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WALK THE LINE

Harry x OC

'for those that don't feel wanted.'


Chapter 1: Take Me Back To The Night We Met

Song Choice: The Night We Me - Lord Huron


Harry studied the Marauder's map with great scrutiny, watching Malfoy walk in circles while in the Slytherin common room. The footprints stopped suddenly, turning to face another name. Harry read it, feeling something heavy drop into his gut as he watched the two names face off.

Draco's name went to his dorm, but the other made its way out into the halls.

Before Harry could really focus on what he was doing, he had his invisibility cloak over his shoulders and was marching down the grand staircase. He looked at the map, watched where the name travelled. It evaded Filch and other patrolling staff easily as it wandered out to the grounds.

Harry felt the ball of nerves in his gut amplify when he saw them wander over to the black lake. When he made it out the doors and turned towards the lake himself, he felt the chill of the autumn air nip at his skin. He shivered, both from the cold, and from the person who came into his view.

Harry held his breath as he stared out to the figure on the lakeside.

She had taken off their shoes and were walking on the rocks into the lake. She stopped not too far in, the water lapping at her ankles. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stared out to the calm waters.

For a moment, Harry just stared, uncertain in himself anymore. Then, hesitantly, he pulled the cloak off himself. He dropped both it and the map on the grass, his eyes not leaving the girl in front of him. Part of him believed that, if he looked away, she'd disappear again.

"Sarah." He said quietly. She didn't turn to look at him, didn't react to him at all. Her eyes remained glued to the calm waters, almost in a trance. When no reaction was made, Harry took the incentive to walk forward. A few steps in, she finally turned to face him. He stopped, feeling pinned to the spot. Whether by some magic or his own mind he wasn't sure. Harry just knew he couldn't take another step forward.

Harry's green eyes locked with Sarah's bright grey. He's always thought she had beautiful eyes, even with her reservations, they'd always shone brightly with a twinkle in them. Her skin had always been a bit pale, but it always looked warm and colourful with pink cheeks and lips.

Sarah had always been beautiful to him, but the Sarah stood before him was different. Her grey eyes no longer shone, her skin was sallow, her cheeks sunken. Her clothes didn't fit right, hanging off her at odd angles. Her eyes were bordered by dark circles.

"Harry." Sarah's voice even sounded rough, like sandpaper on his skin. He swallowed, wanting to reach out to her. Touch her, tell her 'Everything's going to be alright'. But he couldn't. He couldn't lie to her or reach her. Even with the few feet that lay between them, he felt like a mountain stood in his way.

"I- Glad to see you're back." He said, trying to stay in neutral territory. Sarah snorted once, her face completely void of emotions. Was that the look everyone told him of? The one that made her look scary? He'd never seen it before, in all his years.

"Sure." She continued with an abrupt response.

"When did you-how did you-"

"Last night, Dumbledore sent for me."

He felt awkward, not sure what he could say. It hurt something deep in him, that weight in his gut was heavier.

When did it get like this?

He watched her for a moment, before she sighed shortly.

"Look- Harry just-" Her face was neutral, but her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Just leave me alone."

Harry felt it, fear rose within him.

He was losing her.

"Sarah-"

"No... No..." She shook her head, taking steps back from him as he tried to reach her. She stood deeper in the water, now shivering from the chill.

Harry stopped; he wasn't sure what to do now. He wanted to fix this, to make it better.

"Sarah," he tried again, "you don't have to do this alone love."

She scoffed loudly at that.

"I seem to recall my life being a lot simple without you in it." The comment stung Harry, but he wasn't about to leave. He took a deep breath.

"Sarah-"

"I said GO AWAY!" The water whipped up, splashing them both. The shock of cold water stunned Harry as he was soaked in the wave of water. Sarah watched him, her face soaked so much he couldn't tell if it were tears or just the water from the lake running down her face.

She didn't trust him anymore, not that he could blame her.

"I promise Harry, It's you and me."

He looked at her wrist, to the bracelet she still wore despite everything. For a moment he was taken back, to their childhood, and he wanted nothing more than to relive those days.

"We'll walk this line together, till the end of our days."

Back when things were simpler, and Sarah was still his best friend.


Honestly, at this point I'm just trying to de-clutter my brain from all these threads of stories in my head. There's juts so many ideas, but my hope is to toss it on a page and hope something sticks.

I will admit, it's been so long since I read the HP books, but I re-read SS recently and just thought of Sarah. I just wanted to have a half decent HP fanfic in my grasp. My other one was so bad I deleted it immediately, though some elements from it will make it into this story.

Anyway, think of this chapter as a 'glimpse into the future' for our young protagonists. Sarah is a bit different from other characters I've ever written, and you'll soon learn why.

Thank you for reading, I'll see you next chapter? Toodles

Iland Girl