PyroFly: Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to update this story. I misplaced my written copy of it. And when that happens it turns out like the second chapter of Wolverine's match. Very gay sounding. Heh, anyway here's chapter number three and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own the entity's that are Shaylee and Jemma but nothing else. That goes for every chapter after this one.

Chapter Three
Waking up

The next morning Madame Pomfrey said it was alright for Shaylee to attend classes. Her left hand was still very sore, but the Nurse had said it would pass soon. She thanked her for her help and left quietly. Shay headed down to the dungeons for her potions lesson. She walked in and found Jemma sitting at the table closest to the door.

"Shay!" Jemma said loudly. "Oh my Gods, Harry told me everything. I feel so stupid I shouldn't have left you. It's my fault."

"No it wasn't anyone's fault. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time type thing. I don't need a bodyguard or anything Jem."

"Hey Shay." Came a voice behind her. Shay turned and looked behind her and found a very tired looking Harry.

"Hullo Harry. Nice day hum?" Shay said trying to avoid the subject she knew was on his mind.

"Very, Hey Shay can you meet-"

"Everyone sit now!" Snape's voice boomed. Harry sighed at the fact that he was interrupted for the second time.

"I'm putting you all in pairs. It will be a house pairing. This will happen for the rest of the year due to the fact of house rivalries. Malfoy- Parkinson, Stone- Longbottom, Atkinson- Finnigan, Crabbe- Goyle-"

"That outta be a good pair." Harry snorted.

"Potter!"

"Sorry sir."

"Before we were so rudely interrupted, Weasley- Granger, Thomas- FinchFletchley, and Reynolds- Potter- "By that time Shaylee had tuned out. She really didn't mean to, but it was bad enough when she didn't even hear who she was with. Her thoughts dwelled on what had happened last night. Why was she always in the wrong place at the wrong time? She had never done anything to Malfoy that would insult him. But them she remembered that the very fact of her muggle born heritage, her just existing was insulting to him. She sighed and set her head in her arms.
"Shay?" Harry said interrupting her thoughts.

"Hum? Oh, what?"

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

"To the caldron?"

"Oh, I wasn't listening. Who's my partner?" she said frantically.

"I am." Harry said trying to hide his smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry." She said giving him a sympathetic look.

"It's okay."

"You will be making a very strong sleeping draft." Snape said as he waved his wand and the list of instructions and ingredients appeared on the bored.

"Wow. That looks complicated." Shay murmured.

"Yea, but I'm sure well get it." Harry said grabbing the ingredients needed. Harry took the knife and started slicing up one of the slugs needed. He made a grossed out face every time he sliced the tail of one.

"Come on Harry it can't be that bad." Shay laughed.

"You try it. They slip, slide, and mush." Shay laughed again and dumped the lacewing flies into the caldron. The potion turned a dark green and bubbled.

"I think we're doing this right." Harry said.

"Yea." Shay said wrinkling her little nose at the robust smell.

"The end product should be light green then."

"Good. That's what we have." Shay said as the potion changed from a dark green to a light green when Harry added the slugs.

"We're done." Harry said to Professor Snape. After Snape carefully looked it over he said in his cold voice.

"Try it." Shay nodded and took a small vile and filled it with a little amount. She took a small sip and dropped the vile into the floor where it shattered in to tiny pieces. She felt a clam feeling wash over her and then felt her self falling. Harry caught her.

"Very good. Have her drink this in 5 minutes." Snape said handing him a vile full of soft red liquid. Harry nodded and sat on the ground easing Shay into his lap.

'She's so beautiful." Harry found himself thinking. After a few minutes Harry gave Shay the red liquid. Her eyes flickered open followed by a soft moan from her.

"Shay, get up." Harry whispered softly. Shay, un-wanting to get up cuddled more into Harry's chest. "Shay, we're still in school and if you don't get up you'll get a detention." Shay pretty much bolted up. She rolled her eyes and carefully stood up. A bell rang signaling the start of their lunch hour.

"Are you going to lunch Shay?" Harry asked eyeing her white face. Shay shook her head.

"I don't think so. I don't feel all that great right now." Shay commented about her sudden illness. "I think it might be that potion."

"Here I'll walk you to the common room." Shay nodded knowing that if she said no he would have anyway. They came upon the Gryffindor common room and Harry spoke the password.

"You look really sick Shay." Ginny commented as they walked in.

