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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to post up guys! I'm moving at the moment from Southern California to Boston, Massachusetts. So, it's been hectic trying to box up all my things. I am also involved in a show production, so I've been busy with that. Thank you so much for your patience:) Enjoy!


Chapter Seven: The Protector and The Teacher


"By gods Hermione, what are we bloody doing here?" Ron whined as he looked at the piles of dusty books with disgust. Hours had passed—how many, Ron didn't know—since they arrived and Hermione hand picked more than a dozen books to look through; but the problem was that Harry and Ron had no idea what to look for.

"Oh shush Ron. Just keep looking." Hermione snapped. She was irritated. Just a couple weeks back, she swore she read something about enchanted snake passages and a red-headed female figure, but she just couldn't remember. It was as if something was literally blocking the nerve passages in her brain.

"So…Hermione, what exactly are we looking for?" Harry looked up from a thick blue leather book with black lettering that read: A History of the Magical World. 'At least it isn't Hogwarts: A History,' Harry thought with a grimace.

"Well, I don't know…look for pictures of a woman with red hair or an enchanted snake doorway." Hermione was frantically flipping from page to page, a crazed glean over her eyes. Harry and Ron stared, amazed at their 7-year-long friend. Now, they were absolutely sure she was a madwoman. "What?" asked the brunette in annoyance.

"Hermione, let's talk about this reasonably." Shutting his book, Ron looked straight at his girlfriend. He loved her to death, but right now, she was not being sensible in the least. Harry followed suit. "What did you find that parallels with what we saw today? At least explain it! Dumb blokes like me and Harry need to be talked to. Also, we're boys. Need I say more?"

Hermione looked as if she was weighing the pros and cons of telling her two closest friends. "Okay fine, lean in." They huddled around the table, getting ready to talk in hushed voices.

"About a couple weeks ago, I was in the library, doing some joy reading." Ron snorted and immediately cleared his throat after receiving Hermione's death glare. "Anyway…I found this one book. Very old looking. It was black, and most books in this library is black! But what distinguishes it is that there were silver incantations written on the first couple pages, but I couldn't decipher it. Seriously, one would think if one took Ancient Runes at this school for four years (A/N: I don't know if this is correct, but let's say for the sake of Hermione's character that it is) that one would be able to decipher anything. But guess what? It's not true!" Hermione scowled in partial anger and full disappointment.

"So," Ron signaled Hermione to continue, "you found a dusty book in a dusty library. And?"

Hermione fiercely looked at Ron and sniffed. "I was getting to that. The book felt strange. It was cold and warm at the same time, if that's even possible. But anyway, it was about this legend about some goddess and a love story. It was in the Restricted Section, so I thought it was just some explicit romance novel, you know what I mean? So I just stopped reading it and put it back. But somewhere in the book, I swear to God, that there was an illustration of a woman and a snake entrance."

"So, Hermione," Harry looked up at his friend with skepticism, "what are you trying to say? That Ginny is..." Although he didn't finish the sentence, they all knew what he meant. Harry raised an eyebrow that questioned Hermione's sanity.

"I know, I know, it sounds farfetched. But I don't know, it sort of raises questions...Doesn't it?" Hermione urged, but her pleas didn't reach the two boys in front of her. They still looked at her with strange faces. She sighed.

"I don't know Hermione. You would need more...proof." Harry knotted his eye brows together.

"I love you Hermione. I really do. But my sister? Goddess? I think what you assumed was probably right. That book was just most likely an explicit romance novel that the professors come to read during breaks." Ron scrunched his nose in disgust at his last thought. "Let's just go back to the tower and sleep yeah?" Ron yawned widely and wiped the water that formed at the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah Hermione. It's not that we discredit you or anything, but seriously, that is far-fetched and, most likely, very improbable." Harry suggested carefully.

Hermione rubbed her temples. "You guys are right. Maybe I'm just worn out from classes." Harry and Ron nodded vigorously, encouraging their friend to continue with her line of thought—hope was on the horizon. "Okay boys, let's go to bed. It's late."

Ron quietly thanked the heavens as Harry let out a breath of relief that he was holding. As the trio walked out of the isolated library, a dark shadow was smiling behind the bookcases holding a leather-bound book in his hands, opened to a picture of a lovely female figure with dark red hair.


