Notes: Surprise! Early chapter. I decided I might as well get this done now so I can dedicate the rest of the weekend solely to studying (ugh). So yeah, I'll try to keep it short. Some of you may have noticed that I uploaded chapter 21 again. This is to correct a few mistakes (thanks False Mirror for noticing).

Also, I stand by what I said. At 200 reviews I'll add an omake (so it'll likely be for chapter 41).

As always thanks for all of the support, though a lot of you will probably try to kill me by the end of this chapter (I apologize in advance for the cliffhanger).

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Chapter 40: Curiosity Killed the Cat

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The following days after the fight between Neville and Zidane were awkward, even for the Golden Trio. Harry never expected such a silly thing to affect them that much, but it turned out that things had a deeper impact on everyone than he originally thought.

After having their injuries healed, and a heavy dose of chastising from McGonagall, both had been sentenced to a week of detention and lost their house fifteen points each. However, things did not improve after that.

The two no longer spoke to each other, doing their best to even avoid sharing the same space. Neville would often leave the dorms early, while Zidane would show up late in the dorms after going Merlin-knew-where every night. The only time they both seemed to be present at, besides class, was lunch break, and even then, there seemed to be an uncomfortable silence over Gryffindor Table.

The only one immune to that silence seemed to be Luna, who apparently took turns spending time with each, and treated the whole thing as if they were only going through a phase. The twins too, seemed to joke around with the whole incident. Knowing them, they´d probably love to see round two, and possibly turn it into an event.

The real problem seemed to be during DA meetings where he'd have to pair off the two with others, or risk starting a new fight. On the plus side, Neville continued to improve in leaps and bounds. Zidane was not bad at all, though he had some trouble controlling the amount of power he put into each spell. He also had the strangest tendency to dodge instead of using his wand to block when practicing defensive spells. In the past few days however, the blonde´s health seemed to steadily get worse, even to the point where Hermione had to physically drag him down to the Hospital Wing during a DA meeting because his constant sneezing kept him from properly casting a shield charm.

Even so, his health didn´t seem to get better, making him wonder if it was because of the sudden change in weather that February brought. Perhaps the weather was too different to what he was accustomed to.

And speaking of February, Harry couldn´t help but feel rather nervous as the days went by until slowly, but surely, reaching the day of the Hogsmeade trip, more importantly, his date with Cho. He´d never really liked Valentine´s Day, his thoughts still lingering on second year when Lockhart actually brought those ´cupids´ to harass students with valentines.

Only now did he realize that this was the first time he was actually on a Valentine´s date with a girl, and that he was also extremely nervous. He wouldn´t have his friends there to support him either. Hermione had insisted he join her afterwards in the Three Broomsticks for whatever surprise she had in store for him, and Ron was actually not going to Hogsmeade at all. He, along with Ginny and Zidane, had all been forced by Angelina to stay behind and practice together.

´At least I got some advice from Zidane, though I am not sure if it will help.´ Harry thought, remembering last night´s conversation. The blonde was popular with the girls, so he thought he´d have some advice.

"Well the first thing you gotta do is compliment her. Tell her that her hair looks nice, or you like what she´s wearing. Then ask her about how she´s been, remember, this is about her not you. When you go to a shop, open the door for her. Be a gentleman. Ladies love that." Zidane said.

"Wait, just how many dates have you gone on, anyways?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I lost count ages ago. The point is, if you really want to be memorable, then you gotta sweep her off her feet. You need to SHINE." The blonde said with confidence. "Who're we talking about, anyways?"

"Cho Chang." Harry replied, making the blonde wince.

"Oh. Well then, best of luck, ´cause you´re gonna need it." The blonde said before sneezing loudly.

"Bless you." Harry said.

"Thanks." The blonde said, sniffing. "Now go out there and break a leg."

Harry let out a sigh. Well, he knew that Cho was still rather upset about Cedric´s death, but a lot of time had passed, so she really should be over it at this point? There was no way things would go that bad, right?

He met Cho right outside the gate, and the moment he saw her with her silky black hair swaying in the wind, he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Hi." Harry said, walking to greet her and almost tripping. Suddenly he felt as if his shoes were far too big, and his limbs much too uncoordinated with the rest of his body.

"Hi." Cho said, looking down rather nervously.

