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Chapter 7: Birds and secrets
On Wednesday, they had Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid looked extremely cheerful for a reason or another.
"T'day we'll learn 'bout Phoenixes. Professor Dumbledore lent us Fawkes for this lesson", he said and called the fiery bird. Fawkes flew above their heads and landed on Hagrid's shoulder, giving a chirp. Harry looked at it and smiled. The song of the Phoenix was for him the song of hope and Fawkes himself helped Harry once when he was in great need.
"Wow!" Hermione said, looking at him.
"Pretty, ain't it?" asked Hagrid, cheerfully. "Phoenixes are very special 'irds, when they die, they get r'born from the'r own ashes."
Harry remembered the first time Fawkes did that in front of him. He had already been accused of petrifying a few students when Fawkes burst in flames and he had felt terrified. It wasn't a good thing for the Headmaster's bird to burst into flames in front of you when you are alone with it. The boy smiled.
"Now, who can tell me 'bout Phoenixes?"
Harry's and Hermione's hands flew up in the air.
"Yes, 'arry?"
"They are extremely faithful and they can carry great weights and their tears have healing powers."
"Tha's true, 'arry! Ten points ter Gryffindor!"
The rest of the lesson, Hagrid taught them a lot of things about Phoenixes, like how they die, bursting into flames. Somewhere, in the back of the class, Draco was wondering loudly, without Hagrid hearing him, though, if he could kill the bird, then.
That weekend, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to Hagrid's hut for tea, taking Amala with them. They didn't really want to do that, but she insisted a lot and they had no choice. Well, yeah, they liked her, but they couldn't just accept her into their lives just like that. And she kept following them everywhere they went, like a shadow. It was getting annoying, to tell the truth. They were a trio until then and the girl was trying to push herself into their lives and hearts.
Hagrid greeted them cheerfully and seemed to like Amala -probably since she seemed to like monsters. Unfortunately, they forgot to tell her about the Rock Cakes, so she nearly lost a tooth in one.
That night, the trio was doing some homework for Potions.
"I can't believe the old git!" said Ron madly. "An essay so long and it's only the first week!"
"Oh, well." said Hermione. "That's just Snape, you should know him by now."
Harry was just staring at the parchment. They had to write a thirty-inched essay about the potion they were just making, the 'King's Draught', a potion even more difficult then the one they were making in their class. The potion was supposed to make a person look and be more powerful than it usually was, but just for a short while, two hours. It took two months to make and Harry was hoping that they'd never have to make it during Potions.
"I hate the guy.", continued Ron.
"You're not the only one", commented Harry. "But with me, the feeling is shared."
"Yeah", Hermione said.
"I so wish Sirius was here", Harry said after a while. It was the first time he said it after he died. It felt weird and Ron was looking sympathetically at him while Hermione seemed to be sorry for him.
"He's gone now, Harry; and there's nothing to do to bring him back." The girl said.
"I know.", he said quietly. "He used to joke a lot and he made me feel better all the time. Remember when we spent those days helping him clean up his house?"
"Yeah," said Ron smiling sadly. "Kreacher said once something about the 'Noble and Most Ancient House of Black' and he said that it was getting blacker every day because it was filthy."
Ron smiled a bit.
"You were at Sirius Black's House?!" they heard a voice from some place and when they looked to the person who was talking, they saw it was Amala.
"Are you spying on us?" Ron asked madly.
The girl got pale and mumbled something about wanting to check some homework and she overheard.
"Yeah, right!" said Ron in the same mad tone. "What do you want? You're following us around all the time and now. now you spy on us!"
"I. I."
"Have you no shame?" he continued. "I never spied on anybody who was supposed to be my friend!"
The girl looked as if she was hit by a boulder. She shouldn't have gotten discovered.
Hermione and Harry looked at her angrily. How dared she spy on them? The girl backed of a little and when Ron added something about a filthy little spy, she just burst in tears and ran towards the dormitory.
