Helium | Harry J. Potter

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Three months later...

ALURA's POV

Life sucks.

Every day feels the same; I wake up, eat, go to classes, and sleep. Then I wake up the next morning to do it all over again.

Katerina never returned to Hogwarts after Christmas break. Blaise and I aren't talking anymore. He's furious with me for not telling him about Theo's death. But I'm even more furious with Harry.

He ruined everything between Blaise and me. I was going to tell Blaise everything eventually, I just didn't think it'd be appropriate to say it over a letter.

Harry spent an entire week apologizing to me over and over again, but I can't forgive him. Not this time. Whether it was an accident or not, he had no right to say anything.

Staring at the ceiling of my dorm room, I sighed and turned to my side. For some reason, I'm imagining Harry laying next to me, holding my hand and kissing them while whispering promises in my ear. Promises he doesn't mean.

I looked at the clock next to my bed and it's only eleven at night. After weighing my options, I decided to roam the castle for about the eighth night in a row.

It's only a rumor that Filch monitors the halls at night. If you walk near the right places, he won't catch you.

I put on my slippers and cautiously exited my dorm room. There were a few students in the common room chatting, but none of them saw me walk by.

I slipped out of my common room and began walking around. The portraits on the wall kind of creeped me out. You'd think after almost five years you'd get used to them. Nope.

I went into the prefect's bathroom like I had every night. I only put my feet in the water because I didn't have the energy to change out of my pajamas.

One thing I did not anticipate for tonight was another person joining me...

HARRY's POV

Alura hates me. I know she does. She can't even look at me. I understand, though.

Over the past few months, I've noticed that Alura and Blaise haven't been talking. I feel like shit because I basically ruined their friendship.

I don't know whether I or Ron woke up, but all I know now is that he's asking me if I went to some party.

"No, I haven't gone to a party, Ron," I snapped because he woke me up. "Why do you think so?"

"I can smell the scotch on your breath from here," he whispered. "Harry, I'm worried about you."

I only had one drink before going to bed. I couldn't possibly reek of alcohol that much.

"I'm fine."

"You aren't, Harry. This isn't normal for you."

"I said I'm fine, Ron," I snapped. "Now go back to bed," I mumbled.

He huffed and angrily ducked underneath my bed and pulled out a half-empty bottle of scotch.

"This isn't 'fine'!" he whispered shouted at me. He angrily stomped away with the bottle, and I chased after him.

"What are you doing?"

"It's for your own good, Harry." He's now standing over the bathroom drink, pouring it down the drain.

My impulse wants me to knock the bottle out of his hand, but I know he's right.

It's not like I'm addicted to alcohol, but the fact I'm even drinking it at all is concerning.

"Harry, please tell me what happened between you and Alura. You've been off since we got off of break, and it's concerning me."

From there, I told him everything that has happened. From me requesting Alura to do my potions essay to our "break up."

It feels better now that I'm finally telling him everything. I won't say that a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but now that Ron knows I don't need to hide anything from him anymore.

"You threatened to tell Stefan about her and Cedric having sex?" he repeated. "Well no wonder she won't talk to you!"

I genuinely laughed for the first time in a while. "Thank you for everything."

"Of course. Now we should get back to bed before Dean or Seamus kill us - you more than me."

"I'm going to walk around the castle, but good night, Ron."

He told me good night and went off to bed. I'm not very tired. Talking to Ron will get you that.

Carefully, I crept out of the room. I don't know where I'm going, but it will be anywhere Filch isn't

As I was passing the prefects bathroom, I heard the water running.

Who is in there at eleven-thirty p.m.?

Out of curiosity, I went inside. My pulse quickened as I saw her. Alura with her feet in the water, staring outside the window. The moon is shining down on her and she just looks so peaceful.

I quietly sat next to her, not quiet enough to startle her, though. Alura turned around, but then looked back outside.

"You're going to have to talk to me eventually. We live together."

"I know."

"What more do you want me to do? I've apologized more than I ever have in my life," I complained. "And I meant every single one of those apologies."

"It's not about you, Harry. I just... I'm not in the right headspace to be doing anything right now." She sighed and turned to me.

It's taking everything inside of me not to caress her cheek right now. "I understand that. I know we're not friends or anything more, but you can always come to me."

"God, this is so difficult." She let out a harsh breath. "I've been thinking about you nonstop for months. You keep saying the right things, and-"

That's all I needed to hear. I pressed my lips to hers, not expecting her to kiss me back. But she does.

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Is it weird that I ship Ron and Harry but also ship Harry and Alura but then ship Hermione and Alura but also ship Hermione and Ron?

Anyways I'm listening to Lana rn