Invisible String

2.

Ron let out a laugh at the fact that Harry held on to the comment he made, and both him and Hermione slowly turned around to look where Harry's eyes were locked.

They had been fairly surprised.

"She's real, alright." Ron turned back around. Hermione was still in shock.

"Harry... she... she's beautiful! Ethereal, if I may say," Hermione gasped in adoration.

"She's got you wrapped around her finger too, wonder if she's a Veela..." Ron said to Hermione, thinking about the trance that Fleur Delacour had left a lot of them in during the previous year.

Harry and Aurora had no classes together, and the amount of homework, Quidditch practice, and detentions Harry was piling up was enough to keep him too busy to see her at night, let alone ever.

Aurora, on the other hand, spent almost every night alone at the Astronomy tower, as Harry noticed on his map. What she was doing up there, was a question that frequently arose in his mind.

Harry also caught himself another week of detention due to his foul mouthing towards Umbridge and Draco Malfoy during their Care of Magical Creatures class. Though Draco promised to leave Harry alone, Aurora said nothing about leaving "the bloody oaf" alone. This provoked Harry, and hence landing him to be in Umbridge's company for another week.

But thanks to whatever Aurora's magical lips did to the targeted area, Umbridge's quill no longer affected him.
She was taken aback once she found this out. She dismissed him from detention earlier on that day, but the next day Harry found out Umbridge bewitched the quill to scar his other hand instead.

Harry spent the rest of the week wishing Aurora could kiss him again.

So much time had passed since the pair last saw one another, that the night they shared seemed like a distant memory. Finally, a night occurred where Harry did not have Quidditch practice or detention and could not be bothered to do his homework. It was around 8pm, when Harry was sat in the crowded common room on a Sunday in the middle of October.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron had just finished having a conversation in regard to their plan to start a group to properly learn Defence Against the Dark Arts, unlike what Umbridge was teaching them in class. Their first meeting was the day after, along with 25 other students.

"Hey, guys... I'm going to go meet Aurora," Harry muttered to his best friends.

"Do you want to go alone? Will you be okay?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah. I'm going alone. I'll be fine. If I'm not back by midnight just know I'll be back by morning for sure," Harry smiled at them, getting up to put his stuff back in his dorm, and put on his invisibility cloak.
Harry reached a few minutes later and had once again caught the opportunity to look at what Aurora looked like without her eyes locked onto him.

"Hello, Harry." She said, still facing the sky.

Harry questioned how she knew he was there, once again. He hadn't even taken off his cloak yet.

Once he dropped the cloak to the floor, he walked up next to her and leaned against the railing.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Aurora's eyes directed themselves towards Harry's scarred hand.
"You ought to tell someone about that, darling." Aurora turned to him and held his hand. This made Harry face her.

"I can't. Besides, it only happened the week after the last time I saw you. She doesn't- well, I haven't gotten a detention since then. And otherwise, I don't want to tell McGonagall because-"

"...you don't have to explain yourself to me." Aurora cut him off. Their eyes stayed locked onto one another.

She then lifted his hand and lightly rubbed her thumb on the lightly faded, but still visible scabs which faintly read out the same words.