Chapter 5 Full Moon Night

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No One's POV

Lindsay Potter knew what today was. It was the first full moon since she got to Hogwarts. She would be with Harry and Remus in the Shrieking Shack tonight but for now her brother was asleep with his head on her lap. Ron, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Nathan, and Victoria, who is a friend of Lindsay's, came into the Common Room. Lindsay didn't notice as she sang and ran her fingers through her brother's hair.

Lindsay:

Deep in the meadow

Under the willow

A bed of grass

A soft green pillow

Lay down your head 

And close your eyes

And when they open

The sun will rise

Here it's safe

Here it's warm

Here the daisies guard

You from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet

And tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place

Where I love you

" Beautiful Linds," Nathan said.

Lindsay looks up at them and blushes.

" Thanks," Lindsay said.

" How come none of us have heard you sing," Victoria asked.

" I don't like singing in front of people," Lindsay said.

" Is Harry sick," Ginny asked.

" He just needs sleep. It's nothing contagious," Lindsay said.

" Are you sure," Neville asked.

Lindsay nods her head. Harry stirs in his sleep.

" Hey sleepyhead," Lindsay said.

" Hey," Harry said opening his eyes.

Lindsay puts his glasses on him.

" Thanks," Harry said.

" No problem. How are you feeling," Lindsay asked.

" Better," Harry said. 

" Good to know mate," Nathan said.

" By the way me and Harry won't be sleeping here tonight. We have some stuff to take care of and Dumbledore understands that," Lindsay said.

" What is so important that you need to break rules," Hermione asked.

" Hermione it could be for personal reasons and they don't want to talk about it," Nathan said.

" It's both," Lindsay said.

Nathan smiles then kisses Lindsay passionately. Lindsay kisses him back.

" Hello. My head is right below both of yours and I don't want to see you two kissing at this angle," Harry said.

Lindsay and Nathan pull apart turning bright red.

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