Chapter 12

~The next morning, in the Ravenclaw dorm~

Harry slowly woke up. He was sore and tired from yesterday, but he had to get up.

He sat up. Looking around, he found that his dormmates had let him sleep in. Or maybe they were just angry, or perhaps they were scared of him. He wouldn't blame them either way.

Harry walked down to the common room. Seeing nobody there, he continued on to the staircase.

He found a person, finally. It was a girl, kind of a midget, but Harry wouldn't say that. She looked untouched, but then again, magic could do a lot. She was sitting outside the common room, looking through some notes. She looked to be in Harry's year, so he squatted down in front of her.

"Hey, what's your name?"

She looked up. She was startled, and said, "You're Harry MacLeod Potter!"

Harry grinned, despite himself. "Hey, someone remembers the MacLeod! And you are?"

She blushed, but looked pleased and said, "Luna."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "Were you locked out of the dorm?"

"No, I was looking for Wrackspurts. They're confusing people, making them think it's your fault for the battle yesterday."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What is a Wrackspurt?"

"They get into your brain and mess with you. They're a lot like Nargles, but Nargles like to live in mistletoe."

Harry was just getting more and more confused. He gave up trying to figure out what she was doing, and said, "I never saw you. Are you a Ravenclaw?"

"No, but I will be next year. My daddy is here, to help with the injured. He's just hoping they won't send him away; a lot of people don't know what gnome saliva can do."

Harry almost laughed, but he held himself back when he saw she was serious. "Well… if it works, I hope they let your dad in."

Luna looked at him, then a beautiful smile spread across her face. "You shouldn't feel guilty, Harry. It wasn't your fault."

She got up, and hurried off. Harry grinned and shook his head, watching her retreating back.

Harry went off to the Great Hall. When he got there, he found that most of the school was there. Almost everyone stopped when he came in. He paused for a moment, then walked to the Ravenclaw table. He didn't see Hermione, so he sat at the end. Everyone pulled away from him as if he had some contagious disease.

He made himself a bowl of cereal. He ate it. He made another.

Suddenly, he heard commotion down the table. "Fine! Be that way- but I'm not going to shun him because of something Malfoy did!"

Roger stood up from his group of friends and walked purposefully to Harry. He plopped himself down beside him, and started making himself a plate.

"You didn't have to do that, Roger," said Harry quietly.

"Do what? Leave those assholes behind? No, I didn't, but if I had stayed I would've been just as bad," said Roger fiercely.

Harry still felt bad, but he let it go. Roger was only the beginning, though. Cho came, then Susan. Susan had a long gash on her face, but it didn't seem to be bleeding.

"Susan, why isn't that healed?" Harry asked. It was something he had wondered when he saw his dormmates, but he wasn't about to wake them up and ask.

"The infirmary was full. They've never been this full; Madam Pomfrey is going insane."

Harry nodded like he had been expecting this.

Ron and Neville came next, with Ron helping Neville walk. "Hey, Harry," said Ron. "Where'd you go last night?"

"To my parent's house. I needed to talk to them," replied Harry.

He had been expecting them to laugh, but they actually nodded and continued as if nothing had happened.

Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore. "Guys, I'm sorry. This was my fault."

As if they had been expecting this, they all started shaking their heads. "No, Harry. It's Malfoy's and Goldstein's. How many times do we have to explain this?" said Neville, exasperated.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" said Harry, annoyed. He realized there was only one way to convince them. "Where is Hermione?"

They looked away. Ron answered when it was clear nobody else would. "She had to go to the infirmary when you left. She was seeing things, and was convinced you had been burned alive."

Rush, Harry thought, horrified. He had caused Hermione to be hospitalized.

Harry jumped up and ran out. Ron and Susan ran after him, with Cho helping Neville. Roger had to stay because he was a prefect.

~In the infirmary, a few moments later~

Harry burst in. ignoring the protests from Madam Pomfrey, he started yanking back the curtains from the beds. Most of them were kids that looked terrified of him, but he found Hermione in the second-to-last bed. She was staring glassily up at the ceiling.

Madam Pomfrey had rushed up behind him to scold him, but when she saw what he had been looking for, her eyes softened. "She's been like that since yesterday. Every once in awhile, she'll whisper your name."

