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Chapter 36
(Ebony P.O.V)
I woke up to the sound of a screetch monday morning. I smirked deviously. I knew why that was, and it was only the first of many. I'd teach the frail to make a move on Harry. My well honed instincts told me that he was my mate. Not hers. And then there was the fact that we were soul bonded. That weak minded little girl stood no chanc of getting Harry. Not even the slightest spark of hope stood in that area.
I got out of bed, and went to take a shower. Once I'd dried, and gotten dressed, I went to the common room with Hermione to wait for Harry and Neville, who had started hanging out with us a bit more lately. Personally, I think he just liked Luna, who'd started hanging out with us openly after we'd received a letter saying that her dad had been moved to a well protected, secure location.
It didn't take long for Ginny to come downstairs, and hurry out of the portrait hole, but not before Hermione and I got a good look at her. Her hair was green and her skin silver, wit green spots all over. She also seemed to have a forked tongue. I cracked up laughing. Now we just had to wait for… there he was.
Ron had just come down the stairs, completely unaware that he had Asshole written in green across his forehead, and his hair was flashing green and Slytherin. I laughed even harder at his.
"What are you laughing about, Creed?" he asked.
"Nothing. Love your new look by the way, Ronald."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all." I said, and then I turned back to Hermione. "There are a few things I want to look up later on. Mind meeting up with me in the library after divination?"
"Alright." Hermione said. "Why are you still taking divination anyway? It's a waste of time."
"If it helps, I'm seriously considering dropping it."
"If you take Runes or Arithmancy, I can catch you up on the subjects."
"Thanks, Mione. Hey, do you think it would be good for me to drop Muggle Studies as well, I mean, what they teach is completely out of date, and I do live in the muggle world."
"I think that for you Eb, it's probably best. I mean, you're going to need all the help you can get, and muggle studies isn't going to help."
"You're right. I'll talk to McGonagall soon. Hey Harry, Neville!" I said, turning to look at him.
"Hey Eb. You two ready to go get some breakfast?" Harry asked.
Hermione and I grabbed our bags, and stod up. The four of us left the common room, and walked towards the great hall. We sat down, just as the mail was delivered. Hermione took her subscription of the 'Daily Prophet' and looked at the front page. Her face palled.
"What's wrong, Mione?" I asked.
"Um, it's… here!" She thrust the paper at me, and I looked at the front page. There was a picture of me and Harry walking down Hogsmeade's main street together, Harry's arm round my waist. The caption read; BOY-WHO-LIVED'S LOVE LIFE TURMOIL!
The article was by Rita Skeeta. I began reading.
It is with first hand knowledge that I bring to the general public, the fact that Harry James Potter is in a very sticky situation. Not too long ago, he began dating Ebony Creed, a young mutant, and heir to Merlin himself. The couple make a handsome pair, and have equal status. It is a good match. I suspect that when the family union was formed between Lord Creed and Lord Black, a marriage contract may also have been drawn up. But, Miss. Creed is not the only one interested in Mr. Potter. One Ginerva Weasley also seems to have strong feelings for the Wizarding Worlds Savior. So much so, she asked Mr. Potter to go out with her, while he was on a date with Mis. Creed. Miss Weasley's Elder Brother, Ronald was seen confronting Mr. Potter, after he turned the youngest Weasley down, claiming that Mr. Potter's fame and wealth had gone to his head.
I, dear readers, witnessed the entire thing. It peeked my curiosity, and I have done some digging. It seems that Miss. Weasley's feelings for Mr. Potter have prompted her to start brewing Love Potions in an attempt to seduce Mr. Potter. I can only hope that news of this reaches Mr. Potter, and he regularly checks his food and drinks for any potions. It also leads me to wonder how Headmaster Dumbledore never noticed that one of his students was brewing Love Potions in his school.
If a marriage contract has indeed been drawn up between the two, then I wish Mr. Potter and Miss. Creed luck in their relationship, and I console all the other witches out there, as one of the most eligible bachelors has been taken out of the running.
More on Harry James Potter and his family history, p.4
More on Ebony Creed and her family history, p.5
I raised an eyebrow at the article. "Well, it's not too bad, I suppose." I said, as I handed it to Harry for him to read. He looked through, and nodded.
"There are going to be rumours, but it could have been worse."
"Oh, definitely." I agreed. "What does it say about us, and our family histories?" I asked.
He turned to the pages noted. I looked over his shoulder, and saw that each page had a picture of one of us, and information.
"Well, it says about wizards and witches I'm decended from." Harry said. "They've even found out about my mothers lineage. Then there's the story of what happened that night. For you it's saying about important ancesotrs of yours, and also… ah, it does have some facts there about the Weapon Nine project, but all it really says is that you have a metal coating your entire skeleton, and a couple more powers than normal."
"Well, that's not new to people here. I'll be able to deal with it." I said, shrugging. "What's wrong, Mione, you look like this could be the end of the world."
"What if people believe that it's the other way round? That Ginny isn't using the love potions?"
"Trust me Hermione, they wont." Neville said. "The majority of people believe the Daily Prophet."
Hermione nodded, but still looked slightly anxious. I patted her on the shoulder. "It'll be fine. United front, remember?"
"Yeah." She said, nodding.
The day passed quickly, and soon it was dinner. Hermione ate hers quickly, and left to do something, saying she'd meet me at the library. I nodded, and turned back to my food when she left. Ron and Ginny were no where to be seen, something about various hexes needing to be removed. I didn't let any sign out that they were from me, Fred and George.
After a minute, Luna sat down next to me. "I just got a letter from my dad. He's at the new house, it's very nice apparently."
"That's good to know, Luna." I said smiling at her. "Will he still be able to publish the Quibbler?"
"Oh yes. He says that he'll be more able to now, actually. There are less wrackspurts there, you see."
"Well, that's good news. At least you wont have to bother with Ginny any more, ay?"
"Yes, the Blithering Hummdingers that always hang around her were really starting to annoy me." Luna said.
Harry, Neville and I laughed. Even if Neville looked a bit confused. Harry had already met Luna, several times. I finished my food, and then left to join Hermione in he library.
I woke up, and groaned, why did it feel as if I had been run over by a heard of stampeading hipogriffs?
"Ebony? Are you awake?" I heard Harry asked.
My eyes flickered open, and I saw I was in the hospital wing. "What happened?" I asked. "Why am I here?"
"Hermione found you unconciouss, two corridors away from the Library. What do you remember?"
"Up untill just about turning onto the corridor that was two away from the Library. Then, nothing."
"You were halfway down the corridor, apparently." Harry said.
Just then, Madam Pomfrey bustled over, and started checking me over. I was discharged the next morning. I wasn't feeling my best. I had had a nightmare about being trapped last night, and I'd woken up in a sweat several times.
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