Cry of a Restless Soul

Summary:
Chapter Seven up, one of the shorter chapters but some more stuff happens. Harry attends his first class and his first break, relationships are made and foreshadowed while a test looms just ahead for the protaginist; a test of logic and skill. A spell is mastered by two people and an old friend from a few chapters ago comes back with a vengeance.

Chapter 7:

The Heart of the Storm

"No more Sytherins!" A rejoiced Ron Weasley cried out the next day as they were handed their new timetables for their sixth year.

"You sure?" Harry said, straining to see his friend's timetable. "I've got one class with em', Herbology!"

"Oh, damnit you're right." The mood of the Great Hall this morning was rather lively, with the regular owls swooping in through the upper windows periodically, bringing sweets with them. Harry was quite surprised when Hedwig turned up with a small letter.

Harry automatically reached for it and ripped the top of the letter off. Ripping part of the letter as well.

"Good going Harry." Hermione said from next to him, not looking at him, but feeding herself some breakfast sausages. Harry pulled out the not ripped part of the letter and stared at the unfamiliar handwriting.

Check your pocket.

The Boy-who-lived felt his empty right hand slide into his right pocket; there he felt the letter that Dumbledore had given him the previous night. He pulled out the folded letter and opened it.

I'm poisoned, come and bring what I need.

"Uh?" Harry felt himself say, drawing the attention of his two friends.

"What Harry?" Ron and Hermione said in unison and Harry put the second letter on the table where they could both read it.

"This is from Dumbledore right?" Harry nodded.

"Does he mean it? He didn't look that sick yesterday did he?" Ron said with his usual unsure tone.

"Of course he doesn't mean it." Hermione answered coolly, turning back to her sausages. "This is just Dumbledore's way of telling you the password to his office. Harry felt his gaze move from Hermione's face to the letter in his hand.

If Hermione was right; then was the password…

"Antidote?" Harry spoke abruptly. Looking up to his two friends gazes. "Antidote, is that the password?"

"Doesn't Dumbledore usually have candies for passwords?" The Weasley said.

"Y-yeah he does… is there a candy that is used for an antidote?" Harry asked Hermione in particular, she didn't look up at Harry's questioning look, but continued to munch on her breakfast. She then swallowed, and put down her utensils, tucking a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear, she rotated her head to Harry.

"There's chocolate you know." She told him, the only Potter here nodded slightly. "Chocolate's great for relaxing someone."

"Yeah…" Harry felt himself say, though at that moment he noticed Parvati Patil walking out of the great hall, she turned to face Harry's gaze, smiling widely and lifting a hand up to wave at him. He felt himself nod in response and she disappeared behind the great doors.

"Something going on between you two?" Hermione asked him, having noticed his little interaction with the girl.

"Hm?" Harry mumbled absently. In response, the brown haired girl shook her head sadly.

"We need to go soon." She said rising and placing her utensils on her empty plate. "Class is starting in about… ten minutes." Harry rose after her, picking up his bag and walking towards the Great Hall doors that Parvati had just exited a second ago.

"What's the hurry Hermione?" The Potter heard his friend moan in protest. "What about th-"

"Come on Ron; forget about food for once will you? Harry's almost gone alread…" Harry couldn't hear anything more from his two friends, true he didn't put much effort in hearing their conversation but he could blame the fact that he was quite focused on his meeting with Dumbledore.

"You can't visit him now you know." Harry turned ninety degrees to see Hermione running to catch up with him, Ron just behind him; still chewing on something. "Classes begin in about…"

"I know Hermione." Harry spared his friend the pain of looking at the time on her wrist watch. "I wasn't thinking about the meeting anyway." He knew that Hermione could see through the lie but he chose to ignore that; instead choosing to walk away from them, towards their first class: defence against the dark arts.

The sixth year students couldn't say they were exactly… excited about defence against the dark arts any longer, owing to their previous year no doubt, with the scoundrel like teacher, Dolores Umbridge, though when the young Wizards and Witches entered their first N.E.W.T leveled class, they were surprised by the dark atmosphere.

No fire burned within the classroom except a single, minute, candle placed on the edge of each desk. The students found their way around, fumbling onto the desks, clearly not used to the dark, though Harry, thanking his visit to Hermione's basement, was quite used to looking around in the dark, finding small things that the eye could not see in the dark.

