Classes began the next day. Harry rubbed his eyes, struggling to stay awake during History of Magic class. His chin was resting on his hand, and his eyelids began to droop. Malfoy was gazing out the window , daydreaming about something. Hermione was sitting upright in her chair, listening attentively. Professor Binns' monotonous voice was slowly lulling Harry to sleep...
He was in an alleyway. Harry knew something dangerous loomed behind him. Reluctantly, he turned around to see a dark, hooded figure approaching. Another was cornering Dudley nearby.
The dementor glided towards Harry ominously. It reached out its gruesome hand as it got closer. Harry knew he had to use his Patronus. He pointed his wand at the dementor. "Expecto Patronum." He whispered. A tiny spark flew out of the end of his wand. He had to think of something happy... but it was impossible. His mind was drenched in shadows as he watched the dementor come closer.
It was almost on top of him now. It brought its hideous face closer to Harry's. No, he thought. No, I can't let him kiss me. I can't...can't... He racked his brain for a good thought. There was nothing he could think of, gazing into the monstrous face of a dementor. Its lips were inches away from Harry's skin. He struggled for a happy thought...
Malfoy's face exploded into harry's mind. That caring smile... it made him feel unusually warm and comforted. Quickly, Harry grasped the thought and raised his wand. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He shouted clearly, and sure enough, the Patronus burst out of the tip.
Harry jerked awake to hear a voice whispering in his ear.
"Hrmph...History of Magic...there's something I never needed in real life...go ahead, Harry, fall asleep if you want." He could feel hot breath now on the back on his neck. He stood up, alarmed, and the breath ceased. Harry turned his head, but once again, no one was there. He scanned the area around him, and was startled to see Professor Binns standing right in front of him after he had made a full turn. "Is something wrong, Mr. Potter?" He said, and sniffed.
"N-no..." Harry was still frantically searching for something, anything, behind him. "I...just thought...someone was whispering in my ear..." His voice trailed off as he saw Hermione staring at him, her brow furrowed. She looked as if she was trying to read his thoughts. Harry paused. Taking one more cautious glance over his shoulder, he sunk back into his chair with the weight of the whole class' eyes on him. The boring lecture continued, but no one was paying attention. Hermione was still staring, and Neville looked confused. Ron had on a look of mock concern, but Harry could see right through it.
He would have tried to see what it looked like Ron was really feeling, but he didn't want to face the class again. His eyelids were pressed together tightly, and he just wished he could vanish into thin air.
Harry sat silently at lunch, not eating much. He squinted straight ahead, and tried hard to figure out what was going on. Why did he think of Malfoy as a happy thought? And caring? That's the last word he would use to describe Draco Malfoy.
He felt the presence again, but didn't bother to turn around. He knew it would just end the same way. THERE WAS NOBODY BEHIND HIM. He told himself over and over again. Unless, of course, it was someone invisible... the thought struck Harry hard.
"Umm...h-hey, Harry." A nervous voice tore him painfully from his thoughts. It was Hermione, standing in front of Ron, Ginny, and Neville. Harry leapt up from his seat. "DON'T EVER SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!" He shouted, irritated. Hermione looked away in shame. Ron rolled his eyes. "Here we go again..." He said quietly.
But loud enough for Harry to hear.
"What did you say?" He asked Ron, fuming.
"You heard me." Ron replied through gritted teeth. Ginny elbowed him. "Ron..."
"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT, GINNY?" She winced at her brother's yelling.
"RON..." Harry called his attention back to their fight. "What are you trying to say?" Ron threw his hands up and said, "Oh, look at me! I'm Harry Potter! I'm sad, all eyes on ME!" His voice was full of fury. "And then when we try to help, you just get pissed off!"
"That's not true!" Harry shouted, even though he knew it was.
"Oh, sure. Right, Harry. Okay." Ron said sarcastically.
"Well...you...I ...UGH!" He sighed in despair, and darted out of the room.
"Harry, wait." Hermione glared at Ron, then began to follow Harry.
