Lady Darkness: Era Obscurum
Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a girl who found a genie. The genie told her he could grant her one wish. She wished to own Harry Potter. Alas, I am that girl and yet I still do not own Harry Potter. Sigh.
Dedication goes to: anangelwithnoname, DaRkNeSs is SeDuCtIvE, BlackWerewolfOfPurpleRoses, SciFi Lover 87, and Shadow-The Black Queen, Leanora and nature lover 95.
THREE
Intelligence is a Weapon
The air was cloudy and storm clouds gathered. Lightning flashed outside the window, and several trees rustled outside. The Manor echoed with loud sounds, and outside rain flooded the place. It marked the period they were in, dark and gloomy, under Voldemort's rain. Hours passed and the storm remained, growing more terrible by the second. Inside the large house, a little girl, only two years old, scrambled to one of the front windows in the house, watching as the rain slowly stopped. It was unusual, as it had been raining for two years, non-stop.
The girl, who had two brown pig-tails and honey coloured eyes, jumped from her spot near the windows and ran into the hands of her mother, who had made her first entrance into the Manor in three days. Her mother, most formerly known as Lady Celena Riddle, enveloped her daughter in a hug, her own eyes pouring with tears.
"Mummy, why are you crying?" The innocent girl asked, rocking back and forth, "You look upset."
"I-I," Her voice was cracking, "I'm just glad to see you, sweetheart."
Several days passed, then weeks and then months. Soon Celena's daughter had turned nine years old, and was growing smarter by the minute. Slowly, Hermione Riddle started to become more aware of her surroundings, as they walked in the streets of the Muggle Parks – much to Celena's disgust, they couldn't walk around in Hogsmeade – and Hermione soon became more analysing of the people, particularly the children, who had walked in with their families.
Celena should have known the day would come. Only she didn't think it would come so soon. She'd expected it around the age of ten or eleven, but she realised that she shouldn't have been so underestimating of her daughter. The day had started off great, and Celena had retired to her study, when her daughter had walked in, looking nervous and slightly guilty.
"Mother," Hermione had asked, fiddling with her hair, "Why don't I have a Father?"
The wind blew strongly, and Celena stared, her mouth opened wide and her eyes blinking back tears. Hermione had obviously realised her discomfort and reprimanded herself, "I'm sorry Mother, I shouldn't have asked."
"No, No," Celena sighed, shaking her head, "its okay, Hermione...I-I'll tell you about your father. How much do you want to know?"
"I want to know everything," Hermione had said, "How did you guys meet? How was Father like? Was he nice? Did he like me? Where is he now? Why did he leave us? Did he leave...because of me? Does anyone know my father? Does Father look handsome?"
"Hold your horses," Celena smiled, between her tears. She reminded her so much of him and how eager she was...just like him. Celena choked back tears and hoisted the little girl on her lap, stroking her brown curls, "Your father, well, he was the most handsome boy in the school. When he married me and had you, he said that he would never leave us."
"Then why did he?" Hermione asked, curiously.
"Are you sure you want to know?" She asked, tiredly. Hermione nodded vigorously, and Celena sighed, "Well, your father had strong opinions on Muggles; he hated them with every fibre of his bones. He wanted to rid them from this world, forever."
Hermione nodded, bitterly, "I see why...they are always acting so...weird. I don't like them, Mother."
Celena smiled, she was just like her father, "Me neither, sweetie...anyway, most people didn't agree. Your father, her rebelled against them...after her married me, her allied himself with other purebloods and named himself the Dark Lord, or Voldemort. He and his Death Eaters started killing off Muggles, or like he said..."
"Mudbloods," Hermione finished.
"Yes," Celena nodded, tears still falling, "He asked me to join the Death Eaters, and I accepted. He didn't brand me, like he did with the others. I was the one who created the Avada Kedavra curse. It kills anyone within a heartbeat. Anyway, as he went on conquering things, people became scared of him. They called him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who. But, sweetie, you must know that your Daddy was the nicest man I know. He loved us both, and he used to call you his sweet little princess."
