Megan.
Harry sat on the edge of the loch. He picked out stones from the edge of the bank throwing them out into the deep water.
His fingers prised out another from the silt from the edge of the water, tossing it out underhand, he listened to the gloop as the stone hit the water. The ripples played out on the surface of the water then slowly faded away.
Instead of digging out another stone as he had been doing for the last half hour, he turned to the figure that was standing behind him.
He looked at the young women her jet black her pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her normally warm blue eyes had a slight tightness around them.
"What are you doing Harry?"
He let out a long sigh as he tried to formulate his reply. "I don't know really, I just wanted a little time to myself but once here I started to feel a little sorry for myself." He smiled half-heartedly.
She returned his half smile with one of her own. "Why do you keep doing this to yourself? What was it this time?" She sat down next to him as she spoke, brushing his arm as she did.
"Nothing really. Just wondering why do we keep on fighting? In the long run does it really matter?"
"Let me guess, you started throwing stones and watched ripples fade away didn't you?"
He turned to look at her surprised. "Am I really that obvious?"
She took his face into her hands drawing him into a kiss. "Only to me. If Voldemort knew you as well as I do you'd have died years ago." She got up to her feet and offered her slight and well tanned hand to him. "Come on."
He reached out taking her hand and got to his feet. There was no way she had the physical strength to pull him up if he resisted but he allowed her to pull him up. "Where are we going?"
She walked off purposely, glancing back over her shoulder to him. "Into the forest." Harry quickly caught her up and soon they were walking hand in hand.
"That should do. We can apparate now."She wrapped an arm around him and he felt the uncomfortable compression of apparition.
Harry looked around him. He stood on a single tracked tarmac road. In front of him it clung perilously halfway up an escarpment. A limestone cliff rose up to his right gradually getting higher and higher. To the left about a thousand feet before him lay a lush green river valley. At the bottom of the valley a river, main road and canal all led his eye to a small town.
However dominating the view was a hill about a mile in front of him. On top of the hill were the ruined remains of some buildings.
"This Harry is one of my favourite views. The castle in front of you is Dinas Bran." Harry smiled slightly as Megan's accent deepened as she pronounced Welsh place names. "It has been a ruin for close on eight hundred years ago, it was built in the time of Llywelyn Ein Llyw Olaf. When Edward advanced they didn't stand and fight they burnt it to the ground and retreated. So it stands as a witness to not trying."
She smiled at him and he nodded the point was a little heavy handed but well made. She took his hand pulling herself toward him and wrapping her hands around his waist she pulled in close to kiss him. Breaking the kiss Megan leaned back. "Plus it is pretty here. "
Harry suddenly felt the squeezing effect of apparition. He looked around they were in a back alley way of a red brick building.
"What are you wearing under your robe?" Megan asked as she was busy transfiguring her own school robe into a sleeker and sexier mid calf dress.
"Just underwear. " He admitted.
"Ok, then time to meet some family. " She cast a notice-me-not charm on him and led him out of the alley way into a small but crowded main street. She immediately led him into a small shop. In the window of the shop were dream catchers and tarot cards. The counter was glass fronted and contained unusual jewellery. Towards the back of the shop stood clothing racks full of either obviously second hand clothes or t-shirts for bands Harry had never heard of. The air was heavy with incense and ambient electric music was being played from a battered stereo.
Most notable was the women moving from behind the counter and enveloping Megan in a hug. It was obvious the two were related. The other women was about three years older than them.
Harry waited patiently to be introduced as the two women chatted away in Welsh and although he knew the odd word thanks to his time with Megan the conversation was beyond him.
Eventually Megan slowed down the speed she spoke at and turned to him. "Mae hyn yn fy chwaer Cerys."
Harry smiled at the women. "er.. Bora da."
Cerys laughed at his greeting. "It's afternoon Harry, don't worry I speak English better than Megan. If you're going round town help yourself to clothes off the second hand racks."
Harry wandered around the racks, jeans where easy enough to find even if they were all black but finding a t-shirt he liked was trickier. They all had bands names on and meant nothing to him. He toyed with one t-shirt of a gloomy looking man next to a perky looking goth girl. The text read, how would you feel about life if death was your older sister? He was about to put if back when Megan saw him looking at it.
"Well that suits your mood. Go on put it on. "She gestured to the changing rooms at the back of the shop. Harry headed back and pulled the curtain on a loop around him. After kicking off his trainers he struggled out of his robe in the confined space but eventually managed to pulled on the jeans and t-shirt.
Before they left the shop Megan transfigured his robe into a black leather jacket for him and they headed out. Perky girl and dour goth.
She led him down the main street to the bridge over the River Dee. They watched the water run over the rocks a while before Megan started talking.
"I love this little town. Apart from the fact it's one of the prettiest places I know, it's also a place of hope. A little up that road." She gestured. "Is the Eisteddfod field. Lots of places in Wales have Eisteddfods, from schools to the national one but this is special one. It's where every year people come from all over the world to see who is best. It's for singers and dancers and choirs.
Different cultures and styles all coming together to celebrate musical style. From formal welsh choirs singing Men of Harlech to Zulu's singing and dancing together. This is the point of fighting Harry. The people we oppose hate the different. This little muggle town will be destroyed. As would people like my sister. She's what we call a amddifad hudol, the same as Filch is the English term is too insulting. The Death eaters would just put her to death."
Harry drew Megan closer and kissed her. "Thank you. You're right, we fight not to be noticed or even thanked we fight because to not fight would be a betrayal. Come on show me more of this place."
She led him off along the path next to the river. Hand in hand and smiling.
A.N.
The fact that the books refer to it as The Black Lake annoys me greatly. It's in Scotland, it's a loch.
Also I only ever have clothing as described in the books not the films. Wizarding robes and underwear.
I'm sorry but the term squib is really insulting.
I would suggest an image search of Dinas Bran from the Panorama. I do love that view.
I'm also taking requests of other females to ship with Harry.