Chapter 5: A Wrong Turn
Elsa woke up and got ready for her morning workout. For a workout while visiting, she'd run to the Weasley's gate and back. It was almost the perfect distance. As she left through the kitchen door, Elsa was once again surprised how quiet it was early in the morning at the burrow. She took a minute to breathe in the morning air and ran.
As she ran, Elsa thought back to how her friends actually really enjoyed listening to her playing the flute. She hoped it wasn't just because of the wonderful back drop of the Weasely's garden. She also was also excited about today. They would all be going to Diagon Alley for school shopping. It would be the first time she saw Hermione and Neville since school ended. Elsa decided she would tell them about playing her flute and maybe find a way to perform for them, if they wanted to hear her play once they were back at school.
The Crown Princess was nervous what their thoughts would be about her playing. When she was playing in the Arendelle Palace, everyone really loved it, but that might have been because she was the heir to the throne. This meant they would be more likely to at least approve of her playing. With her friends, she was just Elsa Evergreen. She still found that both nice and terrifying. If they didn't like it, they would say so even if they were polite about it. Worse than that they could pretend to like it in a very obvious fashion. It was one thing to impress Ron and Harry while playing in a garden. It was different with Hermione and Neville.
Elsa had a feeling her other two friends from Gryffindor would probably have a better idea about what classical music was supposed to sound like. Neville was from the Longbottom family. They were a very respected and wealthy family. It didn't matter if they were witches and wizards they would know classical music. For some reason, that music spanned both the magical and muggle worlds.
Hermione's parents were dentist and liked classical music along with their daughter. Elsa hadn't said anything about playing the flute, but she had talked about classical music with Hermione some. The super smart Gryffindor knew her stuff. "Wait a minute. She plays the piano!" Elsa remembered her friend casually commented about her lessons one time before changing the subject. Elsa might have found a potential duo buddy if Hermione was up for it and didn't mind her flute playing.
As Elsa returned from her morning run, she entered the kitchen to the sight of Mrs. Weasley starting breakfast. "I swear, dear… I don't know how you can get up early enough to have already been out for a run." Elsa just gave her a smile for an answer. "Never mind. Just go and wash up."
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley. I can help set up the table when I get back down if you want," Elsa said.
"I'll have none of that Miss Evergreen. You're a guest here. Now off you go," the matron said in a friendly manner.
Elsa thought about arguing how Harry did the de-gnoming with the others even though he was a guest. In the end, she decided against it. It would take too much time for that because Mrs. Weasley was stubborn and Elsa might not have time for a shower if she did argue. The last thing the princess wanted to be was sweaty and smelly when meeting Hermione and Neville for the first time since school.
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When the undercover princess returned from a quick and refreshing shower, the table was already set as Mrs. Weasley continued to cook. To Elsa's surprise, Harry was sitting at the dining table and he gave her a tired good morning smile.
"You look tired… Are you alright?" Elsa asked with concern as she sat down next to him at the table.
Harry gave a yawn. "Yeah. Just had trouble sleeping last night is all. Nothing to worry about."
Elsa leaned in a little closer to look him over before saying softly, "Sorry to hear that."
Harry blushed as she sat back up in her chair. He managed to get himself to stop blushing quickly, fortunately. He wasn't about to say it, but Elsa was kind of the reason he had trouble sleeping last night. He didn't mind it, but he kept thinking about her performance yesterday and had dreams about her that he didn't really understand.
The dreams were excessively beautiful and peaceful, but then he would wake up feeling his cheeks burning when he saw her up closer in his dreams. There was even one where they almost kissed! That dream caused Harry to sit bolt upright in his bed as he breathed fast. At least after that dream, his brain decided it had enough of torturing him with visions of Elsa for the night.
Mrs. Weasley gave herself a mental sigh as she watched the two interact from the corner of her eye. Her Ginny really had a tough rival in Elsa for Harry's love. She could tell both Elsa and Harry had something going on for each other. At least they weren't already a couple, so Ginny still had a chance. However, her daughter needed to be able to stay in the same room and talk to Harry to even have a small chance at this point. She would do what she could to help her daughter, but Ginny would have to do most of the work for anything to happen there.
Molly really hoped Ginny didn't end up getting to the point she was before dating Arthur. Mrs. Weasley knew she lucked out big time in her case. Their mutual friends knew what was going on between her and Arthur.