Both seemed to stand around, not willing to look at the other in the eye. Without a doubt, this was one very awkward moment.

"Well, er, shall we go?" Harry managed to say, offering Cho his hand. Zidane did say he had to be a gentleman, though he had no idea what that was supposed to entitle in this case.

Luckily, after being signed off by Filch and making it out of the queue to leave, the silence that had settled between them was interrupted by the sounds of his fellow Gryffindors at Quidditch practice in the distance. From here he could see Ron near the goalposts and Ginny flying near the stands, both Weasleys recognizable by their bright red hair. He also saw Zidane doing some laps around the field…and apparently dodging some odd spheres of light, in his case, his bright blonde hair being the biggest giveaway.

´How strange.´

"You really miss it, don't you?" Cho asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Harry nodded.

They remembered the first time they encountered each other in the playing field, and suddenly, Harry realized how their conversation had instantly eased with the topic of Quidditch. It was strange really, the way Harry realized that Cho wasn´t really all that difficult to talk to at all. In fact, he found it almost as easy as talking to Ron or Hermione, if only he gave it the chance.

"Potter and Chang!" A loud screech from Pansy and a group of Slyherins interrupted them once they had left through Hogwart´s main gate. "Urgh, Chang, I don´t think much of your taste…at least Cedric was good looking!"

The group left in shrieks of laughter, taking with them the comfort that had settled with their previous Quidditch conversation. Only awkwardness remained now.

"So where would you like to go?" Harry asked to break the ice. Besides, it was polite to ask what she wanted, right?

They both traversed through the small town of Hogsmeade, without a real destination in mind, but still enjoying the sights and each other's company. There were wanted posters all over town, depicting the ten escaped convicts as well as a thousand-galleon reward for anyone who turned one in.

Harry was strangely reminded of third year when all the Sirius Black wanted posters were all over town as well, only this time there were thankfully no Dementors around. It was a bit strange if he thought about it, considering that incident during their last Hogsmeade trip. Was the Ministry really trying to deny Voldemort´s return so badly that it would even turn its back to an incident like that?

Harry peeled his eyes away from Bellatrix Lestrange´s rather insane looking face as he noticed the drops of rain that began to fall from the sky, and was slowly but surely, became a downpour.

"Um, do you want to get a coffee?" Chos asked tentatively as the rain continued to fall on top of them.

"Yeah, alright." Harry said as he looked around. "Where?"

"Oh there´s this really nice place just up from here; haven´t you ever been to Madam Puddifoot´s" Cho said as she led him up the street to a small teashop he had never really noticed there before.

For some reason, something inside of him was compelling him to run.

It became obvious enough the moment he entered the place. It was a small and steamy shop where the tables seemed to be all cramped together and every inch of it was decorated with bows and frills in a manner that was disturbingly reminiscent of Umbridge´s office. Even worse was the fact that the place was decorated specifically for the theme of Valentine´s day, complete with golden little cherubs flying over the tables and occasionally throwing around pink confetti.

What had he gotten himself into?

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Zidane coughed loudly as he put on his Quidditch gear. He couldn´t believe that Angelina was still forcing him to join practice despite his current state. She told him he could go to the Hospital Wing after practice, but what she didn´t seem to realize is that he already went there at least twice in the past few days.

Each time Madam Pomfrey would give him a Pepper-up Potion for his troubles and send him back since he had loudly refused the idea of spending the night there. Unfortunately, his coughing fits and runny nose would return just a few hours later. It had baffled the healer since it had never really happened before, and since there wasn't anything wrong with the potions, then it became clear that something was not quite right with him.

Since whatever he had didn´t seem to be spreading to the others, Madam Pomfrey had agreed to let him go for now. She thought about sending him to St. Mungo´s for better treatment, but unfortunately that would not be wise since it would only make the healers realize that they were dealing with someone that was not quite as human as they would´ve hoped, and that itself would bring about even more complications.

Zidane reached the conclusion that he was dealing with a strictly genome-related issue, and considering that there were currently a grand total of two genomes in this world, including himself, he decided that it was time to talk to Kuja.

"Hey, mate, are you alright? You don´t look too well." Ron said in a rare example of actually being observant.

´I must really look like shit then.´ Zidane reasoned.