"Darkness," the word came out suddenly and sternly, silence fell around the classroom quickly. Each student was at a desk, though Harry had no idea who was sitting next to him on either side. "Knowing where you are in the dark is a skill necessary to Muggle or Wizard alike. If no candles are lit in a room with a Death Eater inside, he probably knows where you are, but not vise-versa." Fires erupted al around the classroom, illuminating it for the first time. Harry noticed that Hermione was currently sitting next to him, an awed expression on her face.

"I am Professor Schmitz," the German Wizard said, drawing the attention of the classroom back to him. "I am here to teach you the necessary things, when your wand is not available, what would you do?

"I am going to start off with a little test, not today!" He added hastily, hearing the groans go off. "Your next class with me is… Wednesday is it not? Today is Monday correct?" Nods accompanied each question. "Yes, yes so you have Tuesday to find one partner in the class. This test will be rather interesting… our headmaster has praised this class quite well, and that was before some of you dropped out of the course.

"Now then," he clasped his hands together, Harry noticed he was still cloaked and hooded so Harry could not see his expression. "For the remainder of this class, I think I will teach you a spell that might come in handy tomorrow. Can anyone tell me what the purpose of the Impedimenta jinx is?" Hermione immediately raised her hand. The hooded face of Aran Schmitz moved to her. "Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"When the Impedimenta jinx is used on another individual; the receiver is either slowed down or totally immobilized."

"Very good, everyone in this room should know that jinx already so I won't reward you for knowing it. I am going to teach you all a more advanced form of this spell. The Duration jinx, most, if not all, of you have not heard of this jinx correct?" Murmurs and nods came from every desk. "The Duration jinx is used to either speed up or slow down an object, you can completely freeze the target, or you can speed it up so much that it will faint." Laughs replied this statement and Harry knew that there was a slight grin on their Professor's face.

"That may sound like fun but imagine if you're the recipient. Running around like a maniac, no idea how to control your speed." The laughs died away fairly quickly. Harry was suddenly reminded of their fourth year, when their teacher showed the class what the Imperius curse was. "The incantation is simple enough, Durane." The professor aimed it at a spinning globe at the side of the room, when the blue ball, that was the spell, hit the globe; it suddenly slowed down to a stop.

"This takes practice of course, but remember; to practice what needs practicing. For instance, if you are having trouble with the wand motions, practice only those."

"That's good advice actually." Hermione said from beside Harry. "You wanna practice together?" Harry nodded, turning his chair to face her.

"You go first, I wouldn't mind watching your movements, because… well you'd probably get it more right then me." Harry said truthfully just as she was lifting her wand.

"Remember to think what you want to do to your target!" Their professor's stern voice called out from the other end of the classroom, where he was examining Parvati and Lavender's progress. "This spell takes both concentration and knowledge!"

"How do you reckon those two got here?" Harry asked Hermione, nodding his head to Parvati and Lavender.

"Ran out of other things to take no doubt," The Boy-who-lived replied with a hearty laugh at this. "Anyway, here I go Harry. DURANE!" Harry felt the spell hit his chest; nothing could have prepared him for this feeling, blissful yet secure. His mind was closed to others, yet when he opened his eyes everything was moving…

"Slowly," Harry finished his unsaid thoughts. "Hermione made me slow!" Harry watched Hermione's slightly blurry and distorted expression change from a frown to a wide smile very slowly. He rose, taking about thirty seconds to do so. He lifted a leg, though was surprised when his leg wouldn't come off the ground, he frowned, looking at the ground at his foot. His foot then rose quite suddenly and slowly, Harry was caught off balance and he fell to the floor.

Dizzy, he could now hear clear laughs coming from all around the classroom. He lifted his head and shook it, no longer in slow motion.

"You alright Harry?" Hermione's voice flowed into Harry's right ear; he looked up at her wide smiled expression.

"Y-yeah I'm fine, good job by the way." He used his collapsed chair as a boast to get up from the floor.

"I assume Ms. Granger was successful on her first attempt?" Harry rotated his head to see his professor, no longer hooded, smiling, fairly white teeth showing. Harry nodded mutely in response. "Very good indeed, ten points to Gryffindor. Now then, Mr. Potter, if you will…?"

