Harmony continued to play hilarious pranks on anyone, but no matter what she did, whether it was putting itching powder down the back of Ginny's neck or replacing Luna's earings with two dead rats, she couldn't shake a feeling of sadness. Her sandess was both for Harry and Mione, whose love did not seem to be possible, and for her own life. For Harmony Butterfly Winter Dawn Hippogriff was carrying around a terrible burden of angst.
She tried to conceal this burden from her many friends at Hogwarts, but they couldn't help seeing the shade of sorrow shimmering in the depths of her rose-quartz eyes, the occasional limpness in her pale blue hair. People asked what was troubling Hogwart's new favorite student, but she just smiled and said everything was fine. She couldn't let them know anything was wrong.
Meanwhile Ginny the hideous freckled Weasley was acting incredibly suspiciously. Harmony suspected Ginny might have overheard the conversation she had had with Mione, because Ginny was guarding Harry closer than ever. She stuck her hideous, diseased tongue down the boy who lived's throat every time Mione or Harmony tried to speak to him. Often Harry had a sad or frightened expression on his face, but he seemed paralyzed, as if a spell had rendered him unable to act.
Harmony wondered what had got to the boy who lived: was it an imperio curse or a love sickness potion? Whatever the smelly weasel tramp troll had done, she was certain to get to the bottom of it. She investigated Ginny's room and found a lot of empty bottles and stuff lying around, so she suspected amorentia might be at work here. "I'll get you Ginny you evil ho." She whipsered.
Meanwhile Mione herself was determined to rescue the Boy who lived from the freckly weasley's foul clutches. She started to do her hair properly every day, and wear lots of chocolate brown, as it was her dear boy Harry's favorite color. Collaborating with Harmony, she managed to distract Ginny by giving her a severe case of dihrea.
While Ginny was distracted Mione approached Harry while wearing a chocolate brown satin cocktail dress with strappy heels and a diamond tiara. "Harry," she said in a seductive voice. "Why have I been seeing so little of you lately."
Harry's forehead sweated and his beautiful lime green eyes were full of the true love that will last forever. "Oh, Hermione," he said sadly, "Ginny's been demanding so much of my attention lately." He shook his head ruefully, his gleaming immaculately groomed black hair shining like raven feathers under the candlelight. His expression indicated that he would rather be with Mione than that inbred skunk Ginny.
"Just because she demands," Mione said gently. "Doesn't mean that you should give her what she wants."
"Well, truly, Mione, I can't help it," Harry said, tears of purest white diamond sparkling in his gemstone eyes. "Because Mione," he said, his voice fighting and struggling as if it was waging some great mental war. "I think she's got me under a love potion!"
Mione frowned, her coffee eyes darknening with rage and fury toward the vile Weasley that had dared slime its way between her and her boy. "How dare she!" she hissed furiously, clutching Harry in a full-body hug. "How dare that filthy ugly dirty stinky stupid Weasel tramp get between me and my Harrycakes!"
"You've got to help me Mione!" Harry whispered, his bright grass colored eyes flickering about as if expecting Ginny to return at any moment. "I think I'm in danger of losing my mind! I'm under the potions control! I should have fought it at first but I didn't realize until it was too late!"
"Come with me Harry!" cried Mione with the fierce protectiveness of a mother bear. "Let's go up to the top of the Astronomy tower! It's never too late! I have a solution!"
They grasped each other's loving hands while Ginny was still in agony on Myrtle's bathroom and rushed upstairs. Mione felt how wonderful it was to have her boy's precious hand in her own hand, and glowed with inner happiness. Soon Harry would be realeased from the evil spell of false love.
They rushed outside to the top of the tower. The sky was cloudless and you could see all the constellations. The yellow moon was full and the stars shone like a million diamonds and gems studded to the sky. Harry and Mione drew breath, astounded by the beauty, and turned to each others' faces, even more astounded by what they saw there.
"I can help you Harry!" Mione said fiercely. "Love potion has a cure! But first we have to do something about the Weasel Tramp!"
But before Harry could reply they heard the sound of wingbeats in the air. They looked up as something heavy flew down. It was a hippogriff. But no ordinary hippogriff. This hippogriff had feathers of the palest blue, like the clouds on a winters dawn when there's snow on the ground and the clouds are reflecting the snow. It had eyes of the palest pink, with a gold undertone, like the sunrise on the winter's dawn. It's beak and claws were burnished gold.
And a single crystalline tear dripped from one of its eyes.
Suddenly with a big bang the hippogriff disappeared and there stood Harmony Butterfly Winter Dawn Hippogriff. She was crying. "Something is horribly wrong," she said in a voice so uncharacteristically mournful that it was frightening.
"What? What is it?" Harry cried bravely. "We defeated Voldemort."
"Yes," Harmony said, her voice antarctic with desolation. "but everything is bigger in America. Including Dark Lords."