That night Harry felt restless, everyone was snoring around him and he couldn't settle, he knew the reason and it wasn't just the noise coming from his friends beds. He finally gave in and grabbing his old invisibility cloak and wand, he threw on some jeans and a hooded jumper, stuffed his feet in his trainers and made his way out into the darkness of Hogwarts.
After a quick walk through the grounds dodging Filch and Mrs. Norris on his way, Harry found himself out in the cool night air stood before the white marble tomb. The shadows swayed around him, as the full moon cast shadows through the clouded night sky, the silence of the night felt good against his overwrought senses.
He didn't know how much time went by as he stood staring at the gleaming white surface lost in his own thoughts before he heard movement behind him.
“Hermione told me you and Dumbledore were close.” a quiet voice said form behind him, Harry swung around wand out, a curse on his lips. It was Adelaide, she stood behind him looking small and lost in the shadows, she jumped when she saw his wand.
“I'm very sorry for your loss,” she finally choked out.
He suddenly felt an irrational anger swell inside him which had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the tomb in front of him and the memories it had stirred.
"What do you think you're doing sneaking around at night like this," he hissed "I could have cursed you into oblivion!"
"I could ask you the same question," she squeaked at him, eyes wide.
"It's got nothing to do with you."
"I just, I just..." she stammered, looking pale beneath the moonlight.
"Why don't you just go away and leave me alone." he finally said.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean anything, I know your upset but..."
"What do you know? You have no idea what happened that night."
“No your right I don’t,” she whispered sadly “but I know what it's like to lose somebody you care about.”
He turned around to face her his anger rising, “Well try losing everybody you care about then come back and tell me how sorry you are!”
A sob rose in her throat as she turned and ran across the grass.
He turned away from her retreating figure, his anger gone, feeling suddenly ashamed at his words. Who was he to lecture someone he didn’t know, about something she wasn’t a part of. It wasn’t her fault he was back here the memories haunting him at every step he took, he sat himself down hidden in the shadow of the tomb and tried to pull his self together.
After breakfast and a truly boring lesson of history of magic, he went in search of Adelaide feeling completely ashamed of himself for his outburst last night. After he had made his way back to bed and had calmed down, he had wanted to know why she had been creeping around the lake at that hour and how she had managed it. For one thing the security had been stepped right up, McGonagall had said it was only for the first few months' until the parents minds had been put at ease, but he had only managed with his map and cloak.
She hadn’t been seen since this morning at breakfast, he had been late down and had missed her. He cursed under his breath and stopped, ducking behind an old tapestry, to pull out an old scrape of parchment from his moleskin pouch concealed beneath his robes.
The Marauder's map, he smiled running his fingers over the worn parchment, his thoughts as always turning to his Dad, Sirius and Lupin. He scanned the map noticing now in the daylight all the changes that had been made to the castle had been mimicked on the map, he marveled at the complex magic.
He wondered if the room of requirement had survived the fiendfyre, as it was the only thing that didn't show up on the map he made a mental note to investigate that when he had time.
After a quick search of his map he spotted Adelaide down by the lake again, checking his watch he reckoned he had at least fifteen minutes before potions with Slughorn. He slung his bag over his shoulder and pelted out into the hallway and down the stairs jumping the trick step as he went. He ran out into the warm September sunshine reaching her in no time, she was huddled behind a clump of overgrown bushes by the lake.
“I'm sorry,” He said breathing hard, as he reached her.
She lifted her face to him and he saw she had been crying, she looked so heartbreakingly sad, his stomach twisted violently and he sat down next to her, she put her head back down onto her knees.
"Go away!" she sniffed.
“I didn’t mean to say those things last night."
"I'm not crying because of you," she snapped, swiping at her face and glaring at him, "despite what you said, I know exactly how it feels to lose everything."
He looked at her surprised, but glad she had at least stopped crying, he really couldn't stand it when girls cried.
"I'm sorry," he said again, not knowing what else to say to make this better. "Why are you crying?"
"I've just found out some bad news," she sniffed again. "Are you going to go away now?"
"No. What were you doing out here last night?"
She huffed at him, "fine.. I got given some bad news last night and the Headmistress allowed me to have a moment outside. What where you doing out here, apart from being a nasty git?" she demanded.
He felt awful, the guilt ate at him making his stomach squirm. “I am sorry, I really didn't mean to talk to you like that, I wasn't in a great mood for company." she sniffed again, tucking her hair behind her ears.
All he wanted to do was put his arms around her as she sat red eyed and sniffing next to him, he wanted to make her smile, and put all this behind them. He held back though and took a deep breath wondering how to explain.
