A chicks wave can be deadly

Chrisoula_77

Chick's wave can be deadly

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Prologue-

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.

~Plato~

He ran into the forest after her, after the unknown person, but he just had to. He turned and looked after him to the clear Hogwarts grounds disappearing in the distance and the forest growing ever darker. He turned his gaze to his front and noticed that the woman figure was now going really fast and turning animorphing into a large bird, which looked like an eagle. It soared up into the orange and red summer sky and he followed her with his eyes in the air and his ears alert. He realized that she was going far beyond even the forest, so somehow he found a way out of the forest and saw that he was now on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, he did not like the idea of going any further and as if answering his thoughts the bird landed down and had changed back into the woman, she started looking around carefully, Harry hid in a bush so that he was not seen and observed that she was looking to see whether or not she was being followed.

She stopped and took something that resembles a box at of a hidden pocket. She shook out one cigarette and lights it with a lighter that glistened, the light lighting up her dark face for nearly a second. She started walking down a dirty road leading to a place Harry had never been before. Being a curious young lad, he followed her from a distance so that he was not seen.

They had been walking now for miles but it had only had seemed like five minutes, and every second a new scenery passed by. Grassy knolls, a large lake, a dark scary forest, a graveyard, but when he passed the graveyard he had to turn his eyes away because on the only gravestones he had seen, his parents names were inscribed.

They finally came to a little old house, that looked more like a shack, and a barn that had lost most of its paint and had someone hanging from the little window at the top, hanging by a rope and most brutally hung, her veins were stretched out from underneath her skin, and her skin, her skin was blue. His eyes kept on following the dark woman figure that threw down her cigarette as she entered that little shack. He followed but instead he decided to peek in through one of dirty little windows at the side of the house.

It was very dark inside, he tried to wipe clean the windows but the dirt had been on for so long that it had practically seeped into them. He tried as hard as, he pressed his face uptight to the window and his scar gave him a jolt of pain, but he had to keep trying to look, this was just too interesting. He could barely hear, but he could at the same time, he just somehow heard little words here and there and pieced them together.

A low and subtle voice spoke first, but this voice was also cold and disgusting and it made Harry's scar hurt even more than before, he grabbed it in agony but still tried to listen in.

"My, sweet little girl, don't you worry at all, you are in safe hands, and I will not harm you at all. I am kind. I am your lord. You shall listen to me otherwise you shall be brutally punished. Do you understand?"

"Lil' girl my ass. I don't need anyone to protect me, I have magic and I plan to use it to its full advantage. And yah, what do you mean you wont hurt me. You just said that if I don't listen then you'd punish me, oh yah, that's convincing. And I will never have someone telling me what to do."

Harry's scar started to burn intensely and he figured out who was in the cabin with the woman, Voldemort. A flash of lightning illuminated his snake like ugly disgusting face. A repulsive smirk formed on it. Then the words that came out could have frozen the hottest fire in its tracks, "Look, you will do as you are told, or you will pay for your folly. DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM THE ALL POWERFUL LORD VOLDEMORT!" he shouted.

Harry could hear the woman give a small laugh.

"It do not matter who you are old man. I have pow'r and I can use it. I do not need someone to protect moi. And if you are so powerful, why do you need my help, I am just a girl. Don't people like you think that women are beneath them? I think you are jus' a scared old man that doesn't want to admit that he is power is lessening so they are trying to intimate others. Well, you can get me that easily. I am outta here. You can try to stop me, but do not strain yourself."

The wrong thing to say Harry thought as his scare burnt hotter as Voldemort got madder.

It was as sudden as light flowing from a lamp as soon as you turned it on. Voldemort swiftly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the retreating figure. Harry couldn't hear the words since the pain his scar gave off was empowering all his senses. He could just see a flash orange light flood from the end of Voldemort's wand.

It hit the woman in the back and hurls her across the floor. There was a loud bang as she hit the wall. She was down for a minute or so before she wobbly stood up, leaning against the wall for support. Voldemort got up from where he was sitting and the giant snake Harry hadn't noticed before stirred a little. He walked over to where she stood trying to catch her breath.

