AN: Just a few one shots of popular and unpopular pairings with Harry. If you have any requests please let me know. I'm keeping this to Hogwarts students though.
I had to delete the original version of this so I'm sorry to those who was following this story. I hope you'll be able to find it again.
Disclaimer: I don't own blah blah blah we all know I don't. *Cry's in the corner.*
Any who I really hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes in advance.
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Harry and Luna:
Harry Potter was laying down on his bed in his dormitory surrounded by his four roommates who were currently sleeping peacefully. He however had been lying awake for hours, for upon the clock striking midnight his mind would not fog over and go to sleep. Of course he knew why but it was stressful to say the least.
The date was the eighteenth of September. Nothing technically was important about the date as per say but for Harry it was. It had been officially three months on the dot since his Godfather had been killed.
Since he had gotten him killed.
The tight knot that tugged viciously in his chest every time he thought about Sirius or that fateful night had begun to loosen ever so slightly but even now, it still made him feel sick.
Harry many times since his third year at Hogwarts had dreamed of so many things that he wanted to do with Sirius once he was officially a free man. He imagined he would go to quidditch games with him, learn how to become an animagus and listen to his stories of being a Marauder with his father and Remus but none of that would happen now.
Sirius's death had felt like someone had slashed opened his chest and ripped out his heart but it didn't matter who killed him or who tricked him. Harry knew he would always be responsible for his godfathers death. It didn't matter how many times his two best friends Ron and Hermione would tell him it wasn't his fault, that he was not to blame because he knew it wasn't true.
He knew his friends were just trying to make him feel better because that's what friends were supposed to do.
As he thought about his friends, the knot in his chest tightened.
He thought about how he had led his friends into battle and had almost gotten them killed. He of course had told them that they should stay at Hogwarts but they point blank refused and had journeyed with him into the heart of the ministry of magic. Although he felt guilty for what happened to them he was glad they were with him because he did not know what would have happened to him if they weren't there but most likely it would have ended in his horrific death too.
He heard a heavy snore emerge from his left. He since long knew the difference between each of his roommates snores with Dean being the lightest sleeper and Ron being the heaviest. He lifted his head to look over at his red headed friend. Ron stirred for a second before turning on his side and letting out another giant snore.
Harry smiled despite of his current feelings.
His mind wondered back to the department of mysteries and clashed with his thoughts of Ron. He remembered the brains wrapping their ugly tentacles around a very confused Ron and how they had left large welts over his arms that he was almost proud to show the scarring.
Hermione was less than impressed with his attitude towards the situation but also very concerned that they would not be leaving his body anytime soon. He then remembered the purple curse that hit Hermione square in the chest knocking her out cold.
He remembered the sheer deep dreaded fear he had felt when he saw her lying there stone cold wondering if she was dead or not. He had thank god that Neville was there, although he was equally just as terrified and had been hurt just as bad there was a sort of strength that took hold of him that night that not even Harry himself had.
He stayed strong and defiant. He wondered to himself why Neville wasn't the chosen one as he looked over at the sleeping boy on his back and mouth wide open deep in slumber but felt immediately guilty for thinking like that. He couldn't imagine Neville having to go through the pain that he himself had gone through. He didn't want him to go through any whatsoever.
He sighed to himself and turned to his side and close his eyes as he tried to go to sleep.
His thoughts also wondered to Ginny and Luna.
To say Ginny was an impressive and skilled witch was an understatement. She had shown such fierce skill in her duelling during the DA meetings. He was sure she would make an amazing Auror. It was something she was made for but in the battle they had been separated and when he found the others she had a broken her ankle and looked so frail and in pain.
It didn't matter that he was only a year older than her but in his mind Ginny would always be the young girl, he had saved in the chamber of secrets. Seeing her in pain, deep down had hurt him. Mr and Mrs Weasley had always told the Weasley boys to look after Ginny and by some extent Harry had felt that he should too, yet it was his foolish actions and hero complex that had almost led her to her death.
It was a mystery to him why the death eaters predominantly stuck to minor curses at least when it came to the others but thank God that Ginny had only been stunned. He couldn't imagine the anguish he would go through when facing an distraught or angry Mrs Weasley knowing he had gotten her only daughter killed.
Finally there was Luna.