Harry felt tears start to gather. Blinking them away, he turned to Madam Pomfrey. "Can we have a moment alone?"

She looked ready to argue, but then she nodded and turned, going back to her office.

Harry turned back to Hermione. He stepped closer and pulled the curtains around them- he had some work to do. He sat down, and a plume of smoke rushed out of his mouth. It went into Hermione, and Harry was left.

~ Inside Hermione's mind~

Harry stepped onto the billowing carpet of memories. He loved doing this, but it was an extreme intrusion on someone's privacy if they didn't give their permission.

Harry hadn't been able to think of any other way.

Memories looked like a shimmering silver silk, with waves flowing peacefully a few feet away. There was a dome spider-webbed with small white cracks and explosions. Everything was silent, however, and it gave off a sense of serenity.

As Harry looked down, he could see Hermione, a little girl, playing with a man that he assumed was her father. He saw her biking down a road, wind flying through her hair as she whooped in excitement.

Then he saw her getting slapped. His eyes darkened as he watched a blonde push Hermione to the ground. Hermione didn't seem to be fighting back, but that might be because there were three other girls crowded around her. Tears streamed down her face as the girls kicked her, laughing and cursing her.

Harry's fists clenched at his sides. If he ever saw those girls, two brunette and the blonde, he would tear them apart.

"Harry?"

Harry whirled around. Hermione was standing there, staring at him with wide eyes. Harry rushed forward and pulled her into his arms. Hermione melted into him, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around him.

Harry pulled back and looked into her amber eyes. "Hermione, we need to get you out."

She hadn't let go, and was holding him as if she was afraid he would disappear. "Where are we?"

"Your mind. There's a lot of things I need to explain but this is not the place, nor the time."

Harry looked around. There was always a fault with someone's mind, a small hole through which the owner could access their memories. He had only been in two minds before, and he had almost been stuck in the first.

The first was his father's. Crowley's mind had looked a lot like Hell, with red fog and chains everywhere. His memories were shrouded in darkness, not silver. Harry had seen his father's memories, all the torturing, the pain, the happiness. Harry had felt even closer to him after that, just because he had accepted Crowley, even after seeing all the pain he had caused.

The second had been his bus driver, after he had had a heart attack. Harry had run to him, and while doing CPR, he had jumped into the driver's mind and told him what had happened. The bus driver had said nothing of it when he had come to, probably thinking it was a hallucination.

Harry was scanning for Hermione's fault when he felt her tug on his arm. "Harry, how are you here? All I remember is you burning- and- and you-"

Harry glanced at her, then continued. "We can't talk right now, Hermione. I need to get you out or you may never get out." He looked back at her, and softened. "Rush can flame-travel, Hermione. When I do it, it looks like I burned." He kept scanning the walls of Hermione's mind.

Hermione tried to see what he was looking at, but found nothing.

~In the infirmary, a few minutes after Harry dove into Hermione's mind~

Ron and Susan ran in, gasping for breath. "How is he so bloody fast?" said Ron, resting on his knees.

"Maybe because he works out?" replied Susan, looking around. She saw nobody, and Hermione's curtain was closed. There was no sign of Harry.

Ron finally caught his breath and stood. He walked over to Hermione's bed and ripped it open, and sure enough, Harry was sitting in the chair beside her. His eyes were closed, and her hand was in his.

"Found him," said Ron amusedly. "Looks like he had enough time to fall asleep before we got here."

"That's just depressing," said Susan, pulling up another chair. Ron followed suit. "Let's just wait for Cho and Neville to tell them what happened."

~Back in Hermione's mind~

Harry had been looking for awhile, but Hermione's mind seemed to be just like Hermione herself. Flawless. He was getting increasingly frustrated, ab=nd was distracted as Hermione said, "Harry, what are you looking for?"

Harry growled softly, and sat down on the shimmering silk. "In order to get you out, I need to find a small hole, or tear, in your mind. When I find it, we need to step through, and then you will be back."

Hermione's brow furrowed, and she said, "Where am I up there?"

"You're lying in a bed in the infirmary. You're otherwise unhurt, but you don't open your eyes or move. Madam Pomfrey… ehm…" his mouth had run ahead of his mind. "She said you talk in your sleep."