Ginny entered Draco's room and saw that Matthew wasn't present.

"That's strange, I thought he was here." Draco wondered out loud.

"I'm here." Matthew appeared from the bathroom. He had a smile of approval on his face. "I saw what happened. Nice job on the field Draco."

"Saw?" Ginny questioned, but no one answered, so she asked another. "So why are we here?" Ginny asked urgently. "I have somewhere to go soon." The clock face read 8:30. She needed to go by 9 to the Room of Requirement where she'll receive her first lesson. It was just happened that Snape would be the first to teach her. Oh joy, Ginny thought sarcastically to herself.

Draco sat down on a chair and motioned for Ginny to do the same, but she decided to stand. Matthew took a seat instead.

"We are here because we need to figure out what we're going to do for the project. Granger probably has the whole scroll deciphered by now." Draco stated.

"Well, that's not going to be a problem." Matthew interrupted. "It's done. All we need to do is look for the ingredients."

Draco eyed Matthew from his relaxed position. "Okay. Then let's just move on to the second reason. Ginny…are you going to enter the singing competition?"

"I'm not sure. Perhaps. It sounds interesting. What are the rules?"

"In a nutshell, all qualified contestants must have a song of their choice to perform at the Halloween Party." Draco began. "One group or single will be chosen from each house, and they will be performing again with one song during the Winter Ball. The winner will be determined and announced and will be performing at the graduation. Any questions?"

"So, the whole thing about only performing muggle or self-made songs is just a rumor?" Ginny asked.

"It's not required, but highly recommended." Draco replied indifferently. "Although, I think one might get extra points for making the effort. What is your decision?"

"I guess I'll do it." Ginny shrugged. "I mean, it'll be interesting in a way." She meant what she said. There's no harm in doing it or not doing it. Might as well. She was old enough and she was sure she was musically adequate enough. Hell, she might even have some fun with it and goad her brother a little. Ginny silently laughed at the thought. "Yeah, I'll do it."

Draco seemed to be expecting the positive answer. "Good. Just make sure you choose your songs carefully, because there's going to be a preliminary round before the actual competition. The notice should be posted in your common room bulletin."

"A preliminary round?" Ginny questioned. Wasn't the competition opened to all who was within the required age?

"You wouldn't want anyone to perform would you?" Matthew spoke out, his voice reminding Ginny of his presence. "What if Lilly McGarden entered?"

Ginny cringed at the thought. Lilly McGarden was a lovely girl from Hufflepuff—very pretty, very sweet. However, she did not in the least have the best singing voice. It was either that or she was very, very tone deaf. No one really had the heart to tell her that she didn't quite sound as lovely as she looked. So, she sang her heart out when she could. Matthew had a point.

"I guess I get what you mean." Ginny agreed. "Is there going to be any dancing involved?"

A simple nod was Ginny's only answer. Draco sat in his large arm chair with his eyes closed. As the shadows from the fire flickered over his face, Ginny thought he looked so serene, so angelic…he was beautiful.

'Oh snap out of it.' The rational, logical voice lashed out at Ginny's brief moment of awe. 'What are you thinking?' Ginny slightly shook her head. Draco and angelic did not at all go together. "Okay, so is that all?"

"Yeah, just make sure you go to the Room of Requirement for auditions next week on Wednesday after dinner. And also, Vicky is doing a number with girls from each house. I say you go try for that too. It's going to be at the same place, same time." Draco explained quickly.

Ever since the end of Ginny's 4th year, after the discovery of the D.A.'s use of the room, Dumbledore allowed students to use the Room of Requirement. He set an enormous, enchanted calendar with time slots next to the door so that people could book the room when needed. However, the purpose needed to be pre-approved by a professor before it could be posted on the calendar. Dumbledore also made sure that the list was charmed and guarded heavily with spells to prevent students from switching names or doing other mischievous things.

Ginny nodded to Draco's suggestion. "Is there anything else that we need to discuss about? I have to be going."

"No, that's all. You can leave now."

Ginny narrowed her eyes at Draco's master tone of voice. "Okay, well, I'm going to get going. I'll see you boys tomorrow. Good night." All she received where two absent minded 'night's, but it didn't matter to her that moment. She was late—it was already 8:45.

