adored by him | *under editing*

first year × 11

Harry pulled on the Invisibility Cloak, grabbed a lamp and headed down the stairs. However, upon arriving in the common room, he froze. Nadia was curled up on the sofa by the fire, book in hand and a soft smile painting her angelic face. Her skin glowed in the light of the flames making Harry's breath hitch. He may have just been a child but he was falling for her.

He made his way across the common room being careful not to disturb her peace but, Harry being Harry, he managed to walk straight into the Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room. He inwardly groaned as Nadia's head snapped up. "Harry?" She questioned.

Harry uncovered his head and gave her a sheepish smile. "Hello." Nadia smiled.

"Make room, I'm coming." She placed her book down on the sofa and approached the boy who was shaking his head profusely.

"No, it's fine. Go back to your book, I'll do it by myself." Harry protested.

"Nonsense." She laughed her melodic laugh. "We're in this together." Hearing them words made Harry's stomach swarm with butterflies. He grinned and opened the cloak, allowing her to join him.

When he concealed them both, Nadia added, "Besides, I've read that book a thousand times." Harry chuckled as they exited the common room and crept down the corridors all the way to the library.

The lamp led the way as Harry unlocked and pushed open the gate to the Restricted Section. Once inside, Harry removed the cloak from the pair of them and they both began scanning the shelves labelled 'F'.

"Famous Fire Eaters...15th Century Fiends...Flamel...Nicolas Flamel...Where are you?" Nadia muttered to herself as she and Harry met in the middle, having no luck in finding anything remotely related to a Nicolas Flamel.

Then, Harry took a book from the shelf and began to skim the pages. However, all of a sudden, one of the pages morphed into a face and began to scream at the top of its lungs. Nadia and Harry wrestled to get the book shut before quickly returning it to the shelf. But, a voice echoed through the darkness. "Who's there?"

It was Filch.

"I know you're in here." He taunted. "You can't hide." Nadia grabbed Harry's hand and threw the cloak over the pair of them, accidentally knocking the lamp off the table and shattering it as she did so. She mentally face-palmed as they dashed from the room, swiftly sliding past Filch and his horrible cat.

They sprinted down the hallways, breathing heavily and often squeezing one another's hands for reassurance. Then, they stumbled upon a strange scene, causing them to halt instantly. Professor Snape had Professor Quirrell pinned to the stone wall, a fist clenched around the top of his robes. "Severus I--I thought..."

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell." Snape warned the stuttering man.

"What do y-you m-mean?" The, clearly terrified, Professor asked.

"You know perfectly well what I mean." Snape hissed before his head snapped in the direction where Nadia and Harry were stood. Nadia untangled their hands and covered his mouth to muffle his panicky breathing. Snape then reached out his hand as though trying to grab the cloak so the pair slowly crept backwards, avoiding his outstretched fingers.

Then, in one swift movement, Quirrell's robes were in Snape's hand again. "We'll have another chat soon, when you've had time to decide where your loyalties lie." He hissed like a snake itself. Breathlessly, Filch came running around the corner, the broken lamp in his hand. Nadia frowned guiltily.