It was dark in the cupboard where Jewel was waiting for Harry to return. The house was quiet, except from the occasional thump that would come from upstairs, where Vernon had taken Harry.
It had been a little over half an hour since Harry left to face his uncle alone, but it seemed like an eternity for Jewel. The only thing she could do was to hope that it would be over soon. Seconds seemed like hours while she waited.
She had remained in her snake form and slithered nervously across the small space in the cupboard underneath the stairs.
The was nothing more she wanted to do than to go and help her friend, but she knew that if she did that, the outcome would be even worse that it already was. And that is why she waited, in the dark, on her own, fearing for Harry.
Jewel realised now that not only witches and wizards were cruel and dangerous, muggles were capable of violence as well. She decided that from now on all humans were dangerous and were to be avoided. Only Harry, he was the only one who she would trust. Because, he was just like her, at the mercy of humanity.
The door of the cupboard suddenly opened, jerking Jewel out of her thoughts. With lightning fast reflexes, she hid herself from sight, just in time to avoid the gaze of a satisfied looking Vernon.
"Here we are, back where you belong." Vernon said as he shoved Harry into the cupboard. "And if I hear any noise coming from you tonight, then so help me, I WILL beat you again." And with that he slammed the door closed. His thundering footsteps could be heard walking away from the hallway, leaving Harry and Jewel alone in the quiet and the dark.
Jewel was shocked at the state her friend was in. Harry was shirtless and his pants were in tatters. He had big bruises littered all over his body. But that wasn't the worst. The worst were the cuts across his torso. They were bleeding quite badly.
Jewel could see Harry breathing, so she knew he was still alive. But, he looked like death, his skin too white to be heathy. He lay on his side, facing Jewel, but not seeing her, his glasses missing as well.
"J-Jewel?" Harry called out weakly.
"I'm here." She answered immediately, revealing herself.
The smell of his blood assaulted her senses, but that wouldn't deter Jewel from comforting her friend.
"Harry, I'm… I'm so sorry." She said, lost for words at his state.
"It's alright." Harry said in a weak voice.
"No, it's not. Is there something I can do to help you?"
Harry lifted his arm and stretched it out towards Jewel. She understood the gesture and slithered around appendage. Once she was in place, Harry brought his arm with Jewel on close to him.
"You're here. I'm not alone anymore. What more could I ask for." Harry said, slowly.
"But your wounds…"
"Will heal." He interrupted. "I admit, he never used a knife before. But, I'm sure that I'll be alright in the morning."
Jewel was quiet before she said; "Are you really sure that there is nothing I can do?"
"Just… stay with me. please." He begged, his voice slipping into a whisper.
"I will. I won't leave your side. I promise." She reassured him, meaning every word.
"Thank you." Harry said, before falling into unconsciousness.
And for the rest of the night, Jewel stayed awake and guarded over Harry. It seemed like Harry told the truth about his wounds. Overnight, the worst of his wounds seemed to heal.
The knife cuts stopped bleeding and closed up, and the biggest bruises faded away until you could barely see them. However, the smallest cuts and the smaller bruises remained unchanged.
Hours later, Jewel heard the thundering footsteps of the larger residents of the house descending the stairs, signalling that it was morning.
Jewel considered crawling away to hide, but decided against it. She would keep her promise to Harry. Besides, the duo were positioned in such a way that whomever opened the door, couldn't see her unless Harry turned around.
Harry was still asleep and unaware of his surroundings. Opposite of him, Jewel waited tensely for something to happen. She could hear the three muggles gathering in the kitchen. She assumed it wouldn't be long before one of them would come and get Harry to make them breakfast.
Yet, time passed and nothing happened. This confused Jewel, but then she remembered that Harry told her that sometimes the Dursleys would lock Harry up in here for several days.
Not yet completely convinced that this was the case, Jewel remained on high alert.
The lack of sleep hadn't bothered her yet, she was accustomed to little sleep and could stay awake for a long time if she had to. Of course, the longer she stayed awake, the weaker she would get. But Jewel was determined to stay awake until Harry recovered.
Time passed on and Harry still didn't give any signs of waking up. Jewel was worried, but his wounds were slowly healing, so she kept waiting by his side.
It wasn't until the late afternoon that Harry stirred. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"Jewel?" He called out again.