"Alright, all of you gather up!" Angelina called out as all of the team gathered around her. "We´ve got a lot of work to do today, so let´s get to it quickly. I want all of you to start by doing a few laps around the court, and then chasers, you will practice passes in pairs. Since there´s an odd number of us, I´ll practice with Ron at the goalposts. Zidane, I want you to practice more complicated maneuvers since you´re new to flying. Kirke, you´re going to practice solo with the practice bludger. We can´t have you hitting one of our own again, understand? Now move out!"

Everyone mounted their brooms and shot towards the sky as per Angelina´s orders. Zidane would be lying if he said he was doing all right since the cold air was merciless against his skin, and the sudden change of altitude made him feel slightly lightheaded. Just to be sure, he made his tail snake around his broom and wrap itself around it. He didn´t plan on falling off anytime soon. When their three laps were over, Zidane headed over to an empty spot and began to practice some basic movements that Angelina taught him. He still wasn´t very sure how he felt about flying. It was fun and very exhilarating, that was for sure, and he absolutely loved it, but on the other hand, he just hated the cold weather that he had been subjected to in almost each and every flight.

And well, obviously the cold winds right now were not doing any wonders for his ailment.

The blonde finished a full loop, but then stopped midair as his stomach gave an unpleasant lurch.

"Hey Zidane, are you alright?" Ginny asked him, just as she flew close by and noticed his strange flying.

"Yeah, I´m alright." The genome answered with a smile, though on the inside he wanted to throw up. He was sweating cold and his hands were moist with sweat inside of his gloves. He was really going to speak to Kuja after this.

´Did you call?' The older genome's voice echoed inside of his head. Speak of the devil.

´Kuja! Where are you? What are you doing here anyways? I thought I asked you to watch over Harry today.´ Zidane asked, looking around the stands.

´That´s the magic of having a familiar that follows my every command.´ Kuja said.

´You set Sylph loose in Hogsmeade?!´ Zidane asked in disbelief.

´I told her to fly by occasionally and warn me if there is an attack, which I highly doubt, by the way.´ Kuja said and the blonde rolled his eyes. ´I´m in the Ravenclaw stands, thinking I´d just come visit you while you practiced like a good, caring older brother. So, did you need moi?´

´I´ll meet you there in a second, hold on.´ The thief said, ignoring the fact that Kuja had now taken to physically stalking him. He needed a break from this anyways.

The blonde was quick in locating the other genome, and honestly, how could he not when Kuja was wearing those eye-catching lilac robs of his? He didn´t waste time in telling him what was going on, because at this point, Kuja was his only choice. The older genome looked thoughtful for a moment, before seemingly making up his mind.

´Well, I'm really just surprised that this didn´t start earlier, but not to worry, I know what to do. Meet me today at curfew in my quarters, I´ll have everything ready by then.' The silvery-haired man said, and Zidane felt just a hint of relief. It would have been more if not for the fact that Kuja never mentioned what he would be doing to him. But before he could even ask, Angelina and a few other chasers, including Ron, seemed to close in to them. Apparently they had drawn too much attention to themselves.

"Zidane, what are you doing, I thought I told you to practice maneuvering your broom." Angelina asked with a hint of impatience. Zidane was about to open his moth to defend himself, but unfortunately, Kuja beat him to it.

"Oh, not to worry, Miss Johnson. In fact, I was asked to come here by Zidane so that I could help him practice evading." Kuja lied smoothly.

Angelina looked taken by surprised, but nodded, giving Zidane a grateful look. "Oh, well thank you professor. I guess I´ll let you two get to work then."

Zidane waited until the others had flown off on their brooms to give Kuja a killer glare.

´What the hell was that about?´ Zidane asked.

´Well, I wasn´t lying. All I want to do is be a supportive sibling and help out my dear little brother.´ Kuja said, making Zidane feel extremely uneasy.

´Okaaaay, whatever you say.´ Zidane thought, thinking back to Hermione´s words about Kuja wanting to get closer to him. Getting on his broom, Zidane rose high in the air until he was at about the same height as the tallest hoop in the goalposts. ´There´s some practice bludgers over there in that box, think you could release them for me?´

´But why use bludgers when there is an even better way of practicing?´ The older man said in a way that gave him chills.