"Now, you either do as you are told, or next time, it will be worse." His words were like poison.

Harry heard and barely saw the girl spit on Voldemort.

Wow, she's either extremely stupid or is way more powerful that she seems.

Voldemort laughed his hideous laugh. Took a step backwards and raised his wand. The intense pain surged back to Harry. Voldemort uttered a spell and as the blood red stream of light flowed towards the woman. But she wasn't as defenceless as Harry thought.

She had her wand it before Voldemort uttered the last word. She waved the wand in a controlled quick movement as a sliver light appeared. The blood red light hit this shield type barrier and flowed off the sides.

Voldemort laughed his malevolence laugh. He clapped his hands together, making his backstabbing lackey, Wormtail, come into the light. Wormtail was holding something in one hand, and the other seemed to be made of pure sliver.

"What talent you have. With my help, you could harvest that power and one day, maybe, you'd be able to real magic. But, for now, if you let me torture you with magic, I have other ways."

With that, Voldemort took a branding iron out of Wormtail's hand. He heated it with malice-looking green fire. Wormtail grabbed the girl's arm and pulled it straight. Then, Voldemort placed the red-hot brander on to her upper arm.

The house shook with pain and though the screams Harry could hear the laughter of Voldemort. Harry's head swam with gruesome pictures of the girl that hung outside, of green light and people falling down, and of his mother...

With that he bolted upright in his hard bed. Cold sweat covered his body, his vision blurred because of his lack of glasses. He reached for them and looked around the small room. Ron was sleeping peacefully in his bed; nothing could wake him up.

The woman's scream still filled Harry's head. Was it real? Maybe. Though my dreams always seem to become reality. Should I wake Ron up to tell him? No. I'll tell him and Hermione tomorrow so I only have to tell it once, I hope. I wonder what time it is... Was his last thought before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

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Chapter 1- First Meeting and First Kiss

Love can sometimes be magic.

But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion

~Javan~

"This was my best summer ever Ron. Thanks for inviting me over!" Harry directed to his best friend Ron.

"No problem Harry," Ron answered him.

Harry had told Hermione and Ron about his interesting dream. Of course both of them freaked out and told him to send a letter to Dumbledore straight away. And not knowing if Dumbledore would appreciate a letter of Harry's problems disturbing his vacation, Harry sent a letter to Sirius instead. Sirius wrote to Harry telling him to talk to Dumbledore right away when he gets to school.

"So do you want to go though the barrier first?" Harry asked Ron.

"No you first," Ron answered.

"No after you, I insist."

"NO AFTER YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"Oh, you two are so immature! When will you ever grow up?" Hermione said to the two, now pushing friends.

"NO YOU!"

"NO YOU DAMNIT!"

"GEEZ!" said Hermione shrilly. "Ginny and I will go!" and with that the two girls pushed past the friends and made their way through the barrier.

Hermione decided to wait for the boys while Ginny boarded the train.

"COME ON! THE TRAIN'S ABOUT TO LEAVE!" Hermione yelled through the barrier.

Harry and Ron came bursting through the barrier together.

"Why didn't you just go through together in the first place?" Hermione nagged.

"Now Hermione, where's the FUN in that?" Ron said while pushing past her to get his luggage on the train.

"Well, just remember what you promised me. You said you'd teach me a few things about flying," Hermione reminded them.

"Yah, yah, yah. Don't worry Herm," Ron said looking around. "You're such a nag."

"HEY HARRY, RON! GUESS WHAT?" Dean Thomas came up from behind them.

"What?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.

"There's supposed to be a new 5^th year girl from some school in North America!" Dean said in an enthusiastic voice.

"Cool!" Harry and Ron said in unison, again.

"Yah, but nobody has seen her yet! Kind of mysterious, eh?" [A/N: I AM CANADIAN! WHOA! YA!]

"1 MINUTE TILL THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS DEPARTS!" They hear over the speakers.

"Shit!" Harry and Ron said in unison, yet AGAIN!

Harry and Ron ran to where Hermione was standing and boarded the train together.

