One-Shots for Contests

The Girl With The Heart Scar Series (Hearteye121)

Aria's Point of View

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I looked around the room we were in, observing every inch of it. It has a high-vaulted ceiling with stone walls and floors, pillows on the floor for everyone, and just about every single Dark Wizard catching device you could think of, like Sneakascopes and a weird mirror with shadows moving behind it.

"Aria, are you excited?" Fred whispers to me as I take another step into the room.

"Of course! I've been waiting since Hog's Head for us to do Patronuses!" I say eagerly.

"Someone is a little over excited," George mumbles from my left. I hit his shoulder. "What? You know it's true!" he says, exasperated.

"Shut it," I growl, but then smile. He smiles back, pushing me along as we make our way into the room.

Harry walks over to the middle of the circle, a little antsy to be having all of our eyes on him. He gulps and looks around at all of us.

"Okay everyone, I think today, we should, uh, work on conjuring a Patronus," he says, taking out his wand. "To preform the Patronus Charm, you have to think about the happiest you've ever felt. The absolute happiest feeling you've ever had, and let it fill you up. Get lost in that memory," he says, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"And to make your Patronus appear, just say, 'Expecto Patronum!' while thinking about your memory. It's hard to make a full-bodied Patronus, but with a little practice I think you'll all be able to!" he says encouragingly. "For example," he clears his throat, "Expecto Patronum!" he says, and a silvery stag erupts from the tip of his wand, circling around us all, prancing merrily overhead.

"Uh, Harry?" I raise my hand feebly. "What if we can't do it?" I ask, my face heating up. He smiles weakly at me.

"It's okay, Aria. The first time I did it, I was facing a boggart, and it wasn't easy. But you'll get it, trust me," he says. "Now everyone! Let's practice!"

Fred and George help me up and we walk to our own corner. Fred and George immediatly jump into trying, but all they can conjure is little whisps of silvery mist.

"Think harder!" I tell them. "What're you thinking about, anyway?" I ask, making my first attempt. But all I get is those little whisps of silver smoke.

"When I got sorted into Gryffindor," Fred shrugs. "Expecto Patronum! Oh, come on!" he groans. George and me laugh.

"I'm thinking about the time we made the Quidditch team," George says reminscingly.

"Gee, thanks, not about the time you met me?" I joke. The roll their eyes.

"What're you thinking about?" George asks.

I bite my lip. I was thinking about the Yule Ball, when I went with George. When I walked down the dorm steps into the Common Room, he just gave me this look that made my whole stomach do a backflip. I don't know why, though. I never liked George, nor do I do now. It was just that one time...

"That time at the Burrow when Ginny used a Bat-Bogey hex on you two for trying to transfigure her desk into a giant spider," I lie.

They smile, obviously remembering this moment.

"Expecto Patronum!" George yells.

Suddenly, a silvery coyota comes soaring from his wand, running and circling the room.

"Well done, George!" Harry praises him.

"Good job, Georgie," I smile at him.

Fred comes to my side, and nudges my shoulder.

"On the count of three, Air," he whispers. I nod.

"One," I hold my wand up.

"Two," I start thinking about my memory.

"Three," he says. At that same time, Fred and I both yell, "Expecto Patronum!"

From Fred's wand, a large hyena comes out, and from mine, a graceful dolphin. They remain there, right in front off us.

"We did it, Fred!" I say triumphantly.

"Mine's cooler then yours, might I add," he smirks. I hit his shoulder.

Then, a blinding light makes me close my eyes.

"Great picture, you two!" Colin Creevey says, coming over to us. He hands me the photograph he just took; A picture of myself and Fred with out Patronuses, smiling proudly at the bit of magic we just created.

I look over at Fred, grinning, and say, "This is my new favorite memory."