"Good work, Ron." The two others said. The rest of the common room was staring at them, but when they glared back at them, they went back to their own business, wondering what had happened.
"Do you think she'll tell anyone?" asked Hermione.
"So what if she does?" said Harry. "He's dead, isn't he? They can't hunt him anymore."
"I suppose." the girl answered.
Angelina appeared nearby.
"Where were you two?" she asked. "God, we need to practice at Quiddich, the first game is in November! We'll have trainings every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday."
"Oh, great", mumbled Harry. "Hey, Angelina!" he yelled after her as she was leaving. "With whom do we have our first match?"
"Hufflepuffs"
They went back to their homework and studied for one more hour, after that going to bed. Harry changed his clothes and fell in the bed. Tomorrow was Sunday and he could oversleep.
The next morning he, Ron and Hermione went to breakfast without Amala, for the first time since they were back at Hogwarts. In fact, they didn't see her all morning and Harry knew that she was probably staying away from them all day. She appeared at lunch, disappearing again afterwards, without saying anything.
But in the afternoon, she appeared right by their table when they were studying in the library.
"Go away!" said Hermione, not even looking at her.
But Amala didn't move. Instead, she said in a low whisper:
"I. I'm sorry."
Hermione glared at her and Harry said in a sarcastic tone:
"Yeah, well, we're sorry too."
"Sorry that we ever let you stay near us." Continued Ron
Her eyes were filled with tears and she said slowly:
"I really am sorry." And then she continued, talking faster and faster "You see, I came here hoping that I would be your friend and I guess I tried to force myself in your group and I never meant to annoy you, but I have nearly no friends, I didn't have whom to stick to, everybody's in a group and I'm not and that night when you were talking about Sirius, I just couldn't hold myself from listening, I knew that you always do great things, I wanted to know about them and I guess that I shouldn't have listened and oh, I'm so sorry and. I promise I won't tell! I swear I won't! And I'll never spy on you ever again and I'll never hang around you if you don't want me too, but please, please, forgive me!"
She said all that with tears in her eyes and quickly, so that they couldn't interrupt her.
"You swear you won't tell anybody?"
"I do, I do!"
The three looked at each other. Well, she did seem to tell the truth and did seem pretty lonely and had nearly no friends. Well, yeah, she was friends with Ginny, but the girl stood most of the time with fourth years. And she had already proved to be very curious. So, they decided to give her another chance. Mainly because if she would have burst into tears, she would have attracted unwanted attention from Snape who was walking around, looking for something.
"We're just doing our homework at Charms, Want to stay with us?" Harry said.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" she said and hugged him and took a chair.
She was much less bugging now than before and they were starting to like her more. And they forgave her -kind of-. One day, they actually told her Sirius's story, mainly because she knew about them being friends with the guy. The girl looked amazed at the story and when they showed her pictures of the Animagus, she really seemed to be sorry for him.
Amala heard the stories about Sirius and saw pictures with him and actually started feeling sorry for both him and Harry. The teenager seemed quite sad when he thought about his godfather and Amala started feeling that she could do something about him. She decided to Apparate to the Ministry on Saturday night and see what was going on there. She would also take her Invisibility Cape with her and try to keep the noise down.
On Saturday, she went outside Hogwarts and Apparated in the Ministry of Magic, at the entrance. She moved towards the Department of Mysteries, following Harry's explanations which she had pulled out of him from curiosity. Some people were around there, but she avoided them quietly and went forward.
When she made it to the circular room, the rooms started spinning and when they stopped, she looked around. There was no way of telling which door was to the Death Room. She looked around and made her choice. She opened it and she saw that it didn't look at all like the Death Room Harry described, so she closed the door back and everything started spinning.
'Great!' she thought to herself. 'How am I ever going to find the damned room?'
She tried another one and it didn't seem like it either. After everything stopped spinning, she opened another door. And this time it seemed right. She entered the room and looked around. There was the Arch, there was the veil. Her heat stopped for a second. There were indeed whispers that could be heard from behind the thing. And she started moving slowly towards the entrance to the world of the dead. Closer and closer. Almost there, almost there.