He remembered Luna the dreamy girl who he thought was strange at times, the girl who barely knew him but told him that she believed him. The girl who had stripped herself from the protective walls of Hogwarts and followed him to London full well knowing that the threat of danger was very prominent but she had still come and fought along side him brilliantly. She had protected Ron and Ginny. Fought until she was one of the last standing.
Luna was fascinating, odd but fascinating. Harry remembered to himself how even in the ministry she almost seemed unfazed by the events around her. She had a calm poise whilst in the midst of battle and had shown true bravery especially for a non Gryffindor.
What he adored most about Luna though was her insight. Harry greatly loved his best friends and his appreciation had grown much more for Ginny and Neville in particular as the DA meetings had progressed but during his worst year at Hogwarts, Harry felt as though Luna was one of the few people who had truly understood how he was feeling. She didn't question his thoughts or feelings but just accepted them and would give him insight he would never think about if it were not pointed out to him.
Harry supposed that's why she was in Ravenclaw because she was wise. Not Hermione wise but a unique wise and a brilliant wise too.
A strange feeling that Harry couldn't quite pin point erupted in his chest. It was warm and tingly but more importantly it was ebbing away at the nauseous feeling that had been bubbling in his throat and stomach. He assumed that he was feeling a great gratitude for Luna. He assumed that she had found a place as one of his closest friends.
It was strange to think that the girl he had met only a year ago who had made him feel very uncomfortable at times was now someone he cared about greatly. The only girl who actually could give him some sort of comfort after the death of his Godfather.
Suddenly the image of Sirius being hit with the killing curse came rushing back to his mind. He saw Sirius standing there with a look of disbelief prominent on his face before falling through the veil as his eyes became void. He saw the smug look of Bellatrix Lestrange, proud of her kill as she fled the scene. Then other images came rushing back to him. Neville twitching under Bellatrix's wand. Ginny's terrified screams over Ron. Voldemort roaming inside his head and making him beg for death and Luna being stunned by a death eater and violently flung across the room.
Harry shot upright. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to breath slowly. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had seen all these memories for the last three months but the last memory made him feel outraged.
He opened his eyes slowly and looked around the dark dormitory. Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean were all still fast asleep unaware of the raven haired teens emotional turmoil. It was too much right now. The images flooding his mind, reliving that awful night. He suddenly felt extremely hot and felt like his head was going to explode. He removed his shirt and buried his face into it for several moments. He wiped away the beads of sweat that was forming on his forehead but that did nothing to distinguish the overwhelming heat that was taking over his body.
He needed air. He quickly pushed the covers off of him and swung legs over his bed and placed his feet into a pair of trainers. He lifted his trunk slowly and reached for his invisibility cloak. He was about to reach for his shirt but decided against it. He silently crept out of the room and made his way into the empty common room under the cloak. He still felt hot so he decided that perhaps the castle would feel more cooler as the season was Autumn. He walked over to the portrait and stepped out much to the annoyance of the sleeping fat lady.
He took a deep breath of relief, the castle although not cold but definitely had a slight chill in the air that felt heavenly for Harry. He decided that he would find a spot and sit for a little while just until he was cool. Although he was under his cloak he did not want to chance a run in with Filch and Mrs Norris or Peeves especially as realised he had not brought the map but he felt that it was just a painful reminder of Sirius so he decided to go to the one place he was sure he would feel a bit better. The only place where he had found some temporary joy in the midst of the chaos last year.
The Room of Requirement.
Harry silently tiptoed his way to the seventh floor clutching the cloak tight around him trying to think of all the happy memories he could muster. Finally he came across the wall that held the secret entrance to the room of requirement. He closed his eyes not sure exactly what he was in need of but willing that the room might know just what he wanted.
The door suddenly appeared and he pushed it open very softly. To Harry's surprise he realised he was not alone. As he stepped fully into the room he noticed a figure with their back to him standing in the corner of the room staring out of an open window. Although the room was in complete darkness other than minor light from the window Harry could tell that the walls were a sickly bright green and there was a long bright yellow sofa with a multicoloured fluffy carpet on the floor in front of it. They both sat in the middle of the room and nothing else.
He looked back at the figure who clearly was in deep thought as they did not hear the door open.
Harry noticed that he felt much cooler and the troubling thoughts for the moment were gone. He decided he wouldn't disturb the figure in the corner. He did silently wonder who it was. As far as Harry was aware not many people at Hogwarts knew that this room existed and the room as he had found out last year chose who could occupy it.
