"What are friends for?"
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Ok, announcement time! This is author's note is gonna be a bit longer cause of this, so more words! After I finish this book series, (Y/N) and Harry's adventure throughout their years at Hogwarts, I'm going to be writing a new book series!
The difference is, is that my Ravenclaw readers are going to be real happy as this time (Y/N) is in Ravenclaw. I have made a plot with this and I'm really proud of it.
If you're not a Ravenclaw reader dw, you can still read it, lol. I will also make a Hufflepuff and Slytherin series bc they don't get enough credit so my readers who aren't Gryffindors or Ravenclaws, dw! Now, I've already taken up a 100 words so let's get onto the story!
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Third Person POV
The Quartet were now in Hagrid's hut being made a cup of tea.
"It was Snape," Ron was explaining, "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomsticks, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you, both of you."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"
All four of them exchanged looks, wondering what to tell him. Harry decided on the truth.
"I found out something about him. He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."
Hagrid dropped the teapot.
"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy ?"
"Yeah -- he's mine -- bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year -- I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the--"
"Yes?" said Harry eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
"But Snape's trying to steal it."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."
"So why did he just try and kill (Y/N) and Harry?" cried Hermione.
The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape.
"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why yeh brooms acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh -- yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous."
"I think both me and Harry have had a taster of what dangerous is." (Y/N) said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
"You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel--"
"Aha!" said Harry, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"
Hagrid looked furious with himself.
Christmas was coming and Hogwarts was changed in the best ways possible.
While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.
"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."
He was looking over at Harry and (Y/N) as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. Harry, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them, that wasn't the case for (Y/N).
"I do feel so sorry." (Y/N) started, "for all those people who have to go home for Christmas to anyone with the last name of 'Malfoy'."
Malfoy had a tinge of pink in his cheeks, most likely from embarassment as well as anger.
"Don't you dare speak about my family like that!" he snarled.
"I'm sorry if it has escaped your notice, but I just did." (Y/N) replied, coolly.
Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Harry as Seeker next. Then he'd realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the way Harry had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. Malfoy had also tried ruining (Y/N) but they were also impressed at her skills on a broom as well as her incredible retorts, any time Malfoy had tried ticking her off. So, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting them about having no proper family.
However, the two didn't feel sorry for themselves at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he'd ever had. Ron and his brothers were staying too.
When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Hagrid was behind it.
"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.
"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron."
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoy's cold drawl from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose -- that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."
Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs.
"WEASLEY!"
Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.
"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. "Malfoy was insultin' his family."
"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."
"I'll get him," said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back, "one of these days, I'll get him--"
"You and me both, Ron. Don't worry, I'll make sure in all our seven years at Hogwarts, we'll manage to throw him into the Whomping Willow."
"I hate them both," said Harry, "Malfoy and Snape."
"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," said Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."
So the four of them followed Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree -- put it in the far corner, would you?"
"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.
"Just one," said Hermione. "And that reminds me -- guys, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."
"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron.
"The library?" said Hagrid, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"
"Oh, we're not working," Harry told him brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."
"You what ?" Hagrid looked shocked. "Listen here -- I've told yeh -- drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."
"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," said (Y/N).
"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry added. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere -- just give us a hint -- I know I've read his name somewhere."
"I'm sayin' nothin', said Hagrid flatly.
"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Ron.
They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal? He wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time ; he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry.
Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while (Y/N) and Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"What are you looking for, boy?"
"Nothing," said Harry.
Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at him.
"You'd better get out, then. Go on -- out!"
Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry left the library. He, Ron, Hermione and (Y/N) had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to.
Harry waited outside in the corridor to see if the other three had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks. What they really needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.
Eventually, they went off to lunch.
"You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" said Hermione. "And send me an owl if you find anything."
"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them."
"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Hermione.
Once the holidays had started, Ron, (6/N) and Harry were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitories to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork -- bread, English muffins, marshmallows. (Y/N) didn't eat as much as the boys though. They were also plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk about even if they wouldn't work.
