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Chapter 4: First Day, First meet.

"Up!"

She was standing on the left side of the broom, right hand held over the item, speaking very carefully.

Nothing.

Arianna sighed, feeling a little disappointed at not being able to get the broom in her hand on the first go like Harry and Malfoy had done. Both of them had successfully gotten their brooms into their hands on their first and second try. She sighed and concentrated more on getting the broom up, but was becoming more and more frustrated as it didn't budge.

"Up!"

Again, nothing happened.

Beside her, Hermione was trying her hard too, whose frown deepened when Hermione saw Ron getting his broom in his hands too.

"With feeling," Madam Hooch told them, as she watched from her spot noting the unsuccessful students. This time Hermione did it.

"It seems like broom doesn't like you, Night," Draco Malfoy sneered, as he watched her from the opposite line of Slytherins.

His friends laughed, the humiliation made her flush. She tried again, but this time her confidence was gone almost. It was totally stupid of her to think that she would be able to do this.

Learn magic. Fit in between others.

"Shut it, Malfoy," Harry snapped at him, who standing beside her. He looked at her, watching her sad and teary face. "You should think of the broom as a . . . horse. Give command and take charge."

She looked at him doubtfully, but Harry just nodded his head, encouraging her. She sighed again and tried to imagine how to take command. She had never ridden a horse before, but she had a dog when she was small. Her mother had told her that you would have to be strict and firm with him, but at same time be soft. She glanced at Harry again and remembering the way her three year old self called her dog, she said. "Up!"

The broom zoomed up into her hand; she wrapped her fingers around the handle, staggering slightly as the broom knocked her off balance.

She smiled and turned her face towards Harry, who gave her a smile, and then started talking to Ron who was on his other side. Arianna smiled and looked towards Hermione and exchanged a winning smile.

While she had roamed around about three feet off the ground for the rest of the class, she was happy. She had tried a little to go higher, but had come down when the broom had nearly bucked her off.

I groaned as the light in my eyes woke me up but then the thought dawned on me that today was the first day of the year. Classes would be starting today.

Keeping my eyes closed, I remembered the dream I had where I was in an alternate world of Harry Potter books. But there was also another dream that haunted my memory, the one I just had where I was trying to fly on the magical broom. It was crazy, ridiculous but I never felt something more real in my life.

"Rianna!" I heard someone snap, but I didn't recognize the voice to be someone I knew personally. It wasn't Audrey. It wasn't Michael. Jenna? No it was … Hermione. "C'mon, get up. We will be late otherwise."

I rolled over in my sleep, letting my eyes slowly open and fearfully widen to see the dormitory of Gryffindor fourth year girls.

I was still in the dream. I shot up in the bed, all the traces of tiredness gone.

Hermione was standing beside her bed, getting her clothes as she looked like she was going to shower.

"Get up."

I was still processing. Why didn't I wake in my bed … in the real word? This was supposed to be a dream. A dream where I would wake and laugh about it with Audrey and move with my boring, magic-free life where there weren't Gryffindor-style dorms. This wasn't real, so why was I still here?

I ran a hand through my hair only to found that my hair were still long. Exhaling deeply after looking at my hair, I decided to cut my hair soon. But I wasn't going to let some student cut them or a teacher, they would be using magic, No way! I would for school to end or maybe in holidays and get a cut from the professional.

Or maybe just pick up a scissor and cut them myself.

I picked myself up and prepared for the morning routine. Opening the door that didn't lead to stairs, I looked around the tiled room with row of large showers surrounded by translucent glasses from all four sided. It was spacious and was the biggest bathroom I had seen in my whole life. I was sure this bathroom was almost as big as my house's drawing room and kitchen combined together. I turned towards the basins – four- each for one.

Looking at the mirror, I tried to find out what were difference between this Arianna and me. We were both same in height, had same face cut, eyes, all physical aspects were same except the hair.

But there were dark shadows under my eyes, eyes looked tired even more so than mine did usually. On looking closely I realized this Arianna was thinner than I was. I huffed and promised myself to gain the weight that I had lost, as soon as I could and reach the normal figure that I had.

After brushing my teeth, I jumped into shower, stepping under the shower head and was hit by a warm blast of water. I sighed, feeling peace as warm water skimmed through my skin.

One of the advantages of living here was the never ending supply of warm water. I didn't have to think about Audrey using up all the warm water.

