okay guys...this is part two. It's from Harry's perspective, with
a little bit of Dumbledore's thoughts thrown in.
Harry Potter sat down wearily at the Gryffindor table. What a rough first
day to his fifth year. He had already lost 50 points from Gryffindor that
morning for accidentally turning Draco Malfoy into a donkey in Transfiguration.
Plus he had a nagging feeling that something big was happening between
his two best friends. He watched Ron and Hermione for a few minutes as
they cast furtive glances at each other. He would worry about that
Soon Harry found that he was struggling to keep his head from falling
into his roast beef. He closed his eyes and had just started dozing when
something made him sit up with a start. A hush had fallen over the Great
Hall like a blanket. All eyes seemed to be fixed on the doors. He turned
in his seat to get a better view and saw the two figures standing there.
In that sweet instant, he knew his heart was lost forever. The shock of
suddenly finding the one who was obviously meant for him was like a blow
to the stomach, and he reeled in his chair. Harry had always considered
himself rather dense at times, but this girl... he knew her. He
sat up straighter, his mind clear for the first time all day. This went
unnoticed by his classmates, as their eyes were still glued to the girl
who stood so still, so silent, in the front of the room with the Headmaster.
Harry saw her through a lover's eyes: petite, plump, with curves exactly
where they should be. Grey eyes the color of the lake after a storm in
winter. Her hair- Harry had never seen anything quite like it, even on
Fleur Delacour- it was like a wavy river of gold and flowed all the way
to her knees. His soul cried out to touch it. He stayed put, though. He
was paralyzed at finding so young what most people spend their whole lives
searching for. "Well, that's it, then." He said with soft conviction,
Harry didn't see the flash of orange, quickly concealed, in Anchoret's
eyes. But then, thought Dumbledore bemusedly, it scarcely would have mattered.
He looked at Harry and knew his favorite student's heart had chosen well
in this strange, remote girl beside him.
He watched as Anchoret stood before his students and staff. He saw in
her eyes that love was the last thing on her mind. A cool, calm remoteness
had come over the Firetah, turning her fire to a frozen stream. She stood
quietly, waiting for him to speak. Any human girl would have quailed under
such scrutiny. But Anchoret, no human girl she, stood unmoved.