Cleaning the tables in the Great Hall was no fun at all. I wasn't allowed to use magic and there was a long process of cleaning. You had to do them one by one, and if there was so much as one smudge, I had to redo the whole table. First, I had to wipe all the crumbs off with a dry towel, then I put the cleaner on and spread that across the whole table. Then, I had to use a new dry towel to wipe the excess cleaner off. It was absolutely horrid. Not to mention I had Mrs. Norriss staring at me the whole time. I hated that cat. I absolutely hated it.

When I had finished, Filch didn't want me to go. He tried to make me feel guilty and that I should be the one to clean the school because I was a rule-breaker, not him. I smiled and said I was sorry and a grunt from him was all I got for a goodbye. I hurried out of the school once more, making sure not to run. The last thing I needed was to be inside for another two hours cleaning. 

I walked out the main doors, admiring how tall they were. Hogwarts was beautiful. I hadn't appreciated it like I should have in the beginning. 

I sigh. In the beginning. When Harry was nothing more than the enemy and Father was everything but the enemy. Funny how things change.

Once I'm outside, I run to Hagrids. I hoped desperately that Harry was still there. I streamed past the greenhouses. 

Then I fell- or collapsed. I cried out as the wind was knocked out of me. A pressure filled me, so that I felt like I couldn't breathe. I grabbed the grass tightly. Vallencia, are you ready? Where is Haaaaary Potterrr. I groan and wince as his voice surrounds me, repeating itself over and over. "I'm trying," I say weakly. My eyes droop and my head falls to the grass. "I-I'm trying," I whisper. My eyes close and blackness wraps itself around me. 

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Vallencia, I need him. I need Haaarry Potter. The Chosen One. The Boy Who Lived. I need him. I'm dying. I need Harry Potter. I need him now. He's killing me. He is taking my power. I need the boy. Vallenciaaaa. Can you hear me? Are you listening? Haaaarryyy Pooootterr needs to diiiie. I will kill Haaarry Potter. He will die! Harry Potter will die! I'm coming.

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I feel light, as if I'm floating in a bubble. A warm blanket is wrapped around me. At least, that's what it feels like. I feel peachy and giddy. I want to yell out with glee. It's warm and quiet and peaceful. It's perfect. Then something interrupts the peace. I frown, though my eyes are still closed, enjoying the calm. A bright light enters, blinding me. I groan, telling it to go away. It's not wanted. I squirm uncomfortably. 

"Val? Vallee? Vallee, are you okay? Oh no. We need to take her to the hospital wing to Madam Pomfrey."

I groan at the muffled voice. It's annoying and ruined my peacefulness; my quiet. "Go!" I scream, on the verge of tears. Why, again, was I so emotional? I squeezed my eyes shut. 

"She's awake. Vallee! Vallee, it's Harry." The voice sounded as if it was pleading. 

Hm. Harry. Who was Harry again? I let myself ponder this for a moment, feeling silly at my stupidity. Perhaps the bubbly feeling hadn't left me. Then I sit up sharply and open my eyes. This was most definitely not silly. "Harry," I breathe, hugging him tightly.

"What's going on? What happened? Are you alright?" He was panicked. Very panicked. I don't think I've ever seen him so fretful. 

"I'm okay." Then I frown and correct myself. "Or rather, I'm going to be okay."

"No one was around!" he screams at me.

I flinch. "I know, it's not my fault."

Harry stares at me, then gulps. I wait while his breathing slows. "I'm sorry." He stands and reaches down to help me up. 

I take his hands gratefully. I sway a little and feel rather nauseous. I hold on to Harry tightly. I wanted to show him I didn't need to go to the hospital wing.

Someone clears their throat behind Harry and I crane my neck and see Hermione. "Hermione," I say in greeting.

"Hey, Val," she says awkwardly, looking at the sky and letting out a breath. She seemed nervous. 

"I-"

She shakes her head. "It's nothing. Harry has told me everything and it helped me understand."

I look at Harry and he smiles nervously. "I didn't think you would mind," he says quietly.

"I don't," I say quickly, readjusting my thoughts. Hermione deserved to know. As did Ron. Speaking of Ron... "Where's Ron?" I ask.

"I believe he's with Fred and George. We haven't really seen him much today," Hermione answers. I see a slight sparkle in her eyes when she talks about Ron. Perhaps that's the reason I ended things with her- even if there was never a relationship in the first place. She belonged with Ron. 

When I think of life time happiness, I can't help but look at Harry and smile. I roll my eyes at myself. 

"What?" Harry asks, nervousness taking over his face. "Is something wrong?"

"No," I say. "Nothing is wrong." Except the end of the world may be coming. "I'm just fine."

Harry pulls me into a hug and I grin stupidly. What was wrong with me? I feel another pair of arms wrap around us and breathe in Hermione's scent. This was happiness. This was why people lived; for love and family and comfort and friends. This was what made people happy. This was why I fell in love with Harry Potter.

Yay! Chapter eleven! Keep reading and add to a list or library! Comment who's team your on (Voldemort or Harry Potter) if you're reading this. Love you all so much! 

-Blu