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The Guardian
Chapter Two
Understandings
You sit outside, on the wooden floor and prey that the boys would get use to the idea. Suddenly you hear raised voices and two of the boys storm out. They nether looked or acknowledged you.
Standing, you enter the room again. Each of the boys looked down to the floor; the sensation of bitterness was in the air.
"What's going on?" You ask looking at Harry. His face a full of pure anger and disappointment. You then look over at Ron, his face was different. He looked up to you and shook his head.
"It's nothing, just some problems we've been having lately." You dismiss it and try to find something positive to say.
Unexpectedly, Harry darts his head towards Ron and begins to yell at him.
"Lately!! Ron my whole life has been a mess and now I come home to the one place where I feel safe and I've got my friends thinking I'm a lair and I've got some watch dog looking over my shoulder." You flinch as he points to you; he leans back and lands on his bed post. He slowly slips down and you see tears streaming down his face.
You look over to Ron, his eye's full of sympathy. You then around the room and you all see the same look.
You feel a sudden anger build inside you and without warning, you charge over to Harry, grab him by his sleeve and hoist him from the ground.
"Look! You had better stop this right now. Enough whimpering and blubbering, this is pathetic!! Yes you may have had a miserable life so far but that's no excuse for you start bitching at your friends and at me. I am here under orders God damn it! Do you really think I want to waste my time looking after some kid, no! I've had a pretty bad life myself, okay? Let me give you life in a nutshell… Life is a bitch and it's going to stay that way with the attitude you're displaying. We are humans; therefore we adapt to life and move on!!!" He stares down at you; first his expression was anger and now, its pity.
You shake your head and release him. "I'm not going to baby sit some brat who disrespects me and people who care about him. I'm out of here." You head for your bed and pick up your staff and then you move to the draws and begin to pack your clothes in your cases.
"Who are you to contradict my life?! You don't even know me; you don't even know what I've been through." You turn again, standing tall and reply.
"Yeah, I may not know the whole story, but all I can hear is me, me, me. Well what about 'me' and 'my' life! I have no parents and yes I know, we're in the same boat but I don't know who they were, what they looked like or what their names were. I'm sure that you can't top that buddy." Harry shifts his gaze to the floor and you smirk significantly. You finish and walk to the door.
But before you can get there, Ron stands in your way. You sigh and shift our weight onto one foot.
"Look, I know that we don't exactly like each other much. But Harry is in real danger and if Dumbledore sent you to protect him, then you're the best there is. Please, you have to protect him. He's my best friend, I can't have him die." You glance at him surprisingly and are not sure whether to proceed out the door, or place your bags down.
Soon, you hear the sound of McGonagall's voice from down the stairs. She round's the turn, along with the two boys who left and sees you with your bags placed firmly in your hands.
"Miss , where do you think you're going." You set one down and point to Harry, who has still got tears down his cheeks.
"I refuse to protect someone so pathetic and worthless, therefore I'm leaving."
"Well Miss surely you must realise, if Harry is defeated and killed by the Dark Lord, the whole world is in the most terror you can imagine." You raise a hand.
"But you didn't let me finish Professor. I know the consequences and I can see Harry is really cared for but if he remains to shut out me and his friends… I will leave for sure and have no one stop me." She nods respectfully.
"Let me help you unpack." She pulls out a wand and swishes it in the air. Suddenly the mass from your bags are gone and you find they have been emptied and piled neatly in the corner.
"Professor, it's not right. She's an invasion of our privacy; she could watch us undress your something." You widen your eyes and find the argument very amusing. You clench you sides and fall backwards in a fit of laughter.
"Miss control yourself." You find it more amusing and once you have regained your breath, you say.
"No offence boys but, I'm not interested and besides, you really think that I like the idea of staying in a dorm of boys who fart for their own amusement!!" You laugh again and stand.
"Where's the bathroom, I-I- need you dunk my head in some cold water…" McGonagall pulls out her wand again and casts a shower over your head. The boys giggle and once they stop, you spit out some of the water and thank her.
"Now boys, it's only necessary that is here. Someone could attack Harry, or any of you for that matter. She has to be here because you are most vulnerable when you are not conscious. As for when you dress, I'm sure she'll ether leave the room or cover her eyes." She raises her eyes on you. You are ringing your hair out.
