Finding My Way - A Harry Potter/ One Direction Fan Fiction (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Lena's POV

The cold floor decided to give my face a high five... thanks to Louis.

We were about to be later for our first class of the year, Transfiguration, thanks to Harry who decided to take a detour down 'prank Filch lane'.  Louis, in the hustle, slammed into me, shoving me to the ground.  After they got over their laughing fits of seeing me sprawled out on the tile, they helped me up.

I just let go of it, we needed to get to class.

"Come on, then," I punched Lou in the shoulder.

He grinned and started bolting down the hall with Harry and I. 

When we finally made it, class had begun.  Hermione gave us her, 'really now?' look.  Harry and Ron were trying hard not to laugh.

"Achem," Professor McGonagall placed her hands on her hips and looked to us, "Excuse me, but you are late to your very first class of the year.  Ten points from Gryffindor."

We groaned and received several death glares from the other Gryffindors.  The Slytherins smirked, except Zayn and Jonah who gave us goofy smiles and thumbs up.  Such great  friends I have.  Hermione shook her head in disappointment.  Harry, Lou, and I rushed to sit down.  I sat down next to Harry and Louis sat down next to Zayn.  Hermione was seated with Jonah... I started getting curious about them.  And of course Harry Potter was with Ron.

"As I was saying..." McGonagall continued.

"Hey," Harry murmured, "are we on for quidditch later, just you and me?"

I nodded and smiled before McGonnagal could notice our exchange.

Harry beamed and turned his attention back to McGonnagal.

 As McGonagall asked a question about... I don't even remember what, Hermione's hand as well as mine shot up in the air.  We were both getting anxious waiting.  Professor McGonagall sighed, "Miss Thompson, do you know the answer?"

I nodded vigorously, "Yes, Professor." And I went on with the answer.

"Correct, Miss Thompson, five points to Gryffindor," she went on with the lesson.

Hermione gave me a death glare.  It was a strange competition Hermione and I had.  Considering we were both the brightest witches of our year... Harry gave me a pat on the back.  

"Pfft," I snorted, "you still have to make up for the points you lost earlier, dingbat."

"Well if you tell me the answers to her questions, we wouldn't have to worry about this," he said quietly and grinned cheekily.

"Fine then, just wait," I was getting a bit frustrated.  If Harry did the work, he would understand this... Right?

Soon enough McGonagall asked another question and Harry confidently pushed his hand up as I whispered the answer in his ear.

McGonagall smiled but looked surprised, "Yes, Mr. Styles?"

Harry said the answer.

"That is correct, Mr. Styles, ten points to Gryffindor," said the Professor.

Hermione looked at us again.  Harry shrugged his shoulders and smirked. Hermione huffed as Jonah whispered something in her ear.  She turned around to the front again.

Harry grinned, "What's going on with those two?"

I let out a laugh, "Something... definitely something."

"We just have to give them a push in the right direction," Harry said mischievously.

We worked together on our brilliant plan.

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Niall's POV

"Mister Horan," Professor Sprout handed me a white slip of paper.

"Thank you, Professor," I said.

She smiled warmly and moved on.

I turned to May and Justin who were waiting on a couch for me.  Poor May had dark circles under her blue eyes.  They were speaking in whispers.  May pulled her knees to he chest and looked distant. 

"Hey guys," I plopped down next to May.

"Hey," Justin said.  May didn't say anything.

I put my hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

She blinked quickly, and turned to face me, "Yea, just a bad dream, would you mind speaking quietly, I'm kind of sensitive to loud noises currently."

"I'm sorry," I lowered my voice.

"It's fine Niall," she took a deep breath, "well, I have to go, Professor Binns will not be content with any tardiness."

"Bye May," Justin and I waved.

She kept her head low as she left the room.

"Sheesh, what's up with her, Ni?" Justin stood up and looked to where May was a second ago.

I shrugged, "No idea."

"Come on, we're going to be late for our first class."

"Which is?"  I was too lazy to look at my own sheet.

"Potions with Ravenclaw, let's go."

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Harry Potter's POV

"WHERE IS MY FIREBOLT?!" I screamed angrily at Harry and Louis after class.  I looked everywhere for it, in my trunk, under my bed, even in the supply closet.  Then it hit me, Harry and Louis.  

Louis didn't hide his smirk, "Oh we don't know, Harry. Why would you ask?" He spoke nonchalantly.

Ron scrambled off of his seat on the couch and placed himself between us, "Harry, what is this about?"

"They took my firebolt!!!" I tried lunging past Ron, but it was no use.  Haz stuck his tongue out at me.    I already had a terrible day.  To begin with Umbridge gave me a detention for saying Voldemort's back.  The back of my hand had 'I shall not tell lies' etched on the back of it.  Then, when I finally got back and just want to practice some quiditch, these wretched gits decide to pull a prank on me.  I sat down on a nearby couch and fumed.  I was not happy about this.

Then I suddenly realised, whoa I'm a wizard and said, "Accio firebolt." Unfortunately it didn't come zipping towards me.  I slumped my shoulders and let out a groan.  Louis left the room and returned with my broom.

"Sorry, mate, we know you had a rough day," said Harry.  

"It's fine," I stood up, pushing aside my anger. "Let's go play some quidditch."

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