The only reason they didn't stop her from using the potion is because it was a weak potion and they knew Arthur did actually love her. He didn't completely have the courage to ask her out and just needed a little push. He chose to allow the potion to give him that little push. She didn't want her daughter making that mistake. Fortunately, it seemed Ginny wasn't to that point and hopefully would never be, even if she was ultimately rejected.
Elsa and Harry continued to make light conversation until it was finally breakfast time and the rest of the Weasley troop made their way down to the table for breakfast. The meal actually went by fairly quick, since they were in a bit of a hurry. Today was shopping day and they would meet Hermione and her family along with Neville and his Gran.
Mrs. Weasley was pleased Ron seemed to have found great people to be friends with at Hogwarts. She remembered every one of his too few, by her standards, letters where he talked about all of them and his classes. She was pleasantly surprised he actually sent more letters home than she originally thought he would. She wondered if the others caused this to happen, even if only by chance.
It was further surprising and a relief Ron sent Ginny some letters as well. They hadn't expected that. It really helped the youngest not feel so lonely with all of her brothers away. Elsa was probably the reason for that. Mrs. Weasley gathered Elsa had a younger sister herself who she wrote to often. She knew Elsa was one of the few who could talk some sense into her stubborn son. It also seemed Hermione happened to be another.
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It took longer than Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would have liked, but finally they managed to get all of the kids ready for the trip. She still wasn't sure how they were going to be able to afford all of the books they needed this year, even with the plans their family was going to start implementing. Lockhart's books weren't cheap. She was proud but also a little hurt when the twins said they would share one set of the books, since they were in the same classes anyways.
"So how are we going to all get there?" Harry asked. "Does the car fit us all?"
Mrs. Weasley gave a smile as she said, "We're going to travel by floo powder. I guess you've never traveled that way before." She walked over to the fireplace and looked at their supply of floo powder. She took note as she realized it was getting low. "First what you do is go to a lit fireplace connected to the floo network. Most wizarding households are. Then you grab a handful of the floo powder and step inside the fireplace. After that, you say your destination clearly and throw the powder to the ground. You won't get burned by the fireplace as long as it is in floo mode so don't worry about that. Percy, will you go first?"
The older boy nodded as he took a handful of powder and stepped into the fireplace calmly. Harry was still surprised the fire didn't burn him even though Mrs. Weasley said it wouldn't. The older Weasley son cleared his throat and clearly said, "Diagon Alley." The fire turned green as the flames roared up and engulfed Percy. He disappeared and the flames died back down to a slow crackle again.
"Okay you go ahead now, Harry. Don't be worried," Mrs. Weasley said. Harry felt really nervous and tried to move, but wasn't able to. He didn't get it. How could this possibly work?
He might have stood there even longer, but he felt a soft hand grab his. He looked and saw a smiling Elsa who said to him, "We'll go together." Harry nodded gratefully to her. "I've actually done this before. It isn't anything to worry about, but it can be a little much the first couple of times."
Elsa looked to Mrs. Weasley who gave them a small smile and nod to encourage them to go forward. Harry's heart was racing a little more for a different reason now. He managed to calm down and grab some powder. He couldn't stay scared in front of Elsa after all. Boys were supposed to be brave. He was supposed to be brave, especially because he was a Gryffindor Lion. He found that inner courage his house is known for as he stood in the fire and threw the powder down.
Unfortunately, he didn't take into account the amount of ash that would puff up from his strong throw. He gave a cough and said, "Dieagain Alley!" Elsa's eyes seemed to widen a little at the sound of his words as they disappeared into a swirling vortex of what looked like blue flames and sped off to somewhere together hand in hand.
As the two second years disappeared, the Weasley twins blinked and asked in unison, "Did he just say… Dieagain Alley?" Mr. Weasley and Ron just nodded in response.
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On Harry's and Elsa's way inside the Floo, they passed what looked like many windows for other fireplaces connected to the Floo Network. The swirling blue vortex finally came to a stop in front of a dingy looking shop and spat them out.
Harry fell a little forward and to his knees. He at least didn't fall on his face because Elsa was still holding on to his hand and she somehow managed to land much more gracefully on her own feet. Harry gave a groan as he stood up and asked quietly, "Where are we?"
