A reviewer messages me and told me basically how he didn't like my story. He told me that it was boring and uninteresting.

He also reviewed and left his disdain in the reviews about how much he didn't like it.

People there is a difference between constructive criticism and just plain being rude. The people that write and post stories are not Queen Rowlings. We are just regular people living regular lives with a story on our hearts that we want to share with the world. If you don't like it, you don't have to be nasty about it. Just don't read it. Move on to another. Nasty comments are discouraging comments and that isn't right of you at all.

Just wanted to get that out.

On with the fic.


I try my best to never let you in to see the truth

And I've never opened up

I've never truly loved till you put your arms around me

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

I hope that you see right through my walls

I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

I'll never let our love get so close

You put your arms around me and I'm home

Christina Perri -Arms


Chapter Thirteen: Halloween Part Three

After the activities had stopped and it was just down to dancing and whatever else the students wanted to do, Fred and Angelina decided to take a few turns on the dance floor.

Though they were both having fun, Angelina couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. The last person she danced in an intimate setting with was Fred at Bill's wedding. And George and her had never danced before outside of the friends going out to parties and clubs. Still, she couldn't help but feel bad that not only was she dancing so closely to George, she was actually enjoying it very much.

Even though Fred and George were identical twins, despite the fact that they did everything together and had somewhat of the same mannerisms, especially when it came to pulling pranks and scheming, Fred and George were opposites. Fred was more reserved than George. He was the type that despite their shenanigans, he knew there was a limit and he knew when to sit back and leave things alone. When it came to girls, he had always seemed to only focus on Angelina, and after the Yule Ball, he seemed to only have eyes for her.

George on the other hand, though a very nice person, was very much the opposite when it came to fun, games, and girls. He sometimes carried a prank too long or too far (he was the genius mind of the teddy bear spider prank on Ron that started Ron's arachnophobia), he would be reckless at times, and he would jump from witch to witch, though it seemed that he fancied Alicia Spinnet the most, as he would always find a way back to her. He had slowed down a bit with his shenanigans when he became a businessman, but he still enjoyed the bachelor life, while Fred was very much content with being only with Angelina.

Still, both boys were first and foremost her best friends, along with Lee and Alicia, and she did feel that Fred probably wouldn't want her dancing with anyone else, but his brother. That tiny thought reassured her that this was the right thing to do.

George on the other hand, felt nothing but fear. He was afraid. Afraid of the fact that Angelina seemed to be the only person that had been able to make him feel better about Fred. He found that when he was around her, the pain seemed to disappear. He felt as if Fred was with him in a way. He was really starting to enjoy her company. And he was very much scared about her leaving in the morning. When she left, she would be taking Fred with her.

The two happened to look at each other at the same time. As Angelina was tall herself, she almost could look George in the eyes with minimum effort. His light brown eyes met her dark brown ones as they tried to read one another's thoughts.

"You look really pretty tonight" said George. Angelina was dressed up as one of the Muses that was from the Disney movie Hercules. He of course, was indeed Hercules.

"Thanks. You look dashing yourself." she said brushing an invisible substance off of his shoulder.

"Really? You think so? Even with the headband?" joked George.

Angelina couldn't help but smile. "Yes, even with the headband. Though I think your brother would say you looked like a wanker."

"I feel like a bloody wanker." laughed George. "He's probably laughing at my ass right now."

"No he isn't. He wouldn't be laughing at all actually. He would probably drag you to the Quidditch pitch and pelt bludgers at you."

"This was your idea you nutter." said George yanking firmly but gently at one of Angelina's braids that was peeking out of the wig that she had on her head.

"Oi! Don't make me look bad because you look like a prat!" said Angelina playfully.

"You told me I looked dashing. You little liar you." said George as he tugged one again at her braid.

Angelina laughed as she tucked her braid back under the wig. She then rested her head on George's shoulder, the seriousness of the situation had crept back up.

"Hey Ang? Do you think that maybe we can catch a bite and a drink tomorrow before you leave? It's a Hogsmeade day, and I'll be there anyways for ol Zonko to sign over the shop to me." asked George, finding himself to be more nervous than he had wanted to be.

Angelina lifted her head to look at his face. She was happy of her smooth chocolaty skin at that moment as it covered up the extreme blushing that she felt she was doing. "Sure... I mean, that sounds lovely. I'd love to."

George couldn't help but grin. "Okay then it's sorted." He said nodding his head in a mock businesslike manner.

"I'm glad that you invited me to this George." she said nervously, head back on his shoulder as she anxiously thought of what his response may be.

