Maggie frowned slightly as Harry finished speaking. She had no idea what to say, but his insistence that she stay away from him if something happened suddenly made a lot of sense. Her mother had taught her about the general points of the war that had torn apart the wizarding world nearly two decades ago. What she heard now chilled her to the core. Harry had been forced to deal with more than Maggie thought anyone could survive.

He had also told her that professor Snape had been loyal to this Lord Voldemort, but that now he was a spy for those opposed to Voldemort. She could tell that there was no love lost between Harry and the potions master and that Harry didn't trust him.

They were on the small couch in Maggie's bedroom, Harry lying with his head on her lap and she stroking his hair as he spoke. They had snuck up here after the mail bell rang. They had heard her mum's bedroom door open and close a couple minutes later. Now it was growing late and although Maggie wanted nothing more than to ask Harry to stay in her room for the night, she knew her mother would kill her if she knew.

"Harry?" He slowly sat up and looked at her. "It's getting late," she said quietly, "My mum will kill us both if she finds you in here."

Harry nodded and they both rose from the couch. She headed for the door, "Let me glance out first, see if she's around…" She cracked the door open, and seeing no one, ushered him forward. They walked together to the second floor landing where she wished him a good night.

Harry placed his hand on her arm before she turned away and when she'd turned to face him, he had leaned over and given her a gentle kiss on the mouth. She blushed scarlet as he pulled away with a small smile. She watched him walk to his room before she turned to go back to hers.

"Maggie?" her mother's voice had her spinning to stare down at her mother.

"Oh, mum," she muttered, praying her mother hadn't been standing there long.

Her mother frowned up at her as she ascended the stairs to the second floor, a steaming teakettle and cup in hand. "I've told you it is a bad idea to get attached to any of the students," her mother said quietly. "We aren't a part of their world, Maggie, and they aren't part of ours."

"I know, mum," Maggie said quietly, knowing her mother must have seen her kissing Harry.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, sweetie," she said as they both turned to walk to the third floor.

Maggie simply nodded, knowing her mother was right but hating it nonetheless. "Mum, it's just five days… I… I really like Harry. Can we just forget that nothing can come of it? Just for these days?"

Katrina sighed and nodded slightly, "You are old enough to decide what is right and wrong, Maggie. Harry seems like a very nice boy. The two of you both know neither of you can live in the other's world. If you want to forget that for a week, who am I to stop you?" She smiled gently, "I want you to be happy, Maggie."

"I am, mum. Right now, I am very happy. I know it will be difficult to say goodbye to him, but I'll have the memories of this time."

"Alright, dear. Now off to bed with you! You have your own classes tomorrow and you need to be up early."

Maggie kissed her mother on the cheek before returning to her own room.