"I'm here." Came the same reply as yesterday. She hadn't moved from her spot around his arm.
Once Harry confirmed that she was still there, he relaxed and exhaled. "How long have I been out?"
"I don't know how long exactly, but it's almost evening. So you slept for almost an entire day."
"I see." He responded softly. "Were you able to get some sleep?"
"You shouldn't worry about me. worry about yourself. I'm not the one who got injured."
Harry smiled at her answer. "You didn't answer my question."
"I'm fine. How about you? How are you feeling? Not all of your wounds are healed."
"Usually the worst ones heal first, since they are dangerous for my health. It's always been like that." He explained. "I didn't expect to be fully healed today. I'm pretty sure that my leg was broken and a few of my ribs cracked. Vernon went all out, so it's probably going to be awhile before everything's healed."
"I didn't know it was that bad." Jewel said sadly. "I only saw the cuts and the bruises."
"His punishments are getting more severe lately." Harry said as he pushed himself into a sitting position, hissing at the pain the movement brought. "And I fear it's only going to get worse."
And just like that, Jewel felt incredibly powerless. No matter how badly she wanted to do protect Harry, she doesn't know how to do so, without making it worse.
Harry seemed to know what Jewel was thinking about. "On the bright side, after such a heavy beating, they usually keep me locked up in here for a couple of days."
"And that's good, why exactly?" She asked sceptically.
"We now have our own food supply in here, so we won't starve. AND now we have plenty of time for you to teach me about magic."
"You have a point there, but are you sure that's safe? What if they hear you?"
"We can start with the basics. You said it yourself, without the proper knowledge, magic is difficult to learn." Harry said, getting excited of the thought of finally learning magic.
"You're right. I won't be able to teach you spells a wizard can use. But I CAN teach you about the different kinds of magic and how to properly use them. If you're a fast learner, you might be able to try using said magic."
Harry nodded enthusiastically and devoted his attention fully to Jewel, who slithered off his arm and unto the bed.
"Let's start simple. Magic comes in many forms and to be able to properly use it, you must understand that magic isn't a tool for you to use at your beck and call. You need to be able to understand it's language and respect that it's a living being."
"It's language? You mean like the name of a spell?"
"Not necessarily. Wizards and witches name their spells and use wands to help them perform the magic. But if you truly understand, then you won't need either of them."
"Like when you did to warm me up in the garden?" Harry asked, remembering the warmth of the magic.
"Sort of. The kind of magic I used will be different to the kind of magic you will use. Magic can allow you to do anything. But you have to know what you're doing. And don't forget about practise. You can't expect to perform magic perfectly from the first time."
"That makes a lot of sense."
"It does. I told you before that every magical being has a magical core that determines which kind of magic you can use, and the bigger it is, the more potential you have. My core is small and limited. I have access to Elemental Magic because of my Monarus heritage, and Parsel Magic, which I had to have inherited from my father. However, you can make your own core grow bigger by training. But it takes time and determination."
"Do you know how big my core is?"
"We shall find out once we start practising, I can't just tell by looking at you. Besides Parsel Magic, you will be able to perform Ancient Magic."
"Ancient Magic?" Harry asked puzzled.
"Yes. It's the magic that witches and wizards use. Like the name suggests, this magic is very old, it dates back to the beginning of time. This magic allows you to do almost anything you want."
"And I can use Ancient Magic?" Harry asked gesturing to himself, almost in disbelief that he could be able to wield such a power.
"You are a wizard, so, yes."
Harry brought his hand towards his chin and thought about something for a while. "Hmmm, you said that you inherited Parsel Magic from your father. Does that mean that, since I have it too, I have inherited it as well? That my parents, or at least one, was magical?"
"That does seem like the logical conclusion." Jewel grinned. "Looks like you aren't a muggle born, after all. Which means that you'll inherit at least something, once we travel to Gringotts Bank."
"That's amazing!" Harry exclaimed, trying to be as quiet as possible while being excited. "Finally, something to look forward to."
Jewel hushed him. "Yes, but don't get your hopes up too high, Harry. We don't know how much it will be. Hogwarts isn't a free institution you know."
Harry nodded, yet his mood remained high.
