The Dark Mark
I was walking down the halls of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I turned the corner and gasped. A boy was lying on the ground, the dark mark hovering over him. The boy had jet-black hair, glasses and a muscular body. I walked a little closer to him, hesitantly. I walked up to him and sat down on my knees. The boy had his eyes closed and was breathing rather heavily. His chest was going up and down as he breathed. I put my hand on his forehead and jerked it back. He was burning with fever. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. The boy had bangs that covered his whole forehead. They (the bangs) flipped over and there was a lightning-bolt shaped scar. It was glowing like mad. All of a sudden, his scar cracked open and blood poured out. I quickly reached into my bag and took out a lot of tissues. I then wiped the blood away and took out my wand. "Reparo," I said, my wand pointing at the boys scar. The scar automatically went back together and the bleeding stopped.
I reached my hand out onto the boys. He looked awfully familiar. I felt like I already knew him. Like we've met before. But this was my first time to London. I've lived in the northern area of Latvia, Europe. And I'm sure he's never been there. This was only my 4th year going to a magical school, as I was only 14 years old. The boy looked older then me. He looked like he was 16 years old. I looked at the boy's handsome face. If I were a little smarter, I would've been able to think of a spell to wake him up. But, pretty soon, I found my self under his spell; I fell in love with him right then and there. My head suddenly aced with a cold, high-pitched scream and I collapsed, my head hitting the boy's chest.
My thoughts were now blank. I felt nothing. I was on a pitch-black street with a torch in my hand brightening the space around me. Ahead of me, I saw a big house with flames on the roof. Screams could be heard from inside the house. An evil laugh surrounded me. Then, the evil laugh became a bloodcurdling scream. A bright green light filled the house and all that could be heard was a baby's cry.
I woke up in a bright white room. I looked around. Next to the bed I was in, standing looking down at me was the boy. The boy had sparkling green eyes. He was smiling at me. His smile enchanted me. I smiled back at him. "Who are you?" I asked him in a whisper.
"I'm Harry," he said. "Harry Potter. And you?"
"Christina," I whispered in a scratchy voice. "Christina Aricanda (Ara-caun-da)."
"Well Miss. Aricanda," said Harry. "I will be your supervisor until you are able to leave the hospital wing."
Harry pulled over a chair and sat down next to my bed. My hand was resting on my stomach. Harry's hand reached over to my hand and gripped it firmly. I looked down at my stomach where Harry held onto my hand. I held onto his hand and looked back up to him. He was starring at his hand holding mine. I smiled. I tried to sit up but a screaming pain in my back wouldn't allow me to. Harry stopped starring at his hand holding onto mine. He stood up put his hand on my cheek. His hand was warm and soft. He stroked by cheek with his thumb. Surprising me, he leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked. We hardly even knew each other but he was kissing me anyway. I forgot about everything and kissed him back. I felt like I knew him even more now. I knew that Harry thought he knew me. Why else would he be kissing me?
We continued kissing for a while until he pulled back. I was searching of air. I felt like I couldn't breath though I was breathing perfectly. Harry seemed to be breathing fine too. He was still stroking my cheek with his thumb. He smiled at me and kissed me again. I kissed him back knowing the effect this would have on our lives. This time, I was the one who had pulled away from Harry. We looked into each other's eyes and after about a minute, he leaned back in and kissed me. But this was no ordinary kiss. It was so passionate that it was almost bruising. He pulled back after 2 minutes. I was searching for air once again. I had never been kissed like that before in my whole life. Now, I felt like I was completed. And the only people on this planet were Harry and I. Harry moved his hand away from my cheek and grabbed my other hand.
We smiled at each other for a long time. After about 15 minutes, an old woman came walking out of an office with a potion. She handed me the potion. I took the potion and brought it up to my nose. It didn't smell half bad. It smelled like vanilla. When I drank the potion, I found that it actually tasted like vanilla. I set the potion down on the table next to me and fell asleep immediately.
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