My Protector | A Harry Potter love story

chapter 5

Harry's POV

"Professor, can I as you something?" "You want to know why I stopped you facing that boggart, yes?" I must admit part of me wishes I wasn't here at this moment. I wish I was back in the common room with Ara, but I know that there's something about Professor Lupin that makes me trust him so. There's a comforting feeling that I have about him.

"I would have thought it'd be obvious. I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Voldemort." "I did think of Voldemort... at first. But then I remembered that night on the train... and the dementor." "Well, I'm very impressed," Lupin tells me as we look out from the Wooden Bridge. "That suggests that what you fear the most is fear itself. This is very wise." "Before I fainted, I heard something. A woman. Screaming. At first, I thought it was Ara, but I had a feeling it wasn't." "Well, dementors force us to relieve our very worst memories. Our pain becomes their power." "I think it was my mother... the night she was murdered."

"You know, the very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar; by your eyes. They're your mother Lily's." Professor Lupin knew my mother "Yes. Oh, yes. I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, but she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others. Even, and perhaps most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves. Well, your father, James, on the other hand, he, uh...had a certain shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it... he passed on to you. I also must admit, seeing you and Ms. Malfoy... it feels so familiar to me. I'm surprised to admit that she-" "She's not like the rest of her family, Professor." I firmly tell him. "No, no. I- well yes, I am surprised that she hadn't inherit her family's... backwards political ideas. But that's not what I was going to say. Seeing you and Ms. Malfoy... together. It does feel also, familiar to me. Your mother and father truly had such a great and grand love for each other. It did, however, take your father quite a while to win her over." I smile softly at the idea that Arabella and I remind the Professor of my mum and dad.

"She's unlike any person I've ever met Mr. Lupin. She makes me want to be a better person." "James said the same many times about your mother too, Harry. Just be cautious. You two are young. Don't be reckless. The rest of your lives is ahead of you." Professor Lupin walks back over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. "I know you two care for each other. Let that care bloom on its own time, yes?" I nod at him. I look back up at him and see his eyes wander off into the scenery of Hogwarts. It's so peaceful. To only hears the sounds of the forest around you and have it not be so overconsumed by loud noise. It's quiet. I miss quiet sometimes. I should take Arabella out here sometime soon. She'd like that. "You're more like them than you know, Harry. In time, you'll come to see just how much."

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Arabella's POV

"Honeyduke's sweetshop is brilliant. But nothing beats Zonko's Joke Shop. We never did get a chance to go to The Shrieking Shack, though. You heard that it's the most-" "The most haunted building in Britain, yeah, I heard." Harry cuts Ron off as he talks about all the shops he and Mione went to. We all look over near Gryffindor's common room entrance and hear a commotion coming from other there. "What's going on?" I ask. "Huh, Neville's probably forgotten the password again." "Hey!" Neville yells from behind us on the stairs. I hit Ron upside the head. "Oh! You're there." Ron is so bloody oblivious I swear. I roll my eyes at him. "Uh, let., me through, please. Excuse me! I'm head boy!" Percy shouts from the adjacent stairs. "Oh really what? No way. You're head boy? Like you haven't said anything about it at every possible bloody moment." I grumble to myself. "Get back. All of you. No one is to enter this dormitory until it has been fully searched." What the hell. Ginny comes out from the crowd to us in a panic. "The Fat Lady! She's gone!" I widen my eyes. Gone? How the hell can that happen?! The crowd separates and we all see that there's claw marks on the portrait and indeed the Fat Lady is gone.

"Serves her right. She was a terrible singer." "Not funny, Ron!" Hermione yells at him. " "Make way!" We hear Filch from behind us and see that Dumbledore is right behind him. "The Headmaster's here! Move! Everybody move!" Dumbledore and Filch go straight to the painting. "Mr. Filch? Round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find The Fat Lady." "There's no need for ghosts, Professor." Filch points his finger above us. "Fat Lady is there." The commotion gets worse we all scramble up the stairs to find where she is. After climbing quite, a few staircases we stop in front of a safari painting. "Dear Lady, who did this to you?" The Fat Lady sobs. "Eyes like the Devil, he's got. And a soul as dark as his name. It's him Headmaster. The one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle! Sirius Black!" Everyone around us murmurs in concern and panic.

"Secure the castle Mister Filch. The rest of you, to the Great Hall." Dumbledore instructs us. I look over to see Harry's eyes not leaving the portrait. Frozen in fear I can tell his mind is running in miles with different thoughts. I grab his hand in mine, and it breaks his thoughts. "Come on, Harry."

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We all are told sleep in the Great Hall. Girls on one side, the boys on the other. Mione lies next to me with sleep already consuming her. I on the other hand, can't help but continue on panicking at what this year might bring to us. I try to look over at the boy's side and can see that everyone is asleep except for Harry. There's something bad that going to happen this year. It seems to always be the continuous theme here at Hogwarts. I hear Professor Dumbledore walking towards my side of the room, and I shut my eyes and pretend to sleep.

"I've searched the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery, sir. There's nothing there," "Ah, thank you, Filch. He responds. "Yes, the third floor is cleared too sir." I hear Professor Flitwick tell him as well. "Very good." "And I've done the dungeons, Headmaster. NO sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle." Snape chimes in. "I didn't really expect him to linger." "Remarkable feat, don't you think?" Snape asks Dumbledore. "To enter Hogwarts Castle on one's own, completely undetected." "Quite remarkable, yes." "Any theories on how he might have managed it?" "Many. each as unlikely as the next." "You may recall, prior to the start of term, I did express concerns about your appointment of Professor Lupin-" Lupin? What does he have to do with Sirius Black? Did they know each other perhaps? "Not a single professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black enter it." I hear their footsteps get closer and closer to us. "No, I'm quite convinced the castle is safe. And I'm more than willing to send the students back to their houses." "What about Potter? Should he be warned?" My eyes snap open wide. Harry too? I furrow my brows in confusion. I sneakily try to turn my head and look over to where Harry is sleeping and of course, he's awake and hearing all of this as well. Dumbledore and Professor walk over to where Harry is and he shuts his eyes fast, pretending to sleep. "Perhaps. But for now, let him sleep. for in dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own. Let him sleep in the deepest ocean. Or glide over the highest cloud."

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Hey yall sorry for such a late update Ive had a bad couple of months and just the thought of writing seemed like such a chore to do and not something that I wanted to do anymore. But things are getting better, but of course I had to come down with strep throat again. Ew. But im using this sick day to write and take my mind off of everything. Please leave a vote if you liked this chapter, it really truly does motivate me that other people like this as well. I hope everyone is doing well themselves.

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