A Harry Potter Fanfiction~Falling For The Boy Who Lived.

Chapter Fifteen~Yet Another Argument.

I was now in my fifth year. I spent my summer writing letters to Seamus and also to Harry, letting him know that I was there for him. He has been on the front page of the daily prophet, he had been called a liar. The truth was, the minister was afraid to admit that Voldemort had returned. A few weeks before going back to school, my owl Syla, had delivered me a letter from Sirius Black. "Savannah, I'd like to invite you to 12 Grimmauld Place to stay with me, the Weasleys and Hermione. Harry should be arriving soon too. If you would like you, just say the place in a fireplace and travel by floo powder. SB." I smiled before asking Gran. She agreed and I hugged her and Neville before going to Grimmauld Place. When I arrived, Sirius, Ron and Hermione were waiting for me. I hugged them all. "You heard about Harry?" Hermione asked as I went into our room with her. "Apart from him being accused of lying, nothing, why? Is he okay?" I wondered.

She explained how he had been expelled for under aged magic. He had performed a patronus in front of a muggle. "Surely it's obvious that he was just fighting off a dementor?" I stated. She nodded. "Exactly. But where he lives, dementors are less likely to be lurking around, You-Know-Who is clearly behind it." She replied. I agreed. Harry arrived a few days after. He had a trial to argue his case. He was very angry, but soon lightened up in our company. Over the next few days, we learnt that Grimmauld Place was Sirius' family's house that he gave to Dumbledore for Headquarters where The Order of the Phoenix was safe (army against Voldemort, my parents were a part of it) Harry survived his trial thanks to Dumbledore's help, he was so happy. We spent every evening laughing together and playing wizards chess. Whenever Harry couldn't sleep, I would also accompany him and we'd talk about anything and everything. My mood was soon ruined when returned to Hogwarts.

Seamus' face was filled with fury after I walked in after I heard Harry and him arguing before I witnessed Harry storming off with Ron. "You believe all this rubbish about You-Know-Who then?" He laughed harshly. I nodded. "Ridiculous. He's the reason my mam nearly didn't let me come back. Harry's lies completely ruined my summer. But, oh, of course you'd believe him, you always do." He snapped. I shook my head. "Please, Seamus, don't start this again. I beg you." I sighed with impatience. "NO! I'm sick of you defending him! You're like his fucking sheep! It's bloody pathetic... you're bloody pathetic. He's brain washing you! Why can't you see he's full of shit?" He shouted. I felt my lip quiver again. "I'm pathetic am I? You're the pathetic one! Shouting at me every time I help him, my friend! I'm sick and tired of it Seamus!" I screamed with pure anger. He snorted and his face went red. "Pfft! Friend? FRIEND? See you're a bullshitter just like him! Why don't you go fight You-Know-Who with your precious and perfect attention seeking Harry! Go fuck off!" He growled cruelly. "MAYBE I WILL! IT'S BETTER THAN LISTENING TO YOU HURLING ABUSE AT ME! YOU'RE A MONSTER!" I yelled. Seamus pushed over a table as I ran upstairs. He made my blood boil.

A gentle knock tapped on the door. "Go away Seamus! I don't care!" I sobbed. I had enough of his apologies. "Savannah... it's Harry." I heard a weak voice reply. I opened the door and let him inside. "Hey..." I said in a barely audible voice. My eyes were blood red from all the tears and my face was blotchy. "Hey." He smiled before sitting on the edge of my bed. I smiled slightly at him and tidied up my hair a bit. "I'm sorry about you and Seamus. It's all my fault." He whispered. I shook my head and sat down beside him. "Please stop blaming yourself. Jealousy and ignorance has taken over his temper. That's all." I reassured him as I rested my head on his shoulder. He sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands. "Look, I know you love him but I hate how much pain he causes you. I hear you cry most nights now and it kills me. I wish you were happy again, just like when I first met you. You deserve happiness, tons of it. You're a great person. I miss your smile Savannah. I lit up my day." He admitted. "If I didn't have you, I really would be broken." I stated honestly. Harry held my hand, then the next thing I knew, I leaned forward so our lips were now locked together. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. It should've felt wrong, but it felt right, something clicked, and somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to him like a life line, something inside me changed, never to be reversed. The potential feeling of guilt could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I was content to feel his breath come and go with mine. I was undoubtedly in love with The Boy Who Lived.