"I feel really sick Ginny." Shay said laughing a little. Harry helped her sit down on the couch and then sat next to her. Shay put her head on his shoulder not fully realizing the effect this had on him. Harry felt his stomach flip around and carefully her stroked her coppery red hair.

"Is Shay in here?" Harry heard a voice say. Through the corner of his eye he saw Jemma storming toward him.

"Right over here." Harry said moving his arm so Jemma could see Shay small body all curled up.

"What happened?" Jemma asked sitting in one of the chairs.

"I think it was something in the potion we made. The potion worked great but I think we may have put something wrong in it."

"I take it as she won't be going to the rest of the classes." Jemma said.

"No. But you go and I think I'm going to take her back to Madame Pomfrey."

"I can do it Harry."

"No. You can't pick her up."
"Actually I can." Jemma whispered. She knew how little Shay ate in a day. Harry picked her up with ease and was astounded how light she was. Jemma watched in shock as they walked out of the common room.

"Madame Pomfrey." Harry called as he entered the hospital wing.

"What it is?" she called.

"Well," Harry told her the whole story from start to finish.

"I know what wrong with her. Too many bat wings. It's not enough to make a big difference in the potion, at least not right away. It will however make the drinker sick and do nothing but want to sleep all the time. It will cast out other side effects like symptoms of the flu and other common illness as well. I'll give her this and then you will take her back to the common room and let her sleep in her own bed." Harry nodded and watched as Madame Pomfrey gave Shay the potion. She nodded at Harry to pick her up and he did so. The nurse marched him straight out the door as quick as she could.
A little on the annoyed side Harry walked back to the common room. He walked carefully up the stairs to the girls dormitories. He felt Shay cuddle a bit more into his chest. Harry felt a slight flip of his stomach to the simple gesture.

"Where am I?" Shay asked waking up a bit.

"With me." Harry answered looking down at her. He seen Shay's bright green peer up at him as her soft straight red hair lay over his arms. "Feeling any better?" He asked.

"Yea, a bit." Harry smiled at this. He opened the dormitory door and found no one was inside.

"Which one is yours?" Shay motioned to the one on the left. Harry put her on the bed and pulled a chair up next to it.

"You don't have to stay Harry."

"I know, but I want to." Shay gave a small smile. Harry looked around her area of the room. He found a picture of three people and Shay. She was younger and it looked like it was before she went to Hogwarts.

"Who are these people you're standing with Shay?"

"Oh. That's my parents and my sister L-Lani."

"Your family?"

"Yea." Shay looked obviously taken back by that. Tears welled up in her eyes and Shay willed them to go away. One traitorous tear overflowed from her eye down her pale cheek. Harry instinctively reached over and wiped the tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry Harry. I really just don't like talking about my sister."

"Okay. But if you don't mind me asking Shay, why?"

"Harry I just don't want to talk about it right now ok!" Shaylee snapped as a few more tears fell.

"I didn't-"

"Don't bother apologizing. It wasn't your fault; I just really don't like talking about Lani. Some of the things she says are really horrible, and they hurt a lot. You have to understand that."
"I do. But sometimes I find its better to talk about things rather then just keep them inside."

Shay felt her walls around her cracking. She wanted to tell Harry, she truly did. But there was still that little part of her yelling no. Shay edged her way out of bed.

"Shay don't do this. Don't deprive yourself of what you need. You have to sleep."

"Well I will tonight when I'm suppose to. Schools almost over and there's a prefects meeting right after. I'm going to prep the room."

"Your trying to push me away is what you're doing."

"No I'm not. But I am leaving now." Shay grabbed her wand and walked out the door. Harry sighed. There was something bothering her but she was just to damned stubborn to tell him. He wanted to help her realize that not everything in this world is going to hurt her. No matter what he was going too.

Harry left the room and went to his own. Ron was sitting on his bed sorting through his homework.

"And where we're we this fine day?"

"Well I figured you'd know, you where there." Harry said.

"You like Shaylee don't you." He asked forwardly.

"No." Harry said rather quickly.

"Sorry mate. But it's rather obvious that you do. You always happier around her and your always thinking about her anyone can tell sometimes."

"Fine oh immaculate Ron. I do like Shaylee."

"Immaculate, I do like the sounds of that."

"Well I think I like Weasley is our King better." Ron shot Harry a dark look when he started humming the tune. "What? It was a catchy tune." They both laughed.