Harry sat down across from Hermione, lifting his wand to point at her face. He concentrated on getting revenge; he decided to speed her up, thinking about a cheetah running across a barren field. Then the words came out of his mouth effortlessly.

"DURANE!" The blue ball hit her chest, gasping slightly, she fell backwards; off her chair. Then was up in a flash, her head darting back and forth, she turned, ending up at the other side of the classroom because of the simple gesture. Harry let out a loud laugh, watching Hermione's speedy journey around the small classroom, a simple blur moving at amazing speeds.

"Ennervate," the revival spell brought Hermione back to her normal speed, breathing heavily, she glared at Harry's gleeful expression. "Excellent work Harry, take another ten points. Now class, continue practicing the spell, and do not worry if you cannot do it on the first attempt as with these two. Class dismissed."

As the class filed out, Harry couldn't help but smile at his success at the advanced spell. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought.

"See? You're not that bad are you?" DA's leader turned to see his female best friend dashing towards him. He stood his ground, waiting for his friend, the rest of the class quickly faded away in the distance.

"What kept you?" Harry asked her, starting to walk beside her.

"Hm? Oh, I was talking with Ar- I mean… Professor Schmitz." Harry smiled down at her but it disappeared at her sad expression.

"Something wrong?" Harry observed in a question form.

"N-nothing," The Witch replied rather quickly. Harry gave her a slight grin and she sighed. "It's just… I seem to be slipping a bit haven't I?"

"You have? Oh right you have." Hermione snorted at this response, and Harry let out another hearty laugh. "Sorry – it's just… you know…" Harry laughed again at the unusual awkward situation between Hermione and him.

"Oh yeah, did you use that diary I gave you?" Harry shrugged slightly, staring absently at a Witch being clubbed by a Troll while a Goblin threw gold coins at it.

"I used it once, but then… yeah, stuff happened and…"

"You stopped using it?" Harry nodded, turning a corner and following his friend. "What class do we have next anyway?"

"Well I have Potions, so that means you must be on a break…" Harry frowned; pulling out his timetable, sure enough there was a blank spot on the second period of Monday.

"Shouldn't you be down in the dungeons by now?" Harry said; looking up to Hermione's frightened expression. She dashed off a second later without saying another word.

A second later, Harry thought, he was in his dormitory, looking at Ron who seemed to be gazing gleefully at…

"Ron what're you doing with that!" Harry ran to him and snatched the stone away from him, though it shone quite brightly, Harry had never seen it outside of the purple satchel it had come in, after Ron had given it to him at Hermione's house; Harry had shoved it inside of his trunk and forgot about it completely. Now Harry found himself staring at it, how did it manage to twinkle that brightly so majestically?

"Hey! Give it back!" This yell made Harry forget about the twinkling stone for a second, he looked back at Ron's greedy eyes and frowned.

"No Ron, this thing is anything but good news." Harry found the purple bag at the edge of Ron's four poster. He took it and jostled the stone into it, it seemed like the stone did not want to go in. Harry finally closed the lid of his trunk, leaving the stone in the dark, along with his invisibility cloak and his Quidditch gear.

"H-Harry… I'm… I'm sorry." Ron stuttered, looking crestfallen.

"Oh come on Ron." Harry said, feeling quite awkward in comforting his friend. "From what I've seen in the Wizarding world, a lot of stuff is dangerous and tempting. For instance, that amulet Luna showed you on the way here."

"What amulet…?" The Weasley asked in confusion, and then realization dawned on his face. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that, it's made from something Veela anyway."

"Exactly; you've got to get away from all of this stuff, this stone is nothing good. I know you gave it to me as a present, and I'm grateful for that." Harry breathed, sitting down on the edge of his own four poster. "But, really, I was planning on leaving it there; at the bottom of my trunk where it can't do any harm."

"What do you make of it anyway?" Ron asked, lying down on his back.

"Hm? The stone?" Ron nodded. "I don't know. It seems quite… ridiculous I suppose. Hermione may be wrong in the whole soul thing but, you know Hermione, she's always right."

"Ridiculous is right, a soul sucking rock that draws people to it!" Harry snorted and Ron burst out in laughter. "Where do you reckon Hermione found out about this stone anyway?" Ron's voice had a certain urgent edge to it.