"Oh shit! All the cabins are full!" Harry said.

"Let's see if there are any in the back," Hermione suggested and they walked down the corridors, sticking their heads into cabins, just to see that they were full.

"Yah, nobody EVER sits at the very back. Let's go there!" Ron pointed out.

"Okay," Harry and Hermione said in unison.

When they arrived at the very last cabin, Ron said, "I hope no one is in there, my feet feel like hell. I just want to sit down and..." and they opened the door to find... a girl they had never seen before. She was just sitting there, reading a book and wearing purple sunglasses. She didn't seem to notice them at all.

She was wearing a long black leather jacket, a short black dress and high black boots and what looked like leather biker glovers and humming a tune. [AN- if anyone cares, she's humming a song from Beauty and the Beast. Why? Who knows...]

She seemed to have a mix of different ethnic. One could suppose she had a bit of African and American and European. Her hair was silky black with scattered streaks of a bright purple.

"Why on earth are you wearing sunglasses? I mean seriously it's raining outside!" Hermione asked the girl with a bizarre expression on her face.

"Because," the girl said in a North American/French accent, without even glancing at them, "it's what I like to do. But if it bothers you that much, I'll take them off!"

"It's okay with me!" Ron said, not missing a beat. "I'm Ron Weasley, but you can call me hot stuff!" *WINKS*

The girl in the chair laughed, stood up and looked up at them for the first time, flashing an amazing smile of pearly whites.

"Oh please!" Hermione exclaimed.

"And I am Harry Potter, you may call me the boy who lived," Harry finished with a huge grin.

"That's okay, how about I call you your names. And what's you're name?" she said turning to Hermione.

"Hermione Granger!" she said raising her hand to shake.

"Nice to meet y'all!" she said shaking Hermione's hand and then taking off her glasses to reveal bright violet eyes.

"Wow!" Harry and Ron said in unison.

"My name is Aigle Tia," Aigle said. "Come on in and take a load off!" Aigle exclaimed turning around and sitting back where she was before, but not picking up the book.

"So," Hermione started, "where are you from?"

"Well, my house is in Paris. But I've gone to schools else where," Aigle smiled at them.

"So what exactly do you mean by 'Else where'?'" Ron asked in slight confusion.

"Well, I've gone to three schools before this one," she said with a mischievous grin.

"What?" Harry, Ron and Hermione said in unison.

"How can that be?" Hermione added.

"I don't know," Aigle thought out loud. "It jus' seemed to happen." She leaned back on her seat looking at the three across of her.

"Wow, you must have really bad luck," Ron said while staring at Aigle.

She turned her head to him and flashed another dazzling smile. "I don't believe in luck. I think things jus' happen," Aigle told them. "But I guess you could say that I jus' had a problem with pissing people off. I used to always act before thinking. And never taking shit from people who like to talk big but never do anything about it."

"Whoa," Harry said.

At this, Hermione made a grunting sound. But everyone chose to ignore it.

"Thanks," Aigle said with a laugh. "That's just my personality." She pushed back some of her silky black hair to reveal an ear with earrings going all the way up it.

"Wow," Ron and Harry said. "All those earrings must have really hurt," added Harry.

"Not really," She was sort of glad that they had gotten off the subject of her past school history. Though she knew that it wasn't the last time that she would have to explain herself, "you get use to it. It's actually gets quite enjoyable."

"You must like pain," Hermione said under her breath not meaning to be heard.

"Sorta," Aigle said to Hermione with a half smile.

Hermione looked at her with a puzzling glance. Aigle's eyes had a strange unreadable expression that Hermione didn't like at all.

Something about Aigle just didn't settle with her. She was going to be someone that Hermione would have to watch.

"That's an amazing necklace. Where'd you get it?" Harry said gesturing to the pendent that hung on a long sliver chain.

"This," she answered putting her hand over it. "I don't really know. I think it was my moms. It's like a heirloom or something."

The pendent is very hard to explain. It had some sliver metal interweaving together. The only thing that you could really say to describe it was sliver and had a large purple stone on it.

Just then the door slammed open and who should it be but none other than...

