The Death's Raven Chapter-5
The Silvery Eyes
Author's Note- Welcome back, guys, to the new Chapter, the story is preceded in this chapter. Hope you like it.
Summary- Harry Potter has just entered the Wizarding World, but why is he hearing the name 'Peverell' so often? What is his relationship with the 'Peverell?' Is it greater than the relationship of Descendant and Ancestor? ...Perhaps...(Rewrite Of 'The Sole Heir Of Peverell') -Fanon.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter.
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Firstly I know that I am late, and I have pretty solid reasons for that, read the Author's Note below, and you would get to know why I am late.
If you are new to my content, do try to read my other story The Warrior's Way, it has very bad grammar but I am trying to improve it.
There's a message, in the way a person treats you. Just listen…
After the night, Harry was thrilled a little, not that he would ever admit it. He was very busy after that night. Firstly, he was the Teacher's assistant in Charms, Transfigurations, Potions, and Defense. He did not want to become Quirell's assistant, after all, who wanted to become the assistant of that man.
When Harry told Ashley, she quickly leaped up to him and hugged him. It was a weird feeling, but he put an arm around her, he was able to see a mischievous glint in Megan's eyes. Why? He still did not know the answer and did not plan to find it either.
He had befriended -or more like acquainted- with Terry Boot. The boy was humourful and had a playful persona. The Boots were another ancient and noble house. The most recognizable was Chadwick Boot, one of the co-founders of Ilvermorny.
Ilvermorny was a magical school in America, so it was something like American Hogwarts.
For most of the part, first years were awed by Harry, with exception of a blonde ponce whose name Harry did not bother to learn. Some of them protested against the biased education that was given to two of them, but Dumbledore quickly shut them. Fifth years, along with sixth and seventh years did not care, and neither bothered to care. Harry thought they were too busy in their NEWTs and OWLs that they did not have time to waste.
Though the second years, third years, and fourth years protested widely, after all, they did not get a head-start, so why would they let anyone else have any right?
The same psychology applied to Muggles too. It was human nature that they were jealous that they did not have that thing. All of them were trying to compete with him which annoyed him the most.
When Harry brought books to his table, they were sending him glances much to his hatred. Harry found that the Wizarding World's people were no different from the muggle ones. The same jealousy, the same envy, the same arrogance, and the same hatred.
It... It made him sick of them.
He also was spending more time with Ashley, Megan, and Terry. In fact, they were so close that they were spending time on his time, and continually barging him in his work.
Harry also saw a bushy-haired girl, named Hermione Granger that they had met on the train, getting to know him. She was curious like Harry.
But both were completely different.
Where Harry believed in practical methods, she only believed in the academic method. Harry also took great notice of her, she got the spell right after a few tries. She had intense determination, and a constant will to improve. If she could leave this personality, she certainly would be a great witch in the future.
Neville Longbottom was another person, he was observing intently. So far, he did not see anything weird or great in him. He was a meek boy with a small group of friends. He only looked forward to Defense Against Dark Arts and was only good at it. In the rest of the subjects, he was adequate.
There was another boy, Seamus Finnigan. The boy had a notorious talent for blasting his spells. The boy was still missing an eyebrow after he tried to convert water into rum. It was pretty fun to watch his spell if Harry was being honest.
Shaking his memories, Harry focused on Flitwick who was now going to teach a levitating charm, it was boring for him and Ashley to watch. Harry could see in those sapphire orbs that she was seeking something thrilling, not something easy.
Nevertheless, he focused on what Flitwick was saying, "The Levitation Charm is one of the first spells learned by any young witch or wizard. With the charm, a witch or wizard can make things fly with the flick of a wand. The charm is an excellent test of your magical skills, wand control, and above all, patience. Now, Mister Potter, Miss Ashford can you please perform them in front of the class."
They both shrugged. Taking out their wands, they focused on the spell before waving and levitating the feather. The class clapped at them, it was nothing new.
"Excellent, both of you. Ten Points to Ravenclaw and Peverell." Flitwick squeaked out. Ashley thanked him. When Harry did not say anything, Ashley nudged him. Awaked by the nudge, and the class' chuckles, Harry inclined his head. Flitwick bowed back, but his bow was deeper.