But in that moment she stopped. No, she had to not go through the damned thing, she'd be killed! But. Should she?!
Almost at dawn, when she returned to Hogwarts, she swore to herself she'd go back. But now, she had to go to school. It was Sunday morning and she didn't feel the least bit tired. She hurried across the lawn and into the castle, still covered by the Invisibility Cloak. She entered the castle and hurried off to the common room and sat down on an armchair. Just two weeks of Hogwarts and she was braking the law by Apparating and doing something extremely dangerous. She went up to the dormitory and took a book that Harry had leant her, called "Great Mysteries of the Wizards". Well, she couldn't sleep, so why not do something useful with her time?
She opened the book and started reading random pages.
"Who came up with the idea of the first wand? Wizard archeologists have been trying to find out the answer of this question for ages. They say that first wizards have done magic only by the level of making objects move around until the idea of a wand came up.
They say that somewhere in Egypt wizards used to have scepters instead of wands, made out of magic wood and later with magic origin. But who came with the idea of the first scepter or wand is unknown."
"A mystery that has occurred to the wizard community is the one of the Philosopher Stone. It is said that the stone can turn any metal to gold and with it it's possible to make the Elixir of Life, which would make a man live for as long as he took it, centuries and millenniums. The only known maker of the stone is Nicholas Flamel."
"Out of date", she whispered to herself. Suddenly, an entrance in the book attracted her attention.
"One of the greatest mysteries know to the wizards is the one of the world beyond. As the magical world is for the Muggle world, so is this world beyond to the magical one.
It is said that magic is gone to an enormous rate in that world and that world has people living in it that are immortals. Some say that everything has a soul and everything that seems to be dead in this world is definitely alive in the other. Some say that Death and Life themselves belong to that world beyond ours and so do Angels and the souls of Fire, Water, Air, Earth, the souls of stars and planets and everything that seems dead in the Muggle and magical world.
But this is only a theory and hardly do we know if there is any world beyond ours."
"Weird", the girl thought and moved on to a new entry.
"Sometimes a mystery is weirder than just a hidden fact. One of the mysteries that wizards are still trying to figure out is the character known as Jack Strois, a weird character that has the first name English and the second French.
The man is known to appear at odd times and is also known as 'Time Traveler', because he seems to appear in every era.
Nobody ever found out his origins, not even if he is human or not.
The question is if he belongs to the future, where great wizards have decided to send him to save us from disasters."
"Interesting", she thought and went back to the dormitory to put the book back. It was weird to read such things and she felt as if she were talking to Loony Lovegood again.
It was close to breakfast and Amala stood on an armchair. Soon, Harry, Ron and Hermione would be up. Should she tell them that she went to the Department of Mysteries last night? No. Definitely not. They would tell her never to do that again, probably. And she broke the law.
She daydreamed until the rest woke up.
Harry woke up that morning quite early for a weekend day. Ron was already getting dressed. They went down together and found Amala sitting there in an armchair.
"Morning!" she said cheerfully.
"'lo!" they replied. "Is Hermione up yet?"
"No, I don't think so" she answered.
They waited for her to appear and when she did, they all went down to breakfast. The smell of the food was rising from the food on the table and they sat down, taking a bit out of everything: toast, marmalade, butter, eggs. And Ron noticed that Amala was looking towards the teachers' table.
"Saw somebody interesting?" he asked.
"Yes", she replied dreamily.
The three looked at her.
"Who?"
"What?" she asked surprised. "I didn't hear what you said."
"Who?"
"Who what?"
"I just asked you if you saw somebody interesting and you said yes. Who?"
Amala looked at him in shock.
"I didn't. I thought I only thought that somebody asked me that question, I." she said and stopped.
The trio was looking quite curious at her. At the teachers' table stood only Dumbledore, Rose, Snape and McGonagall.
"Who were you looking at?" asked Harry curiously.
