The Shielded Spell

Chapter 5

Hey everyone! I decided to make this story with some mature parts in it to add spice. I want to warn you since I don't know if you all are okay with it. I did mark the book as mature.

Thank you!

Alessa Potter

Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I were in our compartment on the train. These long train rides get me so exhausted, but honestly, when am I not tired?

Ron is fast asleep, snoring super loud. He could wake up the whole train with his snoring. Its better than hearing Harry talk, that's for sure.

Harry and I have a pretty good relationship for being compared to each other most of our lives. I mean, for everything we have been through, it would be hard to go through a lot of it on our own. I like to see everything as a lesson, 'do I learn from them?' is another question that I don't feel like answering at the moment.

See?

This is one of the things you can do on a long train ride. Overthink your whole life. It's enjoyable. Until you get to the worse parts, which I refuse to get to. It ruins my vibe.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?"

That lady is truly one of my favorite people.

"Yes, I'll have-"

And of course, Ron awakens at the words of food.

"A pack of Drooble's and 2 licorice wands, on second thought, just the Drooble's"

"I'll have a-"

"Two pumpkin pasties, please," A Ravenclaw girl spoke. Causing Harry and I to look up.

This girl did not just interrupt me.

'Two pumpkin pasties, please' I mouthed out, mocking her at Ron. He chuckled as he opened up the pack of candy.

"Like I was saying, 2 licorice wands and a chocolate frog, please" I said at the woman as my eyes moved to Harry's eyes and Cho's eyes, looking at each other.

Ew Harry

I got my food as I sat back down with Harry, petting my green eyed cat that Ron hates so much. I gave 1 of my licorice wands to Ron and he thanked me.

My scar started to hurt

Brilliant, this is the last thing I needed. I looked at Harry, wondering if he is feeling it too. He looked back at me and nodded.

Hermione started talking about tracking down whatever happened last night. Not trying to be rude or anything, I love her, but I'm way too tired for this. I laid my head on Harry's lap and tried to fall asleep. He kept moving his arm toward his scar, which kept moving me.

I fell asleep right after Harry said something about his scar not hurting. I wonder what goes through his head.

I was sleeping until I heard loud walks down the train and loud giggles from 2 people. I was still with my head on Harry's lap.

The compartment's door opened as two gingers walked in.

"Fred, I told you she would be sleeping, we woke her up, mate."

Wait for it, Fred is going to come in with the weird nickname.

"My apologies, Essa." Fred said in a sarcastic tone.

Told you.

"No one calls me, Essa, Fred."

I like teasing him, it's funny seeing him all worked up just from my words.