"Probably found it in some book." Harry said absently. "Oh, you want to be my partner for the test thing?"

"T-test thing? What test?" Ron stuttered, sitting up straight, a look of panic on his face. Harry sighed heavily at this.

"The test for defence against the dark arts!"

"Oh… oh that." Ron shook his head, looking quite depressed again. "Neville and I are partners, he asked me during class… I-I was sitting next to him…"

"Oh… oh alright," Harry said, knowing he still had a partner in mind. "I'll just be with Hermione then."

"Lucky." Ron snarled slightly. Harry raised his eyebrows at this comment.

"Me?" Harry said in confusion.

"Yeah, you and Hermione are the best at defence against the dark arts, you're going to be… be the best." Ron said, looking away from him.

"Come on Ron, do you want me to partner up with someone like… like Parvati!"

"N-no not really…" Ron said quietly.

"Then shut up alright!"

"YOU SHUT UP!" Ron was on his feet, rage burning on his face. "I AM SO TIRED OF YOU AND HERMIONE ALWAYS BEING THE BEST! YOU ALWAYS FORGET ABOUT ME! YOUR 'OTHER' FRIEND, WHAT AM I? A SIDE ATTRACTION!"

"YOU'RE THE IDIOT RON!" Harry's voice now matched Ron's in tone and volume. "WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK HERMIONE AND I HAVE SOMETHING FOR EACH OTHER! WE'RE ALL FRIENDS RON! NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS WE'RE ALL, ALL THREE OF US, ARE GOING TO BE TOGETHER!"

"H-Harry… I'm… I'm sorry." Ron's defeated voice said quietly, sitting back down. "C-can I just be by myself for a bit?"

"Yeah… yeah sure Ron," Harry said, breathing heavily. "Remember that we're all friends okay? No matter what happens alright?" Ron nodded, mumbling something Harry didn't hear.

Harry found himself staring at the unlit fire, wondering what he did wrong in there. He was quite thankful that Voldemort chose not to make an appearance there. Just then, the portrait door opened and Harry found himself staring at a tired looking Hermione Granger.

"Oh, hey Harry," she said, plopping herself down onto her favorite red stuffed chair. "How was your break?" Harry snorted at this and her slight smile was gone instantly.

"Ron and me…"

"Got in an argument?" Harry nodded and she sighed heavily. "I thought Ron and I had a lot of arguments!"

"He's got this impression that we're distancing ourselves from him though!" Harry said abruptly and loudly.

"Well we have haven't we?" Harry looked up at her with a disbelieving expression plastered on his face.

"W-we have?" Harry stuttered quietly, suddenly sounding a lot like Ron.

"Yeah… yeah we have. You came to my house instead of going to the Burrow. You and I always sat next to each during meals and classes…"

"Don't we always?" Harry said and she nodded slightly. "I don't see what's so different about us compared to the previous years."

"Ron's thinking differently, that's it." Hermione said with a finishing tone. "By the way, getting away from Ron for a moment, you want to be partners with me for that test?"

"Y-yeah sure… this is what Ron was complaining about though."

"What? Us being partners?" Harry nodded.

"Like I said before, he thinks we're distancing ourselves from him." The Boy-who-lived said sadly, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

"So that's all you did during your first break?" Harry nodded at this comment.

"I wanted to schedule the first DA meeting but then I found Ron in the dorm…" Harry stopped.

"Found Ron in the dorm?" Hermione repeated, sounding quite confused.

"Staring at that Stone of the Condemned or whatever,"

"Stone of the Damned," Hermione corrected. "Why was he staring at it?"

"How should I know!" Harry yelled out, startling Hermione. "I-I'm sorry."

"It's alright; like you said, we're all on the edge nowadays, just calm down, nothings going to be accomplished if you keep yelling at every little thing." With this said, Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"I don't know why he was staring at it… but maybe it was…" Harry made some random hand motions, trying to convey what he meant through gestures rather then words.

"Drawing him to it?" Hermione seemed to understand Harry's gestures, for he smiled.

"Yeah… yeah I suppose. A lot of stuff in this world is dangerous. That's what I told him anyway."

"Why'd you leave him in there with the stone then?" Harry stood up abruptly, an alarmed expression on his face. "W-wait, let me go."

"Yo… you? Why you?" Harry said a slight panic edge in his voice.

