Seasons of the Heart
By Sapphire Aster
Chapter 1: An Accidental Meeting
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, grew up in a very unloving and unsupportive family. His aunt and uncle lied to him about how his parents, James and Lily Potter, had died. His cousin Dudley, and his cronies were always beating him up and getting him into trouble. When Harry was eleven, he found a new family and new friends within the walls of Hogwarts; a school for witchcraft and wizardry. He had his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were in the same house together, so wherever they went, whatever they did, whatever happened; they were always together...
Fast forward three years; Harry is in his fourth year at Hogwarts. On this particular day, he was very much late for his Divination class with Professor Trelawney. Rounding the last corner, before he had to climb the silver ladder, he caught site of something red, gold and black before, SMACK! Before Harry knew it, he was on his back look up at the ceiling, wondering, ‘what the hell!’ Sitting up, he glanced for the first time at who he ran into. A young girl with long black hair, bright hazel eyes and glasses sat up, rubbing her backside.
Before Harry could say “Sorry", the young girl said in anger, “Great. Now I’m even more late! Why didn’t you watch where you were-” She caught sight of Harry and stopped talking.
Harry stood up and offered her a hand to help her off the cold floor. He apologized with a weak smile, “I’m so sorry; I didn’t see you as I rounded the corner. Are you okay?”
The young girl took his hand and Harry pulled her up. She admitted, “It's okay. Usually, I'm the one running into people. It’s nice to be the one being run into for a change,” she said laughing a little bit and smiling. As this young girl was talking, Harry felt something when he looked in her eyes. He couldn’t quite explain it, but it didn't feel right.
“I’m Sapphire Warner, but my friends call me Sara...” The young girl also felt something, but she ignored it. Probably just hungry. I skipped breakfast cause of all that stupid homework from Snape. God, I can‘t wait till lunch!
“I’m Harry Potter, nice to meet you," he smiled back at her. There was a hint of awkwardness between the two. “Well I better go...” Harry fidgeted, trying not to look Sara in the eye.
“Same here, it was very nice to meet you too. I’ll see you later then.”
With a smile and a wave, Sara turned towards the Great Hall and Harry headed towards the north tower, once again at full speed...
Later that day, on their way to Potions, Harry told Ron and Hermione about what had happened between Sara and himself. He mentioned the feeling he had when he was talking to her. Hermione looked a little shaken up.
“Hermione, what’s wrong? You look as if you seen a ghost!” Ron exclaimed.
“Oh, it’s nothing. You know what Harry said about the girl? Well, that got me to thinking. Maybe you should see Professor Dumbledore. He might know if this girl is possessed by the Dark Lord, like Ginny was.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t even know she was possessed till it was to late!” Ron pointed out, reaching for the door handle to their Potions class, but before he could turn it, the door flung open as Sara ran out through it in tears. The sound of laughing and yelling poured out after her.
“Hey! Sara-" yelled Harry, but it was too late. She was up the stairs and gone before he could get her attention.
“What do you think happened?," Hermione worriedly asked Ron and Harry. “Should we go after her?”
“You will do no such thing. Now get into your seats before I take points from your house!” All three jumped at the at the sound of Professor Snape’s voice. He had been standing right behind them.
“I hate when he does that.” mumbled Ron dropping his school bag on the dungeon floor and sitting down.
“What was that Weasley? Five points from Gryffindor, for your unruly behavior and mumbling!”
Harry ducked down and started working on his potions before Snape could yell at him too. Ron mumbled through the left side of his mouth to Harry, “Great, this is going to be a fun class.”
Harry didn’t say anything, he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. He had stopped working. He sat at his desk, rubbing the lighting- bolt shaped scar on his forehead. His face had turned slightly pale.
“Are you okay, Harry? Is your scar bothering you, again?” Hermione asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
Harry turned to her and with a small smile said, “No, I’m fine. I just got dizzy for a second.” He quietly returned to his potion.