"Malfoy!" Harry, Ron and Hermione said standing up and pulling out their wands. Aigle turned her head to face the fine blond boy with his two bodyguards.

Malfoy just looked around the cabin. When his gaze landed on Aigle, he smiled his usual smirk.

"I had heard a rumour that Hogwarts was getting a new 5^th year, but I didn't think she'd be so dazzling." He walked up to where Aigle was sitting and raised his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy, and if you wish to get a head start at this school, it would be your best interested to dump these losers," he said pointing to Harry and Ron, "and hang out with real men."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed at their master's really sucky joke.

Aigle was quiet for a moment. Then finally said, with a smirk to challenge Draco's. "Oh, were you talkin' about yourself. I didn't get it at first."

This wiped the pathetic smile off Draco's face. Aigle stared at him for a while. The finally, she took his hand and introduced herself. "Hello Mr. Draco Malfoy," she said trying to mock the expression in his voice. "I'm Aigle Tia."

"Aigle?" he said thoughtfully. " That's French if I'm not mistaken."

"Actually, yes, I am from France. Very impressive."

Draco looked at Aigle intently. "Have I seen you somewhere before."

Aigle kept a little honey-covered smile plastered on her face. "I think I would remember if I met you before."

Draco took a once over on Aigle. Hum, he thought, what a challenge. I think this year's going to be fun.

Suddenly, Aigle stood up and stretched, making her short black dress lift up a little. When she finished, she looked at everyone in the now very crowed cabin.

"I think I'm goin' to go for a little walk. I'm getting so stiff jus' sitting here."

"We'll come with you," Harry and Ron said in unison.

"Harry, Ron!" Hermione shrilled. "Are you forgetting what you promised me?" she looked at both of them.

"What?" Harry said. The remembered their promise to teach Hermione a thing or two about flying.

"Fine!" Ron said sitting down back in his set, pouting.

"A promise is a promise Ron," Harry said also sitting down in his seat. No one could have missed the little bit of anger in his voice for having this chance to get to know the new girl on, maybe, a more personally level.

Aigle gave them a sideways smile. "Well, if I don't see you again on the train ride. I hope to talk to y'all at Hogwarts," she turned to face the door that Draco and his two goons were presently blocking. She just looked at them.

"Well," Malfoy began. "Since I didn't make any foolish promises to a loser. I, if it doesn't bother you Aigle, will accompany you."

"Sure," Aigle said with an amazing smile in a voice mixed with lust.

She walked up to the door. When she got to where Draco was standing, he put his arm around Aigle's shoulder. She laughed and brushed his arm off her.

This year's going to be interesting, Aigle thought to herself. Very interesting.

With that last thought, Aigle, accompanied by Draco and his brainless mountains walked out the door. With a sliding on its rail, they were gone.

"Great," Ron said pouting, still looking at the door, "Malfoy's going to get one of the finest girls at Hogwarts."

Hermione rolled her eyes at this. I'm glad she's gone, Hermione thought.

Harry, unlike Ron had already averted his gaze from the door. Secretly agreeing with Ron.

They hadn't seen Aigle since she walked out with Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express. Ron was moping around, obviously thinking about what Aigle and Malfoy could have been doing during her long absence.

Harry was looking around the Great Hall for a sign of Aigle. He didn't know if she had already been sorted into a house. He watched impatiently as the first years got sorted into their houses. When all the first years were sorted into their houses, the Great Hall's doors opened up and in walked a teacher that Harry had never seen before with Aigle following close behind.

Practically every male's food plate was forgotten. As Aigle stood by the teacher's table, she gave a dazzling smile when she saw the many pairs of eyes looking at her. Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat and everyone looking his direction.

"It seems that we will be having an addition to the fifth year students. This is Aigle Tia," Dumbledore said while putting his hand on her shoulder, "she has transferred here from Citadel School Witchcraft and Wizardry in North America. Now," turning to Aigle, "you must be sorted into a school house. Walk over to Professor McGonagall, she's the one standing there beside that stool and you'll be sorted by the sorting hat."

"Yes sir," she replied in her mixed accent drawl.

