About a three weeks had passed since the night on the tower. Harry and Guinivere had started taking the nightly strolls together, discuss sing anything and everything. She was particularly interested in his life with he Dursleys. She had a fascination with muggles as she told him. One night their subjects began to take a less trivial turn.
"Harry?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have like a way to reach the Order any time you need to?"
"Um, well not the headquarters but I guess I could just go to Dumbledore if I needed to. Why?"
"I was just thinking that you might need a way to be extra safe. I mean they probably worry a lot about you, if I was in the order I would worry about you. A lot."
"Nah I'm as safe here with Dumbledore" Harry wondered why Guinevere was so interested on his safety habits , but he was flattered that she would worry about him. But why would she has cause to worry, she didn't know or understand all the threats that he was facing. Or did she?
The nightly walks continued this was, rarely but occasionally they would talk about serious stuff. But Harry looked forward to talking her because she never mentioned studying like Hermione and she didn't constantly ask if he was ok or if he was sleeping better like Ron. And after the talks he was sleeping better. It was good to have someone to talk to about whatever he needed to. Guinevere never passed judgments on him, and rarely even made a negative comment.
The only thing that changed was that one night Hermione decided to follow Harry. She wanted to see where these midnight walks were going. As soon as she Saw Guinevere however she turned right around. Harry needed her , she could tell, he was doing a lot better, maybe a girlfriend was the answer to his problems, but she doubted it would solve everything.