"Well obviously…" You make an understandable face and go to your draws and remove a towel. You rub your hair and then bring out your brush.
"It'll get easier as the year goes on, so please just try to get along. You all have to have some female contact once in your lives. We don't bite unless you upset us." She smiles faintly and walks out. You chuckle and put away our towel and brush.
As you turn back, there is an awkward silence and you shuffle your feet. You search for what to say and then you notice Harry is looking into your eyes. It is almost as if he is bewildered for what to do next.
You sigh and scratch your head. "Look, why don't we start again guys?" You can see that they are thinking it over and you think that they are incredibly slow. Soon, they all nod and you grin.
"Okay, hi - my names ." They then each take it in turns to reply.
You discover Dean and Seamus are the ones who stormed out of the room. There was also Neville; quite plump but had a thoughtful expression towards you. You smile and shake their hands.
You turn and Ron approaches you.
"I know we started off badly and I am sorry you being angry about your bird." You nod and reassure him that it no longer bothers you. You look toward Harry and he smiles, again with that same sadden expression.
"Could I see you alone," the rest of the boys make a pathetic 'oh…' sound and you step outside with Harry. He shuts the door behind you and moves to face you fully.
"I'm sorry for acting that way, I was out of line." He offers an open hand and you take it warmly.
"It's alright; I tend to fly off the handle sometimes. And I'm sorry for having a go at you like that. I judged you before I even knew you as a person and I'm sorry." He gins and blushes, his eye's sparkle through his rounded glasses.
You lean up and hug him, you can sense him stiffen. Eventually he returns and holds you quite close to him. You feel his heart pound against you and his warm breath on your neck. You feel as though you are flying.
Suddenly you come back to reality and you say. "Well, Mr. Potter I am completely at your service." You bow and he giggles boyishly.
"I'm glad." He opens the door for you and you grab your things shut the bed curtains to change.
Once you change you sit on the comfy bed and shout out.
"When you're all done just give us a shout." They answer and you pull out something from your pyjama pocket. It is the bracelet you made on one of your travels.
You remember weaving it; it took you three days to get it exactly how you wanted it. This bracelet was for someone you loved, the tradition was to wear it until there love faded for you and it would fall off their wrist. You place it back in your pocket and lie down against the sheets.
You suddenly notice a silhouette reflecting against your curtains. You realise that it's Harry's and you look away.
'No I can't look at him, no! Don't look, don't look,' but the more you think about it, the worse it gets. You can't help but look back over and you begin to memorise each curve of his chest.
"Owe!!" You yell, you had pinched yourself without noticing.
"Are you alright ?" Harry asks since he is closest to you. You rub your arm, he pokes his head through and you jump slightly. He chuckles.
"Don't do that!" He apologizes and asks again. You nod and cross you legs, trying hard not to stare at his chest which was half visible from your point of view. He can see you are uncomfortable and he dashes out, puts on a shirt and returns.
"Do you mind if I sit in with you?" You start to feel your heart racing and you suddenly feel flustered.
"S-sure." You stutter as he enters.
"They won't be too long." You smile and lean back on the wall.
"So, where do you go to school, if you do go to school?" You nod and tell him about the temple where you live. You talk about where you've travelled to and the interesting people that you've met.
"But, like I said before, I believe this is the most fascinating place I've ever been to." Harry seems very interested in what you had to say. He has a handsome grin on that you seem to melt in.
Suddenly Ron opens up the curtains. "Sorry, but we were done five minuets ago, we just wanted to check you two weren't up to anything you shouldn't be." He says with a sly look.
"Ron!" You both shout, feeling embarrassed. Harry moves from you bed and climbs into his own.
The boys start to put out their lights and settle for the night. You say goodnight to them and you slowly start to drift to sleep.
"," Harry whispers a few minuets later.
"Yeah?" You reply softly. You can see him prop himself on one elbow again. You start to feel a burning in your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach.
"I'm glad you're here and if I get out of line again, tell me. I-I I don't want you to leave." It's a good thing that it's dark - so he can't see how red you are.
"I'm glad to be here too Harry and don't worry, I won't leave, as long as you are here." You mumble back and prey that he didn't hear it.
The dawn came quickly and you rise before the boys. You get up and dress quickly, as you move to get your staff; you trip over your bag and stubble loudly.