Washing my hair and struggling with them, it took me almost half an hour to bath. Wrapping towel around my head, I changed into white shirt and grey skirt, and went to the room and combed my hair; Hermione was almost ready with her bag placed on her bed. When I was done, I picked up the hair band and wound it around my wrist for later use, after my hair was dry.

Leaving my unknotted tie around my neck, I turned to Hermione who frowned and shook her head at me.

"Help me!"

She shook her head and pulled the tie from my neck. "It shocks me how you can't even knot a tie."

"Always had a problem with them. Luke was sure I had DSD, but Michael denied. I learned to tie my shoes before coming to school. It was torture."

Another fifteen minutes to set my bag, Hermione telling me to get the all books as we didn't have our schedule with us. We went down to the common room.

I was starving at that time, and was hoping boys would be waiting for us, but they weren't and Hermione told me to wait. She opened a book, a guide to Ancient Runes, and started reading sitting comfortably on the armchair. I sighed, tapping my leg, getting frustrated as the time spent. After getting fed up, I climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitories, getting a few looks from some boys, who looked shocked to see me, as they climbed down.

I wasn't sure where to go, but when I reached the seventh year door, I realized that the arrangements were same as that of girls. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"RONALD BILIUS WEALEY! HARRY JAMES POTTER! GET DOWN HERE!"

Hermione who had been sitting in the common came striding towards the stairs and looked at me with wide eyes. She blinked, her mouth opening and closing but before she could say something, the door to the seventh dormitory opened and I saw a disheveled boy with sandy brown hair some out of the boy looking at me with his brown eyes enquiringly. He looked he had just woken up. I recognized him.

"Hi Oliver, "I said waving my hand.

Oliver Wood looked at me with his mouth open, blinking rapidly as if not believing, I was actually standing there.

"What are.. Doing here?"

"Oh, I am here to wake up your seeker and that redhead idiot," I replied back but Hermione cut me off.

"Arianna get down, NOW!" I threw Oliver an apologetic smile and ran down to meet her.

"Are you mad? What were you doing there? That was boys' dormitory? We are not allowed there," she hissed at me, gripping my elbow tightly. I shook my head.

"Actually the rule says boys are not allowed in girl dormitory, not the other way round." I replied, feeling a little proud of myself when I saw Hermione scowling at me.

"Ok, even then you woke Oliver up," she snapped at me and I shrugged.

"Well, they should be getting ready soon otherwise they would be late for breakfast," I commented smartly and looked around the common and realized that other students who should have been making their way to the Great Hall, had stopped and were gawking at us.

"Off to breakfast, everyone," I yelled, narrowing my eyes at them. After my shouting, students filled out of the common room quite fast.

"And that is how you empty the room, ah," I inked at Hermione who glared at me. We heard the rushed footsteps and watched Ron and Harry coming down.

I sighed and with a wave started going towards the exit.

"What was that?" Ron questioned his face frowning and his face flushed. Harry looked equally flushed and I smirked realizing someone might have said to them on their way.

"That was me calling you down. I am hungry," I whined, giving Ron my puppy eyes. He just huffed and grumbled but walked with me.

When we entered the Great hall, we saw Draco Malfoy who was doing a ridiculous impersonation of Harry and a large group of Slytherins were laughing at him.

"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it…"

"Hey, Potter!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked, her face looking more like a pug she was. "Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!"

Harry ignored while I turned towards the Slytherin table and yelled back looking at Parkinson. "Jump off the Astronomy Tower, Parkinson! AAHHH!" and faked a dramatic falling down act.

Hermione hissed at me, Ron snickered and Harry just shook his head with a small smile on his face. I watched Parkinson glaring at me and smirked and wiggled my hands at her. Hermione literally dragged me towards the Gryffindor table and pushed me into a seat beside Harry who was sitting with one of the twins.

George or Fred.

They were almost alike. It was really confusing.

"Ouch, that hurt, Hermione," I scowled at Hermione, who huffed and ignored me.

"Nice, Night," The Twin sitting beside me exclaimed, raising his hand for a high five which I complied with a smile on my face.

"Why thank you, Mr. Weasley," I answered, batting my eyebrows at him. He firstly blinked at the unexpected response but then shook his head chuckling.