The girl looked around and saw that they were alone in that part of the table. Duh! It was only seven thirty!
"Snape"
"What?!" asked Ron. "The git?"
"Yes, the git." She answered with a sigh. "I. I. I. Was looking at him because he seems to um. be particularly menacing today. Don't you think?"
The trio looked at her. What?
"I mean, look at him, he's so. um."
"Like in the other days?!" asked Ron. "What's going on?"
Amala got as red as a tomato and said:
"Don't you think he looks very menacing?"
"No!" said Harry and Hermione started laughing.
"You've been looking after him for a while now. Do you like him?"
Amala got even redder than before and the two boys stared at her.
"Well, I might have a crush on him."
The two gaped. Oh, boy! She was in love with Snape! The slime ball Snape! The greasy, disgusting, rock-hearted Snape!
"You. you're crazy!" said Ron with eyes as big as the plates.
"Yes, I am. Do you have anything against it?" she said with a sigh.
"You mean you. like the guy? You mean you." started Harry, but she cut him off.
"I don't agree with everything he does and I don't really think he's the kindest or most beautiful person, but I have a crush on him." She said, trying to sound a bit more sure of herself than she really was.
"You're in love with the rock-harted git!" said Ron quite loud, and Amala went "shh!"
"I really don't want this to be known in the entire school, Ron!"
"And are you going to. do something about it?" asked Hermione.
"Maybe. But I don't know what or if it's worth it."
"It's not," said Harry. "I think that he'd kill you if you said anything that includes him and the word 'love' in the same sentence."
"Probably." Agreed Amala. "Oh, boy!"
"Just get over him." Said Hermione, trying to find the right answer to the problem.
"It's not that easy", she answered. "I'm used to fighting for anything I want and I guess I'll fight for Snape."
"I just lost my appetite", mumbled Ron.
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Chapter 7: Birds and secrets
On Wednesday, they had Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid looked extremely cheerful for a reason or another.
"T'day we'll learn 'bout Phoenixes. Professor Dumbledore lent us Fawkes for this lesson", he said and called the fiery bird. Fawkes flew above their heads and landed on Hagrid's shoulder, giving a chirp. Harry looked at it and smiled. The song of the Phoenix was for him the song of hope and Fawkes himself helped Harry once when he was in great need.
"Wow!" Hermione said, looking at him.
"Pretty, ain't it?" asked Hagrid, cheerfully. "Phoenixes are very special 'irds, when they die, they get r'born from the'r own ashes."
Harry remembered the first time Fawkes did that in front of him. He had already been accused of petrifying a few students when Fawkes burst in flames and he had felt terrified. It wasn't a good thing for the Headmaster's bird to burst into flames in front of you when you are alone with it. The boy smiled.
"Now, who can tell me 'bout Phoenixes?"
Harry's and Hermione's hands flew up in the air.
"Yes, 'arry?"
"They are extremely faithful and they can carry great weights and their tears have healing powers."
"Tha's true, 'arry! Ten points ter Gryffindor!"
The rest of the lesson, Hagrid taught them a lot of things about Phoenixes, like how they die, bursting into flames. Somewhere, in the back of the class, Draco was wondering loudly, without Hagrid hearing him, though, if he could kill the bird, then.
That weekend, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to Hagrid's hut for tea, taking Amala with them. They didn't really want to do that, but she insisted a lot and they had no choice. Well, yeah, they liked her, but they couldn't just accept her into their lives just like that. And she kept following them everywhere they went, like a shadow. It was getting annoying, to tell the truth. They were a trio until then and the girl was trying to push herself into their lives and hearts.
Hagrid greeted them cheerfully and seemed to like Amala -probably since she seemed to like monsters. Unfortunately, they forgot to tell her about the Rock Cakes, so she nearly lost a tooth in one.
That night, the trio was doing some homework for Potions.
"I can't believe the old git!" said Ron madly. "An essay so long and it's only the first week!"
"Oh, well." said Hermione. "That's just Snape, you should know him by now."
