Destined | The Order of the Phoenix : Book 5

Scars on her Wrist

Kiana

After returning back from Cedric and I's secret hideout where my parents would run off to, I joined my house in our common room. A few first years were staring at me as I entered.

"I suggest you look at something else before I hex your eyes off," I threatened.

Immediately, the first years looked down and I smirked. Bloody hell, I'm turning into Kayla. I quickly wiped away a stray tear from my cheek as the portrait door swung open revealing Harry, Jake, Hermione and Ron. I looked at my watch and I saw that it was time for classes to end. Harry saw me and his eyes lit up as he approached me and keeled down.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to—"

I held my hand up silencing him.

"Just leave me and Cedric out of it," I sighed. "I just want a normal year."

Harry nodded. He stood up and pulled me into his arms giving me a tight hug. I patted his back and then sat back down, my muscles sore from the exercise.

"Time for dinner," Ron cheered.

Jake shook his head but smiled at our excited best friend. Hermione paced back and forth and sighed.

"I have detention, so you won't see me in dinner," Harry muttered.

Jake, Ron and Hermione stood up and gathered their items.

"Are you coming Kiana?" Hermione asked.

I shook my head.

"Why not?" Jake frowned. "You didn't eat all day."

"Setting up Quidditch try outs, plays and calls," I sighed. "And I'd rather not see Umbitch."

The boys nodded and Hermione chuckled and exited waving a goodbye.

"We'll try to snag some food from the kitchen." Ron sighed.

He then in turn waved goodbye and followed behind Hermione.

"Treacle tarts for you and Harry?" Jake asked.

Harry and I looked at each other and nodded. I knew it was Harry's favorite treat and me not eating worried them.. so why not.

"Thanks Jake," we said in unison.

"You're both very welcome, goodbye," Jake smiled and exited the portrait.

Harry gathered his books and sighed.

"I should head to detention," Harry sighed. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Seeing as I'm still alive, yes," I answered.

Harry gave me another hug before leaving me all alone in the common room. I went up to the dorm rooms and took a shower. I decided to wear casual clothes since I was going to be in the common room. I decided to wear grey Nike sweat pants, a white Nike sweatshirt and white converse.

I then grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulders. I carried it down the steps to the common room and took up the whole couch. I set my playbook onto my lap and began writing down new positions and play. I also had to organize all the players documents and whatnots. I then felt this stinging pain on my left hand. I set my quill down and began scratching it. I then continued to write my plays until the pain increased. I set my quill down and on my hand the words 'I Must Not Tell Lies.' formed on my wrist. I jumped out of the couch as the words continued to imprint on my hand. The pain continued to sting my hand some more and then further along my wrist. I was about to run to Dumbledore's office but I ran into Christian.

"Kiana? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Christian! I'm fine, just a long day. Are you trying out for Keeper?" I asked.

Christian chuckled. I swiftly hid my hand behind my back and kept a stiff smile on my face as the pain worsened.

"Yeah, but I don't expect special treatment. I know you're going to make me work for it," Christian chuckled.

He then stared at me as I tried to keep a straight face. He furrowed an eyebrow.

"This is going to be a hard year isn't it?" He asked.

I then met his eyes again.

"Well Cedric has detention with Harry in Umbitch's class today," Christian said.

"Cedric has detention he's Head Boy," I sighed.

Why didn't he tell me?

"Umbridge pushed him – she was talking about you," Christian said. "I guess it's good we still have each other huh?"

When I didn't answer Christian pecked my forehead and walked upstairs and into his dorm. I sat on the couch to think about everything. I then looked down at my stinging hand to see that more words imprinted it. I shook the feeling off.

I deserved this ...