Harry made his way through the school halls. He'd successfully been able to dodge Sophia this morning and hoped he'd make it through the day without being cornered by her. Unfortunately, just as he thought that, she spotted him and rushed over to him.
"Harry, how many times do I have to ask you to take me to prom with you?" She asked, putting a fake smile on her face as she touched his shoulder.
"Sophia, I've been telling you that I'm not going to the prom," Harry sighed, when was this girl going to get the message that I'm neither going nor am I interested. "I don't want to go to the prom."
"But, Harry, it'll be our last time together before summer," she grabbed a hold of his arms and pushed her body against his.
"Sophia, I don't want to go to the prom." How thick could one person be?
"I'll let you think on it, I still have hope that you'll cave one day," she pressed her lips against his hand and walked off.
Harry shook his head and went to his next class. Really, what was it with women who couldn't take a hint, or just the plain truth? He sat down at his usual table and groaned when Sophia sat down next to him.
"Have you decided already?" She asked him sweetly, making Harry want to bang his head against the table as she touched his arm again. "I mean, I know we just talked but I thought I'd asked again."
"Sophia, when will you get it through your thick skull that I don't want to go to the prom with you? I'm not going to the prom," he almost yelled. The bewildered look on the girl's face had him softening a bit. "Look, why don't you ask Jake, I'm sure he'll want to go to prom with you."
"Jake?" Sophia looked confused. "I guess." She had never thought of going with anyone but Harrison, but Jake would do; he was the captain of the basketball team after all.
Harry had to close his eyes as Sophia kept touching him. Why did she have to keep on touching him? He tried hard to focus on the lessons but nothing seemed to work. When he finally gave up he raised his hand to ask the teacher if he could go to the bathroom.
"Of course," the teacher answered. Harry gathered his things, not wanting to return to the class and quickly left. Not watching where he was going he bumped into someone rather hard.
He had to bite his tongue to keep from cursing out loud; bumping into that particular person had hurt. "Bad day?" the musical voice washed over him and he finally looked up at his victim.
"Edward," he breathed. "Why aren't you in class?" Of all the things he could say, he ended up saying that? What kind of a moron was he?
"I heard your distress and Jasper told me what you were feeling, I wanted to make sure you were okay," Edward asked concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine," Harry quickly told him. Why was this being that kept ignoring him these past months, suddenly interested in him?
"Why aren't you going to the prom?"
Harry raised his eyebrow; he wondered again why he was interested. "I'm not going to waste my time staring at couples dancing, I've done that once and I'm not going to do so again. Besides, I rather spend my time with C.J."
"Yes, I can understand that," the vampire replied.
"You better get back to class," Harry said after a moment of silence. "And I will hide in the bathroom," he added as an afterthought.
The vampire chuckled and it made him look up. "I shall return to my class now that I know you are, as you say, ‘fine'," the vampire told him but didn't move.
Harry nodded and walked away before turning back. "I'll see you at lunch," he said before walking off. Why did I say that? Will he think it's a date? It's not a date! Oh, crap… He had entered the bathroom and watched his reflection in the mirror. Oh, Merlin, I hope he doesn't think it's a date…
As he stared at his reflection he remembered the vampire was a mind reader. Did that mean he's listening to his thoughts right now? Oh, Merlin! He hoped not! He splashed his face with water hoping to clear his thoughts. Why was he even thinking about dating?
The noise in the hallways alerted him to the fact that class was over and lunch had started. He left the bathroom and walked over to the cafeteria. He could hear Sophia asking Jake to the prom and he smiled. Maybe now she would leave him alone…
He passed the various tables and sat down at the Cullen's table; at least twice a week he would try and sit with them, just to be friendly. He took his lunch out of his bag and threw it on the table. Smiling as he saw the same food on the three plates of the vampires.
"You know what might help to make you blend in better?" he asked.
Alice and Jasper looked at him while Edward was still staring out the window. "What would make us blend in better?" Alice asked.
"If you played with your food," Harry answered. "Take a look at your plates; you all have the same thing, in the same place. When I saw that I knew you weren't eating. If you'd just poke it around, place it somewhere else on the plate, it'll look as if you've really been eating."
"That's some good advice," Alice noted as she picked her food.
Harry shook his head, but smiled. He realised Alice and Edward were communicated with each other none-verbally when he noticed Edward giving subtle signs, to which, he assumed, Alice then answered with her mind. This revelation caused him to shake his head once more.
"Does it never bother you that they are communicating without you?" Harry asked Jasper.
"It can be rather frustrating," Jasper told him, honestly. "But you'll get used to it."
"I doubt it," Harry replied, and packed his the rest of his lunch away; he wasn't all that hungry.
"Why aren't you hungry?" It was the first thing that musical voice asked him since he joined them at lunch.
"I don't know," Harry asked him. "I feel like something's going to happen, I don't know what."
"You're worried," Edward stated.
