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* * * Mary pulled the lacy curtains around her window up like she did every day when she wasn't at Hogwarts. Lars looked out through his window beside her and they smiled longingly at each other. It didn't matter if they were only eighteen; you knew when you were in love. And they both knew it. She was such a good person; such a humorous, loving angel that it hurt Lars sometimes to look at her, she was so beautiful. "I love you," she mouthed. Even if Lars couldn't read lips, he knew what she was saying. "I love you too." They pressed their hands against the glass, as if hoping to fall through and simply walk out to embrace the other. Mary could if she wanted to, but Lars wouldn't risk it. There was no telling what his father would do. The only time they could really touch each other was at night, when they would meet behind the bushes separating their houses. Lars had concealed the fact that he was a wizard to everyone except Mary, and sometimes when they met in the bushes she would teach him some magic from her schoolbooks. She believed that he could learn how to handle his powers, and she even carved him a wand with a phoenix-feather in the center, which fit him perfectly. He wanted to fly away and be born again in the wizarding world, like a phoenix would do when it rose from it's own smoldering ashes. After many years of lessons from Mary, Lars finally learned to do magic. He wasn't the best at it, but he could do certain spells and charms quite well with the help of Mary guiding him. His thoughts, however, were broken from that happy time when a long, spindly, cold hand grabbed his shoulder. His father. With one last look at Mary's window in which she stood with her red haired, pretty mother, his father nodded icily to Mary's mother in the house beside them. She nodded back and he saw her no more. Lars wished he had his wand, but more than anything he wished he had Mary back. He wished that it could have been Harry rather than her. He yearned for Mary, his old house, and to be back at his perfect little neighborhood of Godric's Hallow once again.
* * *
Hermione ran into the common room as fast as her legs would carry her. Ron could be such a bastard sometimes. She threw herself into the usual armchair and began to sob at the bright fire. The sun was beginning to set and everyone would be coming back soon.
She cried, not just about Ron, but about everything. About Voldemort, about her bitter jealousy of Harry and Ginny, just about everything. And it felt good, so she cried harder. Tears rolled down her cheeks like small waterfalls and dripped down onto her blue blouse.
It wasn't fair. None of it was fair. She wished horribly that there was some way of kissing Ron without his knowing. Just a way to see what it would be like. And then, just like that, she stopped crying and perked her head straight up.
Hang on-there WAS a way! She would have to be sure it would work, but- yes, of course! Why hadn't she thought of it earlier? She needed to go to the library! Hermione ran back out of the common room just as fast as she had run in and sprinted down the hallways, not looking back.
* * *
Harry and Ginny walked slowly along the snow-covered walkway to the carriages, sniffing from the cold and not saying a word. Harry was greatly thankful towards Ginny, but he could think of nothing good to say that wouldn't cause embarrassment.
Even if she was just comforting him, she was a girl (and a beautiful one at that) that had held him against her chest for half an hour. What could he say? He opened his mouth to talk but all that came out was a weird, sort of croaking sound.
Ginny returned it with a small smile and clutched her damp robes tightly as if the warming spell had worn off.
"C-cold?" Harry stuttered, looking at the ground. Ginny went slightly pale and shook her head. Harry pursed his lips, trying not to look at her again, for he knew that if he looked at her, he would most likely see a beautiful girl covered in melted snow, and he couldn't have that thought of Ginny engrained in his head whenever he looked at her again.
She's your best friend's sister! Harry told himself for the millionth time. I know that, he argued. I'm not stupid. But she's so beautif-NO, SHE'S NOT! SHE'S RON'S SISTER! SHE'S GINNY!
"Harry, is something wrong?" Ginny asked quietly, reading his face. Without thinking, he looked up excepting to see the old Ginny but instead finding the red-haired angel again. He quickly looked down at his feet.
"No," he croaked. "It's-It's nothing."
"Well, whatever you say, Harry," said Ginny doubtfully. She gave another small smile that made Harry's stomach turn even when he was looking at her through the corner of his eye and finally, just in time, they reached the carriages and hopped aboard one that didn't have a very strong smell of rum and mold.
* * *
Hermione slammed a huge, rather weathered looking book down on the nearest table (the vulture-like Librarian peering menacingly at her) and began to flip the pages fiercely, nearly tearing them completely off the spine.
Breaking charm, Candle charting, Delirious serum, Evil banishing, Ah! Here it was-the forgetfulness potion.
"Let's see-Give this to the person you want to make forget on a full moon and when the victim falls asleep, he or she will remember nothing after they to the concoction-perfect!" Hermione muttered to herself.
She scribbled down the instructions and ingredients on some scrap paper and brandished triumphantly. Here was the answer, all she would have to do was sneak it into Ron's pumpkin juice on the first full moon-tomorrow, conveniently enough-, sneak him into the astronomy tower, and do her- business. It sounded so mischievous, so rule breaking, so- not her.
As she walked quickly back into the row of books from where she had found the certain encyclopedia she had read from, she noticed a gold and silver, slightly thinned book beside the dictionary of charms. What was it doing there? It looked like someone had carelessly stuffed it into the nearest place they could find.
She set her book down and carefully took out the gold and silver one. On the front was the Hogwarts school symbol and the words: HOGWARTS SCHOOL YEARBOOK, 19 76-83. Interested, Hermione flipped through the pages slowly until she came across a slightly torn page of Gryffindor seventh year girls.
A certain picture caught her eye of a girl with short, dirty blond hair and small cheekbones that stretched to their full extension as she laughed and smiled, waving madly. The slightly untidy script signature at the bottom read: Mary Littele. Favorite quote "Live and Love."
Author's note- OOOOOOOH, HOW MYSTERIOUS!
