Finding The Way {A Harry Potter FanFiction}

Chapter 25: 'Friendly Dates,' Suggestion, and Kisses

Hey all you Potterheads!

Well, here's my next chapter! I was going to try and wait at least a week before I post again, but, like I said in my last note, I'm excited about this chapter! Yay!!!!!!

Anyways, I don't have much else to say...I guess.

I'm sorry to say that I have a strong case of writers block (I wrote this a few days ago, but I was trying to wait a bit before I posted it. I'm stuck on what to do next), and I need all the help I can get! I'm willing to take any suggestions! I NEED YOUR IMPUT ON THIS!

Oh! I do have an announcement!

When I first started this story, I was going to have this be their first through third year, and have another one after this, their fourth through seventh year. Now, I'm considering either;

~Two more stories after this, fourth and fifth year next, sixth and seventh after.
~Like I said above, one more story with the next four years.
~At the end of third year, just skip to the Battle of Hogwarts and finish up my little mini-series in two books.

Do any of you have any thoughts?

Well, here's the chapter! Enjoy!

~Christianne

Phoenix POV

I’m not exactly sure how I ended up in the hospital wing after my little situation in the forest, but I did. Me and Leo spent three days in the hospital wing, and by the end we where desperate to get out. The next morning, before classes, before breakfast even, we had Harry, Ron and Hermione running in. Harry practically tackled me into a hug, rambling on with Hermione about how they where so worried about not hearing us come to the dorms, and how we weren’t there when they woke up, so they came here.

“Whoa whoa whoa, we aren’t in bed in the morning, so you automatically think we’re in the hospital wing?” Leo had asked them, he looked like he was upset, surprised, and trying to hold in a laugh all at the same time.

“Yep.” Ron answered, yawning and grabbing a piece of my toast. Leo shrugged and fell back onto his pillow.

“Sound ‘bout right,” he sighed, grinning up at the ceiling.

There where a few normal weeks after that. Well, as normal as they had been before Leo almost had his soul sucked out of him and we where just the children of a murderer who may or may not want to kill us and our best friend.

By now, Max and I had been on a few of, what he called, ‘Friendly Dates.’ They usually where just us talking as we walked around the grounds, or hung around the hippogriffs (Copper had taken quite an interest in Max), or studying in the astronomy tower. When he sometimes walked me to the common room door, he’d always give me a light kiss on the cheek.

He came to see me once in the hospital wing too. The only reason Leo didn’t set him on fire, was because he had volunteered to bring us our homework. I’d asked him to give me a hand with the potions essay, and Leo pretended to throw up over his bed. I just threw a book at him. I guess Max’s little puppy dog demeanor couldn’t take our quarreling, because he said he had a Quidditch practice he was late for. He took a quick glance and Leo, who was absorbed with a book in his lap, and gently kissed my cheek, whispering lowly that he hoped I’d be well soon before he rushed off.