Ginny was walking down the dark stone corridor. She had her hood up and her head bent. Being in Slytherin territory meant she had to 'blend in'. Who knew what would happen if anyone caught her, a Gryffindor, Ron Weasley's little sister.

As Ginny walked, she deeply thought about Matthew. There was something about him that made her feel and think about certain things concerning her 'true ancestry'. Right then, Ginny blushed slightly at the previous incident of Matthew kissing her. It wasn't that she fancied him (although he was a very good looking boy) it was just that, he was so mysterious. But all in all, Ginny decided that she did not like Matthew Black. Not in that way.

With all this thinking, Ginny wasn't focusing on where she was stepping and tripped over her own foot. The last thing Ginny saw before she hit the ground was a pair of feet in the distance of the hall.

'Oh shit. I am so lame.' Was Ginny's last thought before everything became dark.


She wore a flowing white dress with long transparent sleeves and a wide v-neck. Half of her back showed while the rest of her body was shown through the material that hugged her body at the top and gradually belled out. A train of white followed her on the floor. It was a surprise that the bottoms of the dress were not yet black. The white fabric was probably charmed to stay spotless. She wore tiny satin slippers around her feet. They were also probably charmed.

Where was she? She was at the court of the High King, making her first presence in the outside world as the Lady of Avalon, the Savior of the people, the supposedly the reincarnated Mother Goddess. The titles could keep going until it all fit into a lengthy piece of parchment.

She didn't know why she was so sad. Now and again, she would suddenly ask herself who she really was and what her true existence on the Earth was. She was supposed to save the world, but how? And from what?

Through all the questions that were running through her head, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her small waist.

"Do not trouble yourself with so many questions Aurora." A voice spoke to her, trying to sooth her. "Tonight is when you greet the King as a goddess and as my future wife."

Aurora sadly smiled. "You are right my prince."

The man who was standing behind her was indeed the Prince, son of the High King, the next in line of the throne. He was a tall handsome man of 25 years, a fine warrior and swordsman of great, strong character. He had shoulder- length black hair that was loosely tied behind his head, bangs falling gently, and signs of a growing beard.

"Let's go my love." the man said. "The people are waiting."

The man offered Aurora an arm that she took and both walked to a pair of large wooden doors. Aurora could hear their entrance announcements that were being made.

"Now, here enters the beautiful Lady of Avalon, the great daughter priestess of the Goddess, and our prince, the heir to the throne, Leander."

'They didn't even say my name.' Aurora thought sadly. Why it bothered her so much, she didn't know.

With that, the heavy brown doors swung opened and revealed a large room filled with people in rich gowns, and a red carpet in front of them leading to two thrones and many other seats of importance, which were situated against the opposite wall from where they were standing.

Aurora and Leander entered the room and walked towards the two thrones. Leander got down to one knee to bow in respect and then got up. Aurora was also going to bow when the King suddenly got up from his seat and walked in front of Aurora. He was a large, elderly man who had creases in his face that spoke of deep wisdom and wispy white hair that reflected his age. One could tell that he was a valiant, fair king who was once very handsome in his golden years.

"My dear child," He spoke with a deep voice that echoed through the room. "You should never bow to anyone. We should bow to you."

As if a signal was issued, the High King along with everybody else in the room bowed down to Aurora. Aurora looked around at everyone in the room who were bowing to her. She felt her heart ache, until she saw one who remained to stand. He was hidden in the shadows.

"Rise fair King. Do not bow to me. Not me." Aurora said gently as she bent to lift the old King from his knees. He smiled brightly as he looked upon her, and embraced her like a daughter.

"Welcome Aurora." He whispered quickly, and he let her go. "Let the dancing begin!!" The King shouted so that his deep voice echoed multiple times throughout the large festival hall. Music started to play and everyone started to dance.

"My dear, please, have a seat." The Queen spoke softly with a serene smile. She was signaling towards a seat next to her. Aurora noted how it was such a beautiful piece of furniture as she sat in her designated seat.

Through the music and the swirling colors, Aurora stared at the man who remained standing. He stood in the far corner of the room. A black robe was draped over his tall figure and his hood was up. But she could see his eyes. He was looking back at her with mercury eyes—eyes that she couldn't avoid, eyes that penetrated the depths of her soul.