* * * Mary pulled the lacy curtains around her window up like she did every day when she wasn't at Hogwarts. Lars looked out through his window beside her and they smiled longingly at each other. It didn't matter if they were only eighteen; you knew when you were in love. And they both knew it. She was such a good person; such a humorous, loving angel that it hurt Lars sometimes to look at her, she was so beautiful. "I love you," she mouthed. Even if Lars couldn't read lips, he knew what she was saying. "I love you too." They pressed their hands against the glass, as if hoping to fall through and simply walk out to embrace the other. Mary could if she wanted to, but Lars wouldn't risk it. There was no telling what his father would do. The only time they could really touch each other was at night, when they would meet behind the bushes separating their houses. Lars had concealed the fact that he was a wizard to everyone except Mary, and sometimes when they met in the bushes she would teach him some magic from her schoolbooks. She believed that he could learn how to handle his powers, and she even carved him a wand with a phoenix-feather in the center, which fit him perfectly. He wanted to fly away and be born again in the wizarding world, like a phoenix would do when it rose from it's own smoldering ashes. After many years of lessons from Mary, Lars finally learned to do magic. He wasn't the best at it, but he could do certain spells and charms quite well with the help of Mary guiding him. His thoughts, however, were broken from that happy time when a long, spindly, cold hand grabbed his shoulder. His father. With one last look at Mary's window in which she stood with her red haired, pretty mother, his father nodded icily to Mary's mother in the house beside them. She nodded back and he saw her no more. Lars wished he had his wand, but more than anything he wished he had Mary back. He wished that it could have been Harry rather than her. He yearned for Mary, his old house, and to be back at his perfect little neighborhood of Godric's Hallow once again.
* * *
Hermione ran into the common room as fast as her legs would carry her. Ron could be such a bastard sometimes. She threw herself into the usual armchair and began to sob at the bright fire. The sun was beginning to set and everyone would be coming back soon.
She cried, not just about Ron, but about everything. About Voldemort, about her bitter jealousy of Harry and Ginny, just about everything. And it felt good, so she cried harder. Tears rolled down her cheeks like small waterfalls and dripped down onto her blue blouse.
It wasn't fair. None of it was fair. She wished horribly that there was some way of kissing Ron without his knowing. Just a way to see what it would be like. And then, just like that, she stopped crying and perked her head straight up.
Hang on-there WAS a way! She would have to be sure it would work, but- yes, of course! Why hadn't she thought of it earlier? She needed to go to the library! Hermione ran back out of the common room just as fast as she had run in and sprinted down the hallways, not looking back.
* * *
Harry and Ginny walked slowly along the snow-covered walkway to the carriages, sniffing from the cold and not saying a word. Harry was greatly thankful towards Ginny, but he could think of nothing good to say that wouldn't cause embarrassment.
Even if she was just comforting him, she was a girl (and a beautiful one at that) that had held him against her chest for half an hour. What could he say? He opened his mouth to talk but all that came out was a weird, sort of croaking sound.
Ginny returned it with a small smile and clutched her damp robes tightly as if the warming spell had worn off.
"C-cold?" Harry stuttered, looking at the ground. Ginny went slightly pale and shook her head. Harry pursed his lips, trying not to look at her again, for he knew that if he looked at her, he would most likely see a beautiful girl covered in melted snow, and he couldn't have that thought of Ginny engrained in his head whenever he looked at her again.
She's your best friend's sister! Harry told himself for the millionth time. I know that, he argued. I'm not stupid. But she's so beautif-NO, SHE'S NOT! SHE'S RON'S SISTER! SHE'S GINNY!
"Harry, is something wrong?" Ginny asked quietly, reading his face. Without thinking, he looked up excepting to see the old Ginny but instead finding the red-haired angel again. He quickly looked down at his feet.
"No," he croaked. "It's-It's nothing."
"Well, whatever you say, Harry," said Ginny doubtfully. She gave another small smile that made Harry's stomach turn even when he was looking at her through the corner of his eye and finally, just in time, they reached the carriages and hopped aboard one that didn't have a very strong smell of rum and mold.
* * *
Hermione slammed a huge, rather weathered looking book down on the nearest table (the vulture-like Librarian peering menacingly at her) and began to flip the pages fiercely, nearly tearing them completely off the spine.
Breaking charm, Candle charting, Delirious serum, Evil banishing, Ah! Here it was-the forgetfulness potion.
"Let's see-Give this to the person you want to make forget on a full moon and when the victim falls asleep, he or she will remember nothing after they to the concoction-perfect!" Hermione muttered to herself.
She scribbled down the instructions and ingredients on some scrap paper and brandished triumphantly. Here was the answer, all she would have to do was sneak it into Ron's pumpkin juice on the first full moon-tomorrow, conveniently enough-, sneak him into the astronomy tower, and do her- business. It sounded so mischievous, so rule breaking, so- not her.
As she walked quickly back into the row of books from where she had found the certain encyclopedia she had read from, she noticed a gold and silver, slightly thinned book beside the dictionary of charms. What was it doing there? It looked like someone had carelessly stuffed it into the nearest place they could find.
She set her book down and carefully took out the gold and silver one. On the front was the Hogwarts school symbol and the words: HOGWARTS SCHOOL YEARBOOK, 19 76-83. Interested, Hermione flipped through the pages slowly until she came across a slightly torn page of Gryffindor seventh year girls.
A certain picture caught her eye of a girl with short, dirty blond hair and small cheekbones that stretched to their full extension as she laughed and smiled, waving madly. The slightly untidy script signature at the bottom read: Mary Littele. Favorite quote "Live and Love."
Author's note- OOOOOOOH, HOW MYSTERIOUS!