Aigle walked over to where Professor McGonagall was standing. She motioned to the stool and Aigle sat down. Harry noticed that Aigle looked nervous, but maybe it was just the way the light was playing off her face. Professor McGonagall lifted the Sorting Hat up and placed it on her head. It thought for a while, obviously searching her mind. After a while, it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Professor McGonagall took the Sorting Hat off of Aigle's head while the Gryffindor table erupted with cheers. Aigle stood up from the stool, pushed some of her hair out of her face then walked over to the cheering table. She looked down it, when she saw Harry and Ron; she waved at them then walked towards the two.

Ron and Harry made a space in between them so Aigle could sit down. She smiled at them as she took her seat. Hermione made a small, almost unheard, disapproving grunt. Aigle turned her head to Hermione.

"Hello Hermione," Aigle's eyes had that strange, unreadable look in them again. This time it made Hermione shudder a little. Something about Aigle wasn't right, she was hiding something, Hermione was sure about that.

"Hello Aigle, how are you?" Hermione wasn't really that interested in what Aigle's response was going to be.

"Oh," she started, expression changed, "I'm fine and all. I'm really excited about going to Hogwarts. It seems some how to be different than the other schools I've gone to."

"Well this is a very exciting school," Ron said, trying to get Aigle's attention.

She turned her glance to Ron and smiled. He went so red that it was brighter than his hair.

"So where did you go after you left?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I just walked up the train with that Malfoy fellow. He's sort of boring though," she shrugged. Harry and Ron were amused by this comment.

Aigle seemed to get along with everyone at the table. She talked and laughed at the boys' lame attempts to hit on her. And even though she was getting all the guys attention, the girls of Gryffindor were all friendly to her as well.

Aigle impressed everyone, except Hermione, of course. She was unusually quiet, kept her eyes on her food, though she listened intently to all that was said to Aigle. Hermione would silently make comments to herself. She was sure that Aigle was up to something, she seemed...to perfect, she was undeniably hiding something. She was going to make everyone see what fools they are for falling for her, especially Harry and Ron. They were acting like boys with high hormones over some girl they barely knew.

Aigle seemed to be the only one who noticed that Hermione wasn't talking. Aigle would causally look up at Hermione from time to time. Hermione knew this because even if she kept her eyes down, she could see Aigle out of the corner of her eye every time her gaze would wander from whomever she was talking to towards Hermione.

Why does she keep looking over here? Hermione thought. What's she thinking? Maybe she's mad because I haven't been taken over by her spell, or what ever it is. Everyone here is so immature. I can't believe that people can loose themselves over someone new. She must have put a spell on everyone, though that would need powerful magic and I don't think a 5^th year school kick-out can have such immense power.

Aigle looked at her so suddenly when Hermione thought this, Hermione looked up straight into her eyes.

Can she read my mind? Hermione thought to herself while averting her eyes back to her plate. No, she can't. That would certainly take a lot more power than a fifth could have, Hermione tried to convince herself of this.

The plates were cleaned when everyone was finished. Dumbledore stood up and said his beginning of the year speech. Aigle had turned and listened intently to what Dumbledore was saying. Hermione barely took in anything that Dumbledore said. She was busy trying to understand what was going on in Aigle's head.

I wonder why she was kicked out of all her past schools? I'll ask her later. Maybe I'll get some clues from that... Everyone's clapping brought Hermione back to reality. The Gryffindor table stood up and walked up to the Gryffindor common room. When they got to the Gryffindor commons, Aigle was shown where the girl's dormitory was.

She went in the room without saying a word to anyone. She seemed to be very quiet and preoccupied with thoughts. Hermione went after her into the 5th year girls' room. Aigle was sitting on her bed, wearing dark sunglasses and writing in what looked like a black journal. When Hermione walked in, Aigle quickly slammed her book closed. "Hermione!" Aigle said, with a hint of panic was in her voice. "How are yah? You were quiet during dinner, though, I don't know if you're usually like that. I just met you. Are you like that all the time?"

"No, got lost in thought I guess. So I guess wearing sunglasses is a habit of yours. I thought you were being sarcastic."

