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Chapter 5- One of Those Moments
Harry lie awake for awhile after turning in. They were staying in Fred and George's room because they were away at their shop in Diagon Alley. He stared out at the inky, starry sky, deep in thought.
"Harry?" Whitney whispered and tore him away from his thoughts. "Yeah," Harry replied. "Just seeing if you were still awake too," Whitney said as she crawled from her cot on the floor and over to his. She laid down next to him and they looked into each others eyes that they could barely see with only moonlight shining upon them. Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.
She smiled at him. "I know I only just met you, but it feels like you know me better than just about anyone else," she said. He didn't know how to answer that. "I love you, Whitney," he said. "That came out of no where," Harry thought, now a bit embarrassed. She smiled even wider and glanced over her shoulder. "Are you sure everyone's asleep?" she asked. "Hope so," Harry said, although the more he thought about it, he really didn't care whether the Dursley's were listening in or not. Dudley then gave a ground rumbling snore. "I don't think anyone is after that," Harry said and Whitney giggled.
After a few minuets, Whitney said, "Harry, I know my parents are worried about me. I wish I could tell them I'm alright. And know that they're alright too." "You'll be able to soon enough," Harry said. "Can you explain to me in more detail about, erm, wizards?" she said a bit skeptically.
"Sure. I don't really know where to begin, um, ok there are pure bloods, half bloods, muggle borns, and muggles. Most pure bloods want every person to be wizards and they think that anyone else, especially muggles, are filth. There aren't that many pure blooded wizards, so most of them aren't that nasty," Harry said. "What are you?" Whitney asked. "I'm a half blood," Harry said.
"Also there are good and evil wizards. Although there are few, the cruel, domineering ones are quite powerful. That's what most people are trying to stop. Mainly their leader, Lord Voldemort," Harry told her. "But you can do magic, right? Shouldn't it be easy to fight them?" she asked. "They can do magic too, so we're sort of fighting fire with fire," he said. "But why don't the-er-muddles know about all this?" she asked. Harry laughed. "The muggles don't know because the Ministry of Magic thinks that it's best to keep it quiet. It's just safer," he said. "And usually, muggles can't see magical creatures like dragons or unicorns or, like what you saw, Dementors. But I'm not sure how you saw them," Harry said. "I don't think I want to see another. They gave me such a…cold feeling," she said. "That's just their nature. They suck the happiness out anyone nearby and thrive on it. They're also another weapon that the dark wizards are using," Harry said.
"How is anyone going to defeat Lord Voldymort?" Whitney asked. Harry grinned at another of her mispronunciations. "I don't really know. But according to a, um, powerful source, I have to destroy him," he said. "Why?" Whitney asked. "I guess 'cause I'm the one Voldemort chose. He thought that I would someday be overly powerful and overthrow him. That's why, when I was a baby, he tried to kill me, but it turned out he killed my parents instead… and I survived, with nothing but a scar," Harry said, lifting up his hair to show her the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Whitney looked at it for a while and then reached up and touched it. She inched closer to him until their noses were almost touching. "I want to help you," she said. "Help me?…" Harry said, wondering what she could do. "Yes, is there any way that I can…you know, become a wizard or whatever," she said. Harry thought. Once a muggle or a squib became a wizard, they couldn't undo it. She would have to be absolutely sure. "Yeah, I think there is. There's something called Quickspell. It's a school for squibs and muggles. Of course it's not exactly like actually being born one but you could try if you really want to. Just remember that you can't change your mind once you've become a wizard. So if your sure…" Harry said. "Of course I am," she said, stroking his hair. "Um, and one more thing. What's a squib?" she asked. "Oh, it's a wizard born muggle," Harry said, chuckling.
After lying in each other's arms for awhile Harry spoke up, "We'd best go to sleep or we'll be absolutely exhausted by tomorrow." "Yeah…but this is just one of those moments that you never want to end," Whitney said. Harry smiled, and replied, "And it never really has to."
Phew… It's been awhile I know. Bleh, I reeeeally need to speed up my updates (which I will certainly try). Thanks for reading and please review!