A memory went through Aurora's head. The first time he kissed her was in the High King's gardens. That was the first time they had met. All he said was: "I'm not supposed to touch the Lady of Avalon, but I swear you will be mine," and then he kissed her, sweeping her feet of the ground. She knew who he was. He wasn't supposed to touch her, the Lady of Avalon; but she liked it. He was the Dark Prince, part of the Dark Lord's kingdom. The Dark Lord had no heir for he never married, so rumor had it that he chose the Dark Prince to be his heir.

Aurora closed her eyes, breaking the contact. Recent memories flashed in her lids. When she opened her eyes again, he was gone and Aurora was alone. She needed to find him. She wanted to see him again.

Aurora excused herself, saying that she needed air, and walked out through an open doorway that led to the gardens. The gardens were full of every type of flower imaginable. Since it was spring, everything that was supposed to be in full bloom was and the night air was filled with fragrances that stung her nose. Walking down the steps and into the garden maze, Aurora saw him. He was walking quickly, bidding her to walk faster too. As she turned the corner, he was there. His hood was down and he had a crooked smile.

"Good evening milady." The prince's voice was like velvet caressing her ears. Aurora let out a small sigh.

"Good evening Prince Arsenios." Aurora barely whispered.

"That's strange. I'm sure I didn't tell you my name. Is that one of your gifts? To know one's identity before it is told."

Aurora's heart faltered."Yes and no…me knowing your name comes from both my gift and from the castle servants." Arsenios's eyebrow lifted.

"What do they say about me?" He had a tint of humor and interest in his voice. "Let's see how those of the Light describe me." As always, his eyes bore into hers.

"They say you are cold and heartless and that your eyes are steel, reflecting your heart of ice. They described your hair as pale flaxen silk, cold to the touch. Your kiss is a kiss of death and your touch is as cold as snow." Aurora was in a trance. He was so beautiful in the moonlight. The paleness of his skin and his hair shone. How could he be the infamous Dark Prince if he was so fair?

"Do you believe what they say?" Aurora couldn't decipher his reason behind the question, but she didn't want to use tricks and magic to know his heart. She wanted find it on her own.

"No." Was her simple reply and truth was all that it consisted of. "No, because I have felt your lips on my own and they were not cold." Aurora slowly walked towards the tall prince until she was close in front of him. "Oh no Prince, your lips were warm to my touch."

With that, Aurora lifted her feet from the ground to reach his lips. They started slowly, feeling every movement. It was strange. Although she barely knew this man, she felt like she loved him. But what was love? Surely her love for the Mother Goddess and the High Priestess would be a similar type of love. Or not. No, Aurora decided, this emotion felt different. It burned at the core of her heart, igniting flames of desire and passion. Perhaps this wasn't love, but lust. Whatever it was, Aurora knew it was strong.

Their lips started to move faster and she opened her mouth to let his tongue enter. They engaged in a sensual dance. She held fast to his strong arms and his hands were wrapped around her waist. This was where she wanted to be—in his arms. Arsenios lifted his lips from hers and started down her jaw and to her neck. Aurora let out a soft moan. She was on fire. He, the Prince infamous for his chilling demeanor, was setting her body on fire with simple feather-light kisses. His hands moved up from her waist to her breasts.

"Perfect." He whispered his hot breath upon her ear.

Through the thin fabric, Aurora could feel him weigh each of her globes in his large hands. He then grazed his thumb over the tips, sending a surge of pleasure throughout her body. Her nipples hardened from his touch and the cold night air. As cliché as it sounded, everything felt so wrong, yet so right. The High Priestess didn't like Arsenios—he was 'evil' she said because his allegiance was to the Dark Lord. Another reason the High Priestess didn't like Arsenios was due to the fact that the High King and the Dark Lord were enemies on the brink of war, waiting for the other to make the first offensive move. Regardless of the situation, Arsenios could still enter the High King's land because he was nobility and not yet officially named heir. Although everyone remained civil to him, the animosity could be felt. For some strange reason, Aurora wanted to be by his side.

"Tell me Goddess. What do you want?"

"I don't know."

"You know."

"No I don't."

Aurora really didn't know what she wanted. She knew he wasn't asking what she wanted materially, but rather, what she wanted in life, for herself. Ever since she was younger, Aurora never really thought about what she wanted, but rather what people wanted for her. She would then fit herself into the mold that people made for her. Arsenios actually asked what she wanted. It brought much happiness to her heart.

