HIDDEN (D.M)

H A RR Y P O TT E R

"Don't be stupid Ronald!"

"What are you yelling at me for? It's Harry's fault she's in here."

"It's not! If it wasn't for Malfoy trying to push me off I would've seen her."

"It's kinda sad nobody but us is here to see her."

"It doesn't matter, she's part of the order Slytherin or not."

"Be quiet. She's waking up."

Everything feels like gelly. As I recollect what happened Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sit on one side of the bed all looking intensely towards me.

"Who won?" I whisper, my throat feeling like flames really needing some water.

My eyes start searching, Harry read's my mind as he passes me exactly what I'm craving.

"Gryffindors, but you did good out there." He awkwardly smiles, his cheeks showing a bit of redness.

"By good you mean causing my team to lose?" I sip my water feeling a soothing satisfaction as the burning fades. awkwardness sits in the room, immediately going silent after my comment.

Why are they here in the first place? Atticus must be upset with me, I know how important quidditch is to him given we had a month's worth of practice. But I thought maybe Delilah would be here.

"It's kind of weird all of you being here." I revealed.

"Harry couldn't stop blabbing about wanting to see you so he dragged us along." Ron answers before Harry could.

"Thanks mate, you can leave now that she's awake." His embarrassment is visibly noticeable but it's kind of cute actually.

Both Hermione and Ron stand up walking out the room leaving me and Harry alone.

"So-" he clears his throat before continuing. "Could I walk with you to your dorm? To make sure you're okay of course." He clarifies.

"Doesn't Madam Pomfrey have to see me first?"

"She said you could leave once you're awake, or to make this your new room seeing how often you come here."

Well that is true, Malfoy has put me here many times maybe I think I should. Then I'd be protected by these paintings constantly staring at me.

"I don't see why not."

As we walk down a corridor I can't help but wonder what he must be feeling right now. Knowing Voldemort is out there this second planning to kill him.

Knowing that in the end only one person will make it out alive, or having everyone looking up to him because he's the 'boy who lived'.

My body completely freezes, my brain begins to stop working, my hands start to feel numb.

You're a death eater Nova King.

Is written on a piece of parchment paper, just clear enough so my eyes can see. I look over to see if Harry has seen the same thing as me but no, he only had a worried expression written on his face.

"Nova are you okay?" He narrows his eyes, but I can't seem to do anything.

Someone knows.

"I- I need to go."

Someone fucking knows.

I yank the parchment off the wall and run towards my room. Nothing but panic courses through me.

I check the bottom of my desk feeling my notebook safely tapped over, some relief comes but it doesn't change the fact that someone knows me.

The actual me.

As the day goes by in my eyes that feeling of nothingness starts to creep by, like it's welcoming me with open arms- but then I heard it.

A drop.

Then another.

More began to fall and it felt like this was for me.

As I run I can feel the humidity in the air hugging me tightly, hearing the sounds of rain as it hits the ground, everything feeling at peace, that little happy moment you have to cling onto until the next time.

Just so it can keep you going.

When the rain finally touches my skin I close my eyes taking in this moment, I know it rains a lot in Scotland but this moment was much needed, just another little escape.

I keep walking, feeling every drop of water fall to my shoes soaking them up just like the rest of my clothes. The sun shines on my face feeling that warm satisfaction all over my body.

"Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember." I whisper to myself, letting myself ease into it.

"Things my heart used to know." I silently sing, pulling the curves of my lips into a smile.

There is something about the rain that tickles every nerve inside of me, something I can never feel unless it's the rain.

"Things it yearns to—"

I snap my head hearing a crunch close by the trees.

I look around for any sign of someone but there's nothing, just the sound of raindrops hitting the earth.

Suddenly my body starts to feel uneasy like someone is watching, the baby hairs in the back of my neck stand up.

Malfoy's watching me.

But I was wrong.

From the corner of my eye Harry appears, my body relaxes as he comes closer. His clothes hugg his body clearly being able to see his prominent muscles.

"Fancy seeing you here."

"I like the rain." I shared.

"I like it too." He smiles.

"What's your reason?" I asked, feeling a bit curious.

"Sirius once told me that every time it rained my parents would go outside and have a mud ball fight, it was a way to make them feel young again, a way to make them forget—" he briefly paused before continuing. "Forget everything that was going on at the time... So when it rains I try to feel what they felt." He finishes off.

"I'm sorry." I replied.

"For what? It's not your fault they aren't here."

It's my family's fault. My parents made it so you wouldn't grow up with a loving family, they tried to make it so you wouldn't be here in general. You paid a price you didn't deserve.

Now you're here talking with the daughter of the people who killed your parents.

"So what's your reason?" He now asks.

"It was my mother's favorite type of weather." I answer honestly.

"Was?"

I look over at him seeing the calmness on his face, his green eyes matching perfectly with the shiny grass.

"She passed away some time ago."

"I'm sorry."

"For what? It's not your fault she's not here" I grinned.

It goes silent, the only sounds coming from the rain and the swaying of the trees as the air runs by. It's not an awkward silence but more like the silence is better, better for us.

"You came at a time where it will only get worse from now on, everything will change and I need to know you are with us Nova." He suddenly speaks up.

"I am with you Harry Potter." I answer, and it's true I might have to be a double spy and sacrifice my happiness for it, but if it saves the good- the light.

Then that's what matters.