Phoenix Feather [Harry Potter]

f o u r [Cassidy Faye]

Harry suddenly cries out, "Cassidy, watch out!"

I look down to see that I was about to miss a step.

"Thanks," I say warmly. He chuckles and walks on.

Finally, we walk into the common room.

I gasp. The common room was beautiful. It had red walls, and two staircases leading to different rooms. There was a couch, and in front of it was a fireplace. It was warm, and smelt of cinnamon.

It was gorgeous.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Harry asks. I nod frantically.

I say goodbye to Harry and Ron, and go up to the girls dorms with Hermione.

I choose a bed, and Hermione walks in. I gasp. "You're in this dorm, too?"

"Yep. This is so exciting. I don't usually have a girl to hang out with." Hermione says. She sits on the bed next to me. "Although Ronald can act like a girl sometimes."

I giggle.

We both unpack our stuff and lay down.

I fall to sleep, dreaming about what's to come.

»⭐«

The next morning when Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I entered the Great Hall for breakfast, we saw Draco. He was entertaining his friends, the Slytherins, with a very funny story. A pug faced girl, who I learned was Pansy Parkinson, came up to us.

"Hey, Potter!" she shrieked. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Wooooooooo!"

We tried to ignore her, and sat down next to George Weasley.

"New third-year course schedules," George says, passing them over. "What's up with you, Harry?"

"Malfoy," Ron mutters, glaring at the Slytherins.

"That little git," George says. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, whilst glancing at Malfoy.

"I wasn't too happy myself," George says. "They're horrible things, those dementors...."

"Sort of freeze your inside, don't they?" said Fred.

"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" Harry said in a small voice.

"Forget it, Harry," George whispered. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he became all weak and shaking.... They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."

"Anyway, we'll see how Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," Fred says. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"

"Malfoy has a name," I mumble. "Its not that hard to use it."

Harry looks at me and suddenly snaps, "Why are you so obsessed with him?"

The Gryffindor table quiets down.

"I'm not, but he needs some respect," I say, hoping I'm saying the right thing. I have a knot forming in my stomach as his frown deepens.

"Cassidy! He gets enough respect from his d*mn jockies! You're so stupid!"

The heat in the room hits me like a train. I can't feel the tear run down my cheek as I slam my hand down on the table.

"God Harry! What is wrong with you?!" I tell, now standing up. He glares at me.

"You don't understand what Malfoy does to everybody! He's a bloody stupid git, just like you."

"You know what Harry, I'm done."

With that, I walk out of the Great Hall as more tears slide down my cheek.