"I will find a way to try and get him into trouble." (Y/N) said, rubbing her chin.
"You will?" Ron asked, eagerly.
"Yes, but not now.. Now I need to get back on Fred and George, from the stink pellets situation on the train."
"Save that for later, (Y/N)." Ron whined, "Malfoy is much worse."
"You do remember that you agreed on assisting me with the pay back?"
"Yeah, but not up for it right now."
"Oh. Well that's good. I thought you'd be mad." she shrugged.
"Mad? Why?" Harry asked, now only realising a conversation was going on.
"Because.." she scratched the back of her neck, "I just started on it already.. the affects should be on point in about a few minutes."
"What did you do?!" Ron exclaimed, jumping up.
"Oh, it was nothing. It's quite simple."
Ron and me exchanged looks of curiousity and worry. Nothing was simple when it came to (Y/N)'s jokes.
"Oh, sod off! You'll see it soon enough!"
she said, waving her hand in the air.
The boys shrugged the feeling off as Ron also started teaching Harry wizard chess. Ron's set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family -- in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen weren't a drawback at all. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted.
Harry played with chessmen Seamus Finnigan had lent him, and they didn't trust him at all. He wasn't a very good player yet and they kept shouting different bits of advice at him. "Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Send him, we can afford to lose him."
On Christmas Eve, when he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.
"Merry Christmas," said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.
"You, too," said Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"
"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harry's.
Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it -- it sounded a bit like an owl.
A second, very small parcel contained a note.
We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.
"That's friendly," said Harry.
Ron was fascinated by the fifty pence.
"Weird!" he said, "What a shape! This is money ?"
"You can keep it," said Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron was. "Hagrid and my aunt and uncle -- so who sent these?"
"I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mum. I told her you didn't expect any presents and -- oh, no," he groaned, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."
Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.
"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."
"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.
His next present also contained candy -- a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione.
He picked up another parcel and inside were treacle tarts, Harry's favourite. But that wasn't all. Deep within the box came a picture. A picture of Harry's parents. On the back was a label saying Merry Christmas, Harry. From (Y/N).
As if on cue, (Y/N) walked downstairs, her (h/c) hair in a messy bun as she wore a grey woolly sweater and skinny jeans. She was already up for the morning.
"Sleep well?" Ron asked her.
"Fine." she replied, sticking her hands into her pockets, "I see someone's got my present. Merry Christmas Harry, you too Ron!"
She sat by the tree picking up a parcel.
"How did you get this?" Harry asked her, shocked at the present.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." (Y/N) winked, unwrapping her parcel to reveal a Weasley sweater.
"Thank you." Harry said, flushed.
"No problem, Harry. What are friends for? Oh, Ron, tell your mum I'm very grateful for this sweater." she said, beaming and taking off her own sweater to replace it with the Weasley's.
"Enjoy the treacle tarts. Hard to get your hands on, those are." she said, wide eyed at her presents. Harry assumed she also never got presents.
"How did you know I liked those?" Harry asked her, grinning stupidly.
"Because, if anyone's talking about food, you are always talking about treacle tarts." she said, unwrapping a present that looked like it was from Ron.
"Aw, thanks for these Ron!" (Y/N) said, holding up the nose-biting teacups. "How did you get these? I heard they're in Zonko's and only third years and up can go there."
"You forget who I'm related to." he said, beaming at (Y/N)'s stash of sweets she gave him.
"Interesting. Thanks anyways! Oh look! Dean and Seamus gave me presents too!" she said, picking up two parcels (one badly wrapped).
Dean had given her a football poster replacing the heads with Quiddich players and enchanting them to move around. Seamus had given her a jack-in-the-box, which ended up exploding as soon as opened as (Y/N) very smartly threw it across the room.
"Remind me to never open Seamus' presents.. ever." she said, opening a parcel from Hermione.