After Flitwick assigned them to do the spell, Harry was bored. Ashley was yawning too. Harry nudged her, she looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He just winked at her and retrieved his wand from the holster. She was looking at him questioningly but he ignored her. Harry pointed his wand at Flitwick, her eyes widened in shock, but before she could say anything, Flitwick was levitated 4 meters above the ground.
Flitwick squeaked out in shock and looked around. When he saw Harry, Harry just winked at him. The class roared laughter, Ashley giggled too. "10 points to Peverell for the spellwork," Flitwick squeaked as Harry landed him on the books he was standing on. Harry winked again and went to sleep.
Boom!
And again, Seamus Finnigan had blown his face. The class laughed at him, but one thing Harry had to admit. The boy was persistent. His eyes were drawn to Hermione who was sitting next to Weasley. When Hermione told him how to pronounce, he began ranting at her that she could not do the spell herself.
Hermione flicked her wand and the feather began to levitate a few inches above, leaving a sour Weasley and a thoroughly satisfied Granger. It was after some time when Flitwick noticed Hermione and praised her.
Harry was quite amused to see that Weasley's face now had the hue as his head. Red.
The bell rang. Harry grabbed his and Ashley's bag and began to go to the next class which was of the supposedly toughest, Transfiguration.
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International Dueling Championship or more commonly known as IDC was held every year in France on 2nd August. There were two categories for the Championship- U-13, and U-17. Only ages 11 to 13 years could participate in the U-13 tournament. The same went for U-14. only children from 14 years to 17 years of age would participate.
And Harry Potter's eyes were fixed on the tournament.
He was sitting on the chairs in the library, reading the Guide Book on 'Dueling.'
Rampaging through the pages of the Guidebook, he finally found the introduction of the Dueling. There were around 30 content overview pages. The introduction page contained two men clashing their wands' spells.
The Art Of Duling.
A Wizard's duel is a formal practice in wizarding culture in which two or more wizards or witches engage in combat under the condition that only magical means can be used. The combatants faced each other and bow, as a sign of respect, before they placed themselves in an accepted combative position and, at the count of three, attempted to disarm, stun, injure, defeat, or kill each other in order to force submission, and thus a winner will be decided.
While many consider Dueling a sport, it is an art. The way you duel, the spell you use, how fast are you, how strong are you. All matters. One must have an intense passion for Dueling and shall have the dedication towards the art.
A duel only starts when the rules are decided. In these rules, people select spell boundation, time boundation, and weapon boundation. Whilst many think that only wands are allowed in a duel, then that is untrue. Duels can contain swords, spears. Bows and almost every weapon.
A referee should be appointed in every duel, whether it is friendly or not. He-
Harry's thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked his head. His Head! He looked up with blazing eyes. She was a female with dark pink-colored hair, a petite figure, and a beautiful smile which stretched across her face. Wearing Hufflepuff robes, she was looking significantly older than him, she was probably a sixth or seven-year. Nevertheless, it did not matter to him.
"Who the hell are you?" He snarled at her.
Taken back by the sudden hostility, she observed him for a quiet time. Her smile faltered for a second before it graced her features again, she raised her in a greeting, "Wotcher, the name's Tonks."
Registering her name for a second, he stared at her dumbly before blandly speaking, "Only Tonks. No first name?!" His voice contained confusion or curiosity.
She reddened a bit in embarrassment, before pouting cutely (Not that it affected Harry), "Does it matter?" She asked him.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, it does."
She stared at him before sighing defeatedly, "My name is Tonks," Harry was about to say something until she continued, "Nymphadora Tonks."
Harry shook her hand firmly, "It is a beautiful name, Ms. Tonks. Based on a star, no less."
She eyed him suspiciously to find any malice and mirth when he was shaking her hand but found none. She jerked a little when she heard his voice again, "My name is Potter. Harry Potter."
She giggled, confusing him, "Why are you giggling?" He asked her.
She shook his head, "You know, you don't have to introduce yourself. After the sorting ceremony, " she answered him.
A short chuckle escaped his lips, "I suppose you are telling the truth." She nodded in agreement. She took a glance at the book he was reading.
"So are you interested in Dueling?" She raised an eyebrow and asked. A short was the only answer. "Why?" She further pressed. Now Harry was intrigued by her curiosity in knowing him.
Deciding not to drive the conversation, he asked her bluntly, "Why are you so interested in me?" He raised an eyebrow for a serious exclamation.