He wondered if someone from the DA was in the room. He couldn't see the figure properly as the room was dark and the cloak blurred his vision slightly. He stood there for several moments waiting to see if they would turn around or realise there was another presence in the room but the figure didn't and just continued to stare out the window.
To Harry's surprise and a delight a silent yawn protruded his mouth and he knew it was time to go. He turned around as quiet as a mouse and was about to leave when he heard the smallest sniffle escape the lips of the figure in the room.
He turned back round to see that the figure was still staring out of the window. Harry couldn't see the figure moving to indicate they was upset but he had heard the quiet sniffle and knew that this person was definitely in some type of pain. He wondered to himself if he should go over and see if they were ok but thought against it. They would probably be very upset that he had interrupted them.
He made up his mind for the third time and once again was about to turn around but as he did he stepped on the hem of his cloak and almost fell flat on his face, It was only due to his quick reflexes from years of quidditch practice why he had managed to stay up right and his years of facing danger that kept him extremely quiet whilst balancing himself up right however his reflexes were not quick enough to catch his falling wand and it clattered on the floor louder than necessary and annoyingly rolled out from under the cloak.
Harry silently cursed and stayed exceedingly still as the figure turned around.
"Hello? Who's there?" The figure asked in delicate dreamy voice.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. He knew that voice. He couldn't see her but he knew her voice anywhere. Instantly the warm and tingly feeling he had felt earlier was rising in his chest again and as if on cue as though the room of requirement knew exactly what he was thinking, a long shard of moonlight appeared in the room lighting up the figure.
There she was. Luna Lovegood. Glistening in the bright moonlight. It was a rather fitting glow as her name matched the setting. Harry's breath hitched in his chest. Her golden curls laid over her shoulder as she looked delicately around trying to pin point the noise she had just heard. Her silver eyes sparkled in the light. Harry noted that although Luna wasn't opposed to wearing normal clothes as per say she did usually have a stand out item of clothing or accessory that would appear odder than usual to most but tonight she simply wore pale blue three quarter bottoms and a flowery patterned white top. She looked like a very normal fifteen year old girl.
However he did notice that she was not wearing shoes, like last year in the forbidden forest. He smiled to himself.
Luna's eyes danced around the room again. Although many thought she was mad she knew she had heard something. She was about to assume that it was Nargles when her eyes in the light came across a glint of brown on the floor. She moved forward and realised a wand was lying on the floor. She knew whose wand this was. She had seen it cast many spells in her fourth year. She glanced around the room again and of course could see no one. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her spectrespecs. She put them on and instantly a few feet in front of her was a swarm of Wrackspurts.
"Hello Harry Potter." She said in a pleasant dreamy voice.
Harry froze in shock. How did she know? He thought about not moving for a second but Luna was still looking directly at him. He sighed to himself. He removed his cloak from around himself and she removed her strange looking glasses. Harry instantly started his explanation.
"I'm sorry Luna, I wasn't trying to spy on you or anything like that. Please don't be mad I just needed some space and then I came here and you were…." He trailed off as he noted her gorgeous smile but the smile did not reach her eyes. Harry could now see her properly and noticed that she had dry tear stains down her pale face and her eyes were incredibly glossy.
"Luna are you alright?" He asked gently.
"As alright as one can be." She said softly almost unfazed by the fact that she had been crying.
"But Luna you're crying." Harry retorted.
"I'm not sad. People often relate tears to upsetting emotions but I'm not sad." She said soothingly.
"Then why are you crying? If you don't mind me asking." He added hastily.
"Not at all Harry. It's the anniversary of my mother's death you see. I was a celebrating her life and the time I had with her. Mother always said that being dead was nothing to be upset about. She said to think of it as just a new lease on life. The next stage. Being dead may not be living but it's a stage of life in this world so it's a new start for souls of the dead. She always used to say that it was more likely that the dead had it better than the living anyway and that more people would need to see it from that kind of perspective to truly accept that someone they love or cared about was gone. My mother taught me that when I was extremely young so when she died although it hurt A lot, I was able to celebrate her life more quickly instead of mourn it." She said dreamily, her silver eyes staring lightly into Harry's emerald orbs.