"I don't know… In some kind of a shop," Elsa answered just as quietly. The two gathered their bearings and looked over the shop. The place seemed to be some kind of less than reputable wizarding goods store.
There was some shriveled green hand called "The Hand of Glory". The item's description said it offered candle light to only its holder. Another item looked like an Iron Maiden from medieval times. There was also a beautiful and fancy chalice with a red coated stem. This item's description said it was a loyalty and love tester. It claimed if the drinker had been unfaithful to the bearer of the cup they would be poisoned and put under a mild "coercion" effect. The only thing that looked normal and vaguely familiar in this shop was an old cabinet tucked away in a back corner.
Harry was a little morbidly curious about the shop and its items. He then heard Elsa say in a slightly broken voice, "Do you think we can leave this place now?"
Harry noticed Elsa seemed to be turning greener with each item they looked at in the store. It was off putting seeing her like this. He could understand it given what they had already see of the place. There was a deep part of him that seemed to swell at this situation. It was as if that part was telling him to say something heroic and romantic to her. It was a part of him saying now was a chance to swoon the literal girl of his dreams last night.
"Yeah, good idea…" Harry said in what amounted to a whimper trying to be heroic and ultimately failing in a new way. Harry looked around searching for the exit as he noticed a weird sword with a bloodshot eye on the pommel that looked at them angrily. Elsa looked as if she just swallowed a little puke in her mouth when she saw the same item.
They would have left right then quickly, but Harry noticed the last person he wanted to meet anywhere. That person was walking with an older looking version of himself. "Great… Malfoy's coming right here with his dad," Harry said not hiding his disappointment. The two misplaced students both backed a little into the store hoping the Malfoys would just keep walking. It shortly after became obvious the two slicked back blondes were heading into the store.
Harry looked around quickly and his eyes rested on the cabinet again. It was big enough for the both of them. It would be a tight fit, but that was better than being caught here by Draco. "Get into the cabinet," Harry said as he pulled Elsa by her hand.
The two quickly climbed into the cabinet and started to close it. It was barely opened now but they were hidden just as the chime to the door rang and the two Malfoys walked into the store. "Don't touch anything, Draco." Mr. Malfoy spoke to his son with a severe tone.
"Yes, Father," Draco replied in a bored tone. It was obvious the boy wasn't going to dare disobey his dad. However, his dad didn't say he couldn't look around. He just said not to touch anything. Not that he could, pretty much everything was in a case or somehow blocked off in this store.
Just as Draco started to look around a stooped man with oily hair walked out from the back of the store. He put on an overly friendly smile and spoke in a voice just as oily as his hair, "Ahhh… Lord Malfoy. It is good to see you again, my esteemed friend… Buying today are we?"
"Selling this time. Mr. Borgin," Mr. Malfoy said in a curt voice.
The shop keeper's overly flattering manner seemed to drop for a second before picking back up, but a little less exaggerated. "Is that so… Why is it you are willing to part with items at this time? You've never been one to sell," Mr. Borgin commented.
"As you know, the Ministry or more accurately, Mr. Weasley, has been getting a little overly self-important lately." As Harry listened, he could have sworn the cabinet got a little colder than it was earlier for a split second. "He's gotten this idea in his head that he has the right to search the homes of certain, esteemed members of polite wizarding society. An associate of mine knew it was only proper to warn me that I was on Mr. Weasley's hit list. He even shared when I would be offended by this sudden intrusion."
"Tis a sad time indeed when such upstanding members of society, such as yourself, have to put up with such hassle." Mr. Borgin's voice seemed to grow even more oily as he spoke.
Mr. Malfoy gave a sneer that didn't seem to be completely aimed at the shopkeeper. "This is unfortunately true. There are certain items and heirlooms in my possession that might be misconstrued for something dangerous by those of lesser knowledge and standing."
Mr. Malfoy then handed over a few scrolls to Mr. Borgin for his perusing. "This has put me in a position of opportunity. I decided given our history. You might be willing to prosper from this same opportunity."
Mr. Borgin briefly scanned the papers and asked, "What are the rules of negotiation on these items?"
"Given their variety and the time for this opportunity, it depends," Mr. Malfoy said as Mr. Borgin gave a mental sigh. The two men then started to discuss business and prices with each other.
While Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Borgin were talking business, Harry was keeping an eye on Draco and Elsa was listening in the best she could. She knew it would be best to have an idea how Mr. Malfoy deals in business for when she inherited the throne. She might have to deal with him or Draco, who would be taught by his dad how to do such things.
At this moment though, she was also thinking maybe it was time to start cutting business ties with the Malfoy family in a discrete manner if her parents agreed. If he was truly getting into dangerous dealings, it could reflect bad on their business ventures with the family. She did at least begrudgingly have to give him some credit on nipping a problematic situation before it grew or was noticed.
Elsa was trying her hardest to concentrate on what was happening outside the cabinet. If she didn't, her mind would stray to other thoughts due to Harry's closeness to her currently. She was also extremely grateful she hadn't tried to argue her way into setting the table after her run. She shuddered at the thought of being this close to Harry without having taken a shower that morning.
She was also regretting having such a heavy breakfast this morning. The Crown Princess was used to having a light but nutritious breakfast. She hadn't minded the Weasley breakfast because they were going to be running around Diagon Alley all morning and afternoon, so she needed the extra energy. She had not planned on ending up in such a horrible and foul place after using the Floo Network though.
This place was sickening to her and she really hoped nothing came back up. The very flows of this place were not to be ignored. She realized she would have to further improve her training. She was sure with Voldemort still out there and after Harry she and the others would likely end up in even fouler places that this shop.
Elsa wished this situation was done with already. She just wanted to get out of here and on with the fun part of the day, shopping with her friends. She looked over to Harry and despite her concerns. Her heart beat a little faster and she started thinking about kissing for some reason. She was sure her face was bright red right now as she looked him over. Thankfully, it was dark in this cabinet even with the door cracked open. The princess turned away from Harry hoping her cheeks would return to their normal color faster that way.
Harry was having problems of his own at the moment. He wanted to keep an eye on Draco and pray the Slytherin didn't suddenly get interested in the very uninteresting cabinet. At the same time, his oh so wonderful mind decided it was appropriate to remind him in force about the dreams he had last night starring Elsa. It seemed like it wanted to especially focus on the last one where they almost kissed after she finished playing the flute while the fireflies danced around them. He thought it was unfair he could hear her soft breathing from next to him. The sound of which caused him to have confused thoughts.
"What's this do? Can I buy it?" Draco asked suddenly drawing Harry's focus once again back to the situation at hand. Draco was next to the Hand of Glory.
"Ahh… Your son has a good eye there, Lord Malfoy. That's the Hand of Glory. Put a lit candle in and it gives off light only to the holder! It's great for thieves and plunders!" the oily voiced shopkeeper said with an overly greedy grin.
"Which is all he will amount to… If he doesn't improve his grades," Mr. Malfoy said with a stern voice showing his immense displeasure at the thought.
Draco rolled his eyes away from his father's gaze as he said, "It's not my fault. All the teachers have their favorites. And they really love that brown-nosing muggle, Granger." Again, the air inside the cabinet felt a little colder for a split second to Harry.
Elsa did not like Draco's tone when talking about Hermione. She considered Hermione her best female friend. The Ravenclaw was a little disappointed in herself when she realized she was, for lack of a better analogy, leaking out cold emotion. She quickly gained back control and listened with Harry.
"Is that so?" Mr. Malfoy asked in a manner showing he wasn't buying Draco's excuse.
"Well, yeah… I mean there's Elsa as well, but she's a Ravenclaw. They only care about studying books and don't understand anything about actual knowledge as you know," Draco said a little uneasily. It was obvious he was saying what he thought would please his father best regarding Elsa and not what he actually thought of her.
Elsa's brain paused for a second on what he said about Ravenclaws. "Wait… so… There is actually something Draco and I agree on?!" she thought to herself as she started to feel a little queasy again. This shop's flow was not helping with the situation. She did notice Draco's slight change in tone when talking about her. She wasn't sure what it meant and was thinking maybe she should actually see how Draco grew.
Maybe his discovery about the Malfoy family's past last school year really got to him. It could be possible Draco was starting to think on his own instead of just regurgitating what his father thought. Elsa would keep an eye on him and see how things went before deciding on actions regarding his family. She could handle a Draco following the Malfoy rule of "Before all else. Malfoy". It was equally possible he could sink further into the Deatheater beliefs.
