Harry Potter and the wish of one night

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Author's note: I probably just lost a lot of readers b/c of that last chapter. It was all about Setsuna's life. Well, I was going to gradually bring it in (her life) but I decided to get it all done with in one chapter. Now, there are only a few mysteries left and I can focus properly on Harry. Which, would mean that this chapter is ALL about Harry. Basically, what I am trying to say is that now that you know pretty much everything about her, it'll be all about Harry. Got that? good! Now, if only if I could find out If I have any readers left…

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Harry looked around, he didn't see Setsuna anywhere. He was glad that she hadn't been in Potions that day. The new potions teacher had a sharp mouth. But now, he wanted to find her and tell her everything. And he meant everything.

He was going to tell her what exactly had happened in the chamber, in the graveyard, at the Department of Mysteries, and the Horcrux's. some, he hadn't even told Ron and Hermione.

He planned on telling them eventually, but because of just everything, he felt more comfortable telling Setsuna than them.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid they would turn away from him when they found out. He had nothing to worry about telling Setsuna because she had already come back after such a drift, that she wouldn't leave again.

Or, perhaps he was afraid they would pity him. He knew that Setsuna didn't do pity. She might do some sorrow now and then, but no pity. She had always been less emotional than most peopole, he realized- And even more so now. He was surprised she was as emotional as she was (though he suspected it was an act for Sirius).

But, he couldn't find her to tell her. How horribly ironic.

It was then that he noticed the slow rumblings and the slight shaking of the plates and goblets at the tables in the Great Hall.

It was then that he felt the now familiar rush of power he had come to associate with Setsuna, rush over him. And it clicked.

Setsuna was less emotional than most, because her power was so vast it broke out when she felt something strong. He remembered it when he was little to, when Dudley would beat him up and Setsuna would cry out for him to stop- and Dudley would. That was it. he sat down at the table and looked around. No one else aside Vuahan and McGonagall seemed to notice. And Hermione. She was looking around oddly with her head cocked to one side.

He could tell just by looking that none of them had felt the power rush, only the rumblings.

Then, it stopped. No more rumblings and no more power rushes. Setsuna had either calmed or was unconcious. He prayed it wasn't the latter.

The few who had noticed the rumblings were now acting normally again, even Hermione. They ate silently, Ron stuffing his face, Hermione engulfed in a book, and him in his thoughts, occasionally smiling at something someone or the other said.

Soon his thoughts turned elsewhere. How Malfoy hadn't been expelled, how Sirius and Remus were teaching, how- speaking of Remus, where was he?

His morbid train of thought broken, he searched for the werewolf.

Ahhhh, there he was. Walking to the table now, looking a bit nervous. He watched him go to 'Sirius' and whisper to his godfather while simontaneousley noticing Setsuna sitting down next to him- also looking nervouse and a bit run down.

He was just about to address Setsuna, his eyes still on Sirius and remus, when Sirius' head shot up and looked toward him- no, Setsuna.

"I've been looking all over for you, where have you been?" he said casually, while mulling the information he had just gotten.

So, Remus knew who had caused the power rush and had most likely witnessed it.

"Oh, I decided to catch up with my unofficial godfather since I had potions off." Was her faint reply. So, she had been with Remus.

Harry shook himself out of it.

"I want to talk to you, Setsuna, when your done eating." He managed to say it calmly, despite what the implications meant. He would be opening himself up to her- making himself vulnerable- and he wsnt used to that.

he looked up in time to see the strange look she gave him before it dawned, and her face shown with understanding. He saw her give a slight nod before she began filling up her plate.

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the rest of dinner went by uneventfuly. And all to soon( for him), dinner was over. He stood up and Setsuna followed him.

The walk to the room of requirement was a quiet one (for that was where he was going) and once again, all too soon, he was there.

Walking in fromt of the room the correct number of times and thinking hard a door appeared. Inside there was simply a couch with a warm fire in front of it. plain and simple.

Sitting on the couch, he remained silent, as did Setsuna. She was waiting for him to speak he realized with a jolt. He tried to speak, but nothing came out.finaly, after a few more tries and a huge gulp, he spoke.

"You already know the situation at the Dursley's I suppose. So, in my first year…" and he went into detail like he never had before. She was an avid listener, she nodded and gasped when appropriate, there were also the times when he had trouble speaking, and she comforted him.

He felt exactly like he thought he would, reliving all of this horror in his life… cold, empty, helpless. But it was also like he had imagined it. with her comforting him, understanding. Never waivering in her trust in him.

She seemed to be horrified by the implications of the prophesy but soon hid that emotion and instead said, "at least we know you can beat him." And that was one of the biggest comforts he had heard in a long time.

Soon, as he was starting to feel the numbness that accompanied Dumbledore's- and indeed anyone's- death, she was back into comforting mode.

"And then, Snape just killed him…" he finished barely above a whisper. Tears, he realized were ebbing down his cheeks. The emotions he felt… sadness, lethargy(not really an emotion), gladness, guilt, relief,… it was endless. And yet he was able to fix them all out with her there.

The lonliness that he kept trying to push out of his life was gone. It rarly ever was. The guilt seemed lessened. The memories were fresh but at the same time seemed dampened. All in all, he felt so much better.

And things could go up or down from here. His godfather was alive, for pete's sake! Remus was teaching his favorite subject. Setsuna was here. Those were all so positive and yet… could so easily be taken from him. It was afterall, 7th year and he would, inevitably, have to face Voldemort…

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Ummmm. Soooo sorry for the long wait!

Please forgive me!

You see, I had 3 school projects, and I was grounded for a week or so.

That is why, some of you may have noticed that I put my story on hold.

Well, not anymore!

Hope you liked it!

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