Harry was just staring at the parchment. They had to write a thirty-inched essay about the potion they were just making, the 'King's Draught', a potion even more difficult then the one they were making in their class. The potion was supposed to make a person look and be more powerful than it usually was, but just for a short while, two hours. It took two months to make and Harry was hoping that they'd never have to make it during Potions.
"I hate the guy.", continued Ron.
"You're not the only one", commented Harry. "But with me, the feeling is shared."
"Yeah", Hermione said.
"I so wish Sirius was here", Harry said after a while. It was the first time he said it after he died. It felt weird and Ron was looking sympathetically at him while Hermione seemed to be sorry for him.
"He's gone now, Harry; and there's nothing to do to bring him back." The girl said.
"I know.", he said quietly. "He used to joke a lot and he made me feel better all the time. Remember when we spent those days helping him clean up his house?"
"Yeah," said Ron smiling sadly. "Kreacher said once something about the 'Noble and Most Ancient House of Black' and he said that it was getting blacker every day because it was filthy."
Ron smiled a bit.
"You were at Sirius Black's House?!" they heard a voice from some place and when they looked to the person who was talking, they saw it was Amala.
"Are you spying on us?" Ron asked madly.
The girl got pale and mumbled something about wanting to check some homework and she overheard.
"Yeah, right!" said Ron in the same mad tone. "What do you want? You're following us around all the time and now. now you spy on us!"
"I. I."
"Have you no shame?" he continued. "I never spied on anybody who was supposed to be my friend!"
The girl looked as if she was hit by a boulder. She shouldn't have gotten discovered.
Hermione and Harry looked at her angrily. How dared she spy on them? The girl backed of a little and when Ron added something about a filthy little spy, she just burst in tears and ran towards the dormitory.
"Good work, Ron." The two others said. The rest of the common room was staring at them, but when they glared back at them, they went back to their own business, wondering what had happened.
"Do you think she'll tell anyone?" asked Hermione.
"So what if she does?" said Harry. "He's dead, isn't he? They can't hunt him anymore."
"I suppose." the girl answered.
Angelina appeared nearby.
"Where were you two?" she asked. "God, we need to practice at Quiddich, the first game is in November! We'll have trainings every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday."
"Oh, great", mumbled Harry. "Hey, Angelina!" he yelled after her as she was leaving. "With whom do we have our first match?"
"Hufflepuffs"
They went back to their homework and studied for one more hour, after that going to bed. Harry changed his clothes and fell in the bed. Tomorrow was Sunday and he could oversleep.
The next morning he, Ron and Hermione went to breakfast without Amala, for the first time since they were back at Hogwarts. In fact, they didn't see her all morning and Harry knew that she was probably staying away from them all day. She appeared at lunch, disappearing again afterwards, without saying anything.
But in the afternoon, she appeared right by their table when they were studying in the library.
"Go away!" said Hermione, not even looking at her.
But Amala didn't move. Instead, she said in a low whisper:
"I. I'm sorry."
Hermione glared at her and Harry said in a sarcastic tone:
"Yeah, well, we're sorry too."
"Sorry that we ever let you stay near us." Continued Ron
Her eyes were filled with tears and she said slowly:
"I really am sorry." And then she continued, talking faster and faster "You see, I came here hoping that I would be your friend and I guess I tried to force myself in your group and I never meant to annoy you, but I have nearly no friends, I didn't have whom to stick to, everybody's in a group and I'm not and that night when you were talking about Sirius, I just couldn't hold myself from listening, I knew that you always do great things, I wanted to know about them and I guess that I shouldn't have listened and oh, I'm so sorry and. I promise I won't tell! I swear I won't! And I'll never spy on you ever again and I'll never hang around you if you don't want me too, but please, please, forgive me!"
She said all that with tears in her eyes and quickly, so that they couldn't interrupt her.
"You swear you won't tell anybody?"
"I do, I do!"