"Mr. Wealsey is my father, please call me George," he said in deep mature voice, exchanging a look with the other Twin. His eyes had that twinkle of mischief.

"Ok, Freddy."

He laughed and bumped his shoulder with mine. I bumped him back smiling and looked between George and Fred, trying to find a difference between them for future reference.

"How can you tell the difference every time?" George asked form the opposite side of the table. I shrugged, pouring some milk in my glass.

"That's top secret. Sorry, can't tell."

I laughed with them and then turned to Hermione who didn't look very happy with me. She was still hung on my comment.

"You didn't have to do that. They are not worth it …"

I cut her off. "But that doesn't mean we don't say anything. Hermione, did you see Malfoy?"

She nodded with a big sigh. George looked at Malfoy who was still pretending to faint with an irritated Parkinson sitting beside him.

"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.

"I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those Dementors…"

Fred shuddered but then looked at me. "Heard what you said to Malfoy. Couldn't believe my ears?"

"The way you told him off. Everyone is talking about it," George said with a smile on his face. My eyes widened and a smirk formed on my face.

"Really!"

"Yup."

George then handed out the schedules to us and I looked at mine and froze when I saw it.

"Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creature! Oh my God!"

"What?" Harry asked, his mouth full of food looking at me worriedly.

"I am taking three extra classes. Three most important and toughest classes."

"Well, duh," he looked at weirdly. "You signed for them."

"Remind me why I did this foolish thing?" I questioned, hitting my head on the table.

Harry looked amused by my reaction. "Audrey told you not to take Divination and you chose Arithmancy with Hermione and Magical Creature with us. I have no idea why you chose Ancient Runes."

"I know because I am an idiot." I went back to hitting my head on the table and Harry watched me for few seconds and then shook his head. I stopped myself when I saw a plate of eggs that was sitting beside me, slid in front of me so I would hit the food, and looked up scowling, at a chuckling Fred who looked too happy by his acts."I washed my hair today."

He shrugged with an unapologetic look. "You would have wiped the plate quite nicely."

I gave him the stink eye and then put some pancakes on my plate and starting eating them.

"Look— underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?" Ron was arguing Hermione about her schedule.

"Don't be silly," Hermione said shortly. "Of course I won't be in three classes at once."

"Well then —"

"Pass the marmalade," She said her voice a little too high. She was avoiding Ron's question.

I set the jar in front of her, looking at her in question. Hermione quickly spread the jam on toast and starting chewing on it.

I mouthed 'I know you are lying' to her when she looked at me and she stared at me worriedly.

Can't, I promised, she replied back. I nodded and winked at her. I will figure it out.

She gave a hopeful look when I didn't ask anything further.

Hagrid passed our table telling us how excited he was for the first class and I grinned back, giving a thumbs-up. I shoved Ron when he asked anxiously about what Hagrid was getting ready for.

Arithmancy was easier than I thought it would be. I was so sure I would be totally clueless and nothing would make sense whatsoever. But when I found out the fact that we were going to use numbers to predict the future, I relaxed a little bit.

I would have asked Hermione, but she had turned up at last minute before the bell rang. I had to follow Ravenclaws, who I was sure would be joining this class. Hermione and I were the only Gryffindors who had taken this class.

It took me time to understand the number chart, it was a difficult, but judging by the big smile Hermione wore throughout the class, I realized she what was talking about. She even received praise from Professor Vector on the composition of a rather complex number chart.

I had at least an idea what we were doing, but the look on most faces told me they were, without a doubt, clueless.

As the bell rang, I put book back in the bag and looked up to find Hermione gone. I winced realizing she was using time turner. I sighed and pulled up my bag and exited the class smiling at the Professor.

I had no clue where to find Tranfiguration class and decided to follow a Hufflepuff with whom I had next class. I was looking around the area searching for a student, when a yellow tie caught my eye at the corner of the corridor. I was making my way to him when I realized he wasn't a third year.

It was Cedric Diggory.

My mouth fell open on seeing the young face of Robert Pattinson. They were quite similar, hell it was the same face. The words ringing in my wind were Oh My God!

While I was frozen in the middle of corridor, he was walking towards me. I was panicking. It wasn't like I was a big fan of Robert, but seriously the guy was handsome and so was this boy.

Moreover it was not just Harry Potter anymore.

His eyes met mine as he came closer and I was telling my head not to say anything when he would be passing by, but it seemed like my mouth had a mind of its own.

