Harry's Flower

He's right...

The stair cases changed three times on our way up the seven flights. We didn't get lost. The changes don't very much. Four walls, four ways to turn. I have the ghosts to thank for that discovery, well, to be more specific, the Fat Friar. I hate that he calls himself that, but he doesn't seem to remember his real name. So, he uses the one the Baron gave him. He's very tolerant. He rarely gets angry. He says he has nothing to get angry about, because he's dead either way. But still, I envy him. Everyone finds it odd that I have good relationships with all of the ghosts. Even Myrtle and Helena. I just think they're misunderstood. It's angering, really. How people try so hard to steer themselves away from the things they don't understand.

"Okay," Ginny said, ripping me away from my thoughts. "Close your eyes. No peeking."

I laughed at that. "I'm serious, no peeking. We did all of this, the least you can do is let it be a surprise." I could hear the seriousness was real, but the joy was not too far under it. I smiled. "Okay, fine. But if something jumps out at me, I will not hesitate to punch it."

She doubled over in laughter. Her ginger hair covering her face.

"Fair enough, Lola."

I closed my eyes, and about three seconds later, I heard a spell, Alohamora, most likely. A door unlock, then open.

Ginny put a hand on my shoulder, and one on my elbow, leading me inside the room.

The first thing I noticed was the noise. Fire crackling. Rubber, balloons maybe. Laughing behind a closed door. Drinks being poured. Then the smell. Smoke, most likely from the fire. Butterscotch, they got butterbeer. Merlin, they're the best. Chocolate. Harry. Sweets. Wait!

"Ginny?" I asked curiously. Eyes still closed.

"Yes, Lola?" She answered, voice filled with amusement.

"I thought you said this was a girls night."

"I did." She said, I could tell she was holding back a sea of laughter.

"Then why is Harry here?" Let me remind you, I had not yet opened my eyes, or moved around the room. I was still standing right next to Ginny.

"What?" the laughter had faded away and was replaced by something else. Fear. "what are you talking about? Did you open your eyes?"

"No. I can tell he's close." After saying this, I opened my eyes to see Harry on a couch right in front of me.

"How did you do that." Ginny asked, looking at me as if I'd just killed a Ukrainian Ironbelly with my bare hands.

I pulled my locket out from my jumper, showing it to her. Her eyes widened so much, I thought they might fall out of her head.

"Your locket?"

"Yeah, my mother put a very rare enchantment on it, so that I could communicate with and detect whomever is wearing the other part of the set. No matter the circumstances."

I explained. Ginny looked surprised.

"The other part of the set. So, that means..."

"I have the matching piece." Harry said, finishing her thought and showing her the ring on his hand. Her face lit up. She smiled like the Cheshire cat. Harry fell on the floor laughing.

"What's that look for, Gin?" I asked, trying to hide the nerves creeping into my system.

"Are you two  Dating?" the way she said that made me want to shrivel into a raisin.