The three looked at each other. Well, she did seem to tell the truth and did seem pretty lonely and had nearly no friends. Well, yeah, she was friends with Ginny, but the girl stood most of the time with fourth years. And she had already proved to be very curious. So, they decided to give her another chance. Mainly because if she would have burst into tears, she would have attracted unwanted attention from Snape who was walking around, looking for something.
"We're just doing our homework at Charms, Want to stay with us?" Harry said.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" she said and hugged him and took a chair.
She was much less bugging now than before and they were starting to like her more. And they forgave her -kind of-. One day, they actually told her Sirius's story, mainly because she knew about them being friends with the guy. The girl looked amazed at the story and when they showed her pictures of the Animagus, she really seemed to be sorry for him.
Amala heard the stories about Sirius and saw pictures with him and actually started feeling sorry for both him and Harry. The teenager seemed quite sad when he thought about his godfather and Amala started feeling that she could do something about him. She decided to Apparate to the Ministry on Saturday night and see what was going on there. She would also take her Invisibility Cape with her and try to keep the noise down.
On Saturday, she went outside Hogwarts and Apparated in the Ministry of Magic, at the entrance. She moved towards the Department of Mysteries, following Harry's explanations which she had pulled out of him from curiosity. Some people were around there, but she avoided them quietly and went forward.
When she made it to the circular room, the rooms started spinning and when they stopped, she looked around. There was no way of telling which door was to the Death Room. She looked around and made her choice. She opened it and she saw that it didn't look at all like the Death Room Harry described, so she closed the door back and everything started spinning.
'Great!' she thought to herself. 'How am I ever going to find the damned room?'
She tried another one and it didn't seem like it either. After everything stopped spinning, she opened another door. And this time it seemed right. She entered the room and looked around. There was the Arch, there was the veil. Her heat stopped for a second. There were indeed whispers that could be heard from behind the thing. And she started moving slowly towards the entrance to the world of the dead. Closer and closer. Almost there, almost there.
But in that moment she stopped. No, she had to not go through the damned thing, she'd be killed! But. Should she?!
Almost at dawn, when she returned to Hogwarts, she swore to herself she'd go back. But now, she had to go to school. It was Sunday morning and she didn't feel the least bit tired. She hurried across the lawn and into the castle, still covered by the Invisibility Cloak. She entered the castle and hurried off to the common room and sat down on an armchair. Just two weeks of Hogwarts and she was braking the law by Apparating and doing something extremely dangerous. She went up to the dormitory and took a book that Harry had leant her, called "Great Mysteries of the Wizards". Well, she couldn't sleep, so why not do something useful with her time?
She opened the book and started reading random pages.
"Who came up with the idea of the first wand? Wizard archeologists have been trying to find out the answer of this question for ages. They say that first wizards have done magic only by the level of making objects move around until the idea of a wand came up.
They say that somewhere in Egypt wizards used to have scepters instead of wands, made out of magic wood and later with magic origin. But who came with the idea of the first scepter or wand is unknown."
"A mystery that has occurred to the wizard community is the one of the Philosopher Stone. It is said that the stone can turn any metal to gold and with it it's possible to make the Elixir of Life, which would make a man live for as long as he took it, centuries and millenniums. The only known maker of the stone is Nicholas Flamel."
"Out of date", she whispered to herself. Suddenly, an entrance in the book attracted her attention.
"One of the greatest mysteries know to the wizards is the one of the world beyond. As the magical world is for the Muggle world, so is this world beyond to the magical one.
It is said that magic is gone to an enormous rate in that world and that world has people living in it that are immortals. Some say that everything has a soul and everything that seems to be dead in this world is definitely alive in the other. Some say that Death and Life themselves belong to that world beyond ours and so do Angels and the souls of Fire, Water, Air, Earth, the souls of stars and planets and everything that seems dead in the Muggle and magical world.
But this is only a theory and hardly do we know if there is any world beyond ours."
"Weird", the girl thought and moved on to a new entry.
