Snowflakes {Harry Potter}

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****Lyra's P.O.V.****

"I am Nataly Morgans." She smiled at me.

"Hello Nataly! I'm Ginny. What year are you in?" Ginny chirped, walking down the stairs.

"Second, you?"

"I'm third, but Ginny is second. She can show you around, I have to get breakfast." I smiled at her.

"Hey, Ly, wait up!" Sarah, Hermione, Ron, and Harry came running down to meet me.

"Hey guys. This is Nataly. Nataly, this is Harry, Hermione, Sarah, and Ron." I said, pointing to each of them in turn.

"Hello, Hermione, Ron, Sarah. H-hi Harry." She smiled shyly at Harry.

"Well, we have to go to breakfast. I'll take you to the office. Hermione, Ron, Sarah, wanna come with?" Ginny smirked at me, and I could tell what she was doing.

"That girl scares me." Harry announced as the other five walked away.

I felt relief flood over me as he said that. "Same. The smile was straight from my nightmares. She may look nice, but I've seen horror films. The one that looks the most innocent is always the killer." (No offense, Nataly V.)

He laughed lightly at first then walked ahead, freezing as he reached the doors. "Ly, we have to pack! Merlin, I forgot Sirius was picking us up today!"

"You're right! Wait. . . we?"

"Yeah, Sarah invited me. Didn't she tell you?"

I growled a bit. Sarah, I hate you. "No, actually, she didn't. I thought Hermione was coming?"

"Oh, she is. She said they made arrangements with Dumbledore."

"Cool. Let's go!" I giggled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him down the corridor.

I ran up the stairs and packed, my clothes, books, quills, uniform, cauldron, etc. Basically my entire room. I called Harry, who was sitting on the couch, over.

"Step on the bottom step."

"Bu-"

"I can't be bothered to drag my stuff downstairs, just step!" I said, waving my arms around lime a madman.

He shrugged and stepped forward. The steps almost instantaneously became a slide, and my trunk almost instantaneously fell down the stairs. Fun. Me being me, I fell down the slide face first.

I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming, but instead of hitting one of the corners of the trunk, I hit a soft wall. With arms. I looked up to see myself in Harry's arms, and blushed.

"S-sorry, Harry." I blushed, and went to get up, but caught his eye. I drifted off into my own world, lost in his emerald eyes.

Before I could process what was happening, our lips met. It was like one of those cliché movie scenes, where you can practically see the butterflies in the girl's stomach, and the sound effects in the background playing their hearts, beating out of their chests.

And in this cliché, I could almost see the cheesy fireworks- wait, that was a camera. I broke away to see two girls, one with frizzy hair, one with blonde hair.

"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER AND HANNAH ALICE ABOTT, YOU ARE SO DEAD!" I ran after them, smiling a bit at Harry.

I could feel fire flowing over me, and people cleared the way for me (obviously, I was on fire). Sarah caught up to them, got a look at the picture, and grabbed their wrists, using her Shadow to hide them. I smirked.