Harry still couldn't believe how (Y/N)'d gotten a picture of his parents! Something he himself, couldn't do.
Hermione'd given (Y/N) a book about spells including jinxes, hexes and simple incantations.
"This'll be handy.. and what's this?" she asked, taking another parcel.
Harry smiled to himself, knowing that was his gift to her. Ron was going through (Y/N)'s sweet presents to him, reading different types of sweets he'd never seen before.
(Y/N) unwrapped the parcel and saw a framed picture. It was of her hugging Harry right after there first Quiddich match, Ron and Hermione smiling at the side as the rest of the Gryffindors ar the back cheering like mad.
On the bottom lay a note:
Merry Christmas (Y/N). From Harry.
She beamed at him and said,
"Thanks. I've never gotten a framed picture. Excusing the only one I have of my parents."
"Hagrid took the picture. Do you remember?" Harry asked her, still rummaging through the different presents around them.
"Course I do!" she laughed.
"Bet you want it signed." Harry grinned.
"I will punch you right now even if it is the Christmas spirit." (Y/N) said, throwing an Every Flavour Bean into Ron's mouth with success.
Harry found another box. He picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it.
Something fluid and silvery grey went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.
"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Hermione. "If that's what I think it is -- they're really rare, and really valuable."
"What is it?"
Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.
"It's an invisibility cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is -- try it on."
Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell.
"It is! Look down!"
Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely.
"There's a note!" said Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"
Harry pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:
Your father left this in my possession before he died.
It is time it was returned to you.
Use it well.
A Very Merry Christmas to you.
There was no signature. Harry stared at the note. Ron was admiring the cloak. (Y/N) sat there, jaw dropping.
"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's the matter?"
"Nothing," said Harry. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father?
Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with anyone else yet.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Hey, look -- Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"
"(Y/N) as well!"
Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G.
"Their's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid -- we know we're called Gred and Feorge."
At that moment in time, the two twins immediately started to grow beards. Red beards that went down to their knees. (Y/N) immediately burst out laughing at the sight of the two.
The twins as well as Ron and Harry stood, shocked. That was, until Ron started laughing too, followed by Harry as the twins could only muster grins.
"Next time, you'll be bald." (Y/N) said, turning back to their presents.
"Mum's not going to like this." Fred said, stroking his beard.
"How're we supposed to get rid of these?" George said, also stroking Fred's beard.
"Hey -- hey -- hey!" Fred said, slapping George's hand. "go stroke your own!"
"What's all this noise?"
Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized.
"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."
"I -- don't -- want -- " said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.
"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said George. "Christmas is a time for family."
Percy only stared at the twins.
"But.. you're --"
"It was that little devil." they both said, pointing at (Y/N).
"You'd better go off to Madam Pomfrey then." he said, strictly.
"Oh, keep it there for a while. I think it looks good." (Y/N) said, smirking.
"Of course you do." Harry said, rolling his eyes as well as laughing.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" (Y/N) said, frowning.
"Nothing."
The twins frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater before going off to the Hospital Wing.
Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce - and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside.
Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred (who came back with still bits of random hair around himself) and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice.
Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.
Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.
When Harry finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of nonexplodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set.
(Y/N), Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry broke in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. He suspected he wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help him so much.
After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge, side note that George tripped over his beard (which he decided to cut instead of going to Madam Pomfrey only resulting it to growing an extra length longer) walking off to the Hospital Wing looking heavily disgruntled, much to (Y/N)'s pleasure.
It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever.
(Y/N)'s POV
Ron and I had woken up in the morning to be told by Harry that he'd found some sort of mirror in one of the corridors during his walk in to the library last night. It had apparently, shown his parents standing behind him, even though they were most definitely not there.
"You could have woken me up," said Ron, crossly.
"You can come tonight, I'm going back, I want to show you the mirror.
"I'd like to see your mum and dad," Ron said eagerly.
"And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you'll be able to show me your other brothers and everyone."
"You can see them any old time," said Ron. "Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people.Shame about not finding Flamel, though."