"Aurora." His voice called out her name. No one called her name like that. It was soft music to her ears. "There's something about you that I can't get enough of. There's something about you that I'm drawn to." Instead of ravaging her like Aurora thought he would, Arsenios gently kissed her lips. It was tender, yet passionate; soft, yet hard; free, but possessive.

She had to tell him now. She needed to tell him how she felt about him. "I…I think…Prince—"

"Shhh…someone's coming." Arsenios pulled Aurora into his arms and fell back into the shadows of the tall, dark walls of blooming vegetation.

"Aurora? AURORA?!" A voice was calling for her. She recognized the voice—Prince Leander. It was time for her to go.

"I have to go back." She whispered, staring up into his deep gray eyes.

"I know." Was his reply. He was always simple, always brief. Yet, in those few words, Aurora could feel the intenseness of the emotions behind them. She knew he didn't want to let her go. His arms tightened around her briefly before he let her go.

"When will I get to see you again?"

"Tomorrow at noon. I believe the High King is having a gathering tomorrow. I'll see you there." Arsenios said quickly. "Sleep well Goddess." And with a light kiss on the forehead and a gust of wind, he was gone.

"AURORA…"

"I'm here." She walked out of the shadows to face Leander. He was handsome, sweet, honest, but not who her heart longed for. But when she closes her eyes, it wasn't Leander's emerald green eyes that she saw, but rather a pair of stormy grey ones.


"Ginny, are you okay? Hello?"

Ginny groaned. A far away voice was calling out to her. She slowly opened her eyes only to see haze. After blinking a few times, her vision was cleared and she regained consciousness.

"Where am I?" Ginny thought out loud. Was what she had seen a dream or a distant past memory? She couldn't lay her finger on it. A storm of questions and thoughts would have been brewing in her head if it wasn't for the white spots she saw in her line of vision and the immense throbbing she felt on her skull.

"Good thing it's only a bump you have there and not anything too serious."

Ginny looked up to see a handsome-looking guy with sandy hair that fell over his eyes and bright blue eyes. Judging from his clothes, Ginny immediately knew that he was from Ravenclaw.

"Who are you?" Ginny couldn't keep the question inside of her. She didn't mean to sound too rude, but this boy acted as if he had known her for years. What was wrong with people these days? To her surprise, the boy started laughing hard. Ginny frowned.

"What's so funny?"

"You are Ginny!" The boy's laughter died down to a quiet chuckle. He then shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you can't remember me."

Ginny gave the boy an expression that read: 'Explain yourself or I'll hex you'.

"I swear, every day I thought of you ever since I said good-bye, but I guess you forgot about me. But then again, you fell and hit your head. Maybe you'll remember in a couple minutes." A glint of humor danced in the boy's eyes, making it sparkle like the ocean on a clear day. Ginny marveled at how pretty they were. Just then, a look of recognition swept over Ginny's face. She knew those eyes!

"Andrew Lake?! Of Greenwich Place?" Ginny squealed softly. Andrew rolled his eyes as if he was waiting for this moment. Ginny and Andrew used to be best friends when they were younger. Andrew's family lived on the other side of the forest next to Ginny's house. Compared to the burrow, Andrew's Greenwich Place was very large and very expensive-looking. After all, his parents were in important people in the Ministry of Magic, so they were quite wealthy. They would always play at his house, but Ginny remembered and treasured the garden the most. It was always in bloom with some type of flowers meant for every season.

"I'm so glad you remembered." They quickly hugged before Ginny could ask Andrew a question.

"When did you come back?" She asked. Andrew moved away to the United States when they were still kids because his parents were re-located there to join the American Ministry of Magic. It was really sudden and very painful for Ginny. She lost her best friend so quickly.

"Not too long ago. This week actually. I didn't want to miss the Awakening of the Lady." Andrew winked.

Ginny paused as she stared at her old friend. "Andrew…how the hell do you know that about me?"

"Ginny, I know this is sudden, because we're here, sitting in the middle of the corridor in the dungeons at night, where Slytherins could ambush us any moment and any way they want; but this is important. But I also suggest that we move along to the Room of Requirement." Andrew said with a smile. Ginny continued to stare as she mindlessly took Andrew's hand to get up.

"I'm your protector Ginny. Your body guard." Andrew said.

