Sequel to Earthquake, which is a sequel to Walls.

They told me that I was a whirlwind when they pushed me forward a year in school. And I took it to heart.

So when people told me my hair was bushy, I told them it was 'wind-swept.'
When teachers stepped forward to challenge me, I stepped forward and blew through their assignments.

When I found out that slavery was still practised at Hogwarts, I howled at the top of my lungs; but except for Dobby, it might as well have been a whistle.

But I learned, after yelling so often, that I had to be careful with Harry and Ron.
The stronger, the longer I railed upon them, the stronger their resolve became to resist or exclude me.

With Harry and Ron, you've got to be subtle. A silent, observing breeze passing by, and occasionally whispering things in their ears so quietly they'll think it was their idea. And that is frustrating. And it doesn't always work, either. The number of times I whipped between Harry and Ron, trying to affect a reconciliation, left me dizzy.

Too many times have I been the observer; and I think Harry knows, now, when I'm the silent suggestion in his ear. I'm sick and tired of being that.

Especially once I saw it. They both tried to hide for a long time. Harry finally spoke up, and nothing happened. I know he was hoping for a knight in shining armor. I know he was hoping for Ron to see it in his eyes, take him in his arms, and ride off together. And I know that Ron's emotional intelligence being roughly the equivalent of a yak's is going to stop that from happening.

I pushed, gentle quiet and solid breezes, with the occasional frustrated gust of 'honestly,' but nothing happened. Ron didn't peek the cracks and see it, and Harry didn't shake himself free of his own visions.

Sometimes the wind has to be extra sly. And about as subtle as a brick. Or Ron. Take your pick, they're essentially the same.

It was a simple potion to brew. The book called it by it's popular name: Drunken Draught. For about ten minutes, it simulates the effects of alcohol on the drinker. Fortunately, it has about a thirty minute waiting period. It was surprisingly easy to slip into their drinks.

So when they went up to their empty dorm room, feeling light-headed and empty of inhibitions, all I had to do was whisper a locking charm at the door. And a privacy spell, for good measure.

And if either of them ever hurts the other, I will not hesitate to blow him away.