Harry remembered the story Luna had told him about her mother and how a failed experiment had killed her. He sympathised with her greatly. There was one thing not knowing your parents but to have nine years with one of them and for them to be ripped away from you couldn't be easy and yet Luna had found the strength from deep within to celebrate her mother's life. To appreciate what she had instead grieve what she had lost.
Harry wished solemnly that he too could find the strength to celebrate the precious moments he had with Sirius but could not bring himself to do it.
"I didn't know about the date. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone." He said dejectedly. He didn't want to return to the common room and think about Sirius but he felt he should respect Luna's celebration time. He quickly picked up his wand and cloak and was about to leave when Luna grabbed his arm to stop him. He felt a small shiver run through his entire body. Her touch was incredibly delicate and warm.
"Harry it's obvious you came here for a reason. My guess is you're still going through your own grief. You stay. I've been here long enough and it is a school night. I should probably get back to my dormitory." She said with a smile and began to walk towards the door. It was Harry's turn to grab Luna.
"Please don't go." He asked silently cursing at how pathetic he sounded.
"Ok Harry." She said softly. He released his grip from her arm but she then took his hand and led him to the long yellow sofa and sat down and he sat down next to her. He couldn't help but feel the tingly feeling again as her leg brushed against his.
He ran his hand across the comfy sofa which was comforting for some reason. He couldn't think of what to say but he could tell Luna was watching him from the corner of his eye. He began looking at his feet, nervousness getting the better of him.
What was he so nervous about?
He noticed Luna's bare feet twirling on the comfy multicoloured looking carpet and his curiosity peaked him.
"Luna. Can I ask you a question?" He said in a small voice as he turned to her. Her silver eyes looked mystical in the moonlight.
"Of course Harry." She said with a warm smile.
"Why is the room like this? I mean why Green? Why the couch and Capet but nothing else? oh and the window too?" He asked hoping the question wasn't too forward.
"When I was little my father and I would put on shows for my mother. Although this isn't the real couch but when we did she would always sit on the yellow one. It was her mother's couch and she passed it down to her. She called it Lucky Low. Gran told us about the couch and how in every generation of Pruden witch or wizard that owned the couch had something amazing happen to them on it. For my mother it was father proposing whilst she was sitting on it and he had bent down on the carpet beneath us and proposed with Grans engagement ring. Green was her favourite colour because she was a Herbologist and finally the window was because mother loved moonlight. She would stare out of her window when she was young and just look at the moon for hours on end. It was nice to just remember all the memories." She said looking into her own lap.
"That's beautiful. Does that mean you own the couch now?" Harry asked in a very sad voice.
"Yes. When mum died, daddy wanted to throw it away because it was too painful but he couldn't bare to get rid of it. It was another way to stay close to her and to keep a family tradition." She said in an almost distant voice.
Harry all of sudden remembered why he had come to the room of requirement in the first place. The tight knots were forming in his chest again at the subject of death and with all his might he stopped himself from letting out a choked sob so he shut his eyes tightly.
Luna who had turned to look at Harry noticed this and placed her hand on his thigh.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked gently tracing her fingers across his leg comfortingly.
Harry tried to speak but found that he couldn't find the words. He just shook his head and looked down into his lap annoyed at his inability to control his emotions.
"It's ok Harry. It's normal to feel grief for someone you've lost and cared about but remember Harry, He'll always be here." She said whilst placing her other hand on his heart.
An enormous swell of gratitude flooded him instantly. She hadn't told him not to grieve or that it wasn't his fault but to always hold Sirius dear to him. He had heard that statement plenty of times before but it didn't mean that much coming from other people but strangely it did mean something coming from Luna. Her saying it made it feel true. He was sure he would never get over Sirius's death but he knew she was right.
He looked up at her, his eyes on the verge of tears but he smiled. Not a smile of momentary laughter or brief gratitude but a smile of genuine Happiness. Something he hadn't felt in the last three months since the night Sirius had died.
Luna smiled. She could see that her words had gotten through to him. She couldn't help but feel a strange surge of emotion run through her as Harry's emeralds eyes bored into her own.
She noticed that her hand was still on his chest which she now noticed was bare.
"Harry?" She asked slightly blushing as she removed her hand.
"Yes Luna." He said evenly.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" She said in her usual dreamy voice but a hint shyness crept into it.
