.
"Harry..Wait up!"
Harry quickened his pace, speed walking down the empty corridor in this late hour. A hand suddenly grabbed his bicep which he immediately jerked free of it.
"What!? WHAT do you want, Skye?!"
Skye looked almost hurt, but the look quickly vanished, to be replaced by spite," I should be the one screaming here! You!...You and your saintly ways! Just because you survived the Dark Lord doesn't mean you're a savior!...YOU are JUST a kid!"
Harry gritted his teeth taking a challenging step towards her," JUST a kid? I bet I've been through a HELL of a lot more than YOU have! I bet you're just some spoiled rich girl who hates her life."
"What...What did you say?" Skye muttered.
"YOU, Skye, are JUST a spoiled brat who, for some reason, thinks she got the raw deal. But in reality you're nothing more than a bored rich girl with a busy Mummy and Daddy."
Harry winced as a sharp pain sprang from his cheek. He held the side of his face as it prickled and stung, glaring down at Skye.
Skye massaged her hand, glaring back coldly."I hope that hurt, you bastard...Don't you EVER speak of my family again. DO YOU HEAR ME!? You know NOTHING of my life. NOTHING!"
Harry stared as Skye sprinted down the hallway and disappeared around a corner. So he just stood there, cradling his bright red cheek and feeling oddly guilty.
"You shouldn't have said that..."
Harry sighed a little feeling even worse, "I know..."
"She's just lost..."
"I figured that much."
"Help her find her way..."
"How?"
"Be you...She'll do the rest."
Harry heaved heavily and started his way to the Gryffindor Tower, making a pit-stop at the infirmary for a pack of ice. He was wary of the voice's advice. If anyone else knew he was taking a voice he heard only in his head seriously, he'd be put away. Besides, the voice was telling him to help some Slytherin. Just another stuck up Snake who took pleasure in taunting him. Draco Malfoy was an exception...Was he the only one?
Harry climbed the stairs, deep in thought. Skye seemed to fill the shoes of the typical Slytherin, but something else was there. He couldn't put his finger on it. But it was there, like a splinter in his mind, driving him mad. There was something about her. Some...Some...sadness...Yes, that was it. Sadness. Incredible, painful sadness. It was in her eyes, embedded in each fleck of red. She was sad.
So, the voice told him to help her. He didn't know how exactly or if she'd even want his help..If she even needed it...But he'd do it, he felt compelled to do it. It made sense somehow. He'd help Skye. He'd help the new one.