"He'd rather see me than you," Hermione said rather bluntly. "It's lunch time anyway, go see Dumbledore."

"R-right, see you later." DA's leader then dashed off out of the Gryffindor common room, and quickly made his way to the headmaster's office. Soon he was facing the rather familiar gargoyle statue.

"Chocolate," the gargoyle sprang to life, a spiral staircase appearing for Harry to climb up. Harry knocked on the door he found at the top of the staircase, hearing a pleasant sounding voice come from the other side.

"Enter Harry."

"Guess he stole Moody's eye." Harry thought to himself, opening the door and finding himself staring at Dumbledore's shocking blue eyes.

"Truth be known, I did not expect your arrival until late this afternoon. Please, sit." He said calmly, lifting a hand to indicate the seat opposite of him.

"Thank you sir," Harry muttered.

"I take it you had young Ms. Granger's assistance in finding the meaning of my note then?" Harry nodded slightly, making Dumbledore chuckle quite loudly. "Ms. Granger's mind will be of further assistance to you. Now then," he clasped his two withered hands together, frowning slightly.

"I brought you here, young Mr. Potter, to start teaching you Occulmency by myself. Just as I said those few months ago, I made a devastating mistake in sending you too Professor Snape. But, you endured I see, you look just as you did at the beginning of the previous year!

"Now then," the elderly Wizard repeated. "If you wish for these random… occurrences to end…"

"Yes Professor." Harry interrupted sternly. "I would like to master Occulmency as quickly as possible."

"Good, very good Harry," he rose from his fine looking chair and pulled out his wand. "We are going to repeat most of the exercises you were performing during your… stay with Professor Snape. That means I will perform the Legilimens on you, and you will attempt to block it with your mind."

"Is this all Professor?"

"What's that Harry?" Dumbledore replied, frowning slightly.

"Is that all we're going to do sir?" Harry repeated, trying to bring a calm edge into his voice.

"Oh heavens no… no, no, this is the start Harry, once we have mastered this; we will move on the other things. Remember to be patient Harry, never get emotional in this. When emotions come into play, everything falls apart." Harry took a deep breath and nodded, then stood up and moved himself so that he was facing Dumbledore's wand.

"If you wish, you may take out your wand. I know from my past experiences that having my wand in my hand assists me more then anything, even if I'm not using it at all." Dumbledore advised and Harry nodded at this, pulling out his wand. "Are you ready Harry?" He nodded. "Very well. Legilimens!"

Harry felt the spell hit him, true he had prepared for it more then he had ever done with Snape, but Dumbledore seemed to be a lot more powerful. Harry saw random pictures whiz by at rapid speeds, blinking rapidly. Hermione was a cat, Ron just stuck his wand inside the Troll's left nostril, he was looking at the piece of toast floating in the middle of the lake just outside Hogwarts, the Dementor was closing in on Dudley…

Then Harry felt the spell lift, he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily. Harry promptly coughed and spit out a small ball of spit that was annoying his mouth quite badly.

"Are you alright Harry?" Dumbledore asked concern evident in his voice.

"Y-yeah… yeah I'm fine Professor."

"Professor Snape's power and my own are quite different are they not?" Harry nodded, standing up and breathing heavily. "Would you like a glass of pumki-"

"No." Harry said sternly. "No, let's continue."

"Harry, I admire your dedication, but you can't learn Occulmency by killing yourself." Dumbledore lowered his wand and looked at Harry with the familiar expression of calmness. "Relaxation is the best weapon for the mind, when tense your mind doesn't work properly, jumbling things together that do not suit each other."

"Yes Professor. Now can we continue?"

"Very well Harry, prepare yourself." He raised his wand. "Legilimens!" Harry let his mind take control, diverting the spell slightly. He saw flashes of his memories, he even saw a couple of events that he did not recognize, but on closer examination; they disappeared.

"Very good Harry! You let your mind take control, rather then struggling by yourself!" Dumbledore said, grabbing Harry's shoulders to keep him from falling to the ground. "I think that is enough for today, you most likely have other events that need to be planned."

"Th-thank you Professor," after saying this, Harry found himself facing the Fat Lady's portrait a second later. Saying the password, he entered the Common Room to see his two friends sitting next to each other, their hands connected.

