A/N: Hello, I forgot to add a very important point in the pervious chapter. I don't know how I forgot! Elwyn can't go on the field trip the day after next too! Tomorrow she's still in the Hospital Wing but they day after she'll be released but won't go on the field trip! Enjoy, sorry I forgot!
"What did Professor Dumbledore say to you?" Elwyn asked.
"What? Oh, he said I couldn't go to the dragon breeding grounds the day after next." Harry said sitting on his bed.
"Me too, it wouldn't be wise given I won't be fully recovered. Can you not go because of who you are?" she asked sincerely.
Harry nodded wishing he could ask who she was and why she was calling Dumbledore uncle, and why she needed protecting.
"I'm sorry being you has prevented you from doing something, I could only imagine what that must be like." Elwyn said but Harry was looking down at his feet.
"Could you?" Harry asked looking up wondering again who this girl was.
"Well yes, I could only imagine." Elwyn insisted.
Harry quickly looked down again realizing what he had said.
Elwyn looked away and they sat in silence for a few moments before she said: "Harry!"
"What?" he looked up.
"We kissed."
"I know?" Harry asked not quite sure what to say. Had she forgotten?
"That's not a good thing." Elwyn said seriously.
Harry wanted to say it wasn't a bad thing and wanted her to understand he wanted to kiss her. But Harry only gave her a look of confusion.
"Harry, you're with Hermione, not me. We shouldn't have but-" Elwyn said strongly.
"But?" Harry sat down on her bed looking deep into her eyes. She tried to look away but always brought herself back to him.
"Would you ever say you cared for me?" Harry asked quietly.
"No," Elwyn smiled a bit, "I just kissed you. But Harry, You-are-going-out-with-Hermione-Granger. Do you want leave her and let Ron…"
Harry slouched a bit and turned away he understood now. Hermione was just a diversion. She did care for him. He felt it. But whatever Dumbledore was warning her against was keeping her from him. He would have said he wasn't in love with Hermione. He knew now he never truly was in love, neither was he in love with Cho, neither of them brought the feelings Elwyn brought. But it was causing her such pain, couldn't she put it aside-
"Harry," She said softly, "don't put yourself through this, don't bring me into this."
She certainly did a good job of making him feel guilt about Hermione. But he still couldn't understand the source of pushing him away. He looked back to her. He knew he wanted to kiss in this moment. This moment. He had leaned in and she had tried to shiver away but-
"Elwyn!" A voice screamed through the room. Harry quickly pulled away and looked around to find no one but them. But then through the door he saw Madam Pomphery scurry in. Harry quickly got up. "Why are you awake? You have to sleep if you want to feel half-decent in the morning! Look at you pale as a sheet!"
Harry looked to see Elwyn sicklier then he had ever seen. Madam Pomphery pushed Elwyn under her blanket and she closed her eyes. Turning to Harry she asked, "How are you feeling? Better?"
"Yes." Harry nodded.
"Good, but you should stay here tonight, you might wake up a little queasy from the Griffin's Tea." Harry nodded and Madam Pomphery continued, "Professor McGonogall wishes to see you in her office to give you and Elwyn the work you missed and will be missing."
Harry entered her office feeling nervous for whatever reason. She didn't look up from her candle lit work, "Sit down, Potter."
"But I'm only here to pick up our homework-"
"Sit." Professor McGonogall said trying to gently place down her quill to suppress her emotion. And at her simple and curt command Harry reluctantly complied by sitting on the frozen, slimy, tall back leather chair. "So I understand you dueled Miss Elwyn Artensen."
"Yes, but under Professor Dumbledore's supervision-"
"I can see you followed his rules well." McGonogall looked out from behind her glasses.
"If you're going to take away points-" Harry began but she cut him off again.
"Professor Dumbledore has already taken care of points. I must only impress upon you the seriousness of attaching another student." McGonogall said in that same quick, simple tone, "Especially our newest student, Elwyn."
"What's so special about her? Why do people keep bringing her up?" Harry asked imitating her tone poorly.
"You attached a student, naturally their name would be repeated to enforce the seriousness to you. You may go Mr. Potter." McGonogall curtly dismissed him.
Harry quickened his pace to the Hospital Wing determined to confront Elwyn about Dumbledore and McGonogall. Why where they protecting her so?
He stormed in ready to fire questions. His mind was pulsing as his blood throbbed though him making his breath quicken into shallow, irregular breathes. But the moment he opened the door an aura of calmness pulsed right through him when he saw the exhausted Elwyn sleeping with one hand tenderly on her stomach and the other amidst her hair above her pillow.