Mr. Malfoy looked over to his son and spoke. "Be that as it may, you shouldn't let such… students… earn better grades than you. You're a pure-blood from the Malfoy family. I raised you to be better than that, Draco."
"Yes, Father. I understand," Draco replied in his drawling voice. He sneered at the Hand of Glory and muttered, "Mom's the one who raised me. Not you, father…"
"Did you say something? Draco?" Mr. Malfoy asked with a pointed look.
"No, Father. I was just disappointed with this Hand of Glory is all. I had hoped it was something less boring," Draco replied as he turned his nose up at it.
If things were different, Elsa might have actually cared more about what Draco muttered. She also might have found it interesting he actually used her first name unlike with Hermione. She might have wondered just how deep the hatred and rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was and if that played a role or not in his behavior at times.
However, the truth was Draco could really be a pompous brat at times and the shop's atmosphere caused Elsa to not really care if Daddy hadn't paid him enough attention. The sad thing is Draco was probably a better person than he would be if Daddy paid him more attention in the case of Mr. Malfoy. She still would wait and see regarding Draco.
"Well, I think that's about all I'm willing to buy, Lord Malfoy. Unless you're willing to part with that," Mr. Borgin's eyes were narrowed on a wrapped package Mr. Malfoy held. Harry could even see the greed in the shopkeeper's eyes. "I can tell it has immense power. Might cause a bit of an uproar. If it was found in your esteemed presence by those lesser wizards in the ministry…"
Mr. Malfoy did not look amused as he spoke, "This item is already spoken for. It is not of your concern." Mr. Borgin looked like he was about to ask something, but the older Draco clone cut him off. "I would hate for greed to ruin the financially beneficial friendship we have."
Mr. Borgin looked at the item one last time longingly before flashing his oily smile again and saying in his oily voice. "I agree, Lord Malfoy. I was simply… curious."
"Good to hear, Mr. Borgin. Now I must go. There is other business I must attend to," Mr. Malfoy said as he turned to Draco. His son had just grown curious about the cabinet when his father called for him. "Come now, Draco. I have some other shops here to visit and then we must get your school supplies taken care of."
Draco turned around and replied without hesitation, "Yes, Father." The two slicked back haired blonde men left quickly and headed to the left.
Once the door closed, Mr. Borgin gave a scoff and said, "Opportunity my arse! If half the things I've heard about you are true, Lucius. Then you aren't even selling the truly dark and pricey items your family owns. I wonder where you're hiding them." The shopkeeper gave a sneer at the door and headed towards the back of his shop again.
Harry and Elsa waited a couple of minutes and made their way out of the shop. They headed to the right once they left the shop which was called "Borgin and Burkes". The alley outside of the shop seemed to be very dreary and dedicated purely to the dark arts alone. Both Hogwarts students wondered how such a place could exist if the dark arts were supposedly illegal.
Elsa followed Harry as the two still held hands to keep together and didn't spare a look to any of the "Goods" on sell. Elsa did notice a place that had a bunch of provocatively dressed witches standing outside holding signs advertising their prices with words that left no imagination on what they mean. The Crown Princess was appalled that it seemed actual prostitution was legal in the wizarding world and advertised in such a blatant manner.
They picked up their pace heading up the main alleyway quickly. Both of them wanted to get out of there. Harry almost ran into a witch holding a tray selling what looked like human eyeballs. Elsa made another swallowing sound as she again turned a little greener at the sudden sight.
"What will you have, dearies!" said the witch who gave a shrill giggle as she added, "I'm having a sell! Buy one get the second free!" Harry wondered if this was her idea of a joke. He saw the sign behind her said all sales were pairs only.
Harry and Elsa were backing away when he heard a friendly and recognizable voice boom down the alley as the witch scurried away from them. "Harry?! What are ye doin' in Knockturn Alley." A giant of a man looked to Harry's side and noticed Elsa with him. "Tain't right bringing a girl to such a dodgy place."
"Hagrid!" Harry shouted in relief before he and Elsa rushed over to him and both gave him a hug. Hagrid was surprised, but he gently patted them on their backs with his large hands.