Lazily stretching out his hand, a sphere of purplish energy appeared in the genomes hand. Zidane quickly paled as he recognized what it was. He only had a split second to move out of the way as Kuja sent it flying towards him.

"HOLY SHIT ARE YOU INSANE?!" Zidane called out angrily, not even bothering to censor his words in front of everyone. In fact, just about everyone turned to look at them both, which made Zidane try to quickly regain his composure. 'You just shot an ultima spell towards me! You could´ve killed me!'

´Well, I did power it down. And look at it this way, you did dodge quite nicely when under pressure.´ Kuja said as he prepared two new spheres.

´Oh you have got to be kidding me!´ Zidane thought as he began to dodge around the pitch like mad, which only seemed to earn him several angry retorts from the other team members he almost crashed into. He just hoped that Kuja had enough sense to avoid hitting the others.

"Keep it up dear brother, you´re doing great!" Kuja called out to him with what could only be described as glee. Zidane made a note to fly closely just so he could flip him off.

Small droplets of water soon began to pelt against his face, making the blonde scrunch up his nose in annoyance.

´Oh great, now it´s raining.' Zidane thought angrily as he continued to dodge.

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Hermione let out a sigh of relief as she took a seat in her favorite spot in the Common Room. The meeting at the Three Broomsticks with Rita Skeeter had gone surprisingly well, even better than she had expected, considering that her entire plan depended on whether or not Harry was willing to publicize what happened during the Triwizard Tournament last year. It had been difficult, that was true, but the green-eyed teen had done splendidly.

He was very surprised at first, there was no doubt of that. She even thought that perhaps it was a much better idea to tell him of her agenda beforehand, but with all the things that were going on, it had somewhat slipped her mind. Rita herself had no idea what she had in store for her. She honestly hated having to use such a lowly method like black mail, but in this case it was really the only way she could get the reporter to meet them there. The woman was not exactly a saint to begin with, and she did still owe her for keeping the fact that she was an illegal Animagus a secret.

Now all they had to do was sit and wait for the next edition of the Quibbler to come out. Well, she never imagined she would ever cooperate with that magazine considering their rather questionable content, but considering the current state of the Daily Prophet, it almost seemed like there weren´t any papers out there that could be trusted. The whole idea was simply to spread word anyways, the bigger the audience, the better.

It was exhilarating really.

Hermione looked down at the several books and papers she had put on the table nearby, her eyes landing on the rather large envelope wedged in between a large tome and her red ´dairy´. Biting her lip, her thoughts went back to the conversation with Rita.

"There, I really hope this makes you happy." Rita replied as she finished putting away the acid-green quick-notes quill that she seemed so fond of. Both Harry and Luna had left the shop, leaving Hermione to deal with the blonde reporter.

"It does, and just as promised, I will keep your secret safe." Hermione said, though the woman in front of her just snorted.

"You had better be grateful of what I am doing here. If it weren't for the fact that it made one juicy story…" Rita said, leaving the sentence hanging. "Are you sure I can´t spice things up with a bit of drama?"

"No, just facts will do, thank you very much." Hermione replied.

"Fine, suit yourself." Rita said, before rummaging through her purse and taking out what appeared to be an envelope at least twice the size of her purse. "Here´s the information you wanted. You wouldn´t believe the trouble I had to go through to get all this. I had to call up on a ton of favors but I finally got it. It's amazing just how stingy people are with information."

Hermione took the envelope with a hint of surprise, but before she could thank the woman, Rita spoke once more.

"I´ll be going now. If I never hear from you three again in my life, I´ll consider myself a happy woman."

Hermione looked at the envelope once more with a hint of hesitation. Neither Harry nor Ron knew that she had asked Rita to dig up some information on both Zidane and Professor Kuja. She had also not told them that she was still very much investigating the two. Her red dairy, the one Ron had gone on about for quite some time was, in fact, filled up with pages upon pages on notes regarding the mystery that was Zidane Tribal.

She didn´t mean to look like one of those strangely obsessed girls. She was in no way infatuated with the blonde, no matter how handsome many of the other girls considered him to be. She was however, not easily mislead. She remembered her first impression of the blonde and how she was even adamant that Harry and Ron should give him a chance. Strangely enough, their roles had reversed now. There was just something about Zidane that didn´t add up.