"Oh um, I was really hot and needed to cool down." He said blushing furiously hoping Luna didn't notice.
"I see. Are you cool now?" She said in an amused voice.
"Not exactly." He said noting their close proximity.
"Is that because of me?" She asked casually but it made Harry's heart do summersaults in his chest.
"What would make you think that?" He said looking every other direction but hers.
"Because of this."
Harry had turned to look at her and before he could utter a word Luna had taken her two hands, one gently cupped his face and the other nestled its way into his messy hair. Harry simply froze unable to process what was happening. His heart was racing. Luna brought her face towards Harry's and softly pressed her lips onto his.
It was like fireworks were going off inside his head. Luna's lips felt magical against his own. They were warm and delicate and they made him feel ecstatic. He knew he needed more. He gently gripped her face and kissed her back passionately. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip to gain access into her mouth. Luna complied and Harry and Luna's tongues collided and the two began a passionate intertwined dance with each other, both exploring the others mouth, taking in the others flavours.
Luna began to gently tug on Harry's messy locks which caused the raven haired teen to moan.
His head began to spin. He felt the butterflies rise in his stomach. He felt the heat in his cheeks rise too.
Suddenly Luna broke the kiss. Harry pulled back too. He was panting heavily but he couldn't help but have a goofy grin plastered on his face however his smile dropped when he saw that Luna was clearly unfazed by the heavy make out session that had just ensued.
'Oh god. She was just being nice. She hated it.' He thought to himself.
"Um…..Luna….I…."
"Breath Harry." Luna said in her usual dreamy voice.
He stopped talking and took a few more minutes to regain his breath. When he felt certain he could speak. He found he had become nervous and fidgety.
He turned to Luna who was staring at him with a peculiar look on her face. He wasn't sure what to make of the look so looked back down into his lap. For several moments there was complete silence that he wondered if Luna could hear the thumping of his beating heart.
Finally Luna broke the silence.
"You're a good kisser Harry." She said softly.
"Thanks. You are too." He said blushing once again.
"It's a shame really ." She said slowly.
"What's a shame?" He said looking at her in confusion.
She looked at him with a dazzling smile and mischievous glint took place in her eye before she closed the space between them once more and gave Harry soft but passionate kiss that lingered on his lips. She once again broke the kiss but didn't pull back this time and kept her face only inches away from his.
He felt the warm feeling spreading through his entire body like fire once more that he literally forgot her words from only seconds ago.
This was rectified however when she moved her lips towards his ear and whispered to him.
"That this is just a dream." She said in a mischievous tone.
Harry jerked his face to look at hers. He had surely not heard her correctly. This couldn't be a dream. It felt too real.
"What?" He uttered out in confusion.
Harry heard a loud slamming noise that cause him to jump. He looked around the room and suddenly the room of requirement walls were beginning to morph in between Green and brown. He looked back at Luna.
Luna simply just smiled and before Harry could say another word she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
The moonlight disappeared as dazzling rays of blinding sunshine took over the room. He instantly covered his eyes as fumbled around looking for his glasses.
"Wuzzgoinon?"
"We didn't know you were here already!" said a loud and excited voice, and he received a sharp blow to the top of the head.
"Ron, don't hit him!" said a girl's voice reproachfully.
Harry's hand found his glasses and he shoved them on, though the light was so bright he could hardly see anyway. A long, looming shadow quivered in front of him for a moment; he blinked and Ron Weasley came into focus, grinning down at him.
"All right?"
"Never been better," said Harry, rubbing the top of his head and slumping back onto his pillows. "You?"
"Not bad," said Ron, pulling over a cardboard box and sitting on it. "When did you get here? Mum's only just told us!"
"About one o'clock this morning."
Ron Launched questions at Harry who did his best to answer whilst attempting to rub sleep out his eyes.
Hermione had joined in the conversation and after a few visits from Ginny, Fluer and Mrs Weasley, Harry found himself not listening to the conversation much. He kept on thinking about his dream.
He realised that that the date was the eighteenth of August so he realised why thoughts of Sirius had entered his dreams not that they hadn't been during his entire stay at Privet Drive but at least he could make sense of the first part of his dream but second was confusing.