"Back to your magic lesson." Jewel said, once she realised that they got of topic. "Other than my Elemental Magic, our Parsel Magic and your Ancient Magic, there are still many other types of magic. I know of quite a few, but I think it's better to focus first on the magic we know for sure you can perform. The easiest for me to teach you would be Parsel Magic, since we can both use it."
"Good idea. When do we start?" He said, eagerly.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's eat something first."
"Fair enough." Harry laughed.
Over the course of the next three days, Jewel taught Harry about Parsel Magic.
She told him that one can use this magic to turn words into reality. If you speak a word in Parsel, and you understand what you're saying, it becomes real.
For example, when Jewel used her Parsel Magic to open the locked door of the house, she couldn't just say 'open' and expect it to happen. It worked because Jewel was focused on her goal, and because she knew the cause and reaction; by moving components inside the lock, the lock will unlock. Combining these three things made it possible.
In conclusion, in order to use Parsel Magic, you need the knowledge of what will happen, the knowledge of how it happens and the focus to pull it off.
"Why isn't this working?" Harry asked frustrated.
"Patience, Harry. You can do this, you just need to practise." Replied Jewel in a calm voice, hoping to calm the agitated boy down.
"I know that." He pouted. "But I've been practising for hours now. You said that this would be an easy beginning. *sigh* I'm sorry. I shouldn't get so worked up about this."
"It's okay, I understand."
Jewel was currently in her human form. The small space of the cupboard was filled to the brim with the two children. It was awkward sitting facing each other with their legs intertwined, especially since Harry only wore his tattered pants, but after a while they got used to it.
The reason that Jewel wasn't a snake, was because it was the only way she would be able to demonstrate the magic that Harry was learning.
"I believe in you, Harry. You never knew how to use magic before, so it's only natural that it doesn't come easy for you right now. Once you get the hang of it, it will get easier." Reassured Jewel.
"Okay. Show me again?"
"Of course."
Jewel put her hand palm up between them. "I want to create a small light source in my hand. So, I need to focus my magic into my palm, know that my hand will shine and that my surroundings will light up in reaction."
She looked at her hand and concentrated. "Light."
Not a second later, a small ball of light sat upon her palm. It lighted the entire small space with a gentle white light.
After letting Harry look at it, she closed her hand, cancelling the magic. The cupboard shrouded in darkness once again.
Harry nodded, put his hand between them, like Jewel had done, and closed his eyes.
"My hand will shine and light up the room." He said before opening his eyes and looking at his hand. "Light."
For a brief moment, Harry's hand glowed slightly, yet it quickly flickered out. It didn't even resemble the ball of light that Jewel had created.
"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong." Harry said, getting frustrated again.
"I don't know either. When I learned about Parsel Magic, this technique worked for me. I don't know why you're not able to do it."
"Maybe my core is so small, that I can't even perform something this simple." Harry said in a whisper. It was something he came to fear deeply.
"I don't believe that. There is no way that your core is even smaller than mine. There is an explanation for this. The only question is what." Jewel replied convinced.
The duo stared at each other, Harry deep in thought and Jewel giving him a moment of peace. And now the small dark space was silent as well. The only sounds that were heard, came from the kitchen, where the Dursleys were gathered.
Vernon and Petunia were faintly talking to each other. Jewel couldn't make out what they were saying, she didn't care anyway. But Harry seemed to pick something up that she didn't.
"They're coming to get me!" Harry said in an alarmed voice.
And like they had agreed beforehand, Jewel instantly transformed into her snake form and hid herself into the back of the cupboard. Harry laid down on the matrass and waited for the moment the door would open.
He was tense, Jewel didn't blame him. Who knows what mood they would be in.
That question was answered when the door opened. It was Petunia. She looked at him with a sneer and threw a bundle of clothes at Harry.
"Get dressed. I want you in the living room in five minutes." She didn't even wait for an answer and closed the door again.
Not daring to disobey, Harry grabbed the bundle, which contained a pair of pants, a T-shirt, a pair of socks, some underwear and a sweater. All of it way to big on Harry. They were obviously old clothes from his nephew Dudley.
Once Harry had changed, Jewel crawled into his sleeve.
"Better not keep them waiting." Harry said, to which Jewel nodded.
The two arrived in the living room where all three Dursleys were present. It wasn't a surprise that none of them asked if Harry was alright.