"Edward Cullen."

"Sorry," Cedric stopped on hearing me, looking a little confused. My eyes widened and I mentally hit myself for opening my mouth and tried to come up with something.

"You're not Edward, right," I said faking confusion, wincing at hearing how ridiculous it sounded. He shook his head, a frown forming on his face.

"No, it's Cedric. Cedric Diggory." He introduced himself and I nodded. He looked a little uncomfortable which resulted in me opening my mouth again.

"Sorry. I just … you look so much like this boy I know. Edward, that's his name. He lives near me. I thought you were him from the far but now I know you are not. He has more of bronze hair and yours not, they are brown, dark brown. I just got confused and I am rambling right now, sounding like a complete idiot."

He chuckled on hearing me and shook his head. "It's ok."

"I am not usually like this. You kind of caught me off guard. Normally I would be so cool but the similarity … forget about it. I am Arianna Night." I said normally this time, extending my hand forward.

He smiled, looking very cute and shook my hand. "I know."

"You do?" I questioned in surprise and he nodded. "Damn, now I know I would have sound like an arrogant git."

"Nah, you didn't," he denied. I sighed and pointed at the corridor.

"Well I have Transfiguration next." He nodded and jerked his head towards the classroom. "Enjoy Arithmancy then. Bye Diggory."

I bid goodbye and without looking back rushed out of the corridor.

It was horrible. I acted like a fan girl which I wasn't. This was Cedric Diggory, one of the important character of the story. His death was what made Harry more sassy in the fifth part, which was a bad thing but very funny and important in some weird way.

I had no clue where to go from here, but I was sure Tranfiguraton class was on the ground floor and I was on the seventh floor. So first thing to do was take stairs, which I did. I was kind of lost looking around here and there but then I saw few Hufflepuffs who seemed like Third years to me, entering a class and followed them and sighed in relief when I reached my destination.

I arrived before a majority of my fellow housemates. Taking a seat in the back, I began to get my things out as people slowly began to trickle into the room. Harry slumped into the room after most of the others. He collapsed into the chair in front of me, somehow doing it without making as much noise as possible. Harry slouched down, eyes darting all over the place silently daring someone to speak to him and suffer his wrath.

I narrowed my eyes a bit then scanned the room. Everyone was taking what they thought were stealth glances at Harry. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patel both kept looking at Harry as if he was going to drop dead at any moment. They whispered to one another in hushed tones behind their hands and then would look at Harry with eyes full of pity.

I frowned and turned to Hermione who had perched beside me.

"Everyone is rather gloomy." I said as Neville shuffled into the room taking a seat infornt of Harry and Ron.

Hermione shook her head while I got a grunt from Harry. I looked at Harry and leaned towards him.

"Harry, why does everyone keep looking at you like they expect you to drop dead at any moment?" I tried.

Harry looked up from where he'd been staring holes into his desk and opened his mouth. However, he never got to say anything why everyone was giving him furtive glances because Professor McGonagall entered and everyone pretended to face forward, while continuing to look in Harry's direction under their arms.

I hit my head trying to go back and think what happened in third book and remembered what had happened.

Grim incident.

I coughed loudly to stop myself form laughing, turned my attention to McGonagall.

I listened very carefully as McGonagall told us about Animagi Transformation that Harry's father and his friends had achieved in their school days. Taking notes neatly, glancing in between the lecture on the zombie Harry who was almost moaning.

When Professor changed into a tabby cat and pooped back into human, I clapped loudly.

I was thirteen, moreover from a world where magic didn't exist, so this was a new thing for me. When I had read the third part and learned about Sirius Black and James Potter being illegal animagous, I was fascinated.

But this thing made me realize that there was currently an animagous called Peter Pettigrew was living in Hogwarts with us.

Peter Pettigrew.

Shit!

This year was the turning point. The rat was important. At some point, the rat was going to break loose and find Voldemort and nurse him back to…health. This would set off a chain of events that led to the resurrection of the Dark Lord.

My mouth opened a little as I realized these things— which tragically had never really occurred to me in before. It was as if a light had gone off above my head.

I'd been focused on the process of proving that this was all dream, I wasn't sure even now if this was real, that I forgot about what would happen this year and further years.

I realized that if I was stuck here then I had to make a plan.