"Sometimes a mystery is weirder than just a hidden fact. One of the mysteries that wizards are still trying to figure out is the character known as Jack Strois, a weird character that has the first name English and the second French.
The man is known to appear at odd times and is also known as 'Time Traveler', because he seems to appear in every era.
Nobody ever found out his origins, not even if he is human or not.
The question is if he belongs to the future, where great wizards have decided to send him to save us from disasters."
"Interesting", she thought and went back to the dormitory to put the book back. It was weird to read such things and she felt as if she were talking to Loony Lovegood again.
It was close to breakfast and Amala stood on an armchair. Soon, Harry, Ron and Hermione would be up. Should she tell them that she went to the Department of Mysteries last night? No. Definitely not. They would tell her never to do that again, probably. And she broke the law.
She daydreamed until the rest woke up.
Harry woke up that morning quite early for a weekend day. Ron was already getting dressed. They went down together and found Amala sitting there in an armchair.
"Morning!" she said cheerfully.
"'lo!" they replied. "Is Hermione up yet?"
"No, I don't think so" she answered.
They waited for her to appear and when she did, they all went down to breakfast. The smell of the food was rising from the food on the table and they sat down, taking a bit out of everything: toast, marmalade, butter, eggs. And Ron noticed that Amala was looking towards the teachers' table.
"Saw somebody interesting?" he asked.
"Yes", she replied dreamily.
The three looked at her.
"Who?"
"What?" she asked surprised. "I didn't hear what you said."
"Who?"
"Who what?"
"I just asked you if you saw somebody interesting and you said yes. Who?"
Amala looked at him in shock.
"I didn't. I thought I only thought that somebody asked me that question, I." she said and stopped.
The trio was looking quite curious at her. At the teachers' table stood only Dumbledore, Rose, Snape and McGonagall.
"Who were you looking at?" asked Harry curiously.
The girl looked around and saw that they were alone in that part of the table. Duh! It was only seven thirty!
"Snape"
"What?!" asked Ron. "The git?"
"Yes, the git." She answered with a sigh. "I. I. I. Was looking at him because he seems to um. be particularly menacing today. Don't you think?"
The trio looked at her. What?
"I mean, look at him, he's so. um."
"Like in the other days?!" asked Ron. "What's going on?"
Amala got as red as a tomato and said:
"Don't you think he looks very menacing?"
"No!" said Harry and Hermione started laughing.
"You've been looking after him for a while now. Do you like him?"
Amala got even redder than before and the two boys stared at her.
"Well, I might have a crush on him."
The two gaped. Oh, boy! She was in love with Snape! The slime ball Snape! The greasy, disgusting, rock-hearted Snape!
"You. you're crazy!" said Ron with eyes as big as the plates.
"Yes, I am. Do you have anything against it?" she said with a sigh.
"You mean you. like the guy? You mean you." started Harry, but she cut him off.
"I don't agree with everything he does and I don't really think he's the kindest or most beautiful person, but I have a crush on him." She said, trying to sound a bit more sure of herself than she really was.
"You're in love with the rock-harted git!" said Ron quite loud, and Amala went "shh!"
"I really don't want this to be known in the entire school, Ron!"
"And are you going to. do something about it?" asked Hermione.
"Maybe. But I don't know what or if it's worth it."
"It's not," said Harry. "I think that he'd kill you if you said anything that includes him and the word 'love' in the same sentence."
"Probably." Agreed Amala. "Oh, boy!"
"Just get over him." Said Hermione, trying to find the right answer to the problem.
"It's not that easy", she answered. "I'm used to fighting for anything I want and I guess I'll fight for Snape."
"I just lost my appetite", mumbled Ron.
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Naomie: Thank's for always reviewing, it means a lot to me. It really does.
Bogdan-aq: Merci ca ai citit. De unde esti?
The Red Dragons Order: You're going to have your sweet revenge, eh? Can't wait for it!!! You update soon too. Oh, and the rest of my little fic about the unfortunate review is going to be posted on King Akvar's account. You're welcomed for Jane Chase.