Miya was used to the dark and mysterious. After all, one couldn't survive very long as a child of Slytherin with fears like those. Even still, with hardly any light within the halls and the very air reeking of despair, it was hard to not shiver just a bit. However, for the sake of her own life, Miya suppressed her urge and stared ahead, continuing her journey down the darkened alleyway.

Distantly, Miya could hear shouting… sounding like it was coming from the nearby park. Hoping to witness a fight, Miya thought she might have walked into the park but all she saw was a porky fellow facing a significantly thinner boy. The boy seemed to be pointing an especially long and bony finger towards the hefty other.

"What do you mean I'm not so brave in bed?"

Miya felt her face flush, completely misunderstanding the situation. She rather hurried her steps, especially the reply, "moaning" that followed.

A few beats of supposed silence, and the female had almost made her way around the block when she suddenly heard the increased volume of the voices, sounding decidedly more urgent. The screaming suddenly ceased, only to be quickly followed by immense cold.

"Shit." Those muggles had no clue what was approaching them. Despite her upbringing, rebelling against all the morals she was normally forced to adhere to, Miya turned back and ran towards the two boys…

… but they were no longer in the park. Frantically, she searched and found a side alley where the cold seemed the strongest. Following her gut and the faint flickering of lights, Miya raced to the rescue.

Unexpectedly, a large slivery stag seemed to explode from thin air, the skinny boy directing the charge with his finger – no, his wand. Miya could clearly see the shaft of wood held tightly within the boy's fist.

Outside the conflict, Miya could see what the other wizard could not – the other boy was about to receive the Dementor's Kiss. He lay curled on the concrete, and surprisingly had a hand clamped over his mouth, as if he thought if might work. The second dementor had grasped his pudgy wrists and was attempting to pull them apart, hood slowly lowering, hovering over the boy's face. Abruptly, as if sensing the danger, the wizard wheeled his Patronus around, shouting a name, an almost frantic look in his eyes.

The internal war within the girl finally ceased as she brought out her own wand, hardly thinking as she murmured the spell. A giant Mastiff burst forth, not quite as silvery in color compared to the stag. The hound raced through the streets and silently barked at the Dementor near the unmoving boy. After the evil figure floated away, no doubt off to the same place Miya herself was supposed to have already arrived at, her Patronus sat near the boys, almost acting as a guard.

For a split second, the wizard locked eyes with Miya, and she realized just how badly she had fucked up. It didn't take a genius to figure out who this boy is, with bright green eyes and inky black hair.

"Holy hell, it's you."

Harry's face dropped, like he was resigned to Miya's reaction. "For a second, I thought maybe…. Never mind, it's stupid really." He gave an awkward chuckle and did a head scratch. "Thanks for the help back there. Im sure my cousin will appreciate it once he wakes up. Erm… What's your name? I didn't know there was a witch living nearby."

An older lady came bustling up to Harry just then, and Miya took that as her cue to leave. Harry also saw the lady and tried to stash his wand away, but it was too late. Deciding that she had caused enough trouble for herself for one night, Miya turned and raced through the streets, the lingering cold reminding her of her previous destination before becoming distracted by the one and only Harry Potter.