Robyn sat on the concrete steps leading out of Hogwarts. It was the trip to Hogsmeade and people from third year or higher were all queuing up, permission forms in their hands.

During her time at home, Robyn never got the chance to ask her parents to sign the form as they were always busy and she didn't want to be a bother. But she also was glad it never got signed.

Although she wanted to go, the thought of all the stares that would have followed her would have just made the trip miserable. But yet, being in a gigantic castle on her own also proved to be just as miserable.

Robyn shook her head, she could never win. She watched as people stuck in their friendship groups, gossiping about what Hogsmeade would be like. Robyn envied them.

She saw Ron and Hermione together all ready to go, they were just waiting for Harry, who was running late.

Typical Harry.

Robyn thought with a smile.

Hermione and Ron had already said their farewells to Robyn and Hermione had squeezed her in a hug which was weird for Robyn but she savored it none the less.

They both said they would try to bring her back something but Robyn kindly refused, not wanting them to use their money on her. Her heart did warm as they offered though.

"Remember! These visits to Hogsmeade Village are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in any way, that privilege shall not be extended again." McGonagall called over the loud ambush of voices, with a glowering Filch next to her.

Just in time, Harry came rushing down the steps, past Robyn, and to Professor McGonagall, who spoke before Harry could mutter a syllable.

"No permission form. No visiting the Village. That's the rule, Potter." McGonagall said, her voice stern. Robyn could see Ron and Hermione staring anxiously at Harry and McGonagall, hoping he will be allowed to go.

"Yes, Professor, but I thought if you said I could go-" Harry tried to bargain, his voice slightly desperate.

"But I don't say so. A parent or guardian must sign, and since I am neither, it would be inappropriate." McGonagall continued to decline and when she saw Harry's sad expression, slight pity etched her face.

"I'm sorry, Potter. But that's my final word." Harry nodded solemnly.

He turned to his best friends and shook his head, their faces fell but waved him goodbye. Harry trudged over to where Robyn was sat and sat next to her.

"Hello." he greeted.

"Hi." Robyn said back, a slight smile on her face.

"I take it you didn't get your permission form signed in time either?" Harry said to Robyn, without looking at her. In fact, the whole of their short conversation had gone without eye contact, both of their eye's glued forward, watching the happy students leave for their trip.

"Yeah, my family was busy working." Harry couldn't help but notice the slight sadness in her voice as she said this.

The last of the students and staff, who were going on the trip, had left and now Robyn and Harry were sat in a comfortable silence, staring out at the drizzly and damp landscape.

"Robyn, can I ask you something?"

Robyn turned slightly, giving Harry a quick glance. Though they might be friends and in Robyn's head it was a bit wrong of her to think it, she couldn't deny that she found him rather attractive. Harry's raven hair blew slightly in the subtle breeze. It was the type of hair that had a mind of it's own. Robyn had saw countless times, Hermione trying to flatten down his hair but it just went back to how it was originally; all over the place.

"I believe you just did, but go on." Robyn grinned, humour in her voice.

Harry chuckled, knocking her arm gently. They looked at eachother and for a split second both of their heart's stopped. Robyn was entranced by the greenness of Harry's eyes. They were so bright, so mischievous, so innocent, so captivating... Robyn coughed awkwardly, looking away and onto the ground.

That was weird,

Robyn thought, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

That was wonderful.

She thought as her heart leapt in her chest.

Harry was feeling just the same. Just as confused and mesmerised by what he was feeling. It was strange and weird yet it was wonderfully beautiful. But most of all it was new...

"Y-you wanted to ask me a question, H-Harry?" Robyn gulped, not daring to look anywhere apart from the ground.

"Oh, urm....it doesn't matter, it, urm, can wait for another time." Harry decided not to ask the question that was racing around his head. The question that had been bugging him since they first met. For he didn't want to ruin the moment. The beautiful moment that kept them both silent, their hearts pounding. None of them dared to speak. Not even when it began to rain.