He couldn't now. Damn it. He wouldn't wake her. He quietly placed the books on the nightstand and stood beside her looking deep into her pale face. She seemed to be barely breathing, only taking in a breath every ten seconds. He reached for her pale cheek and the moment his rough hand grazed her cheek his stomach purged through his mouth only stopped by his fragile lips. He quickly turned to the bucket and released his vomited into it.
His ears quickly filled with the echoes of his bile and his knees bent to kneel beside the bucket. As it subsided a gentle touch reached his back. Looking to his left he saw Elwyn wrapped in a nightgown with her knees tucked to her chest beside him.
"I'm sorry." Elwyn said offering the extra cloth of her sleeve.
"Why?" Harry asked as he refused her sleeve.
"I just am." She said quickly wiping his mouth with a sigh.
Harry turned looking as deep into Elwyn's eyes as she would allow him. But she then looked back into the depths of his eyes piercing through him. He wanted to look away but her eyes held his gaze.
But then Elwyn looked away when she realized what she was doing and stood up. Harry rose with her and when she looked up to him again she turned away again. But Harry took her arm and turned her back to him. But she surprised him by turning back with a smile and then pulled away to return to bed.
"Elwyn…" Harry said.
"Harry, I'm really tired. I'm going to sleep." She said sliding awkwardly under her covers.
"I just got our homework." Harry tried as he gestured to the hefty pile of books.
"She needs rest Mr. Potter." A stern Madam Pomphery echoed through the wing.
Elwyn closed her mouth and nodded to herself as Harry turned with the same dissatisfied nod. She fell under her covers to sleep.
Harry tried to do homework but was lackadaisical about it and was easily distracted. But sooner or later he felt his eyes droop and the lights of the hospital wing faded from a dull golden warmth to the reflected, shinning darkness of his dreams.
Alas the impatient drown of sleep engulfed him and as he wandered about sleep and a dream took him
Clouds suspended overhead were plastered in the wind of the perfect blue sky. He felt himself in the most peaceful field of all existence. Lying there, blades of grass tickled and itched him as the sun's rays enveloped him in a light blanket. Canary flowers bobbed about him from their long green stems while the played in the wind, which delivered their sugary scent to Harry's nose. He turned on his side and saw another patch of matted grass beside his. A girl, hand gingerly over her stomach and the other weaving grass in and out of its fingers. Harry did not see who it was until she opened her eyes. It was Elwyn. She took a slow blink and said:
"Harry."
"Yes?" he felt himself say.
"I think-"
"Don't." Harry said softly as he found himself hover over her while his arms propped himself up on either side of her. "Don't think now, not here."
He kissed her without guilt. And then he felt this could truly be together, here in a tale of happy lovers. But it was then Elwyn who gently pulled her lips from his.
"Harry… I think you're love of your friends will betray you." Elwyn said seriously through sorrowful eyes.
Harry didn't understand. Why was that so important to her?
"Don't worry," Harry brushed it off with a smile and a gentle kiss.
"Harry." She said more powerfully, "I tried to warn you. I tried to keep you away from me. They started to come when they found out. I'm sorry, but you have to fight now."
"What?" Harry asked in disbelief as he rose back up.
"He's here." Elwyn said following him up.
As the words left her mouth her scare pierced quickly in a cold throb. He stood up grabbing his head in pain, pressing on it to relieve the immense pressure. When he opened his eyes the Dark Lord stood before him, cloaked. He spoke, but the words were incomprehensible through the rage and pain.
But Elwyn stood from their paradise and fired at Voldemort. The blot was far too quick and potent causing the evil presence to a stumble a moment. Harry's rage throb through him he followed with another quick and potent blot. But he heard the Dark Lord smirk. Voldemort use an unforeseen force raising his skeletal arms to pull Elwyn violently to him. She froze in the air hovering before him with her hands glued to her sides. Harry took his rage in effort to run to Elwyn but the skeletal arm of Voldemort shot towards him sealing his feet to the ground. He laughed turning his hood towards Elwyn. He took a shaking finger and ran in along the subtle curve of her chin leaving a trail of blood. He spoke intimately.
"Sorry my dear, Harry isn't going to take our advice. I know we've warned him. I know, I know you can only do so much. Say hello to the others for me won't you darling?"
Elwyn's mouth was shaking in rage though it was sealed shut. The hood emitted a red aura, released Elwyn and disappeared through a portkey. Harry's initial reaction was to follow Voldemort, but as he began to passed Elwyn he had to stop, she was still alive.
She smiled, "Go, he's using me. Go."
"No, I'm not leaving you." Harry gingerly touched her mangled body.
