Out of The Shadows (Golden Trio Era) {1}

Gryffindor Whore

It was Saturday night, Mikayla waited next to the door of her dormitory in the dark while everyone else slept. A quiet knock came from the other side of the red stained wood door. She twisted open the cold metal handled door. Harry waited outside in a long sleeved grey pajama shirt and plaid pants that dragged on the floor. "come on," he whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the dorm, she left the door open so she could get back inside later. They walked quietly down the stone steps into the common room, where the only sound was the non-stop fire roaring in front of the couch. "Sirius?" Harry whispered , looking around the room. On an arm chair, Mikayla saw a copy of The Daily Prophet with a picture of Harry in the center. She smirked and picked it up and began to read out loud. " 'I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now.... Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it.... I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me....' Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Mikayla Black, a stunningly pretty daughter of murderer and wanted convict, Sirius Black, and the deceased head of the Spell Damage Department in St. Mungo's, she, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.' " Mikayla laughed at the article but Harry tore it from her hands and crumpled into a ball. He threw it into the fire and sat down on the couch. "C'mon now, I'm sure you don't actually cry about them at night. I did however warn you about her and how she twists things, for example our friendship is now a possible more than friends relationship." Mikayla teased him, he rolled his eyes and sat down next to her.

The fire hissed and both their heads snapped towards it. Ash and sparks flew up as if something was trying to push through the burning logs. Mikayla tilted her head and leaned towards it accidentally head bumping Harry. "Ouch." Harry rubbed his head jokingly after Mikayla apologised profusely. A face carved from the ashes burst through the fire and gasped. "Dad?" Mikayla questioned unconvinced she was actually seeing her father in the fire grate. "How--?" Harry started to ask, giving Mikayla some relief that she wasn't going crazy but Sirius cut him off. "I don't have much time, so let me get straight to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dad wheezed. "No!" Harry shouted and whispered at the same time. "Shh- I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort. But who was the third man in the room?" Mikayla held onto Harry's hand for comfort as he told Sirius about his dream. "I don't know." "You didn't hear a name?" "No. Um... Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important." "And what was that?" Sirius asked in a hurried voice. Harry hesitated to speak. "He wanted... me... I don't know why, but he was going to use this man to get to me. But, I mean, it was only a dream, right?" Harry asked, not believing a word coming out of his own mouth.

"Yes. It's just a dream. Now, Mikayla tell me about your vision." Sirius turned to her a sad smile on his face, "Well I was watching closely of the pieces of paper being thrown into the goblet and the people throwing them in but it went pitch black other than the flame of the goblet. I think it was the same guy from the World Cup, his voiced sounded the same. He repeated a couple of sentences three times, it was 'Pateram tute seduci patiuntur. Eligite ex illis quatuor pugiles videat Harrius Potter.' It's latin for 'Goblet allow yourself to be misled. Pick four Champions and ensure Harry Potter is one of them' but I didn't see a face." Mikayla did a brief explanation of her vision to her dad, Sirius looked rather concerned. "Look, you two. The Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from that goblet. These are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore. Especially if you think it's the same man Mikayla." Mikayla didn't like the warning her dad was giving them, she was hoping for advice and guidance not warnings. I suppose you could consider a warning as advice and guidance but still, Mikayla was looking for a happier encounter of what she was getting, Harry asked Sirius what was he saying. "I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater. And no one stops being a Death Eater. Then theirs Barty Crouch. Heart of stone. Sent his own son to Azkaban." Dad spoke quickly. A door shutting upstairs echoed into the common room and Harry and Mikayla looked at the still empty stairs. "Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?" Harry whispered in a even lower tone. "I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet Harry, but who ever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament." His voice rasped. "I'm not ready for this, Sirius." Mikayla could see tears forming in his eyes and hear a strain in his voice. "you don't have a choice but you do have people, those who will help you survive." Mikayla's Dad didn't get to speak again because of the sound of footsteps on the stone stairs. Mikayla leant out view of anyone entering the room hiding behind the couch. "Someone's coming." Harry whispered. "Keep your friends close, Harry. And I love you, Mikayla, stay safe." He rushed. "I love you too, Dad" Mikayla whispered back, still hiding. Harry stood up.

"Who were you talking too?" Ron's groggy, mildly annoyed voice filled Mikayla's ears. "No one." Harry stated. "I heard voices." He yawned. "That was me" Mikayla said, standing up from the floor. Ron sneered. "You moved on from Fred quick, didn't you? First my brother, now Harry, are you trying to get with every guy in Gryffindor? Or do you just like playing dating? Mikayla Black the Gryffindor Whore." Mikayla was shocked by Ron's words, she was confused as to why he was mad at her. "What have I done Ron?" Mikayla stood up having a standoff against one of her best mates. "You chose him over me, someone who convinced his parents to take you in after your mam died to a guy who lies about putting his name in the Goblet. You're a traitor!" He yells causing Mikayla to jump in her skin, a single tear ran down her cheek. "I didn't pick Harry over you Ron. You picked Jealousy over Friendship! And I know Harry didn't do it because I seen what happened. But you've been too much of a baby to pay attention, listen or get over something as stupid as piece of paper with Harry's name on it!" Mikayla pushed past the red head, about to storm to her dormitories. When a hand latched itself around her wrist, she tried pulling away but his grip got tight crushing her wrist. "Ron let go." Mikayla spoke calmly, tears threatening to spill. "Oh so I'm not good enough for whore ass. I guess Rita Skeeter wasn't lying, sneaking around at night, talking whilst everyone's asleep. Doing whatever the Gryffindor Whore does." Ron spat venously, Mikayla yanked her hand from him before grabbing the scruff of his pyjamas top. "You listen here, Ronald. Your brother dumped me over a month ago because
I couldn't legally pleasure him the way he wanted me to. He took a whole 24 hours to replace me and you're calling me a whore for confining in a friend about it and my dad. You're a right git." Mikayla words working like poison before she withdrew her hand, saying good night to Harry and glaring at Ron.

"Mikayla what's going on?" Hermione question the angry looking girl that sleeps 5ft away from her. "Ron." Is all Mikayla responded with turning around on her bed and trying to fall asleep which felt impossible. "He called me the Gryffindor Whore, because I was talking with Harry in the common room." Mikayla admitted remembering what her dad said, to keep friends close. You could tell she was trying to keep herself from sobbing as she sniffled away the tears. "He called you what? I'm going to kill him tomorrow." Hermione spoke angrily on Mikayla's behalf. "Please don't 'Mione. You're the only best friend he has left, he needs you. He'll come around eventually, but for now I need to distance myself from him. And don't bring up me or Harry up to him." Hermione nods at her best friend, "At least tell me the whole story." Mikayla told Hermione everything after Ron arrived, you could see Hermione's blood boil at what her friend had just lived through. "Just promise me you'll keep an eye on him." Mikayla asked pleadingly, Hermione reluctantly promised before the pair decided to sleep.