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Aaliyah's knee killed her as she reluctantly turned around to come face to face with the one and only, Harry.

"Aaliyah! Are you alright?" Harry's face was full of concern. He offered her his hand, but she instantaneously denied it. She ignored his worried question.

"Were'd you go?" Aaliyah asked wiping off the small amount of dirt on her costume.

"I-I" Harry stuttered. He was quick to shut his mouth, staring at her with wide-eyes. Aaliyah raised her eyebrows at him, slightly tilting her head down encouraging him to continue to answer her question.

"You?" She encouraged.

"Why were you about to leave?" Harry avoided eye contact as he asked Aaliyah this. She huffed before crossing her arms.

"Well," She took a pause, "you left unexpectedly so I didn't have anyone to go with," She explained. "Funny how you told me to stay with you, but then you left me and wandered off to God only knows where."

"Look, I'm sorry it's just that-" Silence.

"It's just what, Harry?" She asked emphasizing on the 'what.'

"I'm not very social," He rubbed the back of his neck while still avoiding eye contact with Aaliyah. She knew it was partially true, but the other half of her wondered why he was being so secretive. How he knew her name and somewhat about her was the biggest question on her mind right now. But also, where'd he go? And what was the real reason why? 

"Okay well haven't we already been through this? I'm not either," Aaliyah raised her voice when suddenly, Harry's eyes looked up to met hers. She almost gasped at the sight. They weren't bright and glowing like normal. No, no. They were dark. Way darker than she's ever seen green eyes. They almost seemed black, with a gold iris. And for sure, she knew it wasn't anything ordinary. It was extraordinary. 

"There's no need to raise your voice with me, Aaliyah. I could hear you perfectly clear before," Harry's voice became even deeper than usual, as he took slow strides toward Aaliyah.

"I-I," She stuttered almost in a whisper.

"You what?" He asked. His question soft, although is voice was an octave even lower than before, and it seemed to increase it's deepness each time he spoke. This freaked Aaliyah out even more. She didn't like this mysterious man. She didn't know too much about him, but all she needed to know was what he provided for her to know, for her to define his persona as dangerous. A creep. A stalker. Something along those words. Aaliyah's heart beat increased as he kept walking towards her. She had that gut feeling. The same gut feeling she gets when she feels as if she's being watched. The feeling like you have an uncomfortable feeling throughout your stomach. Your palms become sweaty, and you feel like butterflies are flying inside your stomach. The nervous feeling. But then something clicked in her. Was he the reason for that feeling she got? Is that why he knew somewhat about her, although she knew nothing about him? Did he know she'd come to the party? Did he follow her? Does he always follow her? Just as Harry was literally only a few feet away from her, she finally spoke up.

"I have to go." She quickly turned around ignoring the pain in her knee from when she fell before his voice once again rang through her ears like annoying bells that you wish would stop. 

"Now hold on now," He sounded as if he were directly behind her. "Not so fast." A large hand was placed on her right shoulder, forcing her to turn back around to face him. "Where do you think you're going, Aaliyah?" 

"Home," She answered without hesitation, remembering the last time it came out as more of a question which made the presence of him current, which she did not want at the moment.