George suddenly felt on the spot. He found himself feeling how he felt the first time he and Alicia was starting to get to know one another on a more relationship level. That was not a feeling that he wanted to feel for his deceased twin's girlfriend. Should he call her that still now that Fred was no longer alive?

Still, her words were comforting, as all her words were, so he couldn't help but to rest his head on top of hers. "I'm glad that you came." he whispered.


Harry had grown tired of watching his friends have fun, his professors have fun, and even people he didn't particularly like have fun. There was that thing that had caught his eye with Ginny, but he decided to address her about that later.

He had longed figured out that Ginny and Draco were a hell of a lot closer than they were before he left for the Horcrux hunt. Whenever he would ask Ginny about it however, she would either change the subject or simply say her and Draco were friends.

At first, Harry was inclined to believe that. But when Luka Krum came into play, he could see the conflict and jealousy in Draco's face and the way he would look at her reminded him of how he was when he first started liking Ginny himself while she was dating Dean.

Harry got up from the table and headed for the door with every intention on leaving. That was until a girl of blue ballroom gown elegance stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

He hadn't seen Daphne the entire night and seeing her at that moment made his heart skip a beat. She looked beautiful with her long blonde hair cascading in curls, a golden crown sitting upon it. Her dress was a vivid blue and white and it looked like an actual dress rather than a costume.

"Now Harry Potter, I know you were not about to leave without dancing with me." said Daphne, putting her hands on her hips in mock annoyance.

Harry smiled slightly, his legs acting as if they didn't want to move. "You look beautiful." he said, making Daphne blush. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"Thank you." said Daphne fanning out her dress. "I'm Aura. You know from that Beauty Sleep movie? Only I liked her blue dress rather than her pink."

Harry couldn't help but laugh. Daphne's slip up reminded him of Ron and his way of saying muggle things. But coming from her, it seemed downright adorable.

"Its 'Sleeping Beauty and her name is Aurora. Like the Aurora Borealis? And I like the blue on you too." he said lightly touching her sleeve.

Daphne put her hand on her cheek and shook her head slowly, very much embarrassed. "You mean, I've been saying it wrong all night? And no one neglected to tell me? I must have sounded ridiculous."

"Probably not. Unless you're Muggleborn you really wouldn't know. Some half bloods like myself would know, especially if they grew up in the muggle world. You're fine." said Harry reassuringly as he managed to hold out his hand to receive Daphne's.

Daphne rolled her eyes and laughed as she took Harry's hand. He led her to a space on the dance floor where he nervously put his hands on her waist while she linked her hands behind Harry's neck with no hesitation.

One thing he really admired about Daphne is her bravery and ability to just do what she felt she wanted to do. While talking and interacting with her, he often wondered why she ended up in Slytherin and not in Gryffindor. Then again Hermione's smarts often surpassed her bravery and she wasn't in Ravenclaw.

They swayed to the slow song that was playing. At firsts Harry felt extremely out of place. The last time he had danced at an event was the Yule Ball with Parvati 4th year, and he wasn't even that good then. But eventually he got into it once he seen that Daphne was having fun.

"So what happened to the Durmstrang bloke you came here with?" asked Harry trying to make conversation.

Daphne immediately scrunched up her nose. "He was okay for about an hour and then hr decided to try to put his hands where they don't belong after I told him no multiple times. He reminded me of that really pervy bloke that Gryffindor used to have." she said with disgust.

"Do you need me to hex his sorry ass back to Bulgaria?" asked Harry fully meaning it. "Because I have my wand on me right now."

Daphne laughed as she moved the messy fringe out of Harry's eyes that had fallen. "Always the hero Harry. Sometimes you need someone to rescue you don't you think?"

Harry pondered the question for a few seconds wondering what to say. "Maybe. Are you up for the job?"

"Sure. Just let me know when some fragile little flower tries to groups you. I'll be sure to hex off her hands if you like." said Daphne, both of them laughing at her joke.

"I feel so much safer already knowing that." said Harry as he spun Daphne out and back to him again.

The two settled into dancing with a comfortable silence. Both their minds were racing about what to say or do next.

Once again Harry felt the not so familiar feeling of being truly happy. He tried to think back to a time when he was truly 100% happy with not a care in the world.

"Fifth year." he whispered, meaning to have said it in his head.

"I'm sorry?" asked Daphne.

Harry shook his head trying to dismiss what he had said. Then he was overcome with the strong feeling of opening up to her. But not there.