"We are having some guests over tomorrow." Vernon started. "They do not know you live here. They don't even know you exist. So, here's what's going to happen. You will go to the store today and get everything we need for the meals we are going to serve tomorrow. Everything is written down on that paper." He gestured at the piece of paper that lay on the kitchen table, next to the required money. "We notified the school that you have been ill this week, today included, so you won't go to school today." Vernon said, gleefully.
Harry was glad for small miracles. Vernon thought that Harry liked going to school. He couldn't be further from the truth.
"Since it's Saturday tomorrow, you will go and stay at the park for the whole day. You stay there until we come to get you. Not a second sooner, you hear? And don't you dare to do anything freakish while you're there. You know what will happen if you do. Hmpf, you should be grateful that we let you out of the house, we could have easily have kept you locked up."
Harry nodded to show he understood, he didn't dare to speak.
"Good. Well then get going!" Vernon bellowed.
Not being needed to be told twice, Harry grabbed the list and the money, put on his old, dirty shoes and left the house.
Once he closed the door of the house behind him, Jewel poked her head out of her hiding spot in his sleeve.
"Finally, some fresh air."
"Yeah, too bad it's so cold outside."
"Doesn't bother me." Jewel said with a smirk, successfully ridding Harry of his tension.
"Alright you." Harry laughed. "Let's get to the store."
As they went on their way, Jewel started a conversation.
"Tomorrow is the perfect opportunity to practise some more magic. We can go to that spot you showed me before, no one will see us there."
"Yeah." Harry answered, yet didn't sound enthusiastic about it.
"What's wrong?"
"… What if I'm just not capable of doing magic?" Harry said insecure.
"Harry, I told you before, you just need to figure out how to do it. Once you get past that, there'll be no stopping you."
"You really think so?"
"I'm certain."
"I'll trust your word then."
"Patience, Harry. Patience and practise."
They arrived at the store. Harry bought everything on the list, some things bigger in quantity to use for their own stash.
"I was wondering." Jewel said when they exited the store. "If we hadn't met, you would have gone all this time without food. And you are literally holding bags of food in your hands, right now. I bet you wouldn't even have thought about stealing some, right? How in the world did you handle that before?"
Harry thought about it before answering. "Fear, I guess. You saw what they do to me when they're not happy with me. I'd rather go hungry than suffer from the torture."
"Doesn't that make you want to hurt them? Like they did to you?"
"You have no idea." Harry scoffed. "I promised myself that if I survived long enough, I would take revenge on them. I can't stay weak forever, right?"
"You're far from weak, Harry. And I'll make sure that you'll be able to keep your promise. It starts with our magic lessons." She said smugly, knowing that she's convinced him that the lessons weren't a hopeless case.
Harry smiled fondly at Jewel. "You know, you're the first good thing that happened to me in my life."
"Yes." Jewel agreed. "Meeting you has been the highlight of my life as well."
Harry and Jewel might have only known each other for less than a week, but during that time the bond they formed became unbreakable. They would go through literal fire for each other.
A few minutes later, the two arrived back at the house. Harry was finally allowed to eat the rest overs from the day prior. Harry wasn't really hungry, since he'd already eaten from their own stash. But to keep up appearances, he ate the small portion.
After that, he was ordered to clean the entire house in preparation of the house visit. It took most of the day to do and Harry was exhausted by the time he was done.
After a thorough inspection from Petunia, he was again allowed to eat something before they send him to his cupboard.
"You know, the way they treat you, reminds me of how some purebloods treat their house elves." Jewel said, once they were alone.
"Purebloods and house elves?" Harry asked, having no idea what those were.
"Purebloods are witches and wizards who are born into a family consisted purely of witches and wizards. Their whole family is magical. Many purebloods families consider themselves superior to others because of that. House elves are a race of, well, elves. Their only purpose is to serve their magical master. You won't find a pureblood families without their own house elves. So, some pureblood families treat their house elves with no respect and sometimes even abuse."
"That's horrible!"
"Why are you surprised? It's in human nature to be cruel." Jewel said, like it was a fact.
"Well, there has to be SOME people out there who aren't hell bent on making our lives miserable."
Jewel sighed. "I used to think that too. But as far as I know, you're the only exception to me."
Harry smiled sadly, unlike Jewel, he still had some hope left that there were good people in the world.
Instead of answering, Harry couldn't help but let out a big yawn.