"Harry, you always feel too much… " She said with difficulty.
"I'd rather feel than live in loneliness," Harry said quickly. "Elwyn, hold on."
Elwyn smiled touching his face weakly. Her body died under her until her smiled was replaced with the gaze of the dead. But when Harry looked again at the body it was Hermione. Harry took a second glance in disbelief, but when he looked back to the portkey he saw it glow red, calling him. It was not over he left Hermione and went to the portkey consumed in the red aura.
Harry jolted up feeling as though he had been falling. The red faded into the blue moon lit Hospital Wing. He caught his breath looking around his eyes adjusted to the blue stone and his gaze instinctively fell on Elwyn. He saw her silhouette stir and sit up.
"You woke at last." He heard a smile in her voice; "You were talking for a while. It sounded like a nightmare."
Harry's cheeks burned as he tried to remember what he said. Did he ever say her name? None of that happen…I was a dream and Elwyn now felt a million miles away. Would she ever kiss him freely?
Harry got up; his mind was drowning within itself. He paced quickly. Who was she? Why was she invading his thoughts so much?
"Harry?" She asked in the distance. He stopped looking to her moon lit face. Her face…her eyes he knew but the moon cast a pale blue upon the side of her face… a shadow. One that Harry had not noticed before…along the subtle curve of her chin… it was a scar! "Harry, what was the dream about?"
He quickly approached her sitting on her bed. "How long have you had this?" Harry delicately traced the scar at which she shivered and pulled away.
"A long time. Harry. Why? What does that have to do with-"
"In my dream, my nightmare, you were there," Harry nodded looking to her eyes. She blushed looking away again, she remember the intimate beginning of the dream. "Elwyn," Harry called her back, "Voldemort gave you this exact scar in my dream."
"Voldemort…" Elwyn nodded running her fingers back and forth across her scar.
"Elwyn?" Harry asked pulling her from a memory. "Where did you get that scar?" He asked afraid to reveal something else about this girl.
"What was the dream about?" She asked quickly.
"Where did you get the scar?" Harry darted.
"Tell me about the dream." She pressed.
No he wanted to know. He hated her hiding. "The scar first." He quickly drew on his anger.
"No."
"Tell me." He encroached upon her space.
"Harry, I won't."
"Please." He grunted rudely.
"I can't. I doesn't matter."
"I matters to me." He threw himself upon her. They fell together onto the bed, certainly different than the dream.
Elwyn looked up to Harry in fear as he quickly breathed over her. Tears formed on the edges of couple's eyes. She was so frail and the blush left her checks. Harry used such force. She breathed quickly in panic. Was he going to hurt her? With those eyes she feared he would.
"Voldemort. Harry, Lord Voldemort gave it to me when I was little." She panicked and told the truth. The moment she did the fear of her eyes grew. Harry didn't move and she had revealed one of many things she promised never to say and to Harry, the one who it effected the most…
Neither moved, they dare not even breathe. Harry's eyes remained deathly open as he stayed above Elwyn who was sinking into the bed.
"Elwyn. What do you have to do with Voldemort? With Dumbledore? Elwyn?" Harry asked quickly.
She looked straight into his eyes. No lie could suffice. She couldn't tell him. She wouldn't. She tired to sit up. But Harry held himself where he was. Elwyn tried again to push up through him. She was so close, but it was not in intimacy that Harry found her near him. He took in a painful breath and let her up. He came away swiftly but Elwyn shook. Harry quickly helped her to sit up; she was still injured after all. She pushed him away, but he gently pulled her closer. She wanted to fight.
"Don't fight me, Elwyn." He knew that he had no idea who she was but he still drew her to him and consoled her.
She let him hold her. She wanted to stay forever. She wanted to be with him. But no, she pulled away, kissed him on the check and left the Hospital Wing. Harry ran after her. He found her in the hall. He took her arm and turned her to him.
"Harry, I have to go." Elwyn said seriously, "I have to speak with Dumbledore. I am so sorry I can't tell you. It's for your own good…my good…for goodness sake it's for the good of all the students here. Leave me. I'm sorry." She pulled away.
Harry refused her apology. He stopped, turned her slowly in a wide turn so she would lock eyes with him. He pulled her and kissed and a strong sweet kiss. She accepted it allowing him to open her mouth. When Harry pulled away he was surprised he didn't have to keep her from fleeing.
"Elwyn I care do about you."
At that she quickly nodded and disappeared into the darkness.
A/N: I know this is probably the last thing you ever want to hear from an author, but I seriously doubt my ability to update within a few days as usual. Most likely a week. Enjoy! Just put me on your author alert I promise it won't be like a month like some.