Author's Note: So not my favorite chapter, but I'll include the one after too! :D
December 1992
Nargles were a hard thing to take seriously. He could see it logically from at part of his mind that Luna had yet to reach (but she was tireless, and he was weak, and so it went and just kept going). 'No proof,' they say, 'Impossible,' they spit. So high and right and unmovable (with their facts). But nargles were equally hard to disprove. They were invisible, small and they disrupted thoughts. No one could see them (but that was the entire point of their existence). Muggles didn't believe in magic and there was plenty of proof for that. So-
The bleeding sods could go fuck themselves. He didn't care that he would have been one of them (if he hadn't-if he had only not-). He didn't care (and really he almost didn't). He was actually a little blue. He was bloody teal.
When he reached the base of Ravenclaw Tower he hardly noticed the crowd (and the laughter and the mouths open, their teeth showing). That happened all the time (and all pains lessened over time). But they had done something new (and wrong and didn't they see the fucking line they crossed).
They had her hanging from the ceiling with invisible bonds holding her below a piece of mistletoe.
And she was screaming about nargles and jars and unicorns. Her eyes were clamped shut and he knew they were Silver (because it was the anniversary of her mother's death and they both knew something scary, bad, evil had happened that night and even though she couldn't remember; she did a little). He hated the Silver because something in him would stir and think about waking up. (And he didn't want it to, it was scary, bad, evil and it was meaner than him, and it was much, much stronger.)
He shoved his way through the crowd and positioned himself beneath her and quickly undid her magical binds (it was easy, after so much practice) and caught her in his arms (but she just kept screaming, just kept closing her eyes, it was trying to get out). He made sure to look all of them in the eye.
"You're all going to hell." The words were cold and they hung in the air around them. They rang like prophecy. They shivered, all of them. He smiled (and it was cruel enough to make his father choke). "She doesn't like you either."
And they jumped out of his way when he turned to carry her up the stairs. He told himself that the world wasn't glimmering around him (because the Silver was bad and good and it wasn't his fault).