Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

A Kiss

Over the next three weeks Harry's scar hurt on five different occasions. Hermione and myself missed the last time because we had been asleep in our dormitory and Ron only told us in the morning what had happened.

"I saw it again," Harry says referring to the door. "But this time I got really close, it almost opened. If only I could see what was in there."

"Harry you must not do that! From what you've told me since we've been back, I'm getting more worried. I think Voldemort is trying to make you see these things."

"But how Hermione? Whenever I see things, it's not from the view of a human it's more like..." Harry fades away.

"Like what?" Ron urges. He didn't like that Harry's scar hurt and he was seeing things, it made him feel worried that Voldemort was near.

"Like a snake..."

"You mean? Are meaning to say..." I start but cannot even finish the sentence.

"Are you talking about Voldemort's snake? Are you seeing it through Nagini?" Hermione asks. Harry shrugs. "You need to see Dumbledore Harry. I'm serious. Maybe he can help you stop Voldemort getting into your mind!"

"He's not in my mind...is he?"

After a lot of convincing, Harry went a found Dumbledore. As it was the already he third week back, and exams were not too far away, teachers were piling more homework on. Hermione, Ron and I sat doing a fourteen inch essay for Umbridge while Harry was gone.

When Harry returned he did not look happy.

"Well what is it?" Ron asks as Harry angrily knocks over his ink pot, starting his potions essay.

"I have to take private lessons," he says scribbling the title, What are the four most used potions for the injured and how are they brewed?

"That's not that bad," Hermione suggests and I nod agreeing.

"They are with Snape!" He says and stabs the quill so hard it punctures the parchment.

"Ohhh," we all say at once.

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Monday came far to quickly, and I had to make the decision which essay to finish in my free lesson, potions or defence against the dark arts. Either way I was going to be in trouble, but I hastily rolled up my unfinished potions one and wrote a quick last two inches for Umbridge.

Harry however, did the opposite. He finished his potions and decided to not even try and write another inch of his defence against the dark arts, making him only hand up two inches next lesson.

"What is this?" Umbridge asks as Harry hands her the parchment.

"Been busy," Harry replies not looking at her.

"Hmm, too busy with Quidditch I suppose? Well, let me see... yes I believe I did write that those who did not complete homework, under the act of 12, you will henceforth be banned from extra activities."

"No!" Harry says standing up suddenly, "you can't do that! The last game of Quidditch is next week!"

I pull Harry back down, hoping he won't get into anymore trouble.

"Well I guess you'll have to miss that one. Bring your broomstick to me by the end of the day, and if you fail to do so...well, look at act number 37."

This turned Harry's mood from bad to horrible. At lunch, he went and broke the news to Wood who almost cried. "Who will replace you now?" He asked and Harry shrugged.

"I'm sorry Oliver," he said and came and sat back down next to Ron.

"Hey Oliver! Why don't you get Trista?" Fred suddenly says and the juice I had just put in my mouth sprays out onto Ron.

"Ewww what the hell Trista?" He says and I laugh before turning towards Fred, giving him a 'are you crazy?' look. "Listen, when I was teaching her,she caught it in five minutes. Come and see her tomorrow and then you can decide."

"Do I get a say?" I ask as Wood half heartedly agrees.

"Why not TaTa? You just need to stay on the broom this time," he says grinning. I spray him with juice as well.

The last two lessons of the day were easy, herbology and care of magical creatures. They managed to put Harry slightly out of his bad mood, until we were on our way back to the castle.

"Harry just think of it this way," Hermione says as we sit doing more homework, "once you've learned, you won't need to worry anymore." Harry didn't look convinced.

We stayed up late, waiting for Harry to come back, the common room was deserted apart from two fourth years.

Around 10 o'clock, Skilah, who comes to DA meetings, stumbles giggling in through the portrait hole. Ron looks amused and I roll my eyes.

Two minutes later, Harry comes in...smiling?

"How was it?" I ask quickly.

"Horrible," he says, a smile still plastered upon his face.

"Are you okay? Why are you smiling?" Ron asks, looking at him as though he is ill.

"After Snape, I was really worked up. Decided I'd go and let off some steam in the DA room."

None of us knew where this was going.

"Well I wasn't alone..." Harry says explaining more. "Skilah turned up. We ended up talking a bit and then..."

"What?" I asks smiling at how sheepish Harry looked.

"We kissed."

"What?" We all say at once.

"Harry!" Hermione says shaking her head but smiling.

"Yeah it was really sudden too, she just kinda pounced," Harry says and we laugh.

"Oh that's what they were giggling about when she came in. Good one mate" Ron says and I look at him.

"Well do you like her though Harry? You can't leave people wondering. You need to make up your mind."

"You're one to talk!" He says joking accusingly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I laugh, knowing exactly.

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