"Yes," the wizard confirmed. "I think I should check up on C.J. Excuse me." This nagging feeling that something was going to happen kept bugging him. He wasn't sure what it was but he knew if his instincts were telling him something he should listen to them.
He walked over to the public telephone and called Esme. Finding out everything was all right with her and C.J. gave him some peace but not enough. Thinking there wasn't anything he could to until that something actually happened he went back to the cafeteria. He passed a couple of students who were talking rather loudly.
"Who are you taking to the prom, huh, little fairy?" Harry turned around when he heard the word ‘fairy' and noticed that the larger boy was holding a smaller one.
When the smaller boy didn't answer, the taller one punched him in the stomach. "I'm talking to you!" He almost yelled. "Who are you taking to the prom—the audio geek or maybe the computer nerd? Oh wait, I know you're going by yourself!" When the smaller boy still didn't answer, he was once more punched in the stomach.
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked, stepping up to them. "Do you want to take him to prom?"
The larger boy turned to him, venom in his eyes. If looks could kill, Harry thought as he held his ground.
"What do you want?" The boy spit at him.
"Nothing," Harry replied. "I'm just wondering why you're bothering him," he pointed to the boy on the ground.
"That is none of your business," the boy told him, advancing on him.
It was then that Harry felt it; his magic rising, once more reaching out to everything around him. What was happening to him and his magic? The magic caused the boy to receive a little electric shock when he grabbed Harry by the shirt, releasing him and, with scared eyes, ran off
The wizard tried everything to control his magic but nothing seemed to be working. He could feel Jasper sending him calming waves, but it didn't help him. He rushed out of the school, maybe the fresh air will help. He closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down, call his magic back but it was no use it was reaching out to everything around him.
The three vampires had noted the wizard's distress and made their way over. Something was happening to him and they didn't know what. Edward listened in on his thoughts. "He needs to calm down," he told his siblings. His brother confirmed that he was sending him calming waves but it didn't seem to have any effect.
"Harrison, tell us how we can help," he said, hoping the wizard could hear him. He listened closely to what the wizard was telling him, unfortunately, it wasn't much. He didn't know how to calm himself down, not now that Jasper's ability wasn't working for him.
Some kind of invisible shield surrounded the wizard, making it impossible for the three vampires to get closer to him; it kept pushing them away. The mind-reader had never felt so helpless in all of his life. He wanted to call out to the wizard again but the wizard suddenly disappeared.
"Where did he go?" Alice asked her siblings. One moment they were trying to get to Harrison, the next he was gone.
"I have no idea," Edward replied. "Check the house," he told his siblings as he ran as fast as he could to Harrison's house.
He rapped on the door. "Is he here?" He asked once Esme opened it.
"Who?" Esme asked as they walked inside.
"No, he's at school," Isn't he?
"No, he's not at school," he told his vampire mother.
"What happened?" She asked, worriedly. She had spoken to him just 10 minutes earlier.
"I don't know," her vampire son replied. "One moment he was right in front of us, the next he disappeared."
"He disappeared? You don't know what happened?" When her son shook his head she led him to the fire place. "Harrison told me that if something would happen to him I should try and contact a Madam Pomfrey." She picked up a box full of powder and stared at it.
"Do you know what to do?" Edward asked as he saw the powder.
"Yes," Esme replied and grabbed a handful of powder and through it into the fire. "Madam Pomfrey," she said, not a moment later a head appeared in the fireplace.
"Are you Madam Pomfrey?" Esme asked the head; it was weird seeing a head in the fireplace.
"Yes, what happened? Where's Harrison?" The woman's voice was full of concern.
Noting that the woman called him Harrison, she knew it was the right woman. Harrison had told her that no one at the British Wizarding world knew about the name he had chosen to use in America expect for those who had helped him.
"We don't know," Esme answered. "My son told me he was at school, something was happening with his magic; one moment he was there, the next he was gone."
"I believe he Disapparated," the woman told them. "It means he just went to another place; and since he used magic to do so, I have a feeling he's at the magical community. I shall see what I can find out."
"But Harrison's all right?" Esme asked, she was still worried.
"I believe so, for the time being," the woman told her. "I'll find out what I can and contact you at your own house."
"We don't have a fireplace," Esme said.
"That doesn't matter," the woman told them. "I'll contact you as soon as I can. Wait, what about C.J?"
"We shall take care of him," Esme promised her. The head disappeared from the fireplace and Esme turned to her son. "We shall need to make sure they won't come here. Let us pack everything we'll need for C.J. and then ask Alice if she's seen anything."
Edward nodded and helped his mother pack as much belongings as they could. They would make sure C.J. was okay until Harrison returned. Nonetheless he couldn't stop wondering what had happened to him and was he really okay? Besides, hadn't Harrison told him he couldn't use magic like that outside of school—he really hoped that wherever the boy was, he knew what he was doing.