She sighed finally, massaging her temple. Taking the seat nearby, her silver eyes bored into his, "My mum and your mum were best friends before your mum died." She stated. There was no deceit in her voice.
Harry's eyebrows rose significantly, "Really?" There was uncertainty in his voice.
She inclined her hand again in agreement, her lips parted again and words came out of her mouth, "Yeah. Our fathers were best friends too." A little shock could be seen on Harry's face but he hid it well.
"And why are you telling me?" He asked her.
She frowned a little but answered honestly, "Trying to get to know you, of course."
"Really…?" His voice trailed off.
"Yeah." Was the simple reply.
He chuckled, surprising her, he stretched out of his hand, "Well, let's start it from the beginning. My name is Harry Potter, and I am a first-year student."
She grinned at him, and shook his hand, "I am Nymphadora Tonks. A seventh year."
"So, you have to give NEWTs, this year right?"
She nodded her head, "Yeah, it is a lot of pain in the ass to study." She groaned tiredly.
A soft chuckle escaped his mouth due to her crude language, "So, which subject are you taking?" He asked, sitting on the nearby chair.
She put a finger on her chin and thought, "Potions, Defence Against Dark Lord, Charms, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy." She answered after thinking for a few minutes.
"So, which carrier do you want to pursue?"
"Auror." Was the immediate reply.
Harry nodded, it was a respectable job, "Well, I wish you luck."
"Thank you," she swelled up a little. Her pink hair changed into dark blonde.
Harry's eyes widened slightly, "D-did you use a glamour charm?"
Nymphadora shook her head in disagreement. She was a bit surprised that the boy knew about Glamour charm. "So, did you use a color charm on your hair?"
"Nope. I am Metamorphmagus." She stated, twinkling her eyes. Harry gasped a little but then nodded his head, "Quite a skill, you have there. It would certainly help in Auror training."
She nodded. After some time when no one spoke anything, she frowned. Seeing her frown, he questioned her, "What happened?"
"You did not ask me to do anything. Like changing my hair color, or eye color. Or to shift my body to another form," She stated honestly.
He raised an eyebrow, "So?"
"I mean no offense, but when anyone meets me for the first time, they immediately ask me to do everything."
"So, basically, they make you their source of entertainment?"
"Yeah," she admitted sadly.
"Then, it is your fault." He said blandly.
A hurt expression marred her features, "How is this my fault?" Her voice was a near-shout.
"You are the one who is performing if you stop performing then it is not like they could force you to." He pointed out calmly. She looked at him for several moments before sighing, "I suppose, you are right."
"I am always right."
She giggled a bit, before patting his head (much to his annoyance,) "You know, you are different."
He nodded his head, "Yeah."
He was different from them. He was different from the world. His life was never normal, and he did not want it to be.
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If you would say, "Harry Potter loathes Halloween," then, it would be a big understatement. In his mind, Halloween the festival did not make any sense. It was another of the festivals that Shopkeepers use to make fools out of the people, and people as dim-witted they are, become fools. Another reason was- he was never in the mood to celebrate his parent's death anniversary. He may be a sociopath, yet he still yearned for his parents.
Funny you should ask, he thought maybe purebloods would not celebrate, but he was proven wrong when he saw that Albino Slytherin ponce, sitting on his table with a carved pumpkin, I mean. Seriously!.
So, he left the hall and went to the Library to pass his time. He was dressed in White Hoodie, with black track pants, and his usual black trainers. He decided to skip the dinner as the fruit smoothie was more than enough. As usual, he was accompanied by his faithful familiar, Mavis who was perched upon his shoulder.
His relation with Nymphadora (don't call me that!) Tonks had improved vastly. In fact, she had started to call him by the weird nickname 'Pevvy.' He could not comprehend what she meant by it, but if she was enjoying it, then let it be.
After finishing another chapter, he yawned tiredly and began making his way to the Great Hall for the last bit of snack. He was going to the hall from the way of the dungeons as it was shorter than the rest of the one. He walked for about a minute, the environment of the dungeons was the same- damp, cold, and a muddy scent residing.
Soon, his bland expression turned into a frown, when he heard heavy steps, extremely heavy steps with the sounds of the wall's breaking.
"Caw!" Mavis screeched in the direction.
