Chapter four A Turn Around the Wrong Corner

That night Devon couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned for hours and as hard as she tried, she could not fall asleep.

"Well this is pointless," Devon whispered to herself.

She sat up in her bed and looked around the room. Never had she noticed, that for the six, now seven years she attended Hogwarts she never was noticed by the girls she shared a dorm with. Brushing that depressing thought from her mind, Devon stepped out of bed and headed down to the common room. When she got there, the embers in the fire were slowly dying and the room slowly started to darken. The crackle of dying embers was the only sound given off in the room when Devon got down there.

Time passed slowly, as Devon sat staring out the window where she wished she could be normal. Yes, nobody knew her as The Girl Who Lived, but all the same, the teachers treated her along with Harry, as if they were glass bound to break at any moment.

"It's not fair," Devon thought to herself, letting a single tear stroll down her cheek. "It's not fair, why did he do this? Why can't I be normal, why can't I be…?" But Devon's thoughts were interrupted by soft footsteps bounding down the boy's staircase.

All of Devon's buzzing thoughts seemed to pause in that short time of wonder, and she became very grateful for this person. But later when she saw who it was, more buzzing thoughts came to head, most of them expressing pity and grief. Harry looked troubled and confused, which caused Devon to feel for him. At least she wasn't in the news all the time like Harry she thought, sympathy growing inside her every second she looked at him.

Without looking around the room, he walked over to the couch by the fireplace and sat down. He seemed to be deep in thought, but the urge to talk to him was eating Devon alive.

Harry's face was written with anger, and his emotions seemed to be going haywire. That though, gave Devon more pings of sympathy.

"Just go over there and talk to him. No why should I, and look it seems that he is deep in concentration." Devon debated with herself, not noticing that her feet were taking her over towards him.

"Excuse me, may I sit down here?" Devon asked, not knowing what she was doing.

Harry jerked his head away from the fireplace, and the shadows that were cast on his face made him look older.

"Is that," Harry said giving Devon a curious look.

"It's me Devon," she said sitting down beside Harry on the couch.

"It's nice to see you again," Harry said distantly barley covering his troublesome expression.

"Hey Harry, is everything alright, because I noticed that something seemed wrong, care to discuss it?" She offered, forgetting the insecurity she once had.

Harry shifted his gaze off of Devon and onto the floor; he lowered his head as if it would hide him from what he was going to say next. "No offence Devon, but I barely know you." He said, trying his hardest not to sound daft.

"I know," Devon said forcibly cheerful. "But even talking to strangers can help you I mean come on; nothing can be worse then…" But Devon caught herself right before she nearly spilled the beans about her own prophecy.

"Worse then what?" Harry started but quickly let the question slide, due to the uncomfortable looks from Devon.

"Nothing, just uh nothing," Devon stammered out.

Harry glanced up at Devon with a sly smile on his face.

"What?" Devon asked trying her hardest not to bust out laughing.

Harry just shook his head and straightened himself up as to impress someone. Devon felt obliged to do so too, so she too straightened her shoulders and looked Harry dead in the eye.

"My names Harry Potter and yours is?" Harry asked formally outstretching his hand.

Devon searched about the room as if looking for an answer to Harry's actions but really she was confused. When she finally decided to just mimic Harry's actions, she still felt bewildered about the swift change in discussions.

"Devon Cade nice to meet you," she said slowly as if trying the words while she said them.

"Well Devon I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

No longer could Devon hold it in, after Harry finished speaking Devon fell into hysterics and started clinging onto Harry so she wouldn't fall over. Harry right off the bat didn't understand why this was so funny, but after a few seconds he was joining in the laughter.

The two continued laughing and soon found that they were still wide awake in the wee hours of the morning.

"I think we better get some shuteye Devon," Harry said giving off an exhausting yawn.

"Amazingly I think your right," Devon chipped in and with very little intentions to get off the couch, slowly sat up.

Neither Devon nor Harry got up from their seats, after Devon had said her last comment and sat up, Devon laid her head absentmindedly on Harry's shoulder. Almost without warning, Devon was sleeping peacefully on Harry, and without as much as a little nudge off the shoulder, Harry too fell asleep to the rhythmic breathing of Devon's breaths.

"She's so beautiful," Harry thought when he awoke. "Her breaths are so short and sharp, I wonder what she's dreaming about." His mind added quickly, allowing all of his thought to fill with the presence of Devon.

With a little difficulty, Harry crept his way out from under Devon and ever so slightly stroked her face.

"What was that?" Devon asked herself alarmed, taking in short rapid breaths. "It can't be there is no way he is in here, no way at all." Noticing that she fell asleep in the common room, Devon shot her eyes open and hastily scanned the room. "No one is here," she thought, fully regaining her senses.

She got up in one swift movement and decided to go get ready for classes. Knowing it was very early; she declared that she could take a long hot shower which she never was able to take at home.

"This feels so good," Devon said quietly after stepping into the shower.

She finished cleaning and had two hours to spare until the other girls would start to stir.

"Uniform, now where did I put it?" She asked herself when she retreated to the dormitory. "I just had it last night but where."

"Devon is that you?" A girl whose voice was not very distinguishable questioned.

"Yeah, now go back to sleep," Devon reassured her.