Hermione nodded, and looked out. After a few moments, she looked back and said, "While we're here, let's talk about how you got into my head." She held up a hand when Harry opened his mouth. "We can look while your explaining. But it's obvious that you want to talk about it, and this is probably the most secure place in the world to talk about it."

Harry couldn't argue with her logic, as usual. "Alright. Are you sure you want to know?"

Hermione nodded.

Harry took a deep breath. This was no small step for him. He was about to reveal what he was to his friend, something nobody knew except for the demons and his mother.

"Hermione, I'm a demon."

~Back in the infirmary~

Neville and Cho walked into the infirmary gasping, Cho from helping Neville and Neville from walking on his leg.

"Hey guys, how's Harry?" said Neville, plopping down in a chair with a sigh.

"As far as we can tell, good," said Susan, gesturing to the sleeping boy. "He was like that when we came here."

"Dang. He must have been tired."

Ron laughed. "More like he got bored of waiting for us."

~In Hermione's mind~

Hermione laughed. "Sure, Harry. Is it some spell?"

Harry looked at her, pained, and Hermoine suddenly knew without a shadow of doubt that he was telling the truth.

"Oh my god," she whispered. Harry wrinkled his nose. "You're a- a demon?"

"Half-demon, technically. A cambion. But Hermione-" he reached out to take her hand, but she recoiled. Stung, he continued. "Hermione, I'm not evil or anything. My dad saved my mom from an abusive relationship, and they got together. I came into the picture a year later. Hermione, I would do anything to protect you."

Hermione said nothing. She was making sense of all those times when he got to class before her, the Apparition, how strong he was…

"So, on the train…"

Harry nodded. "I wasn't Apparating. I can shadow-travel, which is a lot easier than Apparating. I was a bit worried that Hogwarts would have sigils against demons, but I was fine."

Hermione was calming slowly. This was still Harry, the boy she had been crushing on since she met him. The boy that had helped Neville fight off three Slytherins. The boy who had refused to let her run into a wall to find out if it was the one to get onto the platform.

Harry was peering at her sadly. "I didn't want to lie to you, Hermione, but I couldn't let this get out, and I didn't know if I could trust you."

Hermione came closer, and snuggled into him. "I'm sorry, Harry. I shouldn't have gotten all scared."

Harry laughed. Hermione closed her eyes, feeling the rumble of his chest as he spoke. "I'm glad you did, Hermione. If you hadn't even taken a step back, I would've been worried for your safety."

Hermione looked up at his smiling face. If this wasn't a good time to confess, then she didn't know what was. "Harry, if we're being honest…" she trailed off, then, before she lost her nerve, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

Harry's eyes widened, and he froze.

Hermione felt this and her heart sank. She started to pull away, but Harry unfroze and followed, keeping their lips locked.

Harry closed his eyes and gave in to the kiss, pulling Hermione to him. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up to him, trying to press closer.

They broke apart, and opened their eyes. Their eyes were bombarded with flashing reds and golds. Harry kept his arms around Hermione , and gazed in awe at the display. Among the explosions was a white star, and Harry realised that that was the way out.

Harry looked down to Hermione, who looked even more beautiful under the light, with the glow reflecting off her eyes. "Hermione, hold on to me."

Hermione looked to him, and pulled herself close. Harry looked up at the star, and started running.

Holding Hermione, he ran faster than he ever had before. Exhilarated, he shouted in jubilation. Hermione joined in, and their voices echoed around, surrounded by silver waves, illuminated by the brilliance of the cracks and booms of Hermione's happiness.

Chapter 13

~In the infirmary~

Smoke slowly came out of Hermione's mouth, and into Harry's.

Harry and Hermione jerked awake, causing Ron to fall off his chair with a curse.

"Finally!" said Susan, looking up from their game of Exploding Snap. "We've been waiting for, like, two hours!"

"Sorry," said Harry, not even looking at her. He was grinning at Hermione, who was red. If she didn't know any better, Susan would have thought they had kissed. But they couldn't have, right? They were sleeping the whole time.

"About time!" said Neville. "Harry, how are you so fast? Ron and Susan fell behind fast, not to mention me and Cho."

Harry grinned sheepishly. "I was worried. I'm just glad Hermione woke up."

"Oh yeah," said Ron, clambering back onto his seat. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

"Thanks," said Hermione. She got out of bed, standing tentatively. Her legs shook but held, so she started walking around to get the feeling back.