"I don't understand." Ginny replied, her voice urging Andrew to explain more. She felt a little angered. How come all these people knew about her, but she didn't know anything about herself? Mr. Ollivander, her mom, Dumbledore, the professors, Matthew Blackhart, and now Andrew? Andrew knew! She hasn't seen Andrew since the age of seven!

"The job has been assigned to my family for as long as I can remember. The Lake family has been your protector for as back to the times of the Great Lady herself. Every generation, a male is chosen to be the protector just in case the Lady is reborn. We train and are always ready to protect the Lady if she was to appear. You have been born and I was the male member who has been chosen. I didn't know that you were the Lady, Ginny. Honestly. It wasn't until I noticed that sometimes your eyes flashed dark purple…or was it red? I don't know. Anyway, after I saw that, I knew. I had to leave that time anyway. I turned seven, and I needed to train, so I was waiting until you became 16—for you to realize your powers—in order to approach you and stay by your side again."

"I can't believe this." Ginny slowly shook her head. This was too sudden. She felt dizzy again. The bump on her head started to throb. The vision, seeing Andrew after so many years, and now this. It was too much to take. Her life seemed to be spiraling in a totally new direction since the year began.

"I know this is a lot to take Ginny, but stay with me." Andrew supported Ginny with an arm. He weakly smiled. "Just breathe."

"Exactly how do you or can you protect me anyway?" Ginny asked. If she was indeed the Lady, then wouldn't she have enough power to fend for herself?

"Well, the Lady can be powerful, but who knows right?" Andrew stated, as if reading Ginny's mind. "I've been trained ever since I moved. I didn't only stay in America, but also in various countries around the world, developing unique skills from each continent. How I ultimately protect you, however, I cannot and will not tell you." At the end of his short explanation, Andrew winked. Ginny guessed it was a trademark kind of thing that he picked up over the past years—something like Draco's smirk.

The two were now coming close to the door of the Room of Requirement. Ginny suddenly realized that she was probably horribly late. She also wondered how and where Andrew knew where to find her and where to take her. But she assumed there would not be enough time left between them and the entrance to ask the questions that hovered over her mind.

'There will be time later.' Ginny thought in confidence. 'I'll get my answers then.'

"Oh yeah, did you know that you also have a Teacher?" asked Andrew as he stopped in front of the door. Before Ginny could reply, Andrew added: "Concentrate on the place for a moment Ginny." They stood in silence as Ginny thought of an ideal place where Snape could teach her whatever she needed to know that night. "Okay," Andrew broke the silence, signaling that the other side of the door was ready for the two of them to enter.

"What do you mean by a Teacher?" Ginny hastily asked before Andrew could open the door.

"Your Teacher is for this life. Like my role as the Protector, this has been passed down through a family line. The Teacher's purpose is to tutor and guide the reincarnated Lady—you—most of what she needs to know to regain all her past memories and gifts." Andrew explained as he opened the door. It seemed to move so slowly.

"Interesting," muttered Ginny with slight apprehension. "So…who is this Teacher of mine?" For some strange reason, Ginny had a feeling that the name would be familiar to her ears.

"Matthew Blackhart." At that moment, the door was opened to a dimly light room, a strange hybrid between the Potions and Transfiguration classrooms.

"Miss Weasley. You are late." Snape drawled, looking down at Ginny from the middle of the room.

Ginny saw Snape and McGonagall standing together, both waiting with their arms crossed and irked expressions on their aged faces. In the corner of the room stood a familiar male student. Weights fell to the bottoms of her stomach.

'Oh my God…'

"Good evening Lady."

Indeed, it was Matthew Blackhart.


I know, I know. I didn't get to the lesson and a lot of the chapter was the flashback. How did you like it? I don't know, but it just seemed more suspenseful and stuff to end the chapter right there. Keke. Sorry guys!

I am truly, truly sorry for the late chapter. Again, I shall say: I am moving to Boston from Southern California, and I have so much packing to do! Need I say more? So chapters might be coming out later than usual (like this one). I'll try to get them out faster than this chapter though. I know this one took a long time, 2 weeks I think. So I'll try to write as fast as I can and make the wait time minimum 3 days and maximum a week.

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What to look forward to: The lesson, Ginny and Draco action, more of the past revealed, auditions, Ron's anger, Harry rejection, and introduction of evil girl figure(?).

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