Harry and Ron had fallen asleep. Trelawney was talking, as usual, just to hear herself talk. "Broaden your minds. You must look beyond. The art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the Inner Eye." Ron snored. "Only then can you see. Try again. Now, what do we have here?" They woke up at that. Erin sighed watching them jump and rolled her eyes. Erin was about to say she would give it a try but someone else got to it first.

"May I give it a try?" Hermione asked Trelawney, from her spot sitting next to the boys.

Trelawney smiled. "Of course, my dear."

Erin looked at Hermione and mouthed. 'What are you doing?'

Hermione looked from Erin back to the crystal and gazed at it. She looked uncertain, but after a minute or two she spoke. "The Grim?" She answered, almost uncertainly to the Professor.

"My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class I sensed you did not possess the proper spirit…" She took Hermione's hand. "…For the noble art of divination. No, see there?" She traced a line on Hermione's hand. "You may be young in years, but your heart is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave."

Erin's mouth dropped open.

Hermione could not believe the nerve! Her face was positively sour, she stood up in a sudden huff and knocked the crystal off the table, immediately turning with a swish of her school robes to leave the classroom.

"Have I said something?" Trelawney asked.

Erin exchanged glances with Harry and Ron.

Trelawney looked at Erin. "What about you, my dear, did you see anything?"

Erin tried to smile but couldn't quite make it. "Uh, yeah, I saw a boy in it...a very good-looking boy and we were talking. That's what I saw."

Erin glanced at Harry trying to see if he got her hint or not. "You seem to be very attuned to the art, my dear, yes," She took Erin's hand. "In the blood." She let Erin's hand go. "No, Parvati, Lavender..." Erin watched her go and then turned her look on Harry.

Harry was watching Erin across the way; he smiled a little at her.

"Well?" She asked. "Are you going to start talking to me again?" Erin folded her arms across her chest. "Hmmm?"

Ron looked from Harry to Erin thinking this could get ugly. He opened his Divination book. "So, let's see if you see a good-looking boy in the ball and you are talking...oh yes, very interesting."

Harry didn't seem terribly put off. "I never planned to stop talking to you. The other night was just... " He sighed. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I had a lot on my mind."

"Well, you haven't spoken to me since then, I figured you had a lot on your mind, because I had a lot on mine. Dad, Buckbeak, you..." Erin ticked them off on her fingers. "We need to talk, you know, about more than just that."

Harry nodded. "Yeah... I know we do." He agreed.

Erin sighed. "And when are we going to do that? We are relatively alone at the moment."

"I don't know if the classroom is the right place for it." Harry said slowly.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Ok." She sighed. "Ron, you seem very interested in that Divination book."

Ron peaked over the edge. "Yes, very interested, I want to study it until the end of class, thank you." He went back behind it. He went over to the side and whispered. "Harry, you're an idiot, you know that right, mate?"

"Thank you, Ron." Harry answered flatly. If he was an idiot at least he was trying to be a careful one, they were still in the middle of class after all.

The bell rang and Erin gathered up her books into her bag. "I don't know what's wrong with that girl, I can't blame her though. You have some time now, Harry?"

"Yeah, sure thing." Harry said.

"Great." Erin said.

Ron and Harry were walking down the stairs from Divination. "She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see." Erin rolled her eyes at Ron's comment.

Harry saw the Divination Crystal that Hermione had carelessly knocked away earlier in class. "Hang on. We better take this back." He said, looking at Ron and Erin as he picked it up.

"I'm not going back." Ron said.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Ron."

Harry shook his head. "Fine, I'll be right back." Harry said, leaving them and taking the crystal back into the classroom. He called for the Professor but she was nowhere to be seen so he set the crystal on the nearest table. Ready to leave until, he thought he heard something... or... no… perhaps saw something. Harry gazed into the crystal.

Erin watched Harry go up the stairs. "Well, I'm off." Ron said.

"Ron!" Erin said scolding him.

"See ya, later, Erin. Have fun with Harry!"

"Oh, you!"

Erin went up the stairs after Harry but suddenly outside of Trelawney's door her shoulder started to hurt badly.

Harry gazed deeper and deeper into the crystal. Someone calling his name, far away, he saw the familiar face like a ghost in the crystal and could barely take his eyes off it, not until a hand came down on his shoulder startling him. It was Professor Trelawney.

She spoke in a voice quite unlike her own, deep and dark. "HE WILL RETURN TONIGHT."

"Sorry?" Harry asked.