At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, planning on checking on her patients again. When she saw Hermione up and walking though, she rushed over and practically shoved her back onto the bed. "Stay there! You should not be walking so soon after getting up!"

Hermione got back in bed. As Madam Pomfrey walked off to check the other beds, she said, "Sheesh. Can't even walk around without her yelling at me." She looked at the others. "I just hope she lets me go before dinner."

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Madam Pomfrey came back and ushered them out.

~Back in the Great Hall~

Classes were almost fun, since Harry knew Hermione was alright. Not to mention they had kissed. That was cool too.

Harry went through his day in a trance, doing homework and taking notes, ignoring glares from Slytherins, and eating lunch with his friends. They noticed how quiet he was being, but they left him alone. That is, until Roger jogged up to their section of the table.

"Harry, tomorrow is our first Quidditch practice. Do you have a broom?"

Harry looked up, surprised. "Not at the moment, but I can get one in time."

"Good. I heard you woke up Hermione, I'm glad. Now, I need to go tell the rest of the team." And he ran off.

"Dang, I forgot you're on the Quidditch team," said Ron, shoving more food into his mouth. "You'll be playing against my brothers, Fred and George."

Harry remembered them. "The twins?"

"That's them. No matter what you do, do not accept food from them. Last time, I turned into a canary."

Harry snorted. He got up and walked out, going to see Hermione before his classes.

They talked, laughed, a few other… things… and Harry was chased out by Madam Pomfrey. All-in-all, it was the best day Harry had had in awhile.

When Harry's classes were done, he wrote a letter to his parents, and gave it to Rush.

To Mom and Dad,

I told her! She took it well, better than I thought she would… Nobody else knows yet, she agreed to keep it a secret until I'm ready. Malfoy and Goldstein, the kids I knew were going to cheat, they still glare at me every once in awhile, but most of the people that blame me for the riot are Slytherins, and that's just them mad that they lost the battle.

So, I haven't told you, but Professor Flitwick thought I was good enough to be a Seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Apparently it's a lot different from Quadpot. Anyway, I need a broom, so can you guys send me mine? Rush can take me in flame travel, so I don't think a broom will be much trouble for him.

Also, I'm way further ahead than the other students in Charms and Potions. Professor Flitwick says I need to learn Charms theory, but Professor Snape seems to really hate me. I don't know why, but I have a feeling he's going to say no when I ask him for an advanced class.

That's a pretty good update. I hope I get to see you guys soon!

Love, Harry

Harry looked over at Rush, who was sitting on his perch, and held out the letter. Rush took it and disappeared in a plume of flame.

~In the Great Hall at dinner~

Harry was eating and laughing with his friends when he felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing to the side. "Hermione!" he exclaimed, scooting to the side so she could sit.

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey said I could come to dinner as long as I don't exert myself," she said, grabbing his hand under the table. Harry grinned and continued eating with his other hand.

"She was okay with that? She wouldn't let me leave for awhile! I had to wait for her to check everyone and then double-check, before she gave in to my whining," said Neville, getting a round of laughs.

"Yes well, Hermione wasn't limping around like an injured chicken," joked Susan.

"True," conceded Neville.

"I heard your first practice is tomorrow," said Hermione, looking at Harry. "Do you have a broom?"

"My parents are sending me mine. How'd you find out so fast?"

"Oh, Lavender Brown and her friend. They were gossiping in the bed next to mine," said Hermione, making herself a plate. "You're like a trend, Harry. Girls aren't cool unless they know what size shoes you wear."

Ron snorted into his pudding, getting a disgusted look from Padma, who was sitting next to him.

"Wow, their standards went up," said Susan sarcastically.

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

Harry turned to look for the source of the voices. He saw two red-heads, and he recognized them as the twins from the platform. "Yes?"

They ran up and stopped in front of him, wringing his hand with both of their own. "We were just saying congratulations on getting onto the Ravenclaw Quidditch team."

"Yes, but we wish you were on the Gryffindor team."

"Still, maybe you can get the Quidditch Cup for Ravenclaw."

"Yeah, better you guys than Slytherin."

"We'll see you on the field!"

"Bye!"

Harry turned back to the table as they jogged back to their table. "Well that was different."

