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Swizzlestick · 09-10-2006, 07:24 PM

Part 2

The next two weeks were like any other, they got up, got dressed, went to breakfast and then classes. But somehow Harry felt something was different today, since he had woken up he had a feeling of dread in his gut that he couldn’t explain. He had felt something similar the night he and Dobby roamed the large school to Karis’ secret basement, but brushed it aside, feeling that maybe he was being a little paranoid.

He had met Luna at Breakfast and she had sensed that Harry was not his usual self. “Don’t worry Harry. I’ll be there with you.” She had said to him, while holding his hand, after he had told her that he felt something big was coming this way. But he let go of her hand, and turned his head away from her face; as a stab of dread penetrated his chest, at the thought of her being anywhere near him when Voldemort would ultimately strike.

After witnessing the memory of Karis Dumbledore, he didn’t want Luna anywhere near him, he had seen enough heartbreak and death to last him a lifetime and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing anyone else; especially her.

“Why are you being so cold?” she asked, her face expressing pure sorrow at the young man that she had so deeply fallen in love with.

“I don’t mean to be.” he replied, finding it hard to look her in the eye. “It’s just…. well, if something was to happen to me, I don’t want you to be there, I can’t protect myself and you too.” Harry searched her face, he thought she may cry and he couldn’t bear to witness that, he didn’t want to make her cry, but he didn’t want her to die either, so the tears that flowed down her face so freely was bearable to watch, even if it was only for a few seconds, as he quickly turned his face away again.

“Are you telling me that we cannot be together anymore?” she replied, her voice shaking as she fought so hard to control her sobs.

“I…” Harry hesitated, he didn’t want to say yes, it was killing him, the thought of it made him feel sick, and that’s when he realised. “NO!” he replied, rather shrilly; which made her sobs stop abruptly.

She searched his face with a confused frown. “Well, what are you implying Harry?” she asked with a note of frustration.

“Luna.” he started, taking hold of her hand. “When Voldemort finds out that we are together you will be a target, I’m just scared about what he would do to you. I’ve seen how evil he is. I watched him kill Cedric! I witnessed the murder of Karis’ parents. He will stop at nothing until I am broken, and you and Karis will be his main target, along with Ron and Hermione, I just know it! – I can’t explain it, but since I have been able to communicate in telepathy, I’ve been feeling more emotions too.” Harry paused for a few moments, then pointed to his scar on his forehead, and continued. “This is what bounds me to him and he will not stop, and therefore neither can I Luna, because if I do…. He will kill me. What if I’m not good enough to protect you all?” said Harry finally, putting his head down, as he fought with the comprehension of his words.

“For starters Harry, you have Dumbledore’s Army and the Order behind you, but your insecurities are understandable; I’m scared too, we all are, but I already know this. Why are you telling me things I already know?” she asked, while a frown still apparent on her young face. “Or are you trying to tell me something else Harry?” she said, her eyebrows raised; awaiting his reply.

Harry looked up at Luna, he looked momentarily surprised at her sudden calm interrogation. She smiled at him as he stared into her wet tear-streaked face. Harry felt odd, he had a flutter in his stomach that he felt once before but pushed it aside as he didn’t understand what it meant. But he did now, the realisation had hit him like a ton of bricks and it was only a matter of time before everyone else knew too, but that was what he was scared of – he would be her downfall, or could it be, she would be his?

“You know how much I care for you Luna, but I don’t think you understand what I mean.” He replied, still holding tight onto her hand.

“Then don’t push me away Harry, I know you are worried for my safety, but to be honest, I think I have the right to be more concerned about yours, so don’t ever tell me I don’t understand!” she shot back, portraying notes of anxiety.

Harry couldn’t find an answer to that, and if anything he could have kicked himself for starting this conversation with her in the first place – she always got the better of him in the end, her words were sometimes very wise, even if she was still only fifteen.

“You know what! You really are Loony!” he mocked quietly, with a small grin on his face.

“No, I’m not Harry, I just see you for what you are and I love what I see, you are not a carried burden, nor do I see you as a threat. And even if you are, then I would rather spend the best year of my life with you, then an eternity without! Now if you will excuse me, I have to go to class.” Luna started to rise from her chair but Harry still had hold of her hand, his face expressing astonishment at her words. No-one had ever expressed their feelings like Luna did to Harry. She was never afraid to speak the truth, even if they were of secrets she held locked within her breast. Her biggest secret of all was revealed to him in such a sardonic manner, that it took him a few moments of grasp what she meant.

For once Harry couldn’t say anything, he just looked at her, she stared back and finally he let go of her hand. “I meant what I said Potter, so stop trying to push me away because I won’t be pushed easily!” she then threw him a small but warm smile, and left the great hall for her first class of the day.