"Nope, I always where sunglasses. I have two pairs, these ones," pointing to the black glasses on her face, "and the purple ones I was wearing before."

Hermione noticed Aigle's trunk open at the end of her bed before Aigle kicked it close.

"Is that a diary?" Hermione asked moving closer to Aigle.

Aigle pulled her black book closer to herself. "Yah. I find that when I write down what I'm thinking, and what's happening, I see it in a different way. It helps me to think things through."

Just then, the other 5^th year girls walked into the room. They were laughing and giggling loudly.

"Hey Aigle, you seemed to have an affect on all the guys. You have to teach us how to get their attention?" Lavender asked the sitting figure of Aigle.

"I do nothing special," she told them, "I just try to act like myself. Though I wasn't really acting like myself today, I was a little nervous." She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Well I hope you act like yourself tomorrow. Now, I'm going to guess that it's really late, so I'm going to get ready for classes tomorrow," Hermione said with a fake yawn.

"Well, we're going to go back down stairs. Fred and George are trying their new inventions, it's so funny seeing someone turn into a green pigeon," at this, all the girls laughed. "Come down with us Aigle. You haven't really met everyone yet."

"I'll be down soon. I jus' gotta do some things up here. Don't worry, I'll be down in a few seconds, I'd love to meet new people."

"Well," Lavender continued, "don't be to long. It's so fun when you're around." All the girls, save Hermione and Aigle, turned towards the door and left.

"They sure have energy," Aigle said to Hermione.

"Yah," Hermione was actually really tired now.

Aigle gathered up her things, and locked them away. She stretched and walked towards the door. "I hope you have a good sleep Hermione. You know what Hermione," Aigle leaned on the doorway, "you're really cool. Or, at least from what I've seen."

With that, Aigle turned, walked out the door and closed it behind her.

That caught Hermione by surprise. She hadn't really even talked to Aigle. Maybe Aigle knew that she was suspicious and was trying to win her over. Then Hermione thought of something. Maybe if we become friends, she'll answer my questions truthfully, Hermione got dressed into her nightgown, Yah that seems like a plan. Get her to believe you're her all time best friend and she'll let you in on all her plans.

Hermione yawned and fell to sleep.

The party down in the common room lasted long into the night. Aigle met everyone that lived in Gryffindor. They seemed to have never ending energy. She noticed that most of the guys, even though they were yawning constantly, weren't going off to bed.

Even though she didn't feel like staying in her room, she pretended to go off to bed so the tired males would go to sleep. When she was sure no one was left down stairs, Aigle took a deep purple journal, her purple sunglasses, a quill and purple ink, and snuck back to the commons.

She sat down in one of the very comfy chairs in front of the fire. Aigle put on her sunglasses and started to think of what to write down. Though if she knew what Harry and the rest of the 5^th year boys were doing, she'd have a lot more to worry about.

Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus were all up stairs in the 5^th year boy's dormitory. None of them felt like sleeping, so one of them suggested that they played Truth and Dare.

"But there's no girls. This can't be fun without girls," Dean said.

"Why not?" Seamus, Dean's best friend told him. "It's not like they'll do anything with us. Perhaps Lavender, she's sort of loose."

"I'll bet that Aigle's loose," Ron said.

"Maybe you can find out?" Harry said, jokingly.

"Yah," Ron answered thoughtfully. "I'd really love to test her."

"Ha, like she'll do anything with you with a guy like me around," Seamus said in a manly voice.

"Come on," was the first thing Neville said in a long time. "Let's get the game on."

"Ok, ok. Don't whine," Seamus told Neville. "I'll ask first. Now lets see, Neville," Neville looked up in worry, "since you wanted to start so badly, I'll ask you, ok?"

"Ok," Neville said in a squeaky voice, "dare."

"Oh, a braver man than I thought," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Ok, let's think. Hum," Seamus stroked him chin, "How about, you go outside, and you run to the Forbidden Forest, then come back." Seamus watched Neville's face change to horror stricken.

"No, no, that's murder," Neville forced out.