"Only dead people, you say?" I asked, leaning in towards Ron.
"Yeah. But I'm no genius. I'm just guessing." he replied.
"Did you want to visit it?" Harry asked me.
"Well.. no. Not like that I meant!" I added quickly at the look on his face, "what I mean is, that maybe going to that mirror is bad news. I mean, seeing your dead parents there.. It's probably there for good reason."
They both looked at me, confused. I sighed, before adding on, "It's just that, maybe that mirror is placed for something else. Don't you think it's a bit.. I don't know, sketchy? A mirror that shows your family that you've never known in some random corridor of a Wizarding school? That doesn't mean you can't be intrigued! Of course you can, you have every right! But still.."
"You're not wrong, but it's a harmless piece of glass." Ron told me, just before turning to Harry, "have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"
"Are you all right?" said Ron. "You look odd."
"I'm fine." he replied.
I raised a brow at him. I knew he was lying. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together, plus Harry was a horrible liar.
"I'll accompany you. We both will, won't we Ron?" I said, in an attempt to cheer him up.
"Yeah!"
We took Harry's invisibility cloak and started retracing his steps from the library, this wasn't getting us anywhere though.
"I'm freezing," said Ron. "Let's forget it and go back."
"No!" Harry hissed. "I know it's here somewhere."
Harry suddenly spotted it.
"It's here -- just here -- yes!"
We pushed the door open. Harry dropped the cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror.
"See?" Harry whispered.
"I can't see anything."
"Look! Look at them all... there are loads of them..."
"I can only see you."
"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am."
Harry stepped aside, but with Ron in front of the mirror, he couldn't see his family anymore, just Ron in his paisley pajamas.
Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image.
"Look at me!" he said.
"Can you see all your family standing around you?"
"No -- I'm alone -- but I'm different -- I look older -- and I'm head boy!"
"What?"
"I am -- I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to -- and I'm holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup -- I'm Quidditch captain, too."
Ron tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry.
"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"
"How can it? All my family are dead --"
"Wait a second." I whisper yelled, "you can see your parents and you can see yourself holding the Quiddich cup.."
"Yeah, so?"
"So, this can't tell the future. That's obvious. Harry's parents are dead and you don't play Quiddich, do you?"
"You take a look, go on. I want to know what you see." Ron said, lightly pushing me towards the mirror.
I stood infront my mouth open wide. My mum, with the same (e/c) as mine, only they were glowing. Bright, like a lantern in the night. She had (h/c) hair as she smiled at me. Next to her stood a man, he was smiling too. He had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. I can see where I got some of my facial features from. I tore my eyes away from the mirror.
"I can see my parents. Just my parents." I told them, excitedly.
"You can't see your extended family?" Harry asked, curiously.
I turned back to the mirror again.
"Nope, just my family. She's got.. bright (e/c) eyes. They're really bright."
"So what do you think this means? What does it show?" Ron asked.
I moved out of the spot in front of the mirror.
"I'm not sure but I'm going back to bed. This is sketchy."
"Let me have another look--" said Harry, to Ron.
"You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time."
"You're only holding the Quidditch cup, what's interesting about that? I want to see my parents."
"Don't push me--"
A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion.
"Quick!"
Ron threw the cloak back over us as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. We stood still, thinking the same thing -- did the cloak work on cats?
"This isn't safe -- she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on."
And Ron pulled Harry out of the room.
The snow still hadn't melted the next morning.
Me and Ron were exchanging chocolate frog cards. I turned to see Harry, staring into space.
"Ron.." I said, rather quietly.
He looked up at me as I tilted my head towards Harry's direction.
"I got it." he said, getting up from his seat and walking towards Harry.
I smiled at him, looking back down and fiddling with the cards.
He came back looking upset and just shook his head that told me Harry wasn't going to listen. I sighed and just went back to talking with Ron.
This has been the longest chapter yet.. I think. Anyways, good bye! :)
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