"TONIGHT HE WHO BETRAYED HIS FRIENDS WHOSE HEART ROTS WITH MURDER SHALL BREAK FREE. INNOCENT BLOOD SHALL BE SPILT AND SERVANT AND MASTER SHALL BE REUNITED ONCE MORE." Trelawney started hacking and seemed to come out of her trance. She seemed to see Harry for the first time. "Oh, I'm so sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?"

Harry looked aghast. "Nothing. Good day, Professor." He barely got out, turning and leaving as quickly as possible, he almost ran straight into Erin on the way out.

Erin was standing there clutching her shoulder, her face contorted in pain. "Harry..."

Harry was as bewildered to see her this way as his encounter in the classroom. "Erin? What's wrong?" He asked, reaching out to steady her.

"I don't know." She said. "My scar...it's just...it's burning..."

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital wing?" He asked, knowing it probably wouldn't do much good. When his scar hurt him it wasn't really something anyone could help. It was more like a warning.

"No." Erin said. She was trying to undo the tie and the top buttons on her shirt. She finally managed it and pulled it back to look at her scar. "Man…" She said when she saw it was all red and bleeding.

Harry looked worriedly at the scar, holding onto her while he place one hand over the scar hoping that would stop the blood flow if he applied pressure to it. "You need to be seen by someone. I don't know what to do about this by myself." Harry said. "Keep your hand there." He said, placing her hand over the scar and then did something surprising. He picked her up and proceeded to carry her down the stairs.

"Harry, please, I don't need to be seen by anyone." She couldn't help herself though. "Is this what needs to happen for me to get this close to you?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked as he continued down the many stairs.

"Harry, we really need to talk and I can just bandage this up or something. Ok? Come on. This has happened to you and you know perfectly well they can't do anything." Erin reached up and touched his scar.

Harry stopped when they reached the nearest landing, still having a ways down to go, but he knew somewhere in the rational part of his mind she was probably right. He looked out the high tower window beside them and then back to her. "Okay..." He said setting her down so that he could sit beside her. "Let's talk then."

Erin sighed. "Harry, you know how I feel about you, but I really have no idea how you feel about me. I feel like I am neither coming or going with you." Erin looked away from him not really sure what she was trying to say. Erin used her wand and bandaged her shoulder trying not to look at him.

Harry watched her, having went quiet by now. "I'm sorry..." He said. "I'm just... lately things have been strange. I guess I don't know what I'm doing." He admitted. "I mean you know I care... I like you-I mean more than like...I just...I guess I...don't know how to be open...about it." He struggled out, very honestly, somewhat foolishly, but honest. She could tell.

Erin sighed. "I know...just sometimes a girl needs to be told how her boyfriend-'I mean how the guy she likes feels. I, uh, hope I wasn't too forward the other day..." Erin bit her lip.

"No… I mean... I wasn't complaining or anything." He said with a light smile. "Ya know... it's just this kind of thing, it's all still new to me. I'm not sure how to do things. I mean what are we? If we both...feel the same should we be open about it? Boyfriend and… girlfriend? It doesn't sound so bad, but then I think about..." He paused, not knowing if he should go on at first. "I think about your...dad...You know what's to happen if we run into him again. If something bad happened, I just thought being closer to you...it would only hurt you and I don't want to hurt you, Erin. No matter what I think I don't want you to choose...I never knew my parents. Good or bad I don't want you not to be able to... somehow know yours... if it's at all possible to now." Harry admitted to her.

"Harry..." Erin swallowed and tried to hold back her tears. "I saw him that night. I couldn't do anything. I just stood there and stared at him and he just stared at me until he just ran. Harry, I just don't want to lose you, I can't stop my feelings no matter how hard I try. I hate this. I just hate it. I know I will have to choose but I can't lose you. I just don't know what to do."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere if I can help it and I won't leave you. But I can't make the decision for you and I wouldn't want to even if I thought I could." Harry said to her, pulling her into his arms.

Erin put her head down onto his chest and closed her eyes for a moment. "I just wish that we didn't have to deal with all this. You know I had a dream last night that Voldemort never came into our lives. And we were all together and happy. The only time I am happy is when I with you though, Harry. All during the holidays I wish I was with you and then I come to school and I am. But since the boggart I have been so much happier, even though we seem to go back and forth. I-I just want to stay like this..."

"Then... we will be." Harry said over the top of her head. "The truth is...the way you feel. It's how I feel too. I'm just sorry I couldn't really tell you before."

Erin smiled. "Are you happy, Harry?"

Harry was quiet for a moment, but then he nodded a little and had to smile to. "Yeah...I am actually."