The Way We Fall | Book 3

Chapter 9: Expecto Patronum!

"Riley, come here, I need to show you something!" Harry whisper-yelled, jogging up to me in the library. "What is it?" I asked, standing up. He grinned, and grabbed my hand. "Just come on, you'll love it, I promise." I followed him through the corridors, wondering what it could possibly be that he needed to show me? So many different thoughts swam through my mind as we raced around corners, and up stairs. Finally, we stopped in front of a wall.

He grinned, and looked up at it, as if he were expecting it to do something important. "It's...a wall," I said, frowning. "No, I promise it's different. It's absolutely perfect!" I stared up at it, waiting for something to happen. Finally, something began to appear. Soon enough, it formed the shape of a large door. He pushed it open, and led me into a large room, with mirrors on the walls. In one corner, there were bookshelves packed with all sorts of books. In another, there were about twenty Death Eater dummies. Then, in the third, there was a stack of cushions, assumingly for people to sit on. But, what was it for?

"It's nice, Harry, but what is it for?" I asked. I felt his arms wrap around my wait from behind, as he rested his chin on my head. "It's for D.A. The Room of Requirement, or ROR is what it's called. It only appears when one is in real need of it. Isn't it great?" I smiled, and leaned into him. "It's perfect. It's almost like Hogwarts wants us to fight back." He kissed me, and nodded his head. "That's exactly what I thought.

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So far, D.A has been going great. I've been learning a ton of new things, and improving my skills as well. If it weren't for Harry, I'd probably still have no idea how to produce a Patronus Charm, which is what he was teaching us today. "Expecto Patronum!" I said, waving my wand. A silvery Doe shot out, and pranced merrily around the room. I remember Harry telling me that his Patronus was a Stag.

According to one of the books I found in the library, this meant that we were soulmates. Hermione smirked at me when she saw it. "So, you and Harry are really soulmates." I blushed, and lightly hit her arm. "You've got no room to talk, Hermione Weasley!"

"Did someone just say," Fred began, as he and his twin brother walked up beside us. "Hermione Weasley?" George finished. "Indeed I did." I told them, smirking at her dark red face. "Couldn't say we disagree." Ha, aren't I always right. Romione forever! I grinned, and looked over at Harry, who was trying to help Cho. But, she was so focused on him, that her attempt at producing a Patronus resulted in absolutely nothing. I'm really staring to hate that girl. She knows Harry and I are going out, so why bother trying to get him to like her. It wasn't going to happen...hopefully. 

Instead of getting mad about it, I decided to brush it off, and go back to what I was doing. "Expecto Patronum!" Once again, a Doe shot out from the tip of my wand. I absolutely loved the sight of it. Suddenly, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. "I Doe, huh? Guess that makes us soulmates." Harry's voice inquired, making me grin. "I guess so. Can't say I don't like the idea of that." He kissed my cheek, hugging me closer to his side. Then, we watched my Patronus prance around until it faded away.

"You're learning fast. I'm very proud of you." He told me. "It's all thanks to you. You should be proud of yourself," After a moment, he kissed me swiftly, and walked over to Neville, who was still struggling. I kind of feel sorry for him. He always seems to struggle, and no matter how hard Harry tries to help him, he just can't get the hang of it. But, I have noticed some improvement, so that's good.

I smiled at the thought of it, and looked around at everyone else. Everyone seemed so engaged, and happy with their work. To think all of this was because of Harry was unbelievable to me. I always knew he could do wonderful things, but what I didn't know, is that he'd go this far to do it. No wonder Cho likes him. Too bad she'll never get him.