First, record all the events that were going to happen in the future. Dumbledore always said that it was foolish to play with time, things were going to happen. And if I believed in fate, which I did, then certain things would happen whether I wanted or not. I would of course test it first.

But I could play with blurred lines. Changing the storyline would make everything out of control and if I knew what was happening then it was better and easier for me to stick to the basic storyline.

Easier for me to survive.

I mean Harry Potter was my best friend in this universe. My destiny was screwed from the start.

My thoughts were broken by Professor who was looking around at the sad faces.

"Really. What has gotten into all of you today? Not that it matters, but that's the first time you have not all clapped for my transformation," McGongall mentioned, looking around the room. She put her hands on her hips and studied everyone over the rims of her square glasses.

"Ms Night is the only one paying a lick of attention. Well, she was…"

"Well?" McGonagall demanded, hands still on her hips as she study the class in front of her.

The entire room turned to stare at Harry outright.

I tried to fake frown to show I was clueless about what the problem was, wondering what had happened in Divination.

"Professor McGonagall?" Parvati asked, slowly raising her hand. "We've just had our first Divination lesson—"

McGonagall's mouth instantly went into a tight line.

"I see," she quickly interrupted Parvati before she could finish. "Tea leaves was it?"

Parvati quickly nodded and opened her mouth to speak again, but McGonagall gave a terse shake of her head. Parvati's mouth snapped shut.

"Tell me, which one of you is going to die this year?"

I glanced at Harry out of the corner of my eye.

"Me," Harry said, hand going up in the air.

There was a definite 'Why Me?' tone to his voice.

I laughed. I could not help it.

Harry dying?

Harry getting into a situation where his life was in danger this year?

Oh, it was going to happen. This year, every year. Even I could predict that— without tea leaves or numbers. But, would Harry dying this year?

No.

Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived Even If He Gets Killed. He seemed to cheat death up—till he was seventeen when he walked right into it. Even then he won as he was the master of Death.

There was a reason they called him the Boy Who Lived. Because he did just that: he lived.

It was totally fiction but in this world it was real.

I quickly stopped laughing when I realized quite a few people were looking at me as if I was deranged. Harry was looking a bit amused and relieved on seeing my reaction.

"Sorry," I quickly apologized, trying to stop chuckling. "It's just…"

"Ms Night's got the right idea," McGonagall announced.

Lavender and Parvati looked utterly scandalized. "The idea that Potter will die this year is laughable. You should know, Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived thirteen years ago. None of them have died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way to greet a new class. If it were not for the fact I never speak ill of my colleagues—"

McGongall broke off, her nostrils flaring and going white. She shook herself and pressed on.

"Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare. Professor Tre—"

Yet again, Professor McGonagall stopped herself short of voicing her true feelings on Trelawney. She took a breath and turned her attention to Harry.

"You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't excuse you from homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not turn it in."

I chuckled. I was again the only person, excluding Professor, who was making noise till Harry let out a weak sounding laugh. Neville let out a squeak while the girls all stared at me as if I was Voldemort. I shook my head and ignored the weird glances I got.

"What about Neville's cup?" Lavender inquired in a loud whisper.

I stopped chuckling and quirked an eyebrow. After glancing at the professor (who waved her hand at me), I asked, "Let me guess, he broke it?"

"She predicted he would break one of the pink ones!" Parvati shouted.

"So? I could have done that as well," I said in a bored tone.

"How?"

"I know Neville. No offense, Nev, but you're a walking disaster," I said, meeting Neville's eye when he turned around to peer at me. Neville turned red when heard me but nodded his head.

"The first cup you touched, you broke, right?"

Neville nodded.

"Did you go for a pink one on purpose?"

Neville shook his head in the negative.

"But, I bet you were nervous because she told you that you'd break one, right?"

Again, Neville nodded in agreement.

"See?"

My roommates looked affronted by my logic and were going to lash out on me, but McGonagall called for attention and went back over the information most of the class missed.

While Harry had weakly laughed during Transfiguration, by the time we headed to lunch, he was half-convinced he was going to drop dead by the end of the year after Ron kept spouting about Grim. He was convinced that Harry was going to die.

Then Hermione and Ron started fighting, taking snap at each other. Before it could escalate, I screeched.

Time for Test 1.

"Stop it!"

All three of them stopped and turned to look at me. "Okay, now that I have attention."

