Harry's Flower

Harry!

Professor Maggonagl called our names one at a time, I didn't understand why until Harry's turn why the hat she placed on our head would determine our Houses. But, I can hear his thoughts.

Oh difficult, very difficult. Much courage, not a bad mind, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?

H: Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin.

No? You could be great you know. Slytherin will help you along the way. But if you're sure,

H: Not Slytherin, anything but Slytherin.

Better be ... "GRYFFINDOR!"

M: Will.

H: What?

M: The hat said you could be great. But it was wrong. You will be great.

He was already across the room, but I saw his face turn red.

M: You're blushing

H: shut up.

"Lotus Lily Allen!"

H: Lily? Your middle name is Lily?

M: Yeah. Why?

H: That's my mother's name

M: oh

So much here. Knowledge, courage, so much courage.

M: Yeah Mom told me I'm braver than I know

She's correct. "GRYFFINDOR!"

H: I guess we're family now

M: Yeah, I guess you're my brother

H: No! I take it back! Please never call me that, ever again.

I laughed so hard, I teared up.

H: It's not funny.

But when I came to sit, he was biting back a smile.

Later, while we were eating, Azalea, my owl, flew through the window, and onto my shoulder, she had a letter in her beak. She's small so I didn't mind. "Hi, beautiful. What's this?" I took the letter and gave her a small piece of the Pumpkin Pasty I'd been nibbling on.

Lotus,

I'd like to see you. Come to my office tomorrow, after your classes.The password is Sherbert Lemon.Albus Dumbledore.I reached up to pet Azalea, but she wasn't there anymore. But, Harry was.

H: What's wrong? Who's the letter from?

M: Dumbledore

H: Really? Why did your mom trust him so much?

M: No idea

H: Do you think they had something going on?

M: What do you mean

H: Like, a student-teacher affair?

"Harry!" I didn't care that I was actually speaking.

"What? I just mean it could be a possibility" He was biting back a laugh.

"Not funny" I said with complete seriousness and he stopped smiling.

H: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

He placed his hand on my knee. I blushed, but didn't pull away. And neither did he. So, I laced my fingers into his.

M: It's okay.

A few minutes later, I felt something on my leg. A piece of parchment in the shape of a kitten.

Lotus,

Meet me in the owlery after dinner.

~D