"Oh, hey Harry," Hermione said happily.

"H-Hermione… Ron?" Harry said surprised, looking at their entwined hands.

"Yeah, no kidding eh?" Ron said, grinning widely. Harry grinned back at him.

"Nice going you two, I can't say I wasn't expecting it sometime. Your bickering always had a hint of love in it." Both his friends blushed deeply at this and Harry let out a laugh.

"So how was the meeting with Dumbledore?" Hermione asked him as he sat down on her favorite chair. Right now Ron and Hermione occupied the couch across from the unlit fireplace.

"Well, I'm learning Occulmency from him. Hopefully that'll keep Voldemort out of my mind." Hermione punched Ron when he shivered at the name and giggled slightly when Ron punched her back.

"What about DA?" Ron asked him and Harry shrugged.

"I also got to plan the Quidditch tryouts, I think I'll do that now…" Harry got up and grabbed his bag from the dormitory, pausing to throw a greeting to Seamus who was reading a book. He raised a hand in reply and Harry left the dorm, returning to the couple, who were now locked together with their lips.

Harry cleared his throat and the two split apart, blushing deeply again. Harry grinned as he sat back down.

"What's a good time for Quidditch anyway?" Harry asked no one in particular.

"Well this weekend would be okay I suppose." Ron said with his usual uncertain tone.

"Yeah you're right." Harry scratched down on the piece of parchment Saturday September 6th at noon, Quidditch tryouts for the Gryffindor team. Everyone available please go to the Quidditch Pitch. First years are welcome too.

The Boy-who-lived then stuck the piece of parchment onto the bulletin board right beside the portrait hole. He then fished out the all too familiar gold coin from inside of his bag. Pulling it out, he adjusted the date on it to Friday.

"Is Friday a good day for the first DA meeting?" Harry asked his two friends without looking at either of them, somehow this new relationship between them made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Yeah sure," he heard one of them respond.

"Lunch is almost over now; I'm going to go to class." Harry said, putting the gold coin back into his bag and leaving the common room to his two friends. He didn't even know what class they had now or even if lunch was almost over he just wanted to get away from them, he didn't want to see the entwined grips, the kisses, or anything.

Harry then kicked a nearby suit of armor, a slight squeak replying this attack. Harry didn't know why he was so angry or so tense, he just knew it had something to do with his two friends.

"Does Ron now have something you don't?" Harry's mind asked him, Harry frowned in reply to this. "Is this jealousy coming from inside of you Harry? Tsk tsk tsk, I thought you were always better then Ron!"

"Shut up…" Harry mumbled he stopped in his tracks, finding his timetable in his bag and looking at the fourth slot of Monday. He had Herbology now; he felt his feet quicken their pace, aiming his body toward the Entrance Hall.

"Ah, shut up! I should remember that come back Harry!" His mind started to say back to him. Harry stopped in his tracks again, finding this new voice quite annoying.

"Get out of my mind Voldemort." Tired of this idiotic disguise, he decided to get rid of Voldemort entirely.

"Oh, you don't find my presence reassuring Harry? With me here I can get rid of that Weasley kid easily and then you can have Hermione all to yourse-"

"GET OUT!" Harry yelled his voice echoing around the empty corridor.

"Think about this Harry, you know you want Hermione to yourself…" Harry felt his mind empty and he sighed heavily. Somehow he knew Voldemort was right, maybe Harry was thinking of Hermione as someth-

"Harry?" The voice startled Harry he looked up to see Ginny Weasley munching on what looked like a cookie in front of him.

"Oh, hi Ginny, how're you doing?"

"I'm doing okay I suppose, you look like you've gone through hell itself." Harry chuckled at this, falling into pace beside the young girl.

"Maybe I have, Voldemort's determined to not leave me alone." Harry noticed slightly how little Ginny now trembled because of the name and decided he underestimated the young Weasley.

"Why weren't you at lunch?" She asked honestly, Harry shrugged slightly.

"I had things to do, DA meeting to schedule, Quidditch tryouts to plan, meeting with Dumbledore."

"You've got to remember to relax you know, lunch is a break period you know." She said smiling up at him; Harry's heart gave out slightly.

"I have other break periods for that." Harry said looking away. "I have to go to class anyway, see you later." Harry turned and rushed away from the pretty girl.