"It's just, I think I know what McGonagall meant now about putting new memories into the school, everywhere I look I see things, everywhere I look I recognize death. It's driving me crazy, it's like I'm walking around in my own personal nightmare, the people I see, the places I know. He shook his head sadly wondering why he was telling her all this when he hadn’t even voiced these thoughts to Ron or Hermione yet. I needed time to think about things, to let the ghosts rest." he laughed self consciously.
“I do understand you know,” she said quietly, he nodded.
They sat in silence for a few minutes each absorbed in their own thoughts.
“My family didn’t come with me when I moved to England," she suddenly blurted out.
He was surprised "how come, I mean, where are your family?"
"My Nana came over later but I... I have no one.”
“What happened, how come your family aren't here?" he asked wondering if she’d answer his blunt questions, but after a while she did, lifting her tear rimmed eyes to his.
“They have gone, I mean there dead,” she corrected herself staring out at some spot over the lake. "I miss them." she stammered, fresh tears ran down her checks.
If she had wanted to upset him with her words it had worked, willing her for an explanation he stared at her and after a while she wiped her checks and started talking.
“It's a bit of a long story," she started to explain, her words low and rushed, " just before your war started here a new Minister of Magic had just taken over my country and his views are, well let's just say things were starting to change for the worst. I think even the muggles are starting to suspect something's going on."
"What happened, what changes," Harry said.
"Changes in the law, strange things, it started off with small things like family registration, non pure blood marriage laws and changes to the muggle interaction laws, I couldn't tell you what else I was a bit too young to remember, my Nana told me a lot of these things.
My parents worked in what you would call an Auror office. After a while when people started apposing him, just like a lot of the students parents here apposed Voldemort, things got bad very quickly. My Parents were accused of being traitors, of defying him and... and that's why we think they were murdered,” she finished bitterly.
"Murdered!" A thousand questions raced through his mind, choosing his words carefully he said, "But surely the Minister couldn't get away with that, surely the Auror's in your country have been searching for your parents killer?"
"You know how these things work Harry, It was the same here when Voldemort came, the disappearances, the mysterious deaths it was never proven, no clues were ever found, but I know it's him, it's the Minister, or at least one of his men. I just know he's behind it," she said venomously.
“So how did you come to be at Hogwarts then?” Harry asked images of Voldemort and his Death Eaters flew through his mind.
“Before my parents were taken, my Mamá brought me to England a few times. I stayed with her friends here and after they were... taken, I stayed with them again and began Hogwarts. The next thing I know, my Nana arrives and tells me she has proof Mamá and Papá where opposing the Minister and his new laws, and the Ministers official Auror's are after her and she has to go into hiding." she shivered, recalling some unsaid memory.
"It sound's awful," he said without thinking, she nodded sadly.
“Your Minister was very gracious at the time and let us stay in this country, knowing if we were found we would be classed as traitors or worse.” she stopped talking, and it seemed to him that she had said more than she wanted to. He felt as if she was holding something back from him, he wanted to keep questioning her but she appeared uncomfortable, he found himself holding his breath waiting for her to continue.
"I'm sorry to be such a crybaby," she said instead, brushing down her robes as she turned and stared at the forest, "I just, keep feeling like something is waiting for me... like someone is watching me." She shook her head, "I think I'm just feeling over emotional." she sniffed.
He looked at the forest, even in the sunlight it looked dense and menacing. He knew the feeling of been watched well, but he also knew they were safe here. They sat quietly for a bit, he could tell she didn't want to talk anymore so standing up he held out his hand.
"Come on I think were already late for Slughorn." she took his hand and he pulled her up, a ripple of warmth spread up his arm as he clasped her small hand in his.
He didn't know why, but had a strange urge to hold her, he wrapped his arms around her stroking back her silky hair, maybe it was because he wanted to comfort her, she looked so desolate. He found himself starring down into her eyes, dropping his gaze to her lips he felt himself leaning forward, his body reacting of its own accord.
Nearby voices suddenly broke through his thoughts and coming to his senses he quickly stepped back muttering apologies. In his haste to put space between them he tripped over the hem of his robes, he felt clumsy and awkward as he detangled himself, "real smooth"
She was blushing crimson and fiddling with her bag strap. “Erm Harry, please don’t repeat what I've just told you to anyone,” she muttered.
He nodded, and they made their way back up to the castle, Harry very careful to put distance between them.
As they went through the oak doors he suddenly realized she hadn't told him what bad news she had received last night, he decided it could wait, at least till after his face stopped burning.
I hope I'm doing ok, my plot bunnys gone a little crazy! What do you think so far, is it too far fetched or does it sound ok? xx