With some hurried steps, he followed the sound, after some time he looked at it and uttered, "A sumo-wrestler?" But after a good lock, it was a lot bigger than a sumo-wrestler. Its face was disgusting too. It was 13 feet tall with a grey body, and a club on his right hand. Its body was not much covered as it was wearing a loincloth, and a small brown shirt which did not cover much of its part. It had long teeth with a brown -whiskered?- mustache. It had bat-like ears and long toes. Again, Harry Potter uttered, "Fuck!"
The troll moved his massive towards Harry and growled, as he raised his club. With lightning speed his wand and spoke, "Bombarda," pointing his wand at the club.
He watched as the vast red ball charged towards the club, and hit. The spell engulfed some part of the Troll's hand too. The Troll growled in agony, and the spell destroyed his club. He glared at him menacingly and began charging towards Harry. Harry sent an overpowered stinging hex on his -ahem- penis. The spell hit the troll at the right place, as the Troll grabbed it and howled in agony. (Just understand what I meant by 'it'!)
Not wanting to give the Troll any time, Harry launched an 'Incendio', at the Troll's thighs, which slightly burned his thighs.
"Obscuro," Harry shouted as he watched a blindfold escape from his wand. Unfortunately, it did not help. Mavis also became alert when she watched Harry firing curses at the vicious. Spreading her wings, she flapped at them as she took the flight.
"Caw," She screeched at the troll. Unbeknownst to them, their eyes turned silver. So silver, that may reflect light rays from them if they were not eyes.
They were pure silver.
A silver streak of silver light appeared on Harry's wand. The silver ran through its silver until it stopped at the tip of his wand, as it manifested itself there.
Mavis started to peck the Troll on its eyes which -much to Harry's surprise- caused much damage. Seeing the effort shown by Mavis, Harry roared, "Reducto."
The spell attached itself to Troll's stomach, and Harry heard a cracking sound. Probably, it had crushed his bone or two, but it did not surprise Harry. He was surprised when he saw that the 'Reducto' was more powerful than the previous one he had practiced.
Harry shouted another curse named 'Confringo' at the Troll's right arm. It was a blasting hex that caused a target to explode. This curse was very dangerous and potentially even lethal. This curse was also popular when it came to dueling. It could create maximum damage, depending on the power of the spell.
The curse shattered the Troll's arm, as its arm was no longer attached with its shoulder blade. The howl of pain that Troll screamed undeniably was the loudest voice Harry had ever heard. He covered his ears to prevent them from exploding. Blood started to drip from the Troll's arm, after a long moment when the Troll's cry finally stopped, Harry pointed his wand at the other arm, and fired another 'Confringo.'
The same effect was seen on its other arm, as the blood started to drip. After a few minutes of cries of agony, they finally collapsed- dead from the huge blood loss!
After Harry came back to his senses, he found himself panting heavily as the sweat poured down his body. Mavis gave another caw before she landed on Harry's shoulder, and nuzzled in the crook of his neck.
He did not notice that his and Mavis' eyes were back to their normal color.
Harry managed a small smile as he scratched her feathers to which she trilled. Harry put his wand in his holster and made his way to the destroyed area. He heard a voice, "Help!"
Harry noticed the voice direction and ran there, Miss Hermione Granger was being crushed by a small rock. Harry's facepalmed and levitated the stone wandlessly. Miss Granger stood up with a sore ankle.
"What happened here?!'
Harry heard McGonagall's worried voice who was accompanied by Snape, Flitwick, Albus Dumbledore, and Professor Quirrell. Before Harry could reply, he was engulfed in a hug. The weight forced him back, but it was not enough to make him fall. When Harry regained his senses, he noticed Ashley was hugging him. He reluctantly put an arm around her waist. When she pulled away, Harry saw a fierce blush around her face. Harry found it amusing.
He was again pulled into a hug, this time it was Tonks. She hugged, taking his crap out, he awkwardly patted her back. She pulled apart, "I was having a beautiful dinner, When I heard that YOU ARE IN DUNGEONS and stumbling path ACROSS a FUCKING troll!"
"Language, Miss Tonks!" McGonagall chastised. Harry chuckled at Tonks' language. He saw Ashley nodding furiously, and he just patted her head to comfort her. He also noticed that Terry and Megan were present there, but what got his attention was that Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas were present.