"Let's get some sleep." Jewel said, knowing that Harry was tired of today's work.
"Now that's a nice idea. I can get behind that."
Their lives were difficult, but just by being together, the world seemed a little bit brighter.
They said their goodnights and went to bed.
The next morning was back to normal for Harry. He was woken up and expected to make breakfast. He was getting used to the weight of Jewel hanging of his arm. It made him feel more at ease.
"It would be so easy to poison them now. Just a little slip of rat poison and this hell would be over." Harry whispered while making breakfast.
"Where would the fun in that be? I thought you wanted to make them suffer?" Jewel replied, not wanting him to do anything drastic just yet.
"I know. Sometimes I like to imagine all the ways I could use to kill them. I can see it, them choking on their own blood as the poison destroys them from the inside out."
This was Harry's dark side surfacing. Jewel didn't mind, but they had to be careful that the Dursleys wouldn't see his face right now. Harry wasn't exactly hiding his hate for them. Luckily the Dursleys were busy discussing their plans for the day.
After breakfast, Harry was thrown out of the house with the order to stay in the park until he was summoned. For once, he was allowed to wear a coat.
Arriving at the park, the duo went straight towards their little hiding spot. Jewel transformed and erected the warmth barrier again, just to be safe, in case the coat couldn't keep Harry warm.
"Okay, so let's try the light ball again." Jewel said, eager to start.
Harry sighed, he didn't have much hope, but complied anyway and closed his eyes. He put his hand in front of him, like before. He concentrated for a few seconds before he said the word; "Light."
Immediately after he spoke the word, his hand glowed so bright that both he and Jewel had to shield their eyes and look away. This broke Harry's concentration and the light faded away.
Harry was speechless. Not only did he just perform magic, but it came so natural and easy.
Jewel, on the other hand, was ecstatic. "Harry, you did it! I knew you could do it!" She then proceeded to give Harry a tight hug.
But, when she did that, she sensed that Harry wasn't in the celebratory mood. She let him go and asked what was wrong.
"Something is not right." Harry replied, looking at his hand.
"What do you mean? You did everything right. You pulled it off effortlessly." Jewel said, confused to why Harry wasn't happy.
"That's not what I mean. Let me try this again."
Wanting to try one more time, Harry did exactly the same as before and got the same results. He created such a bright light, that both had to look away again.
Jewel grinned. "At this rate, we might need to train you to limit the amount of magic you use. You're pretty powerful, Harry."
"And that's what doesn't make sense." He said, gaining another confused look from Jewel. "I don't know how to explain it. When I tried this in the cupboard, it felt like my magic was always just out of reach. It was there, I could feel it, but I couldn't access it. When I do it now, it comes so easy. I don't have any trouble reaching my magic."
Jewel gave some thought about what Harry told her. "That's strange. Are you sure that you didn't just now figure out how to do it? Maybe you're overthinking it?"
"Maybe. But that how I feels like to me."
"Then we need to test it out. To be sure. I'll teach you something else. Let's see how fast you'll learn. And then, after we get back to the cupboard, we try the same thing again to see if there's any difference."
Harry nodded. "Let's do that. I hope I'm wrong, though."
"Okay then, we'll try levitation. This is going to be much more difficult than creating light." Jewel said, hoping to get Harry excited. She succeeded. "I can only lift small objects over a small amount of distance. Let's see what you're capable of."
At the mere sound of being able to levitate stuff, Harry's worries melted away and were replaced by wonder and eagerness.
Jewel went into teacher mode. "What have you learned, Harry? What do we need to pull this off?"
Harry sat up straight, impersonating the 'perfect' student. "Focus, and the knowledge of cause and reaction."
"Very good. Ten points. But then, what is the cause and reaction?"
"Uhm. By surrounding an object with magic, it will start to levitate?" He said, a little uncertain about his answer.
"Close. What keeps an object on the ground?"
"Let me think. Oh!" He said as he remembered what he learned in school. "Gravity!"
"Yes! So, what's the cause?" Jewel asked again.
"By removing gravity from an object, it will start to levitate." He said, more sure of himself.
"Close enough. It's a bit more complicated than that, however, it is enough to know you need to counteract gravity on the object you want to move. Your magic will know what to do."
"Let's try it! Can you show me?" Harry asked eager to get started.
