The Rest of the Prophecy | Harry Potter

The Room

The rest of the week dragged on. Harry wouldn't talk to Victoria, Hermione wouldn't talk to Ron and Neville was caught in the middle of it all. That was the only bad thing about being in the same house, there was really no escaping one another. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Victoria, Ginny and Neville were all sitting around the fire the week before Christmas holiday studying and working on homework.

"Neville, could you tell Ron to pick up his papers off the floor so people can actually walk around here," said Hermione without looking up. Ron was sitting straight across form her, but she refused to speak or even look at him.

"Uh- Ron? Hermione asked you to pick up your papers."  Said Neville in a very uneasy voice. Ron just rolled his eyes and huffed. He started, loudly, picking up all his papers off the ground.

"Neville, could you also tell Ron to be quiet, some of us are actually trying to work." said Hermione. Ron just glared at her from his seat.

"Uh-Ron, Hermione wants you to-" began Neville.

"I fucking heard her Neville." said Ron standing up. "Neville, could you tell Hermione to stop being such a bitch and just talk to me?" He was looking directly in Hermione's eyes now.

Hermione shot up and said, "Neville, could you tell Ron that if he wasn't such a daft and arrogant prick then I would actually talk to him."

Neville looked between the two of them, frantically trying to decide if he should keep talking or not.

"Enough!" shouted Ginny. "Both of you are acting stupid. Go and talk it out, now."

For a moment neither of them moved and then Hermione stormed off, Ron followed.

"Now, you two." She rounded on Harry and Victoria.

"What? We didn't do anything!" protested Harry.

"Oh, don't act so innocent Harry. I've seen you avoiding Victoria for a week. Grow a pair and talk it out." She turned to Neville, "Come on Neville, let's go find Luna." Her and Neville walked off out of the common room.

Harry got up to leave but Victoria shot up and grabbed his hand, "No." she said flatly. "I'm not letting you walk away from me this time. Not until you have heard what I have to say." Her voice was calm but serious.

Harry sighed, "Alright."

The two of them stayed standing in the middle of the common room. Victoria didn't let go of his hand. She didn't care if people were staring, he wasn't getting away this time.

She spoke in a lower voice, "The other night when Dumbledore said what he said, not once did I think about leaving that room. Not once was I scared for myself and what the prophecy might mean for me." Harry continued to stare in her eyes. "The only thing that I thought the entire time was how I wanted to be there for you. Help you. I don't care if I get hurt in the process, you know why Harry? Because I care about you. I care about you so much. You can push me away all you want, but I'm not going anywhere."

Harry didn't speak, he just continued to look at her.

"Harry? Say something," she said in a quiet voice.

He grabbed her and muttered, "Come with me."

They walked out of the common room and made their way up to the seventh floor of the school. Neither of them spoke as they walked, Harry didn't let go of Victoria's hand.

They finally came to halt next to a tapestry.  Harry just started a looked at the wall.

"Uh, Harry? Is everything okay?" Victoria asked confused.

All of a sudden, the wall in front of them began to shake and move. Victoria moved to step backwards but as she did a door appeared where there had previously been nothing.

"What, how did you do that?" Victoria's eyes were wide as she stared at the door in front of her. Harry didn't say anything he just stepped forward and held the door open for Victoria to walk through. She slowly took a step inside and before her was a large open room.

"What is this Harry?" She looked up at the high ceilings in pure shock.

"It's called the room of requirement. It transforms into whatever you need it to be." He walked in front of her now and placed his hands in his pockets. He stopped in the middle of the room and looked at her.

"This room is where we could come last year to practice defense against the dark arts. We had to do it in secret and this room allowed us to do that." He paused and looked around the room. "The people that were in this room with me, all got caught. They could've ended up in serious trouble, some even got hurt."

He looked down at his feet and ran his fingers through his hair. He spoke in a quiet voice, "Everyone that I get close to, puts themselves in danger. Being around me is like signing a death wish. I really realized that in this room. Teaching people how to defend themselves against something and someone I alone have to defeat."

Victoria took a few steps closer to Harry and said, "That is just it Harry, you don't have to defeat this alone. There are people all around you that are here to help you. Even if you don't want it. The prophecy might say that you have to defeat Voldemort, but it says nothing about having to defeat everyone that supports him."

Harry sighed, "I can't bring you into this."

"You aren't, I'm bringing myself into it," said Victoria. She grazed Harry's hand with her fingertips. As she was pulling her hand away, he grabbed it.

He looked up at her and for a moment, neither of them moved. Harry then put his hand on the small of her back and said in a low husky voice, "Okay."

He pulled her in closer to him and gently pressed his lips to hers. Victoria closed her eyes, taking in every second of it. He kept one hand on her lower back and brought the other two the back of her neck. He bit her bottom lip, asking for entrance.  She gave it to him and moved her hands up his chest. She slowly undid the top three buttons of his shirt without breaking the kiss.

"Victoria," he muttered into her lips. She went to do the next button, but he stopped her with the hand that had been on the back of her neck. "We- we should take this slow."

Victoria slowly opened her eyes to look in his. She looked down, feeling a little embarrassed. This was the second time he had stopped them from kissing, was she doing something wrong?

"Harry, if you don't like me like that and don't want to -"

He cut her off by grazing his thumb across her bottom lip. "Trust me," he said. "The last thing I want to do is keeping stoping this." He looked her up and down and muttered under his breath, "Really the last thing I want to do is stop. But I want to do things right. Take you on a date, those kind of things. Nothing else is normal in my life, I want us to be."