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Chapter 6: A Green Gryffindor

At breakfast Hermione pulled away Ron when he caught Fred sneaking away from them with a box on his hands, she had in mind it was one of their products. That's the chance Harry took to ask Deyanira about Seamus looking at her all freaked out.

"Because he is Irish", she said and Harry looked at her, asking 'what does that mean' with his eyes, "For the Irish, a banshee is like an omen of death, it's an old Irish legend"

"Wait…", Harry said and made memory, "his boggart-…his boggart was a banshee in the third year"

"You see? Looks like he can sense something even with the potion in me"

"What if he says anything?"

"It's just one so, I don't think anyone would believe him, besides, it would be your word too"

"Hi, I don't believe we've met, I'm Harry Pitter, also known as 'the boy who lied'", he said stretching his hand and she laughed

"Well…it's something"

"I know, don't worry. I'm sure he'll get over it."

"Just in case, I should avoid him, not too obvious though, just stuff like…not look at him in the eyes and such."

"Better secure than sorry."

They kept eating after she agreed with a nod and enjoyed the soothing morning. Class with Umbridge was unpleasant, again, and it didn't help seeing how she enjoyed it. The rest of the week went by slow for Harry and Deyanira, she got her attacks and Harry was lost in himself, he didn't even talk to her that much. She was feeling like a bother too. On the other hand, George and her have been talking more in every little chance they got, making him feel more weird each day and also frustrating. He kept telling himself it was just a flirt, but deep down he knew it was more when he saw her and Harry, alone talking and laughing, or even with Ron and he would feel bother by it.

"Leave the green for the Slytherins, George", Fred said as he got his box of products and George lay in his bed, both were alone in their dorm

"I am not jealous"

"Sure, just bloody say something to her"

"It's not that easy!", he snapped as he sat up and Fred turned to him, shutting down, "it's not easy…to let yourself go…less to a girl like her, it's like…she can hurt you any second"

"How?"

George just stayed quiet and Fred got closer to him.

"After Luce…you will think everyone's going to hurt you, you can't keep thinking that"

George stayed in silence again, but his eyes looked away from Fred.

"Look, she's still a bit fuzzy from knowing who is who, so why don't I try something?"

"I don't think so", George said, getting up and walking to his night table, "you might end up liking her or she liking you not me"

"I'll be you, there's not much of a difference."

"Fred, just let it go. It's our last year, after I may not see her again"

"I see her around Ron a lot…and Harry more, you know we'll see her again"

"Let it go…I will"

George grabbed his suitcase and left the room before Fred. When he got down, his body froze at the entrance of the staircase and Fred bumped with him, but George didn't even bother on moving. Fred looked over his shoulder to see Deyanira, reading the bulletin board, her hair was in big curls and she had a short black skirt and a purple long sleeves shirt with heelless boots. She looked different, but a good different. 'Don't do this', he thought as he sighed and Fred pushed him. He looked back to look as the smirk on his brother's face and when he turned to the front Deyanira turned to them and gasped in surprised and then chuckled.

"You scared me", she said with a smile and he let out a short chuckle

"Um…you look…you look very pretty with your hair like that", George said with trembling lips

"Oh, thank you, trying something different"

"It's working for you"

"Wish I could say the same thing about your shirts", she laughed looking at both from up to down

"Hey", Fred said coming from behind George, "don't snap on the robes, dear"

"O…kay, if they work to your eyes", she said looking at their weird shirts again and chuckled, they were wearing similar dot long sleeves blouses but George's was blue and Fred's purple, "have you seen Harry? I've been looking for him since lunch"

George couldn't help not rolling his eyes in his mind, why couldn't she ask him about him or something, it had to be all about Harry.

"No", Fred said, feeling George's tension

"Oh, well, I'll ask Ron and Hermione, it was nice talking to you"

Like that she walked out to sit next to Ron who was with Hermione on the couch next to the fireplace. George looked away, kind of annoyed and Fred just petted his back. George still couldn't understand this annoyance. Just a flirt, he kept saying to himself.

"Harry just stormed off", Ron said and Deyanira nodded biting her lip

"He got mad because we…we saw something and he doesn't want to tell Dumbledore", Hermione added, not sure what to say to Deyanira, with what to trust her

"…is it about…the hand?", Deyanira said

"You knew?", Hermione snapped, "why didn't you say anything?"

"When I found out he snapped at me too, he didn't want to talk about it."

"You should have told us, you don't know him or know what his life is and he can be in serious danger, you should have just said something"

"So are you going to tell Dumbledore?", Deyanira snapped back and Hermione shut her mouth as Ron looked at her, not knowing what to do in this girl fight, "that's what I thought"

Deyanira got up and walked out, pushing trough those who came across her. George felt her walking behind him along with a rush of wind, making him look and stare as her back disappeared behind the portrait. He didn't know if to follow or leave her alone. What if she was going after Harry, she wouldn't like to interrupt something. With that thought in his mind now, he kept showing his product to the first years to keep his mind busy. He was glad Fred didn't notice or he would have gone on and on, telling him to follow her. Not 3 minutes passed when he felt bad that Fred didn't see; he needed his push to follow her now that he was worrying so much on what could be wrong.