"I am fine, Nymphadora," Harry teased her by saying her name.
She grumbled, "I have let you call that only this time."
Harry snorted. He was pulled out from his thoughts when he heard the Headmaster's voice, "Mister Potter, what happened here?"
Harry stared at him blandly, then sighed, "Firstly, you people are late. Two students could have died, and you would be blamed for all this, Headmaster." He continued, "Please check, Miss Granger, she was being crushed by debris."
Snape nodded at the moment and began casting several diagnostic charms at the girl. After some time, he finally spoke, "She has broken ankles and broken wrists." He said gravely.
Harry shrugged, "Oh, That's it?" He asked casually. McGonagall gave him a wide-eyed, "What do you mean by 'That's it?" She hissed.
"She could have died, it is far better than dying," he pointed out.
They all gave him a sheepish look, and the Headmaster answered, "I am sorry for your inconvenience, Mister Potter but we tried to come as soon as possible." Harry noticed that Quirell was eyeing him, cryptically, but ignored it.
"Mister Potter, where is the Troll?"
"Oh that oaf, come, come let me guide you." He gestured to them to follow him. They all began to follow until their eyes popped out when they saw the Bloody body of the troll -well, it was bloody- "Mister Potter, how did this happen?" Severus Snape finally found his voice.
"Well, I killed it," Harry said with a shrug.
"Y-you killed i-it?! But i-its a T-troll!" McGonagall stuttered out.
"And, I am Harry Potter." He retorted with a smirk.
"Well, Mister Potter, you have made quite a mess," Flitwick said, amazed and horrified at seeing a dead mountain troll.
"Mister Potter, can you please give an overview of how you killed the Troll?" Dumbledore questioned, still flummoxed. (Hey! I learned a new word.)
Harry slowly nodded, "Well, I was in the library, being the usual bookworm I am-"
"And why were you not in the Great Hall, for the Halloween feast?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.
This pissed him off, "Well, I don't like celebrating my parent's Death Anniversary." He said snarkily with a cold glare.
Silence.
Pure Silence, no sounds were made. Harry could hear the heartbeat and breath of every single one of them. Harry glared, still was not gone. McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape turned pale as a sheet. Dumbledore lost his twinkle, only Quirrell was the one who kept his composure. His friends or...acquaintances… were silent, and unmoving. After some moments which felt like an eternity, Dumbledore coughed, "Mister Potter, I am sorry, Professor Snape meant no harm, but please continue."
Harry slowly nodded before he started again, "None taken. Well, where was I? Yeah, I left the library and heard a shattering voice. So let's skip it would be boring. So, when Troll saw me, I sent Bombarda at his, you know, the club which is lying there." He pointed to the club, many of them gave him an appraising look, "After that, I sent a stinging hex which hit at his dick, and he howled in agony..." Snape snorted, "Then, I fired an Incendio at his thighs, as you can see they are burned. Then, I sent a Reducto to its stomach, which broke its bones. After that, my special move was Confringo. I fired it at his shoulder blade, and it was destroyed. Then I did the same on the other, and he collapsed- dead due to blood loss, and that is it."
"Very well, Mister Potter. I expect you are telling the truth," Dumbledore said, "Also, take fifty points for saving a student's life." He smiled at him, Harry nodded respectfully.
Flitwick was also bouncing, "Indeed, Mister Potter. Please take fifty points from me for advanced spell knowledge," He squeaked out. Harry nodded at him, Flitwick continued, "I must say that you are better than Lily in Charms," He squeaked sadly. Harry smiled morosely at him.
"A-an i-impressive d-display of m-magic. Take f-fifty p-points f-from m-me," Professor Quirrell stuttered out.
When they began to go back to their common room as McGonagall had told them, Harry was stopped by Dumbledore, "Mister Potter, may I ask the last questions?" He asked with sincerity.
"It's not like I could stop you," Harry said sarcastically.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, and he chuckled, "True," he admitted, but then his expression became severe, "Do you feel any guilt by killing the Troll… Mister Potter?" He asked.
No.
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The news throughout the castle, in no time. When Harry entered the next day, the people were staring at him as if they had seen a ghost. But it did not matter to him, and it never did. He lived his life with his own set of morals, and rules. Some people even approached him asking how he had killed the Troll, but with a ferocious 'Caw' they ran away with their tails between their legs.