It was as if they knew a lot about him, yet at the same time, knew nothing at all. Though his story explained a lot, there were also so many holes and generalizations that didn´t satisfy her curiosity. Like, what happened to the two brothers to make them hate each other when they first met? Why did they grow up in two distinctly different continents to begin with? In truth, she had thought about forgetting her ´research´ right after they heard that story from the blonde, but in the past few days, that uncertainty that had started growing inside of her had once again resurfaced.

For starters she began to notice those strange little quirks that surrounded the foreigner. Where was he even from to begin with? Zidane was supposedly from a wizarding school in New England, but since his arrival at the start of the school year, he had not said anything about his school, despite all of the questions she had asked him. He was supposed to have been living with his foster family before coming here, which he described as being very close to him, but very rarely got any mail. If they were so close, wouldn´t it make sense to send at least monthly updates? Even if they happened to be Muggles, there were still other ways to communicate, just like she did with her own parents. Considering Ron's constant contact with his family, and Harry's aversion to the Dursley's it was the kind of oddity neither of them would have noticed.

There were a whole lot of other things that continued to baffle her. Why did he always wear gloves, for example? Was something wrong with his hands? Where did he go off to occasionally, and why was no one ever able to find him? What exactly was that ´moogle´ creature that had accompanied his so called ´great uncle´? Why, when caught up in a fight, did he always resort to physical violence? Wouldn´t it make more sense to actually reach for his wand like any other wizard? Why did he appear so absentminded lately? She had noticed that change of attitude right after Professor Kuja arrived.

That man was another mystery on his own. He was basically an unknown magical prodigy. The man had a dragon as a familiar. Asides from Dumbledore´s phoenix she had never heard of anyone with a magical creature as a familiar, unless in old textbooks. The man also claimed to possess all sorts of certifications, a number that was almost ridiculous. There was just no way a man with so much talent went unheard of, not unless he was mixed up in a lot of shady business or was a fraud like Lockhart, the latter which she doubted since the man had shown to be more than competent. This unfortunately left the chance that Professor Kuja really was involved in some funny business. Was that why he and Zidane fought?

Hermione looked at the envelope once more. Finally all these questions could be answered, but would she actually like what she found?

Looking around and seeing the half-full Common Room with teens showing their exploits from their Hogsmeade trip, the teen took her things and quickly headed upstairs to the girl´s dorm for some privacy. This was clearly not the place to tackle such a delicate situation.

The bushy-haired girl had managed to deposit all her things minus the envelope inside of her trunk, just before the door was opened rather abruptly by Lavender and Parvati, both of them talking excitedly over some Valentine 's Day gift they had received or something of the like. Hermione sighed before snatching the envelope and heading out of the door. It would obviously be impossible to concentrate in that room now.

Heading out of the portrait, Hermione headed to the one place that never seemed to fail her. Though it was nearing their time for curfew, the library should be open at this time, at least long enough to go over the contents of the envelope.

When she reached the library, she was thankful to notice that aside from Madam Prince, the place was completely empty. The woman looked at her with a roll of her eyes and Hermione quickly settled down on her favorite spot.

She very slowly and nervously broke the seal of the envelope almost as if she were dealing with a howler that would burst into flames at any given moment. Once open, she pulled out a series of sheets, while some were made of parchment and looked like official documents, others looked like newspaper clippings and, strangely enough, there were also regular Muggle sheets of paper. The most surprising thing was that they were, in fact, a lot less than she originally thought. Taking the most noticeable piece of parchment, one in which she clearly recognized Rita´s handwriting, she quickly began to read.

Dear black-mailer,

There was very little information I could find, in fact, this is all of it. The name ´Kuja´ doesn´t seem to exist within the French magical government or any independent party. The name Jaques L´Rouge does, and is in fact, a rather big celebrity in some of the more important circles of the French aristocracy. According to one of my more trustful sources, the man is an eccentric genius known mostly for his quick rise through the ranks and lavish parties. It seems there was trouble recently at one of his parties when some armed stranger came in and made quite the scene. He's disappeared from the public eye since then.

