Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban 

Amara had been excited all day about the Quidditch match. She wasn't on any team, but she loved the game nonless and couldn't wait to see Harry play again. 

Looking out the window in the dormitory that she shared with Pansy Parkinson, she took notice of the rain and dark clouds. It was definitely going to thunder under the match. Walking towards her closet, Amara pulled out a green jumper, her Slytherin scarf and beanie as well as an umbrella. 

Meeting up with Hermione and Ron outside of the Great Hall, the trio made their way down to the field. It was heavily pouring rain, so Amara opened her umbrella and the three walked under it until it was taken by the wind, "My umbrella!" Amara tried to catch it again before it was too late, but she slipped on the wet ground and fell on her back. 

Ron and Hermione was towards her and pulled her up as she groaned, "Remind me to never run in the rain again." She told them just to hear them laugh at her. "We know you'll end up doing it again, Amara." The young girl looked at the Weasley boy. 

"Come on, guys. We don't want to be late." Said a cheerful Hermione as she started to walk away from the pair. 

When they got to the field, they found their places along with the other Gryffindors. Since Slytherin wasn't playing today, Amara would cheer for Harry and the Gryffindor team. 

"Go, Harry!" The three yelled when the game began. 

Playing during a thunderstorm should not be legal. Amara couldn't even count how many of the players that had been hit by the lightning. She only hoped that Harry wouldn't. 

As they looked up towards the sky where Harry and the Hufflepuff seeker had gone, they were no longer visible to the eye because of the clouds and heavy rain. And when the Hufflepuff seeker came crashing down, Amara widened her eyes and grabbed Hermione's hand. "Harry will be fine." The brown-haired girl assured her. Amara could only hope that she was right. 

But when she saw Harry falling down from the sky looking lifeless, she covered her mouth in shock. And if it hadn't been for Professor Dumbledore, then Harry could have fallen to a gruesome death. 

 Amara, Hermione, and the Weasley's were all gathered around the hospital bed that Harry layed in waiting for him to wake up. "He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron asked the group. "Peaky?" 

"What do you expect?"

"He fell over 100 feet. Let's walk you off a tower and see what you look like." 

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does," whispered Ron.

As they saw Harry open his eyes, Amara wrapped her hands around his neck as she hugged him tightly. "Ow, Amara." Grounded Harry as the girl's hug turned a tad bit too tight. The young girl whispered him a sorry and pulled back letting Harry sit up on the bed. "How are you feeling?" 

"Oh, brilliant," Harry whispered as he propped himself up on the bed. "You gave us a right good scare." Amara handed him his glassed that laid on the table beside the bed. "What happened?" Harry asked the eight people who were surrounding him. 

"Well, you fell off your broom."

"Really? I meant the match. Who won?" Amara couldn't help but take notice of the Hufflepuff seeker who laid on a different bed a few down from Harry. She felt really bad for the boy. Getting struck by lightning and falling to the ground? That must have hurt terribly. She couldn't imagine the pain that he must be in. 

"No one blames you, Harry. The dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them off." Hermione told him. "There's something else you should know too, Harry. When you fell, your broom sort of blew into the Whomping Willow, and.." As Ron unraveled the blanket he was holding, showing Harry his broomstick now in a thousand bites. 

Later that evening when Harry had gotten out of the hospital wing, the quartet was gathered in the Great Hall, studying. Amara was trying to study for their Divination class, but as she had missed multiple of the classes she felt like she was never able to catch up. "Ugh, this is so hard." Amara grounded and planted her face down into her book. "Igmnehoughgonnacatfhup." 

"Of course you will. I'll even help you study." Smiled a bright Hermione at her friend. The blonde girl turned to look at her as an idea shot into her head. Sitting back up, she grabbed Hermione's arm, and her face lights up. "Can't I teach you that dance that I was telling you about?" She asked with hope in her eyes. Ron and Harry looked at the two girls confused? Dance? They had never heard any talk about a dance.

"The macrena?" Hermione looked at her, "The macarena." Amara corrected her with a big smile on her face. "Please, it would be so much fun." She begged her muggle-born friend. "Yeah, Hermione." Ron bugged into the conversation wanting to see what this macrena dance was about. 

Amara looked at her with pleading in her eyes and forced her bottom lip out. "Fine!" Amara cheered loudly and pulled her friend towards a clearing in the room where they would have enough space. 

"Okay, so first you put your right arm out," the girl put her arm out waiting for Hermione to do the same, "Then you take you left arm out. After that you do the same thing but turn your palms up." Amara demonstrated to Hermione and they did the moves a few times until Hermione got it right.

"Then you place your right hand on your left shoulder, and your left hand on your right shoulder." They did this also a few times, "After that, you take your right hand and place it on your head, and then to the same thing with your left, like this" Placing her hands on her head, she waited for Hermione to do the same thing. 

"Okay, now you take your right hand and put it on your left hip." Hermione looked at her friend trying to copy what she did, "And then your left hand on your right hip." The two girls did those moves a few times until they were right. "Then your right hand goes on your right hip and your left hand on your left hip." Hermione copied what Amara did. "And then you sway your hips in a circle and turn to the side. Got it?" the brown-haired girl nodded at her friend. 

They tried to do the whole dance a few times and ended up laughing each time they got it wrong. And there were many times that they got it wrong. 

The two girls didn't care that other people were watching them. They were having fun and joking around. They both felt happy as they did the dance together. And from a short distance away, they could hear the laughter of two boys who were watching them. 

"Come on, guys. You should try it as well!" Amara called out to the two who were seated at the table. "No thank you, we are fine here." Ron called back to them. 

Amara looked at Hermione with a devilish smirk, and as Hermione understood what she meant, the two girls ran up to their friends and dragged them from the table no matter how much the two boys protested. 

They grounded a few times and didn't really try at first, but once they learned how funny and easy it was they joined the girls. And with many tries, laughs, and Amara's horrible try at singing the song, the group of four kids felt happy. 

But one thing Amara didn't notice as they danced, was that a certain Hufflepuff was watching her.