karalynn

Well today was the open house at the Elementary school. And guess what? The Wasps nest was still there in the Playground.

Other than that it was a pretty positive experience. Most of the kindergarten teachers left a good impression.

Here is a story:
I dont know what caused it but for some reason I startled awake. All my roommates were sound asleep.

I quietly padded my way out of the room down to the common room. The Gyffindor common room is always so warm and inviting. The hearth fire was going strong. And that is when I saw I wasnt the only one awake at this odd hour. There was movement in the big overstuffed chair before the oversized hearth.

I walked over to the chair to find..


"You're up late," he said turning to me. I noticed his shaggy hair, his circular bifocals, and his lightning scar. I could understand why he'd be up; he has every reason to be losing sleep with all the things that have happened to him.

"I can't sleep," I answered. "I had a bizarre dream tonight, and you were in it."

"Was I?" he asked. His piercing green eyes looking into mine. I wondered what was going through his head.

"Yes. I dreamt that you and I were at the Ministry of Magic. ANd there were dementors there. They were about to kiss me, and then you saved me. And the last thing I remember is seeing you fade away. It was kind of sad."

"I can imagine," he replied. "Well, you needn't worry. Hopefully I won't be disappearing anytime soon, God willing." He said it as if he wasn't being serious.

"I wish you wouldn't talk that way," I cried. "I can't imagine what we'd do if you weren't around." I felt my eyes start to swell up and release small drops of my tears. Suddenly, I see him stand up.
He's only wearing a thin undershirt with the Gryffindor lion emblazoned over his heart. Through I can see the skinny chest, emaciated from years of malnutrition at the Dursley's, but beginning to show the muscular tone of a born Seeker. He's grown; no longer the eager boy-child who'd rescued the Sorcerers Stone, he's become a heartsick soldier at the age of 16.

He looks at me again with that sorrowful expression and I know he doesn't understand the effect he's having on me. There's ache in those eyes; the eyes of a noble parent. He wants me, I can see it. Wants me as bad as I want him, so bad it hurts, so bad I can't breathe.

He reaches toward me, I can't move. In a moment I'll be in his arms, surrendering to the infamous Harry Potter, I'll give him something to make him glad he's lost his innocence....

His eyes shoot to something over my head and the spell is broken. "What are you doing here?" he says acidly.
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