Once they released him, he looked them both over and asked, "How'd ye two end up 'ere anyhow?"
"Floo Powder… We were coming with Ron's family. I guess we went too far or something," Harry explained.
"Fortunately, ye didn't go too far," Hagrid said before turning to the girl next to Harry. He gave her a big friendly smile. "It's good ta see ye again, Elsa. I have a couple of new teas ye might be interested in once tha school year starts." The man's eyes then narrowed in concern as he asked, "Are you alright? Ye look a little off."
"I'd love to try those teas you mentioned sometime… I'm afraid this place doesn't really sit well with me," she said with a grimace as she covered her mouth with a hand. Harry found it amazing despite everything she still looked elegant in a manner.
"Well then follow me, ye two. Let's get ya outta here," Hagrid said as he led them up the path he was standing on.
"What were you doing down here, Hagrid?" Harry asked his very welcomed friend as they walked.
"Ahhh. Buying a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent. They've caused all kinds a problems for the Cabbage Patch this time of year. The usual place I get it was fresh out," Hagrid answered.
Shortly after meeting up with Hagrid, Elsa and Harry finally made it out of Knockturn Alley. Elsa gave a sigh and took in a deep breath of the seemingly fresher air. "So glad to be out of that place…"
"Are you alright, Elsa?" Harry asked.
"Yes… Just too much of the ugly side of the wizarding world at once for me is all. I'm fine," she answered. She left out the part about it also being the massive breakfast they were served at the burrow in conjunction with the flows of Borgin and Burkes.
Harry looked down and said, "I'm sorry…"
Elsa stood up straight again and shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm sorry. I should have warned you to be careful of ash when traveling by Floo Powder."
"At least ye two are alright now," Hagrid said with a warm smile.
They took a couple of steps and heard another welcomed voice, this time from Mrs. Weasley. "Thank goodness! You two are alright! Thank you so very much, Hagrid. We were looking all over for them. We'd hoped they'd only gone a fireplace too far."
"Ain't no problem, Mrs. Weasley. I found them in Knocturn Alley looking a might frantic, but they're alright now," Hagrid said to her.
"My goodness!" Mrs. Weasley said before looking them over again in typical motherly fashion.
The twins appeared next to her and said simultaneously, "Wicked! You two went to Knockturn Alley?! How was it?! Wish we could have gone. Want to go again?!"
Elsa still looking a little green, but much better than she was, said with a groan, "No… I really would rather not."
Mrs. Weasley turned towards the twins with a frown and said, "You two are never allowed to go to that horrible place. You hear me!"
"Yes, Mum." The twins said to appease her. It was obvious they had made it a goal to go to Knockturn Alley and they weren't the type to abide by guidelines.
"Now then let's go to Gringott's where we're all supposed to meet up," Mrs. Weasley said. She sighed and said, "I hope Arthur hasn't driven Hermione's parents completely off yet."
Fred laughed and said, "I bet dad wouldn't let them get away even if they wanted to." George joined his brother in laughing as well. Mrs. Weasley gave them a frown and their laughter died down.
As they walked towards the bank, Elsa felt a little uneasy. She really hoped nothing would happen to draw unwanted attention to her. The goblins now knew full well who she was. She also hoped the rest of their shopping wouldn't be too bad either. She would have to find time to slip away and get some alterations to her uniform and robes over at Da Nell's Divine and maybe browse a little.
Elsa really didn't feel in the mood to explain just how wealthy, even in the wizarding world, her family was. It would bring up too many questions. She also needed the alterations and didn't want to settle for Madam Malkin's for such a thing. She didn't think it would go over well for her to waltz in there and ask for such a service with a different store's robes. The princess might also have it a bit in her mind Madam Malkin's was inferior to Da Nell's Divine. Rose Diamond really was opposed to her shopping there last year.
Regardless of robes and other such things. Elsa was really relieved to be out of Knockturn Alley. She was already feeling so much better. The flows of Diagon Alley were different. They were an average mix. Elsa did wonder if maybe there was more to her apparent new sensitivity to the flows. "Maybe it has to do with my powers growing and Vitus is right. I need to take extra care of my training this year," she thought for a moment. It wasn't long until she grew excited realizing she was just moments away from seeing Hermione and Neville again. This day was quickly looking up for her and she intended to make full use of it.