Across the Line
Directions (During Where Butterflies Never Die)
Blue ink stains his hands and his face from where he rubbed his nose earlier. His quill and ink well lie unused on his right side, having opted to work with a pen instead. His potions essay is well underway under his steady hand with only a few inches left to go.
Harry finishes finally and stands up as a rapping sound comes from behind him. He looks over at the window, admiring the way the sunlight bounces off of it and makes rainbows on the feathers of his owl before he lets her in. He swiftly unties the letter from her leg and sets down to read with a smile creeping upon his lips.
Dear Harry,
How have you been? I've missed you. Why don't you come home for the holidays?
Love, Tom.
Those three sentences bring a grin out and he nods at Hedwig who swoops about, helping Harry pack for his vacation from school. And within a few moments, Harry's ready to go, except… for one thing.
"How do I get to Riddle Manor?"
To Accept Death in Drunken Escapades (Before Louder Than Thunder)
Neville and Luna set down next to Harry who's got his nose buried in a book. "You look awful today," Luna says, lugging up her satchel. "You need a drink."
"I don't drink, Luna."
"You should. It'll help you loosen up a little."
"Will you keep bugging me if I don't?"
"Yes."
"Fine." Harry grabs ahold of the overly large bottle and tips it back, setting the tone for a huge drunken night.
"Dude…" Harry slurs, a blush turning his cheeks to red. "Did you see the size of that hippogriff?"
"Dude…" Luna murmurs, "I did. I did."
Everything goes silent for a moment, until. "Dude… we should sneak into Dumbledore's office," Neville offers.
"Why?"
"So we can set his lemon drops on fire! We will rid his office of the evil candy or die trying!"
"Yeah!" Luna and Harry shout together.
"And then!... we hunt down the hippogriff!"
And so Neville became a leader.