Ron laughed. "They always do that. It's hard to get a word in at my house, especially when they know they're stopping you."

Harry grinned and looked back, seeing them doing the same thing with the Seeker from Hufflepuff. The boy looked surprised but pleased, and was just smiling as they rambled on.

"Uh-oh, Harry," said Ron, who had noticed them as well. "Check your hand."

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at it to find a small silvery substance covering it. The silver was liquid, but if Harry tried to shake it off, it hung onto him.

"Do you know what this is?" he said, showing it to Ron.

Ron paled and said, "I don't know what they call it, but if you try to pick something up it'll stop you, and it lasts for twelve hours."

Harry was a bit nervous now. "I have Quidditch practice tomorrow!"

Ron shrugged. "I'm sure there's a way to get it off."

Harry reached back to pull out his wand, but as soon as he grabbed it, the silver threw it away, to be caught by Hermione.

"Thanks," he said. He took it with his left hand. "It felt awkward, but he cast Wingardium Leviosa and the silver slowly rose up off his hand, in a watery blob.

"Wow," breathed Hermione. "It's beautiful. It almost looks like-"

But she stopped. Harry knew what she was talking about. The blob looked a lot like Hermione's memories.

Harry looked back and saw the Hufflepuff boy hadn't figured it out yet. He kept trying to pick up his fork, and the silver would let it fall. He was getting increasingly frustrated, and punched his hand into his hand. The silver grabbed it, and split in half. Now he had two, one on each hand.

Harry laughed. "He's going to have trouble now," he joked, and everyone laughed.

Harry felt a tug from his side. He looked at Hermione, and she said, "Meet me outside after dinner."

Then she stood up, letting go of Harry's hand. He hadn't even noticed he was holding it. "I'm going to go to bed. See you," she said, and glanced at Harry meaningfully. Then she walked out the Hall.

Harry watched her go, then turned back and kept eating.

"Harry."

Harry looked up to find Ron and Neville grinning at him. "Something you want to tell us?"

Harry smiled and shook his head. "No, there isn't." He stood up and his food disappeared. "Try to figure it out."

He walked out after Hermione, with Ron and Neville looking after him.

~Out on the grounds~

Harry walked out, looking around. He felt Hermione's feeling's farther down, almost on the Quidditch pitch, and kept walking.

When he got there, he felt her behind a tree. He laughed. "Hermione, being a demon, the first thing I learned to do was feel a person's feelings. Come on out."

Hermione came, looking a bit sheepish. She got defensive when she saw him. "Well, how was I supposed to know you could read minds?"

"Not read minds, feelings," corrected Harry, stepping closer. "Want to see what else I can do?"

Hermione nodded.

The first thing Harry did was show her his strength. He lifted up a shed, albeit with a bit of grunting. He then showed her his speed, running to her, then to the edge of the forest, then back in a matter of a couple seconds.

He also showed her shadow-traveling. "That's what I did to get us onto the train. Do you want to try again?" he said, stepping out from under the bleachers.

Hermioone was visibly nervous. "So we'll be going into… Hell?"

"Yes. And I won't look the same there as here. But no matter what, don't let go, okay?"

She nodded, and hugged him across the chest. They vanished in a puff of smoke.

~In Hell~

Hermione came to to find Harry had black eyes, black tattoos that shifted whenever she looked away, and a billowing cloak. Looking around, she saw chains, smoke, and a red glow.

She heard a scream. "Harry, what was that?"

The wind, however, pulled her words away, and Harry didn't hear her.

She kept looking. She saw a few other demons, flying through the air with smoke trailing behind them. A few noticed her and Harry, but then they kept flying. Perhaps they were afraid of Harry because he was a prince of Hell.

"Hermione!"

She looked up to see a rift opening in front of them, and she grabbed onto Harry just in time.

~Back in Hogwarts~

Harry and Hermione came out of Hell under the bleachers, and Harry grabbed onto Hermione before she fell. "What'd you think?" said Harry, laughing.

Hermione looked at him. "Harry, what were those screams?"

Harry sobered. "Hermione, it's called Hell for a reason," he said sadly. "Souls are down there, getting tortured and turned into demons."

Hermione was horrified. "Did that happen to you?"

