****Lyra's P.O.V.****

After we got ready for Hogsmeade, we headed out to the carriages. Hannah, Sarah, Hermione, and I are going to look for dresses for the ball, while Fred, George, Lee, Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville shop for dress robes. Harry didn't get his permission slip signed, due to blowing up his aunt, so he's at the castle.

"Alright, where to first?" Hermione asked.

"There's only two shops, Mione. One on the left, one on the right. I vote left!" Sarah called.

"Left." I said

"That works." Hannah said. Hermione checked it off her list, and we walked in. I walked to the blue and green sections, while Hermione walked off to the pinks and purples. Hannah was looking at the greens with me, and Sarah was by the blacks and whites.

"Hey, Mione, try this one." Hannah called, who I just noticed had migrated to the pinks. She handed her a pale pink dress with a silver neckline.

"Han, look at this." I said. She came over, and I handed her the dress. At that moment, Hermione came out of the dressing room. Every girl that was in the shop, even ones that none us knew, started to squeal.

All of a sudden, the shop started to shake, and my hands caught fire. No, not now, please not now. Hermione and Hannah were scared, but what bothered me most was the look in Sarah's eyes. She was looking at me with fear in her eyes, like she thought I was going to hurt her.

I felt tears spring to my eyes, and I ran back to the castle. I didn't care that it was probably too long for me to run, I just ran. I knew there was a wave of water chasing me, and that my hands were on fire. The world was still shaking, more violently now, and the wind was whipping my hair around. I ran over to a gargoyle, sat down, and just cried.

****Harry's P.O.V.****

I was walking down the corridors, lost in thought, and on my way to talk to Dumbledore. I saw a girl that that was engulfed in fire, covered in water, and in the center of a tornado.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"H-harry? W-what are you doing here?" She asked.

"Lyra? What's wrong?" I asked

"S-sarah." Is all she managed to get out, before she broke down into another round of sobs. I picked her up and carried her back to the Gryffindor common room, and I set her down on the couch, but she had grabbed my shirt, I couldn't leave. I just sat with her on the couch until she fell asleep, and soon after, so did I.

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****Lyra's P.O.V.****

I woke up with my hands holding onto somebody's shirt. I looked over, and saw it was Harry's. "Harry? What's going on?" I asked.

He opened his eyes, and I realized how close we actually were. I blushed and backed away, and repeated my question. "Harry, what's going on?"

"You don't remember? I don't know the whole story, but I saw you crying by Dumbledore's office, you were covered in fire, water, and wind. I brought you back here, and you fell asleep on the couch." He said.

"Okay, but what does that have to do with you being here?" I asked, still confused.

"You, um, wouldn't let go of my shirt." He smiled sheepishly. All of a sudden, yesterdays events came flooding into my mind, and I blushed.

"Oh, crap, I still have to find a dress." I said, and left.

****Skip to November 26th****
****Lyra's P.O.V.****

Hermione and Ginny were in the Hufflepuff dorm with me and Hannah, getting ready for the dance. We didn't have any classes today, anyways. I was still staying away from Sarah, so neither of us knew what each other's dresses looked like.

Neither me or Hermione had dates, but Dean had plucked up the courage to ask Ginny. I knew that Ron, Harry, and George were going alone, too, as Fred had asked Angelina, and Lee had asked Sarah.

Hannah was helping me get ready, and vice-versa. I had helped her braid daisies in her hair, and calmed her down a bit, as she was going with Neville. She was currently helping me curl my hair into wavy blonde ringlets.

"Hey, you weren't there when I picked my dress, does this work?" Hannah asked. She twirled around in her yellow princess dress.

"You look beautiful, Han." I smiled at her.

"Neville will be drooling." Ginny teased.

"Shut up, Mrs. Thomas!" A blushing Hannah said. They went on arguing like this until Hermione and I broke it up.

We walked down to the stairs, and waited for a couple minutes for the stairs to be absolutely clear. We linked arms, Ginny to the far left in her simple green dress. Beside her was Hermione in her pale pink dress. I was next to Hermione, wearing a simple robin's egg dress. Hannah was to the far right, wearing the same yellow Cinderella-style dress as before.

Whispers erupted throughout the Hall, and I suddenly felt very self conscious. Hermione nudged me in the ribs, "I think a certain Harry Potter is staring at you." I didn't bother looking over, I just blushed.

"Well, Mione, I think a certain Ronald Weasley is just drooling over you." I smirked. When we got to the bottom of the staircase, Hannah and Sarah left to go find their dates. Hermione and I walked over to the food table, as we came alone.

After a while of talking and eating, George came over to us, "Hello, ladies, you look lonely."

"As do you." Hermione and I chorused.

"That's mine and Fred's thing!" George pouted.

"Not anymore! I'm going to go get some punch." I said, standing up. I walked over to the punch table, and drank a sip of punch, when I heard someone start to scream.

I walk out and see Sarah crying on the steps. "Sarah? Where's Lee? Are you alright?" I asked shakily.

"N-no. I went to go get some punch, and I come out here to see h-him snogging Angelina." She broke down into another fit of sobs.

"Why, that little-" I was cut off by a hand clamping over my mouth. I turned around to see Hermione. She let me go, and turned to Sarah.

"I heard about what happened. Well, saw more likely." I looked at Hermione, and she gave me a look that said 'You can go, we all know I'm better at this,' which I wasn't really offended by. It was true, after all.

I walked off, and just sat on one of the benches outside, by the entrance hall. I just sat there, naming of the stars and constellations I knew. "Orion, Orion's belt, the Big Dipper, Little Dipper, Sirius-" I stopped there. Sirius Black, the mass murderer, was out to get my best friend.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a voice behind me. "Hey, Ly." I turned around to see Harry.

"Oh, hey, Harry. Whats up?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Nothing," he fidgetted a bit, "Um... wanna dance?"

"I'd love to, Harry." He smiled as I got up.

We stopped for a moment, just trying to hear the song that was playing. We both realized it was a slow song at the same time, and I blushed. He placed his hands on my waist, and I carefully wrapped my arms around his neck.

We spent the night like that, and it could have been hours before I willed myself away. I fell asleep that night, dreaming of a pair of emerald green eyes, the ones I had been staring into throughout the night.