Chapter 57: Helping Each Other (1/2)

It was almost dinner time and Chris was still in her dirty muddy robes, and thinking Madam Pomfrey will not like it, she changed her plan and first went to Gryffindor tower for a shower.

A great burst of applause greeted her in the Gryffindor tower. Every Gryffindor congratulated her for winning the match, Angelina had told everyone that scoring more without the help of Snitch was Chris's idea. Wood practically lifted her from the ground in happiness. After hearing the clapping and chanting, Chris finally entered her bathroom and took a shower.

When she came downstairs after changing, she saw Ginny was back and was looking better; and Fred, George, Angelina and Wood dragged Chris and Ginny to the Great Hall for celebration.

After a while, Chris made an excuse of being tired, took some dessert and sneaked out of the Great Hall.

In the Hospital Wing, Harry was sitting alone in his bed, staring at the shattered remnants of his Nimbus Two Thousand. Chris sat beside the bed and gave him the dessert.

”No thanks. I'm not hungry,” Harry said and tried to smile but failed miserably.

”Desserts aren't for hunger. Desserts are for improving mood, which you really need right now,” Chris said.

Harry didn't say anything and just looked down.

Chris sighed.

”I know Harry, a broom can be the nearest thing to someone's heart. I love my Firebolt too. Ginny look after hers like it's a kid,” Chris said. Harry was still silent. Chris put the dessert away. ”Fine you don't wanna talk. Don't talk. I get it.”

The silence stretched for a long time. Almost fifteen minutes, Chris guessed.

”Ok. Bye then.” She said finally as she got up.

”I saw the grim. . . again.” Harry's voice was a little more than a whisper but Chris heard him.

”The grim? Professor Trelawney's grim?” Chris sounded as normal as possible and sat down again.

”Yes. It's a big black dog. I saw it before when I left the Durselys' house. Then — today — at the stand.”

”Do you think today's accident happened because of the grim?” Chris knew that's not the reason but she didn't want to lecture him, right now. ”What happened before? When you saw the black dog?”

”I had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus.”

”Oh! The wizarding bus?”

”Yes.” Harry sighed. ”I don't know Chris, it's because of that dog or not but —”

”You are scared?”

”No. . .” Harry almost shouted then said, ”Yes. I guess I am. I felt horrible when those Dementors attacked me today. I —”

Chris held Harry's hand and gave a light squeeze.

”Tell me.”

Harry took a deep breath, ”Remember I told you all last time, I heard someone screaming. . . I heard them again. . . But this time it was clear. . . When the Dementors approached me, I heard the last moments of my mother's life, her attempts to protect me, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort's laughter before he murdered her. . .”

Harry was shaking badly, Chris hugged him tightly, after a few moments he calmed down and hugged her back. At last, he whispered only one word, ”Thanks.”

Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend, Chris visited him a few times. Sunday evening when she was returning from the Hospital wing, someone called her. She looked back and saw Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff team captain. Yesterday she didn't notice him much because of the rain and the match, now Chris admitted he was really good looking as Angelina mentioned.

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”Hey,” He said smiling.

”Hi,” replied Chris without any kind of expression.

”Well. . . Chris, right?”

”Yeah. Christina Norton, but Chris is fine.”

”Cedric Diggory.” He held his hand out.

”I know, you're the Hufflepuff team captain,” Chris said shaking hands.