Many are saying that it was from some failed assassination attempt, since the man appears to have angered quite a few people. This man seems to mostly work on investigations funded by the French government, but it appears that he also owns an auction house that specializes in rare magical artifacts and antiques. There is talk of several deals made under the table concerning dark artifacts, as well, which has made a few doubt the legitimacy of the man´s sudden rise of status and particularly some government certifications, though it appears that the latter issue has been settled. I dug further into this and came across quite the scoop. As it turns out, the reason as to why we had no idea of all this, was because the man only became popular around last March. In fact, that´s when the earliest records of him actually appear. Before that it is almost as if he didn´t exist. If this man really is your professor, then I may just visit for a couple of interviews.

"The library is closing, so please return any books you have borrowed and leave." Madam Prince called, much to her surprise. She picked up the envelope with all of its contents and left the library. Once outside, she found a spot next to a lit torch and pulled out the letter again.

As for your little friend, all I can say is that you sure know how to pick them. There are no records of anyone attending, or having attended Salem´s Witches Institute under the name of Zidane Tribal. In fact, I had this man that owed me a favor look into just about every other magical school and orphanage in the region for the name and there are literally no records. Not even the Muggle government recognizes anyone by that name and description as being one of theirs. By all accounts, your friend does not exist.

Love, Rita

PS: You have the strangest ´friends´.

Hermione froze as she finished the letter. That just wasn´t possible, yet looking at all the contents of the envelope, the French newspaper clippings that spoke about Professor Kuja, and the muggle papers that claimed to not show any record of Zidane, it was all true.

The bushy haired girl suddenly felt her knees feel weak, and an urge to vomit overtook her. She felt hollow inside, and even worse, she felt the stinging realization that all this time she had been sharing with Zidane was a lie. Zidane was probably not even his name. He was a complete stranger; an imposter; a charlatan; a wolf in sheep´s clothing. What if he really was allied with Voldemort; he and his brother as well? He had gained their trust and could have had them anywhere he wanted them. He was sharing the same room with Harry. He was even in the DA! He could easily take him to Voldemort on a silver platter.

Hermione just looked on at the stone walls of the castle in shock.

After what felt like an eternity, the girl mechanically shoved the letter and everything else into the envelope before walking off with shaky steps.

She was only vaguely aware of where she was actually going, and judging by the lack of any students, she was already late for curfew, though strangely enough, she could not find herself caring any less at the moment. Her feet dragged behind her and at this point she probably looked more like a ghost than one of the living. Her mind was still trying to get over what just happened.

She was just about to pass the armor filled corridor near the library when the sound of muffled shouts snapped her out of her thoughts. Frowning slightly, since she knew that the corridor led nowhere, Hermione approached slowly, straining her ears to listen for the sound´s source. Finding that the noise seemed to be actually coming from a wall, Hermione slowly raised her hand, as if just touching the cold stone would hopefully open up some kind of passage. It was too dark to properly see anyways. Her fingers were just about to come in contact with the wall when she was pushed roughly aside, falling to the ground as the loud banging of doors reached her ears.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL YOU´RE STICKING THAT IN THERE!" A voice shouted, making Hermione blink to try and focus her vision.

"I´ll be gentle, I promise. Now just take that off so we can get this over with, I don´t have all night." Another calmer voice said, making Hermione blush madly as the words finally sank in. Surely they would not try such a thing in a castle filled with children.

"I TOLD YOU, I´M NOT DOING THIS, KUJA!" The other voice said, making Hermione suddenly gasp as her rather rattled brain finally recognized the two voices, her envelope falling to the ground as she stared wide eyed at the two impostors. This unfortunately, also alerted them of her presence.

There was a low clap and suddenly the unlit torches in the corridor flared up, giving her just enough light to see what was really going on. What she saw however, made her eyes widen. Professor Kuja was leaning by the doorframe of whatever passage seemed to be there, wearing a strange apparel that showed off his abdomen and thighs. Zidane was just standing over her, wearing a simple sweatshirt and pants. But what surprised her the most and made her blood run cold was the eerie cat-like glow of each of their eyes as the light from the torches reflected off of them Zidane´s a bright cyan while Kuja´s a pale lilac. Hermione was already having enough trouble as it was, but then, her eyes caught sight of something else, mainly the long and furry looking thing that was twitching behind Zidane. Said blonde seemed to trail her line of vision, before having both their eyes meet, her´s in shock and his wide in surprise.

"Wait, hold on, this is not-"

Hermione screamed.

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To be continued…

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A/N: Yeah, I'm just gonna slowly…*runs away*.