>>>

It was a couple of hours later now and after spending most of the day together, Harry and Robyn had split ways. Robyn had taken a nap, feeling quite exhausted. But Harry had met with Professor Lupin and they were now walking around the Black Lake.

"So. No Hogsmeade, eh?" The Professor looked at Harry's slightly dull face. Spending all day with Robyn did cheer Harry up and although he could not picture himself in Hogsmeade anymore, he still missed Hermione and Ron.

"Well, don't feel too bad. I was roundly disappointed the first time I went."

"Really?" Shock was clear in Harry's voice but he was also intrigued to know why Lupin was disappointed at the first trip he took to Hogsmeade.

"No. I was just trying to make you feel better. Honeydukes' sweets are the best in the world. Their Pepper Imps are so strong you smoke at the ears. And Zonko's Joke Shop may be dangerous, but you can't beat their Stink Pellets."

Lupin was now making Harry feel worse about not going to Hogsmeade. His face fell at Lupins words and his stomach rumbled at the thought of all the mouth watering goodies.

"Not to mention The Shrieking Shack, which, according to Hermione, is the most severely haunted building in Britain." Harry pitched in. This was the real reason he wanted to go. His thirst for adventure longed for him to see the Shrieking Shack.

"Yes, that too..." the Professor nodded.

"Professor, can I ask you something?" As Harry asked this, he got a sense of déjà vu. He then remembered this morning with Robyn and how she came up with a smart remark. Harry found himself smiling.

"You'd like to know why I stopped you from facing the Boggart." Harry was surprised that Lupin knew what he was going to ask. The smile fell from his face at the memory of them.

"I should think it'd be obvious. I assumed the Boggart would take the shape of Lord Voldemort."

Harry's eye's darkened. Harry was the many few, like Professor Lupin, who could say his name without fear. After all it was only a name. A shiver ran down Harry's spine.

"But clearly... I was wrong." The Professor mused.

"I did think of Voldemort first. But then, I remembered that night on the train... and the Dementors..." Harry trailed, fear consuming him.

"Well, I'm impressed. That suggests that what you fear most of all is fear itself. Very wise." Lupin wore a light smile, his eyebrow raised.

Harry decided to tell the Professor something he had already told his three friends the night it happened. "Before I fainted... I heard something. A woman. Screaming."

"Dementors force us to relive the worst memories of our lives. Our pain becomes their power."

Harry already knew this from Robyn and the sense of déjà vu came back. The night it happened, he had lay awake thinking hard about the scream. The scream that haunted him.

"I think it was my mother. The night she was murdered." Harry's eye's glazed over slightly at the mention of his mother. He wished she was here. He wished they were both here. Harry looked up to find Professor Lupin studying him.

"The first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar. By your eyes. They're your mother Lily's."

"Yes. I knew her. She was there for me at a time when no one else was. We used to talk for hours. She was not only a singularly gifted witch but an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in whoever she met, even -- and perhaps most especially -- when that person couldn't see it in themselves..." Lupin's eyes glazed with memory and Harry could only hold onto every word.

"Which perhaps explains her affection for your father. James had, shall we say, a certain talent for trouble. A gift, rumor has it, he passed on to you." Lupin looked down at Harry with a twinkle of affection in his eye's. Harry smiled.

"I could tell you stories -- and there are many about your parents, Harry -- but know this..." the Professor eyed Harry intensely. "They lived. Every moment of every day. You should know that. That's how they'd want to be remembered."

Harry could only nod as he tried to picture what they would of been like. He could only imagine how wonderful they would of been. Harry trudged back up to the castle, knowing he would be greeted by Hermione and Ron talking about Hogsmeade with Robyn and him listening to every word. He smiled at the thought. Harry looked up to the sky and wondered if Lily and James could really see him...

They could and the two of them couldn't be prouder of him. They would always look over him.