Why it was confusing, he wasn't sure as it was rather obvious what had taken place in the dream. He was in the room of requirement making out with Luna Lovegood. Much like his first kiss with Cho Chang only it was much more exhilarating and wasn't wet and although Harry remembered the excitement he felt of having the kiss, it paled in comparison to the passionate kiss he had shared with dream Luna.
He wondered why he had these feelings. Was this feelings? Feelings he was experiencing for Luna?
He thought about how he had felt about Cho and again the feelings he had felt for the Ravenclaw girl was nothing compared to the warmth he had felt in his dream. He thought about Luna tracing her fingers on his thigh and placing her hand on his heart and the overwhelming happiness he had felt at her needed advice about Sirius.
The dream suddenly made sense to him. Two months had passed since Sirius's death and the only person who gave him any form of comfort when it had happened was Luna. Not to say that none of his other friends hadn't because they had and he would make sure to show his gratitude to all of them but none of them could comfort her the way she could.
Even the anecdote about her mother's beliefs on death which he was unsure if they were true or not but still they had made him want to appreciate the happy memories he had shared with Sirius then grieve over his loss anymore
It was clear to Harry that he was subconsciously pining for that comfort once again, so much that he was even shirtless. He felt his cheeks burn at the thought of what could have happened further if Ron and Hermione had not disturbed his slumber.
"You alright mate?" Said the red head who was now eyeing Harry with concern.
"Huh?" Harry said coming out of his daze. He saw both Ron and Hermione looking at him expectantly.
"Are you alright? You sort of just zoned out on us. It's not your scar is it?" Ron asked worried.
Harry looked over to Hermione who was analysing his every move but concern was very evident in her eyes.
"Nah just thinking about something."Said Harry with a small smile.
"Something good?" Ron asked.
"Something great." Harry said back whilst his eyes glistened.
The trio continued to talk more about Dumbledore, the prophecy and eventually owls which caused Hermione to sprint downstairs to see if their results had come.
"Absolute nutter that one is." Ron said whilst shaking his head after the running girl. He soon followed after her allowing Harry to get washed and changed.
As he was about to close his trunk he saw his photo album stashed at the bottom and couldn't help but pick it up from under the pile of mashed up clothes and stuff, that he flung into his trunk instead of neatly packing.
He flicked through the pages and stopped on the last two occupied pages. On the left was the picture Sirius had given him of the original order of Phoenix. He traced his finger across his parents before he let it settle over Sirius. He looked at him smiling alongside his parents and Remus.
A different kind of warm feeling spread through him. He truly felt happy that even though three out of the four wizards that stood together in the front this picture were no longer with him, he stillfelt happy that they were smiling. That he had a picture of them to remember them happy.
He looked over to the right side picture. It was a picture that Colin Creevey had taken of the DA. He scanned the picture until his eyes came across Luna who wasn't hard to find with her long blonde curly hair, strange cork necklace and bizarre plum earrings.
He stared at the smiling witch and let the tingly sensation take over him.
He glanced back at Sirius before looking back to Luna.
"Thank you Luna." He said quietly to the picture.
He closed the photo album and put it back into the trunk. He then picked up the breakfast tray that had been brought to him by Fluer. He thought about the kisses she had planted on him when greeting him and he had flushed but he couldn't help now but picture Luna being the one to place those kisses on his cheek and a maybe even place a real one his lips.
"Oi. You coming mate?" Ron said who had come back to collect Harry. "Owl results are here."
"Yeah coming." Harry said.
He pushed the lid of his trunk closed and walked out of Fred and George's old room with Ron to the kitchen, nervous and excited. He was nervous for what possible results he could of received but found that he was rather hopeful and excited about the new feelings he felt for one Luna Lovegood.
He had felt better than he had in a long while. It felt refreshing. Harry let a wide smile grace his face. One that did not go unnoticed by his red headed friend.
"That great thing must be really great huh?" Ron said happy to see Harry smiling for a change.
"Yep." Harry said, his smile growing wider.
"You gonna tell me or make me guess?" Ron said smiling back.
"Later. Let's go get our results mate." Harry said optimistically whilst flinging his arm over Ron's shoulder.
Ron raised an eyebrow at Harry's sudden change of mood but shrugged his shoulders. A happy Harry was always the best Harry in his opinion. An angry Harry usually was quite terrifying. He'd of course never tell him that but as long as Harry was happy, than he was too and with that the boys made their way downstairs, feeling better than they had in a long while.
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