"To late!" Seamus smiled. "I've made up my mind, now go."

"But, how will I get down there?" Neville asked.

"I'll fly you down there," Harry said sympathetically.

Little colour started to return to Neville's face. "And...and if I get attacked or anything, you'll rescue me?"

"Yah, of course."

"Ok then," Neville stood up. "I'll, I'll try."

It took Neville a long time to finish his dare. Nothing did go wrong. He walked very slowly half the way to the Forbidden Forest, and then ran as fast as his stubby legs would take him back.

"Good show Neville. Your turn to ask someone," Seamus was surprised that Neville actually did it.

"O-o.k," He was a little shaken after his dare. "Um, Dean."

"Yah!" Dean was surprisingly upbeat. "Dare me."

"I dare you, I dare you..." Neville thought, then his face lightened a little, this is going to be funny, he thought, "since you think that Aigle would be all over you, I dare you to go to the girls room, ask Aigle into the hall and kiss her," he leaned back in satisfaction.

"Wow, that's a what I call a real dare," Ron said out loud.

"I cant-I can't do that," Dean told them all. "That's just undoable."

"Come-one, be a sport," Neville said with an evil grin. "I just did something that I never thought I could do and you were saying that she'll fall head over heels for you."

All the boys but Dean laughed hysterically.

"This is going to be funny," Seamus told Dean, while slapping him on the back. "Let's go find Aigle and get this over with."

They had to push Dean to get him out of the door. They walked down the stairs and past the common room. They were making some noise. None of them saw Aigle sitting in front of the fire. They would have walked right to the girl's dormitory if Aigle hadn't said anything.

"What are you guys doin'?" Aigle was leaning on the back of her chair. They hadn't expected anyone to be in the common room, that they all had jumped and almost tripped over each other.

"Holy shit!" Harry exclaimed. "Oh, Aigle it's only you."

"Bloody hell, you almost gave us all heart attacks," Ron said, breathing heavily.

"Sorry," Aigle told them all. "Now back to my question," she tilted her head to the side, "what are you guys doing down here? I thought everyone was sleeping. If I'm correct, it'd almost 5 in the morning." Aigle didn't look tired at all.

"Um," Dean was starting at her. When Aigle smiled at him, he went as red as Ron's hair. Dean turned around so Aigle couldn't hear him. "I can't do this. She'll think I'm irresponsible. She might slap me."

"Oh come-on Dean, don't be such a baby," Harry said. Aigle looked at them confused, then sat back down and wrote in her journal. "It's not going to kill you."

Dean looked daggers at him. "If you think it'll be so easy, why don't you do it then."

"Yah," Ron said. "That's even better than Dean here doing it. Come on Harry, you've done harder things than this," indicating to the past 4 years.

"This is supposed to be Dean's dare," Harry said trying to change the subject.

"No Harry, I'm giving it to you. You can give me another dare after." Dean smiled evilly.

"Go for it Harry," Seamus said.

All of a sudden, all the boys except Harry started chanting, quietly, "Harry! Harry! Harry..."

Ron pushed Harry towards where Aigle was sitting. She had heard all that they had said, though understood none of it. When she felt Harry moving towards her, she closed her purple journal.

"Um, Aigle?" Harry said weakly.

"Yes Harry." She stood up and faced Harry.

Aigle was around 5ft 4. She was a little shorter than Harry, a couple of inches. She smiled up to him.

"Um, please don't hit me or anything after I do this."

"After you do what?" she asked giving him a sideways glance.

Harry looked back to the other 5^th year boys. Then cleared his throat then turned back to Aigle and placed a kiss on her lips.

After Harry let go of Aigle, she looked totally surprised.

"I'm sorry!" he told her while the others boys gasped that Harry actually did it. "I'm sorry!"

When Aigle found her voice again, she smiled up to Harry.

"Sorry for what?" Her voice was calm and cool, "that was awesome. You're great at that."

Harry blushed violently. Aigle picked up her things that where laying on the chair that she was previously sitting in. Aigle walked past Harry towards the stairs. When she got to the group of 5^th year boys, excluding Harry, she said, "Good night boys."

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