"Fuck!" You mutter under your winded breath, you look around at the boys and Seamus seems to be awake.
"Sorry," you whisper, feeling bad for being so loud. He removes his covers and you notice that he looks over to Harry. Disgust was in his face; you narrow your eyes and reach for your hand carved pole.
"What are you doing?" He asks as to balance on one foot and raise yourself off the ground.
"Practicing my balance techniques." You see that he has pulled out his uniform and you turn from him.
You breathe deeply and lift your arms up, stretching every inch of your body; and then down again. You walk over to your bed, you can hear Seamus moving.
"So, what classes do you have first?" You look round when you hear no reply; Seamus was gone.
"Huh," you speak quietly and you lift your leg on the bed and stretch down. You place your head sideways, where you see Harry, sleeping as is he were a child.
His face is so relaxed and tranquil, his lips seem to be fuller and more supple.
"Mmmm," you hush quietly. You then shake your head of those thoughts and stretch your other leg.
', you mustn't keep thinking of him that way. The Masters forbid it, if I were to fall in love with him - I could end up killing yourself; and him...' Your thoughts trail away when you hear him rise.
"Morning Harry," you smile at his drowsy expression, he reaches for his glasses and mumbles and good morning back.
Soon, all of the boys were up and you proceeded down to the Common Room where you were to meet Hermione.
'What joy,' you thought as you remember her know-it-all personality.
"I can't believe that he's still pissed at me!" Say Harry as you descend the spiral stairs.
"Don't sweat Harry, you know Seamus, he just needs time to cool his head." Ron reassures and you nod.
"Yeah, I know that's how I'm like sometimes, by tonight, he'll probably forget the whole thing." You pat him on the back, he smiles at all of you.
"Thanks guys." You reach the bottom and you are suddenly seen by everyone in the room. At first you can't figure out why you were being watched.
Then it hits you, a girl coming down from the boy's dorms - with your hand on Harry's back and smiling. You slowly let it slip off of him and you follow them to the notice board, where Harry notices something.
'GALLONS OF GALLEONS!
Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?
Like to earn a little extra gold?
Contact Fred and George Weasley, Gryffindor common room,
For simple, part-time, virtually painless jobs.
(We react that all work is undertaken at applicant's own risk.)
You laugh and Ron tells you that his brothers are setting up a joke shop.
"We'll have to speak to them Ron." You all turn to see Hermione. Ron nods and introduces you again.
"Hermione, here is Harry's personal bodyguard." She scoffs and starts laughing. You stand still with a serious look on your face and wait till she stops.
"You! Are you really capable to protect Harry?! What can you do to protect him?" She chuckles and you smile crookedly.
"Keep speaking to me that way and you'll find out." You step forward and Ron stops you. She glances evilly at you, her gaze moves to Harry and asks if he is alright.
"Yeah, it's just Seamus thinks that I'm making up crap about Voldemort return," you see them shudder and you lean back against the sofa.
"I know, some of the girls are thinking the same." Harry shots his head up and starts to have a go at her also.
"Harry, don't fly off the handle." She moves her head back slightly in confusion and notices that he stops.
"Sorry." She forgives him and places a hand on his shoulder.
Seeing this make your very blood boil, you rapidly look around the room - everyone still proceeds to look at you and it dawns upon you…
Any one in the room could be working for Voldemort; you grab Harry's arm and pull him towards the door.
"I think we should go breakfast now…" You practically yank him out the door and down to the Great Hall.
"What was all that about?" Hermione asks as you enter.
"Ere, nothing, nothing." Harry looks at you worriedly and again, you say it is nothing.
You sit down at the table and the trio begin to talk to some Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. You aren't taking much notice, you are just eating your toast and looking around the hall.
Suddenly you catch eyes with a mysterious blonde boy. He's smirking at you, his steely eye's pierce into your soul and you feel quite allured by him.
"That's Draco Malfoy, Harry's arch nemesis." Ron speaks quietly. You nod and look back down at your toast, taking another bite.
Suddenly a paper falcon lands in front of you. You open it and it reads:
'Meet me at dinner, I want to know you better.
D. Malfoy.' You fold it back up and put it in your pocket. Looking up, you see him wink at you and leave with two other boys.
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