"Aww, just leave 'im alone. The bloody idiot's gonna come to his senses soon enough." Ron said grudgingly. Hermione looked longingly out at Harry, but sat down.
"Ron, don't get mad at him. He's been under a lot of pressure lately..." Hermione scolded. Ron folded his arms grudgingly.
Harry ran and ran until he was out of breath. He collapsed in a heap of shaky sobs in the middle of an abandoned hallway. Malfoy rounded a nearby corner, grinning evilly as he usually did when he roamed Hogwarts. However, when he saw Harry's state, his eyes softened. "Harry..."
Harry looked up quickly, revealing his tear-stained face. Realizing who it was, He hid back in his bundle of robes.
"Harry..." Malfoy repeated sympathetically.
"What do you want?" He choked.
"What...what's the matter?"
This has got to be a trick. Since when has he cared about me? Harry thought grimly.
"Wait...why aren't you at lunch?"
Malfoy didn't answer. He just stood there, his white blonde hair setting a certain glow about him. He looked down sheepishly.
"Go away, Malfoy."
"I want to know if I can help."
"JUST GO!" Harry snapped.
Malfoy hesitated, then left. Harry sighed, and slowly got to his feet. He wobbled over to the window. He sat down, resting his forehead against the cool glass. The trees blazed with oranges and yellows, making the landscape look like fields of fire as far as Harry could see. His glasses reflected the dim September sun up in the sky. A silvery mist hung about the grounds.
Harry knew what he must do. He had known since the beginning of the year, but denied it as the need to grew worse. Harry desperately searched the view, hoping that somehow it held another answer.
But he didn't. He couldn't deny his fate any longer. Harry stood solemnly, and headed towards the boys' dormitories.
So many questions! What's Harry gonna do? Will him and Ron make up? What's that thing behind Harry? Why did he think about Malfoy when he was cornered by a dementor? Why is Malfoy acting so different lately? Keep checking back, and maybe you'll find out!
*Teasers!*
Harry raised the wand slowly and began to speak.
"Avada Keda-"
"Wait, Harry!"
He whirled around, and his eyes widened.
"SIRIUS?" He gasped.
He was in an alleyway. Harry knew something dangerous loomed behind him. Reluctantly, he turned around to see a dark, hooded figure approaching. Another was cornering Dudley nearby.
The dementor glided towards Harry ominously. It reached out its gruesome hand as it got closer. Harry knew he had to use his Patronus. He pointed his wand at the dementor. "Expecto Patronum." He whispered. A tiny spark flew out of the end of his wand. He had to think of something happy... but it was impossible. His mind was drenched in shadows as he watched the dementor come closer.
It was almost on top of him now. It brought its hideous face closer to Harry's. No, he thought. No, I can't let him kiss me. I can't...can't... He racked his brain for a good thought. There was nothing he could think of, gazing into the monstrous face of a dementor. Its lips were inches away from Harry's skin. He struggled for a happy thought...
Malfoy's face exploded into harry's mind. That caring smile... it made him feel unusually warm and comforted. Quickly, Harry grasped the thought and raised his wand. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He shouted clearly, and sure enough, the Patronus burst out of the tip.
Harry jerked awake to hear a voice whispering in his ear.
"Hrmph...History of Magic...there's something I never needed in real life...go ahead, Harry, fall asleep if you want." He could feel hot breath now on the back on his neck. He stood up, alarmed, and the breath ceased. Harry turned his head, but once again, no one was there. He scanned the area around him, and was startled to see Professor Binns standing right in front of him after he had made a full turn. "Is something wrong, Mr. Potter?" He said, and sniffed.
"N-no..." Harry was still frantically searching for something, anything, behind him. "I...just thought...someone was whispering in my ear..." His voice trailed off as he saw Hermione staring at him, her brow furrowed. She looked as if she was trying to read his thoughts. Harry paused. Taking one more cautious glance over his shoulder, he sunk back into his chair with the weight of the whole class' eyes on him. The boring lecture continued, but no one was paying attention. Hermione was still staring, and Neville looked confused. Ron had on a look of mock concern, but Harry could see right through it.