Surprising Miss Granger had approached him and thanked him, but he brushed her off. He was trying to save his own ass, saving her was a bonus. Though she had tried to talk in lessons in lessons, all she got was a disappointment, as Harry just ignored her. It was not like he hated her but he just did not like her personality.
He had also got an invitation for Christmas Holidays from the Tonks Family.
Harry Potter was sitting on his dining table or house table -say whatever you like- eating his dinner. It was four days after he had defeated the Oaf Troll. Much to his surprise, he was getting a lot of respect from the students, teachers, and even ghosts gave him respect. Damn it! What Else you could ask for.
He was wearing a blue T-shirt, with Black jeans, as usual, his companion, Mavis was perched upon his shoulder. Up till now, he had gotten invitations for Christmas Holidays from Ashley, Terry, and Megan, but he politely declined it. It would be very weird for him to go to somebody else's home. Also, he was a sociopath, so his interaction with new people would be harmful to him.
Taking a piece of raw meat, he fed it to Mavis who trilled in delight. He was pulled out from his thoughts when he saw Tonks coming towards him.
If you would ask him about whose company he had enjoyed the most, yet so far. He would answer, 'Of Tonks' and Ashley's.' If Harry was being truthful, then Tonks would be like his big sister. She was cheerful, bubbly but ruthless, and dangerous at the same time. There was a reason she was going to be an Auror. She was more ruthless and dangerous with a wand. Even everyone in sixth and seventh years gave her respect, because of her skills in that particular department.
Harry waited for her to come near her table. She instantly took a seat near him, and ruffled his hair, "Yo, how is my little Pevvy doing?"
"Same as yesterday," was his bland reply but his eyes were filled with humor.
"Snarky as always, huh?" She asked, he just shrugged in response. She took an apple nearby her, and took a bite, "You know, you have got a lot of reputation after defeating the Troll," She told with her mouth full.
Harry nodded, "It seems so."
After a pregnant silence, Tonks spoke again, "So, how are things with your girlfriend?" She asked, mirth evident in her voice.
Harry sighed, "Tonks, I have told you a million times that I don't have a girlfriend, neither I am dating anyone." He snapped out.
"You don't?!" She blurted out in fake surprise, "Then, who is this Ashford girl?" She added, smirking at him.
"I am not dating Ashley, and never will." He denied vehemently.
"Don't worry, you will date her one day," She explained as she took another bite of an apple.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "And How can you be so sure?" He inquired.
"Because I know my ship 'Hashley' will sail soon," She explained to him, again.
Harry looked confused, "What is this 'Hashley?'" He asked the metamorphmagus.
She took another bite of the apple before she grinned widely at him, "Harry X Ashley." She told him.
"Kill me," He grumbled.
She snorted. Finishing an apple, she gave him a letter, he looked at her for an explanation, "Mum, and Dad sent this letter for you." She sighed.
"Regarding which matter, this letter is about?" He glanced at her who shrugged, "Don't know. Haven't opened it yet."
"I am surprised," he said, earning a playful slap at the back.
Harry opened the sealed letter which was addressed to him.
Dear Mister Potter,
Harry. May I call you that?
I do not know if you know but your mum and I were good friends, back in our school days. When Lily and James died, I wanted to adopt you. We checked you in each and every orphanage but we did not find you.
But after 11 years, my daughter told me that you are friends with her, and I am overwhelmed. I know that I have no right over you, and perhaps never will have, but I would like to invite you to spend your Yuletide with my family and me. Please send a letter for the response.
Love,
Andromeda Tonks.
Harry ended the letter as Tonks looked at him, "So what did the letter say?"
"Apparently, your mum wants me to spend Christmas with you and your family," Harry said with a small smile…
"Really?" Tonks asked, grinning widely. There was childish eagerness in her voice.
Harry nodded, "Yeah." He continued, "And perhaps, I may accept it."
Author's Note- So, firstly I hope that you guys enjoyed this Chapter. Did my best to make this one, it was pretty tough too.
Now, why am I late? Firstly, because of my School. I have a summer vacation in May, which is over now, and online classes have taken over my daytime. Then, because my exams are near, and I need to study hard, really hard. My schedule is also very hectic, I barely get time to write.
But let's not continue my rant.
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