"You alright?", Harry caught her going down the stairs and she let out a mad sigh

"It's nothing", she said and covered her forehead as she looked down

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah, stupid stuff", she looked back at him with a fake smile, but he wasn't convinced, "Let's go back to the common room"

She grabbed the sleeve of his school sweater and kept going up. Not realizing she was still doing it, they entered the room and George was the first to spot them. His eye lids fell halfway along with his head, looking at the floor. This time Fred saw her, dragging Harry to the couch and sat together.

"Um, I'm out, Fred so…I'll just go to bed, you finish up here"

"It's nearly 7", Fred said walking to him

"I'm beat from the first week"

George just walked out before Fred said anything. Deyanira was looking to her hand, but the movement made her follow George to the stairs, worried.

"Wanna follow him?", Harry asked with a smart grin

"Ah, no, I'm sure he's fine"

"Mhm- Fred!"

In two seconds Fred was beside him.

"Did something catch your eye, Harry?"

"Um, no, thank you, but is something wrong with George?"

Deyanira got closer to the edge of the couch, waiting.

"He said he was tired and he had a headache.", Fred said with a shrug

"Oh, well thank you"

"No problem"

He said and walked back to his business.

"Satisfied?", Harry asked with a grin and Deyanira rolled her eyes

"Shut up"

He chuckled before they changed the subject and kept talking. At dinner, Deyanira was with Harry alone and noticed George wasn't with Fred and his friends. She couldn't stop looking at the door for a sight of him or couldn't stop her ears from searching Fred's voice for a ring of George's name. After 20 minutes, George finally walked in.

"So that's all I could really say to him, since I don't want to be much of a bother-"

"George!", she interrupted Harry's story

"Um, hi, Dey", he said, not being able to stop the smile

"Are you alright? Fred told us you weren't feeling well."

"Oh, um…yeah, don't worry, just a headache, but I rested"

"Oh, alright"

Both exchanged smiles for a few seconds until he slowly started to walk away to Fred and his friends, who none noticed his awkward silence with her, but sweet moment.

"What?", she asked to a grinning Harry

"Nothing…Dey"

He chuckled and she rolled her eyes letting out a sigh. Ron and Hermione were done giving some kids a warning and joined them. Deyanira went in silence and let the trio catch up while she got a time to herself. She was wrong on doing it.

"Deyanira, run!", her mother's voice rang in her ears and she stood paralyzed in front the death eaters, "run, sweetheart, now!", her mother had tears in her eyes, but hope for her.

She started to run away after hesitating for ages. Then came her dad.

"Dad, no!", she screamed as a green light flashed in the room and she came out from hiding in the wardrobe to the body of her father.

Her heart went slower, but pounding as her eyes hit the death eaters that surrounded her. With a scream, the flames took birth around her and the eaters started to vanish in ashes.

"Deyanira?"

Harry called, but she was already halfway gone. She ran up to the bathroom of the second floor and went nuts looking around as she panted, checking if anyone was around, but only a ghost like figure showed up.

"What do you want?", said the bothered ghost girl with pig tails

No answer, if she did her screams could kill her and bring her back to a ghost, not knowing how that was possible. Her mind wasn't straight. She ran to the last stall and lock her self in it. The ghost followed and entered as Deyanira slid down and covered her ears. Her lungs filled up with air and her lips opened up to release the high pinch scream, making the ghost cry out as she flew away and went down one of the toilets. After what felt like days screaming, she stop and her mind spun around as her body collided to the side. She started to take deep breaths as her eyes filled up with tears. In minutes, slow footsteps were heard and Harry unlocked the stall. He entered and slide down to his but beside her, as she was still lying down. He didn't talk, he just looked at her with pity as her blurry vision as on him too.

"I saw my parent's again…in their deaths…I need to find a way to control it…fast or this will finish me."

Her voice was breaking and Harry took a breath.

"Have you done a patronus charm?", he asked in the silence

"Once…not to a dementor though…why?"

"Well…this is just like that. You know you need a good memory to conquer a good patronus, well you need a really good memory to overcome this"

Another silence and she kept trying to catch her breath.

"What do you usually use?", she asked and he looked at her, "to cast it"

"Well…one time I tried to use when I rode my broom for the first time, but it wasn't powerful enough…so I just remembered my parents…talking to me…maybe it was just made up, but…it was the happiest I could think of…and this summer when I was attacked, I remembered Ron and Hermione…that if the dementors got to me, I wouldn't see them again."

"They are all good ones, Harry"

"Yeah…", he put on a short smile before speaking again, "maybe…when you see your parent's again, dying, when you get those memories…remember the good ones you had…it might bring you sadness later, but I'm sure they will help. There must be some good memories.", she slowly nodded, "like what?"

"…when they took me to London Eye…I loved it so much…"

"Good, keep going"

"…when…they got me my first wand…when they took me to Diagon Alley…that's when I found out I was a witch…", she slowly smiled and Harry joined, "one time", she let out a light chuckled, "dad told mum we were going to this museum to learn about history…he took me to a fair instead.", she chuckled again as a tear escaped the eye that was closer to the floor, "and mum…when she made cupcakes on all my birthdays…she made double my age…if I was turning 10 she bake 20…vanilla and chocolate with different color frosting", she licked her lips, remembering the sweet taste and Harry laughed

"I'm sure they were delicious"

"You don't know…the sweets here do not compare to them."

"Oh, that says a lot.", Harry chuckled again

Both kept sharing memories, Harry didn't have much of his parents, so he shared the ones he had with the Weasleys and Hermione. Then both spoke of how others spoke of their parents and both then smiled.