"Will you walk with me?" he asked. Daphne nodded and the two walked arm and arm out of the great hall and outside.

The air was cool, but it was comfortable. They walked the same path that Draco had walked earlier, admiring the Halloween decor around them before Harry started talking.

"In there, I had said fifth year." said Harry. "I was thinking about the last time I was truly happy."

"And what happened fifth year?" asked Daphne, anxious to hear the story.

"Well, you heard of Sirius Black right?"

"The man who escaped from Azkaban that the Ministry was trying to catch?"

"Yeah. He was my godfather." said Harry cracking a small smile at Daphne's shocked expression. They soon approached a bench and sat down.

"He was framed for the murder of Peter Pettigrew. They said that he sold out my parents to Voldemort when really it was Peter. He adored my family. He and my dad were like brothers

Like Ron and I. "

"Anyways as I was saying, he was my godfather. We helped him get away third year. He wanted me to come and live with him when he was free finally. But things didn't work out. I heard from him through letters and sometimes the floo during my 4th year but I didn't get to see much of him as he was on the run. My 5th year however, the Order used his home as headquarters. I got to be around him more. Talk to him, get to know him. He would tell me stories about my dad, him, my mum, and Remus Lupin, their other best friend. He still wanted me to come and live with him. We were to be a proper family. Being with him and the hope of living with him was what made me the happiest ever."

"Sounds like he really loved you Harry. Like you was really his son." said Daphne, compelled at the moment to hold Harry's hand. He didn't refuse her.

"And then I made the stupid mistake of allowing Voldemort to manipulate my mind and have him have me think Sirius was in trouble, when really if I would have looked at the present he had given me, I would have known he was safe. I was impulsive. Almost got Ron and Hermione killed. And Sirius died that night."

Harry could feel the tears getting heavy in his eyes, begging to fall. Daphne looked at him, readying herself for whatever Harry would do.

"He was right there Daphne. I could have almost touched him. But he feel and disappeared behind the veil. I couldn't do anything to bring him back. If I hadn't been so stupid and went in the first place..." Harry felt his breath catch in his throat, forming a lump. He didn't know what else to say as he finally let a tear fall from his eye.

Daphne gently wiped the tear away with her finger. "Don't blame yourself Harry. It wasn't your fault. He did what all good fathers did and came to his godson's rescue. He knew what would happen. And yet, he was there for you, just like you were there for him. It's not your fault. And the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can heal."

Harry looked at Daphne as more tears fell. Daphne wiped away every single one without hesitation. He couldn't help but realize exactly how supervisor Daphne was to him at that moment.

Her gentle touches on his face felt as if she was trying to awaken something in him that had long since given up. He couldn't understand how this girl was getting him to open up about his emotions, his fears.

He didn't realize what he was doing until he did it. Harry leaned over and gently kissed Daphne on the lips.

At first, Daphne was taken aback. Could this really be happening? Harry Potter is really kissing her out here on this somewhat of a frosty night? But reality set in extremely quick and she kissed him back just as gently as he did her. She could taste the salt from the tears that had managed to slip through her fingers, but she didn't care. Harry needed this. He needed to feel a sense of normalcy. A sense of what it's like to be a normal teenager. Even if it was just for a moment.

It wasn't like the kiss was passionate. It was actually very innocent. Like a fourth year's first kiss or something like that. Still, it had meaning. And both parties felt it.

Though it felt like forever, the kiss lasted only mere seconds as the two pulled back and looked at each other. While Daphne looked somewhat pleased, Harry looked as if he had done something wrong and had gotten caught.

"Shit Daph, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." said Harry trying his best to apologize.

Daphne halfway expected this. She giggled in her head at the 'deer in lights with heads' expression on his face that shown that he must had thought he had violated her in some way.

"It's fine Harry. No harm done. What a bit of kissing among friends?" she said cheerfully as she once again moved the fringe of hair out of Harry's face.

"So you're not mad?" he asked, surprised that she didn't seem bothered at all.

"Harry, it wasn't like you sucked my face off like your friend did that one blonde girl in 6th year. Blaise and I almost felt sorry for him." said Daphne with a short laugh. "Let's just go back in shall we? I'm getting kinda cold."

Harry nodded and the pair stood up and walked arm in arm back towards the entrance. Harry's mind was swimming of the thoughts of Daphne, what they had talked about, and that kiss..

He had the feeling that maybe Daphne wanted to be his heroine, his rock, his saving grace. And while he felt more comfortable with her than he had even when he was dating Ginny, he wondered was he actually going to let her.