"Sure." Jewel picked up a small pebble and placed it between them. "Levitate."
Slowly, but surely, the pebble floated upwards until it was their eye height level.
"With enough practise, you can move your object freely around you." Jewel said while she demonstrated, making the pebble do circles around them. "I can't maintain control over this rock if it goes any further than it is now. But I suspect that, once you get the hand of it, your reach will be much greater than mine."
"Before I try." Harry said, his attention on the pebble. "You told me before that one can train their own magical core to become bigger. You say yours is small. Can you train yours to become stronger?"
"I could, but it will never have as much protentional as a witch or wizards. In theory, I could develop my Elemental Magic to become very powerful."
"Then why haven't you already?" Harry asked, genuinely curious.
Jewel was silent, she looked down and hugged herself, before giving her answer. "I was more focussed on survival and the magic that could contribute to that. Besides, until I gain my Monarus form, I don't have full access to Elemental Magic. Performing magic takes energy, energy that I could use for doing other things, and it could draw unwanted attention, so I only performed magic if it was necessary."
"And yet you know so much about magic."
"Everything I know, I learned from my mother and Thoron, the snake I told you about."
"Well then, now's your chance to practise! We can learn to be stronger, together."
"Let's first see if you're able to learn. We've side-tracked from your lesson." Jewel said amused, innerly very happy that Harry cared for her and her magic.
Harry laughed, putting his hand behind his head. "I guess we have. Let me try this."
He closed his eyes and concentrated.
"POTTER!" Came a loud voice, suddenly out of nowhere.
Harry and Jewel flinched, both with different reasons.
Jewel flinched because she was startled from the sudden noise. Harry, on the other hand, knew who the voice belonged to.
"Potter!" Came the voice again. "I know you're here! Come out and play!"
Harry and Jewel were hidden from sight, but Harry didn't relax, like Jewel did when she realised that.
"What's wrong?" She asked him.
"It's Dudley." Harry said in a whisper. "He's calling out to me. And by play, he means letting him and his friends beat me up."
"Wait." Jewel said, forgetting the cousin's threat. "Your last name is Potter?"
"Yeah. We need to stay hidden." Harry replied, his attention completely towards the direction of the sound.
"Hold on. So your name is Harry Potter?" Jewel asked sceptically.
"Yes. But that doesn't matter right now. We can't let Dudley find us." Harry said, getting anxious.
Jewel didn't know how to react. There was no way her friend Harry, a boy who gets abused daily, was actually THE Harry Potter, right?
"Hey, Harry?" Jewel said, trying to get his attention.
"What is it?" He replied, still looking out of their hiding spot.
"Do you have a lightning bolt shaped scar on your forehead?"
That got Harry's attention. He turned towards Jewel in confusion. "How did you know? I haven't shown it to you yet."
Jewel didn't answer his question, she just stared at him.
"Potter! Where the hell are you? You're supposed to be here!" Dudley yelled. His voice getting closer and closer. More voices could now be heard as well. Presumably from Dudleys friends.
Harry was starting to panic. He couldn't let them find him and especially not Jewel. Who knows what they might do to her.
In an attempt to get Jewel out of her stupor, Harry grabbed her shoulders. "Jewel! We need to do something or they will find us!"
Jewel seemed to finally understand the situation they were in and pulled herself together. "Right. Just stay calm, Harry. And keep close to the ground. Follow me."
In her years of survival on her own and her habit of avoiding any human contact, Jewel learned how to sneak around to avoid unwanted attention. She led Harry across the park, keeping them both out of sight from the unsuspecting pursuing bullies.
"Come on, Dud. He's not here. Let's look somewhere else." Said one of Dudleys friends after stumbling around for about half an hour.
Dudley sneered, clearly not happy with the situation. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go."
When they were gone, Harry could finally relax. "That was close. Now we just need to hope he forgets not seeing us here. If my uncle finds out, there will be consequences."
"From what I've seen, he's not the brightest, so there is a chance."
Once the two were completely calmed down, Harry turned towards Jewel. "What's the deal with my name? And how did you know of my scar? Did you see it while I was sleeping?"
Jewel looked at Harry, biting her lip and debating her answer.
"Let's go back to our hiding spot, then I'll tell you." She said, already moving back towards their previous location.
Harry was too curious to protest and followed her in silence.