I turned to Ron. "Ron, stop trying to kill Harry," Ron opened his mouth but I put up my hand. "You believe Grim is bad, fine! Believe it, but stop trying to convince Harry that he is going to die. Look at him, he looks as if he is going to die right now."

Harry looked uncomfortable under our gaze. "I know stuff happens to him. Weird stuff. But half time it's our fault that we are into those messes." When all three of them tried to say something, I glared at them. "Remember Troll, or follow spiders. Or what about making a NEWTs level potion illegally and Alohamora." I whispered the last part to Hermione who flushed on remembering that part.

"Harry has a major hero complex. It prompts him to rush off into danger without thinking to save people. I am not saying it's wrong, which it is on some level, but thinking that a little prophecy is going to kill Harry would be rubbish. "

"But grim -" Ron said.

"Ron, Divination is not like Arithmancy, it's not definite, more on assumption. Who says seeing a dog will cause you drop dead?"

"I saw one the night I left the Dursleys'." Harry said faintly.

Ron let his fork fall with a clatter.

"Probably a stray," said Hermione calmly.

Ron looked at Hermione as though she had gone mad.

"Hermione, if Harry's seen a Grim, that's — that's bad," he said. "My — my uncle Bilius saw one and — and he died twenty-four hours later!"

"Coincidence," Hermione said airily, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" said Ron, starting to get angry. "Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!"

"Ron!" I said loudly. "You said twenty-four hours. It's been more than that and look Harry is not dead."

"I am not dead," Harry said flatly, stabbing an apple pie. I slid away the plate away from him. He was practically murdering the best thing ever happened, Apple pie."Very, very alive."

"This is so silly! If you want any predictions, look to Arithmancy. Right, Rianna?"

"Yup. And as professor McGonagall said Seers are real. But, in reality, real Seers don't realize they've made the predictions. And people who practice Arithmancy do not believe they are predicting the future in the same sense as a Seer. Using Arithmancy, one discovers the magical properties of numbers and uses that to predict what might occur in the future. For instance, there is a great magical properties behind the number seven. Thus, if you need something to go correct or need some extra luck, try the seventh month on the seventh day."

"What?" I said when I saw others were looking at me with open mouth. "I read, Ok."

"Moreover, you didn't seem quite so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep," Hermione said coolly.

"Professor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just don't like being bad at something for a change!" Ron had touched a nerve. I face palmed myself. I had been trying to stop this but it happened even though I tried to go against this.

Test 1 failed.

Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrot flew everywhere.

"If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!"

She snatched up her bag and stalked away.

"What's she talking about?" Ron said. "She hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet."

"Ron, you are hopeless. Don't let him scare you off, Harry," I yelled back and ran to Hermione to calm him down. She seemed like she would swallow anyone who even stepped a foot outside the line.

"Hermione, don't take him seriously. Ron is being just Ron." I cracked a laugh at that and turned to Hermione who was staring at me with a frown on her face.

"You didn't question how I knew what happened in Divination class."

I froze but then shrugged. "I am not sure. But you are taking a lot of lessons and you said you talked with Flitwik. You don't have to elaborate further and it's fine. It's a secret and I am going to find it out how you are doing this."

"Any theories," Hermione asked as we talked towards the Hagrid's house.

"At this time I can think only of cloning. There might be double-you roaming around. Let me get my hands on books then I will tell you."

Hermione smiled and shook her head. "I didn't ask before, but I hope you are feeling better."

I nodded and stopped, looking at the hut that was visible from here. It was far, but the sight was beautiful.

"It's tough knowing you are missing some chucks from your life and maybe there are more, I am not sure. But I am better, I will make new ones. Maybe Harry would let me in the chambers again," I joked and looked at Hermione who looked shocked. She hit me on the shoulder and I winced.

"Damn Woman."

"Language," Hermione smiled. "But I like that you are saying what you want now. We get to see the inside-you. You were always so silent," She squeezed my shoulder. "It's strange and a little weird, but I think I like this change in your behavior. It's good change."

I smiled and shook my head.

"Yeah, well, I have become chatty Betty," I smiled. "Thanks. I guess it feels good to know I am not weirding you out too."

"Weirding is not a word," Hermione stated raising her eyebrows.

"Well, it is, in my dictionary."

A/n: Let's hear it out - Fred, George and Cedric.

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See you later!

~BlackStarSirius