The Protector

The Dream

"Well I figured."

"How'd you know?" Harry asked.

"I saw you two standing underneath the mistletoe," I snickered. "You're a Gryffindor for a reason, Harry."

"So, how was...the whole thing?" Ron asked.

"Why do you want to ask him that?" I asked.

"Well, have you had a kiss before?" Ron asked, almost as if I'd say no.

I stuttered for a moment, "Look this isn't about me."

"You have?" Hermione plopped down beside me.

"Don't tell me," Ron groaned.

I changed the topic back to Harry, "So, how was it?"

"It seemed a little...wet. I think she was crying," Harry explained.

"Well her boyfriend did die," I nodded. "And you're the rebound hookup."

"It wasn't a hookup," Harry threw a pillow at me.

I caught it and held it close, "Close enough."

"Was it satisfying?" Ron asked.

"I'm sure it had to be more than satisfying," Hermione spoke up.

Ron almost started to laugh.

"Poor Cho," Hermione sighed. "Spends a good amount of her time crying."

"How close was she to Cedric?" I asked.

"I'm sure that snoggin did cheer her back up," Ron laughed. I hit him with a pillow and he laughed a little more.

"I can't imagine how she's feeling," Hermione looked as if she was sympathetic towards her. "Obviously she's still upset about Cedric, confused on why she even likes Harry, and probably feels guilty for liking him. She probably in a dilemma about Umbridge nearly firing her mum from the Ministry, and so worried about every that she's so stressed she can't handle it anymore."

"Or," I suggested, "she misses Cedric, so she goes to Harry for that physically romantic feeling, knowing he likes her because he can't hide his emotions. Also why not cause he's the chosen one."

"That too," Hermione nodded.

"I highly doubt a person can hold all those feelings," Ron spoke up. "I'd would explode."

"That's because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon," Hermione argued.

I started to laugh, "Oh my god! That's so true!"

All of us began to laugh. It was nice to see everyone smiling and happy. It felt...warm. But that was probably because I was sitting next to a fire.

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"To find the answers
you mustn't look to far
The one to fear is not behind bars
Near the end
the glass house will shatter
Revealing those who truly matter
Your enemy will act as a friend
And the house of Black's rein shall end.
All the pain is worth the wait.
Check the signs before it's too late."

A glass ball was sitting on a shelf in front of me, whispering the words Professor Trelawney has said to me earlier. But what did it mean.

Suddenly the room got slightly brighter. It was filled with these balls. All on ten foot high shelves. There were rows on rows; aisles on aisles. I assumed they were for other people.

I walked along the row I was in. I entered a row that was larger than the other. I figured it was the main aisle. Down the row, there was a door. It was black with a golden circle.