The Girl Who Never Lived¹ | h. potter

💎Chapter 9💎

"Ciara, if you don't sit still long enough to eat, I might have to ask Hermione if she knows a stunning spell."

Ciara snorted and looked over at Ron, "Oh please. You, going to talk to Hermione? We both know that won't happen." The tips of Ron's ears turned slightly red, "You don't know that..." She just raised an eyebrow in his direction before going back to bouncing her knee anxiously and looking in the direction of the Great Hall doors.

After the incident where Neville broke his wrist and her (stupid) cousin threw Neville's Remebrall, causing Harry to fly after it, which also lead Professor McGonagall taking him away, most likely to Professor Dumbledore's office. Harry still hadn't shown up and what made her worry more was the fact that he wasn't responding when she asked for feed-back.

Her mind began to jump to ridiculous conclusions, though in her slight panicked state, they made perfect logical sense to her. What if they expelled him? What if they placed a charm on him to keep him from contacting me and he needs my help but I can't help him because I can't hear him? What if he's on his way back to the Dursely's and I can't help him because I can't. Freaking. Contact. Him. Her heart dropped down to her stomach as another thought hit her.

Oh my god, what if he's dead?

Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and brought her out of her thoughts, "Woah! Jesus, Ciara, calm down! You're hyperventilating!" She spun around in her seat and the first thing she noticed was the boy's messy black hair and bright green eyes. "Harry!" she yelled and jumped from her seat, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a hug. And Harry, being Harry James Potter, nearly lost his balance and almost dropped Ciara.

His arms somehow found themselves wrapped around Ciara's waist, holding her close to him. They both stared at each other for a moment, bright green eyes and russet brown eyes locking gaze with each other, neither looking away. It took a second for both of them to realize that Harry was holding her in the dip position. Harry carefully, almost too carefully, brought her back up before wrapping his arms around in a proper hug.

They both blushed when the felt the eyes of the Great Hall, both teachers and students, on them, watching their every move. Ciara pulled back and flicked Harry in the nose. Hard. Harry pulled back and stared at her shock, "What was that for?" Her glare was almost enough to make him shrink back, "You scared me! You didn't say anything and I thought they sent you back to the Dursley's and I thought I was going to be left here all by myself."

Her voice came out as a whisper at the end and Harry's shocked look softened. He smiled softly, "I'm sorry." She didn't say anything and she sat down, turning away from him. He sat down next to her, holding his head up with his fist. He gently poked her in the side, "Ciara~" he said, drawing her name out as long as he could

Ciara was still facing away from him, biting her lip to keep from smiling and laughing. Harry knew dam well that she was ticklish there. She turned her head so that she was looking at him from over her shoulder and did her best to glare at him. 'What do you want, Potter,' she thought to him, doing her best to sound mad.

But Harry saw right through that.

Harry smiled and if anyone of the Professors saw him, they would have had to do a double-take, because, at that moment, he looked more like James Potter than he ever had before.

He smiled at Ciara, "Are you trying to ignore me, Ciara Riddle?" She crossed her arms with a huff and turned away again, a small blush lining her cheeks. His smile grew and he suddenly began poking her side as fast and as many times as he could. She squealed and started pushing his hand away, "Harry James Potter!! Stop!!"

His smile grew and he continued to poke her even faster, "Stop ignoring me, then!" Ciara could barely stop laughing to answer him, "I won't ignore you! I promise!" Harry finally stopped and started loading up his plate with food, Ciara following quickly after him.