09-10-2006, 07:24 PM	#63 (permalink)
Swizzlestick Puffskein Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: The Highest cloud on Loon-Land Posts: 1,806	Part 2 The next two weeks were like any other, they got up, got dressed, went to breakfast and then classes. But somehow Harry felt something was different today, since he had woken up he had a feeling of dread in his gut that he couldn’t explain. He had felt something similar the night he and Dobby roamed the large school to Karis’ secret basement, but brushed it aside, feeling that maybe he was being a little paranoid. He had met Luna at Breakfast and she had sensed that Harry was not his usual self. “Don’t worry Harry. I’ll be there with you.” She had said to him, while holding his hand, after he had told her that he felt something big was coming this way. But he let go of her hand, and turned his head away from her face; as a stab of dread penetrated his chest, at the thought of her being anywhere near him when Voldemort would ultimately strike. After witnessing the memory of Karis Dumbledore, he didn’t want Luna anywhere near him, he had seen enough heartbreak and death to last him a lifetime and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing anyone else; especially her. “Why are you being so cold?” she asked, her face expressing pure sorrow at the young man that she had so deeply fallen in love with. “I don’t mean to be.” he replied, finding it hard to look her in the eye. “It’s just…. well, if something was to happen to me, I don’t want you to be there, I can’t protect myself and you too.” Harry searched her face, he thought she may cry and he couldn’t bear to witness that, he didn’t want to make her cry, but he didn’t want her to die either, so the tears that flowed down her face so freely was bearable to watch, even if it was only for a few seconds, as he quickly turned his face away again. “Are you telling me that we cannot be together anymore?” she replied, her voice shaking as she fought so hard to control her sobs. “I…” Harry hesitated, he didn’t want to say yes, it was killing him, the thought of it made him feel sick, and that’s when he realised. “NO!” he replied, rather shrilly; which made her sobs stop abruptly. She searched his face with a confused frown. “Well, what are you implying Harry?” she asked with a note of frustration. “Luna.” he started, taking hold of her hand. “When Voldemort finds out that we are together you will be a target, I’m just scared about what he would do to you. I’ve seen how evil he is. I watched him kill Cedric! I witnessed the murder of Karis’ parents. He will stop at nothing until I am broken, and you and Karis will be his main target, along with Ron and Hermione, I just know it! – I can’t explain it, but since I have been able to communicate in telepathy, I’ve been feeling more emotions too.” Harry paused for a few moments, then pointed to his scar on his forehead, and continued. “This is what bounds me to him and he will not stop, and therefore neither can I Luna, because if I do…. He will kill me. What if I’m not good enough to protect you all?” said Harry finally, putting his head down, as he fought with the comprehension of his words. “For starters Harry, you have Dumbledore’s Army and the Order behind you, but your insecurities are understandable; I’m scared too, we all are, but I already know this. Why are you telling me things I already know?” she asked, while a frown still apparent on her young face. “Or are you trying to tell me something else Harry?” she said, her eyebrows raised; awaiting his reply. Harry looked up at Luna, he looked momentarily surprised at her sudden calm interrogation. She smiled at him as he stared into her wet tear-streaked face. Harry felt odd, he had a flutter in his stomach that he felt once before but pushed it aside as he didn’t understand what it meant. But he did now, the realisation had hit him like a ton of bricks and it was only a matter of time before everyone else knew too, but that was what he was scared of – he would be her downfall, or could it be, she would be his? “You know how much I care for you Luna, but I don’t think you understand what I mean.” He replied, still holding tight onto her hand. “Then don’t push me away Harry, I know you are worried for my safety, but to be honest, I think I have the right to be more concerned about yours, so don’t ever tell me I don’t understand!” she shot back, portraying notes of anxiety. Harry couldn’t find an answer to that, and if anything he could have kicked himself for starting this conversation with her in the first place – she always got the better of him in the end, her words were sometimes very wise, even if she was still only fifteen. “You know what! You really are Loony!” he mocked quietly, with a small grin on his face. “No, I’m not Harry, I just see you for what you are and I love what I see, you are not a carried burden, nor do I see you as a threat. And even if you are, then I would rather spend the best year of my life with you, then an eternity without! Now if you will excuse me, I have to go to class.” Luna started to rise from her chair but Harry still had hold of her hand, his face expressing astonishment at her words. No-one had ever expressed their feelings like Luna did to Harry. She was never afraid to speak the truth, even if they were of secrets she held locked within her breast. Her biggest secret of all was revealed to him in such a sardonic manner, that it took him a few moments of grasp what she meant. For once Harry couldn’t say anything, he just looked at her, she stared back and finally he let go of her hand. “I meant what I said Potter, so stop trying to push me away because I won’t be pushed easily!” she then threw him a small but warm smile, and left the great hall for her first class of the day.