"No, I was born as a cambion. It happened to my dad, though. He built himself up to king of Hell, though. So it's not too bad."

"Have you tortured people?" said Hermione.

"Not often. Usually it's disobedient demons. Or it's for a crossroads deal."

Hermione was confused. "What's a crossroads deal?"

"It's what my dad was before he was king of Hell. A demon will be at a crossroads, and if you bury a box with the right things inside it, the crossroads demon will appear. You can say one thing, and that demon has to give it to you, but only in exchange for your soul in ten years."

"Have you ever made a deal?"

Harry laughed. "Yeah, and it was weird. To seal the deal, you need to kiss. I had to kiss an old man."

Hermione giggled, imagining Harry. Then she remembered. "Have you taken his soul yet?"

"No. I did it about a year ago, so I will collect when I'm twenty years old."

They processed this, then Harry said, "So, want to see my other powers?"

Hermione nodded, and Harry showed her how he could draw energy from around him and use it to throw bolts of energy through the hoops on the field.

He also created a green eagle, and made Hermione jump. "What is that?"

"I can make constructs using energy. I'm actually drawing the energy from the grass, so I need to stop," he said, and the eagle exploded into shards of jade.

"Wow," breathed Hermione.

"Yeah. You think that's cool, look at this," Harry said, and he pulled out his knife.

"This knife can kill any demon," he said, then turned the blade towards him.

"Harry, what are you-!" Hermione began, but Harry had already plunged the knife at his own chest.

And the blade stopped on his skin with a ting. "I'm invulnerable," he said gleefully.

Hermione breathed out. "God, Harry, don't do that to me."

Harry smiled and shrugged, and said, "So, there's two more things I can do."

"What's that?"

Harry hesitated. "I'm going to show you, promise you won't freak out."

Hermione nodded, and watched as Harry grew a snout, along with a tail and claws.

"I can still talk," he said, and he did a backflip. "Dang, I haven't felt so good in a while."

Hermione was examining him like he was a specimen for her science project. "Maybe your powers are like muscles. The more you use them, the easier it gets."

"Maybe," Harry said. "It would make sense, because I haven't used my powers much at all." He looked at her closely. "Are you ok with this, Hermione?"

Hermione shrugged. "I read about Animagi. This is like another magical ability, just… you're the only one that can do it."

Harry nodded. "So now you understand why the battle was my fault. Or at least, it's my fault that it went on as long as it did."

"No."

Harry looked at her in surprise. She said it with so much force, it sounded foreign coming out of her mouth. "No, Harry, you just wanted to keep your identity a secret. That's fine. I don't blame you, and nobody else would, either."

"But… I haven't shown you yet," he realized. He turned to the Quidditch pitch. Concentrating, he held out his hand. The ground started to writhe, like a giant trying to get the stands off his back. Then hands reached up out of the ground, clawing at the grass, trying to get purchase. When it didn't work, they slowly rose until you could see faces and torsos rising up, and by the time Hermione had reached his side, there was an army of souls standing at attention on the field.

Hermione was speechless. "You- this- how-?"

"I can raise damned souls from Hell to obey my commands. So, you see. I could've summoned these guys, and the riot would've been over within the minute."

Hermione looked thoughtful as she watched the souls shuffle around. "No, more likely the students would've just run away, and trampled even more."

Harry paused. He hadn't considered that.

"Not to mention, the souls don't look gentle. So if you had told them to stop the riot, they would've run in, punching and kicking until there was no one left."

"All right, all right. I get it," Harry said, holding a hand out to the souls. They sank into the grass, and the field was there, not a blade of grass out of place. If she hadn't seen it, Hermione could've sworn nothing had been there in the first place.

Harry turned to her. "So, I'm going to ask one more time. Are you ok with me being a demon?"

Hermione nodded. "I'm fine, Harry. I can be friends with a demon. Well," she added cheekily. "Half-demon."

Harry grinned, and pulled her into a hug. This was better than he had thought.

Wow! I honestly did not see that coming. I am but a vessel, for the words to flow through my fingers to the keyboard, to the screen, and to your guys's phones and tablets and computers. I really enjoyed these chapters; let me know what you guys thought.

And yes, I brought in Luna early. Don't judge me, I was actually writing about Harry finding a little girl outside the common room before I knew who the little girl was.

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