He would have tried to see what it looked like Ron was really feeling, but he didn't want to face the class again. His eyelids were pressed together tightly, and he just wished he could vanish into thin air.
Harry sat silently at lunch, not eating much. He squinted straight ahead, and tried hard to figure out what was going on. Why did he think of Malfoy as a happy thought? And caring? That's the last word he would use to describe Draco Malfoy.
He felt the presence again, but didn't bother to turn around. He knew it would just end the same way. THERE WAS NOBODY BEHIND HIM. He told himself over and over again. Unless, of course, it was someone invisible... the thought struck Harry hard.
"Umm...h-hey, Harry." A nervous voice tore him painfully from his thoughts. It was Hermione, standing in front of Ron, Ginny, and Neville. Harry leapt up from his seat. "DON'T EVER SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!" He shouted, irritated. Hermione looked away in shame. Ron rolled his eyes. "Here we go again..." He said quietly.
But loud enough for Harry to hear.
"What did you say?" He asked Ron, fuming.
"You heard me." Ron replied through gritted teeth. Ginny elbowed him. "Ron..."
"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT, GINNY?" She winced at her brother's yelling.
"RON..." Harry called his attention back to their fight. "What are you trying to say?" Ron threw his hands up and said, "Oh, look at me! I'm Harry Potter! I'm sad, all eyes on ME!" His voice was full of fury. "And then when we try to help, you just get pissed off!"
"That's not true!" Harry shouted, even though he knew it was.
"Oh, sure. Right, Harry. Okay." Ron said sarcastically.
"Well...you...I ...UGH!" He sighed in despair, and darted out of the room.
"Harry, wait." Hermione glared at Ron, then began to follow Harry.
"Aww, just leave 'im alone. The bloody idiot's gonna come to his senses soon enough." Ron said grudgingly. Hermione looked longingly out at Harry, but sat down.
"Ron, don't get mad at him. He's been under a lot of pressure lately..." Hermione scolded. Ron folded his arms grudgingly.
Harry ran and ran until he was out of breath. He collapsed in a heap of shaky sobs in the middle of an abandoned hallway. Malfoy rounded a nearby corner, grinning evilly as he usually did when he roamed Hogwarts. However, when he saw Harry's state, his eyes softened. "Harry..."
Harry looked up quickly, revealing his tear-stained face. Realizing who it was, He hid back in his bundle of robes.
"Harry..." Malfoy repeated sympathetically.
"What do you want?" He choked.
"What...what's the matter?"
This has got to be a trick. Since when has he cared about me? Harry thought grimly.
"Wait...why aren't you at lunch?"
Malfoy didn't answer. He just stood there, his white blonde hair setting a certain glow about him. He looked down sheepishly.
"Go away, Malfoy."
"I want to know if I can help."
"JUST GO!" Harry snapped.
Malfoy hesitated, then left. Harry sighed, and slowly got to his feet. He wobbled over to the window. He sat down, resting his forehead against the cool glass. The trees blazed with oranges and yellows, making the landscape look like fields of fire as far as Harry could see. His glasses reflected the dim September sun up in the sky. A silvery mist hung about the grounds.
Harry knew what he must do. He had known since the beginning of the year, but denied it as the need to grew worse. Harry desperately searched the view, hoping that somehow it held another answer.
But he didn't. He couldn't deny his fate any longer. Harry stood solemnly, and headed towards the boys' dormitories.
So many questions! What's Harry gonna do? Will him and Ron make up? What's that thing behind Harry? Why did he think about Malfoy when he was cornered by a dementor? Why is Malfoy acting so different lately? Keep checking back, and maybe you'll find out!
*Teasers!*
Harry raised the wand slowly and began to speak.
"Avada Keda-"
"Wait, Harry!"
He whirled around, and his eyes widened.
"SIRIUS?" He gasped.