"Then why did he leave?" Hermione asked, curiously.
"He-he didn't have a choice," Celena wept, "He went to kill the Potters, who were part of the Light Team trying to kill him, but when he got to their one-year-old-son, he deflected the curse using advanced magic. S-something happened and the Potter kid managed to live, while reflecting the curse back to your father...and he-he died."
"Died!?" Hermione exclaimed, whipping around to face her crying mother. Hermione's frizzy hair jolted around her face, as if she had been electrocuted, and her eyes were flashing red just like her father's would do when he was angry, "You mean to tell me that a stupid boy was responsible for killing my father? That I don't have a Daddy to love because SOME KID murdered him!!"
"His name is Harry Potter," Celena said, wiping tears away, "He is famous for killing him, everybody in the Wizarding World worships Harry, except for your Father's followers."
"Then," Hermione hissed, dangerously like Voldemort, "Harry Potter shall pay for killing him. I would have a Father if it weren't for him. It's his entire fault..."
"Hermione," Celena comforted, her own eyes starting to fill with rage. When she put it that way, it seemed different, "We will wait, once you get your Hogwarts letter, everything will change. You will become friends with that Potter and you will disguise yourself as a Mudblood,"
"Why would I want to be friends with the boy who killed my father?" Hermione countered, angrily.
"You will, you'll make him think that your his friend and you shall pretend to help him, but you shall also try to kill him," Celena smirked, "But first, we will wait for an opportunity to rise. After all, intelligence is a weapon."
The air crackled and storm clouds gathered. Another storm had begun...
---
"September 3rd," I murmured to myself, as I stalked towards the Great Hall. I knew I was late, because Ginny had left me a note saying that she'd save me a spot at the Gryffindor table. I didn't mind so much, though, but I was still getting used to the route from Salazar's Quarters to the Great Hall. Unfortunately I didn't posses the Marauder's Map, like some people, so I had to be extra careful of when I exit the Quarters.
Luckily, though, Ginevra and I had found out that Salazar's Quarters was indeed un-plottable, and the Marauder's wouldn't put it on their map if they didn't know it existed. I sighed as I pushed open the doors, striding into my usual seat opposite Ginny. Everyone turned to look at me for a fraction of a second, before turning back to their own plates of food.
Ginny and I greeted each other, talking idly about random things. I was itching to tell her about my latest idea, but I bit my tongue. Instead, I asked her what classes we had that day. Instantly, Ginny whipped out her schedule, as if she had known that I would've asked that question. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and listened to Ginny as she flicked through her schedule.
"Well, today's Wednesday, so we have Potions first, then a double period of DADA," Ginny hissed the last word, her voice laced with venom. I smirked slightly and motioned for her to continue. She blinked, realising what she was doing and snorted, before continuing, "Okay, well after that we have Lunch then a double of Transfiguration...then two free periods."
My mouth twisted upwards and I grinned, "I'm looking forward to Potions, for sure and I really want to get to notice Professor Hallow before. I feel like I've met him somewhere, don't you think?"
"Maybe we haven't actually met him," Ginny murmured, sipping her drink in a regal manner, "Just seen him somewhere. If we've both seen him, it was probably at you Ma- house."
"That makes sense," I murmured, "Well, come on, Potions awaits us."
We finished our breakfast quickly and left the Great Hall earlier than anyone. We reached the Potions classroom, where Mother had already made her entrance and was sitting on her dark wooded table. She smiled at us, curling her honey coloured hair. I grinned and greeted her with a quick hug.
"Hey sweetie, did you two have a good sleep in your dorm?" Mother greeted us, smiling.
I exchanged glances with Ginny, who blushed and then murmured, "Well, about that...we haven't exactly been at our dorm..."
Mother raised one eyebrow and looked at us, "What exactly does that mean?"
I opened my mouth to answer, when the door creaked open. I turned on my heel and watched as Potter and Weasley made their way into the classroom, eyeing us warily. A shot a glare at Ron in particular and the whispered that we'd show her later, before saying loudly, "Thank you, Professor Celena, you've been a great, nice help..."
Mother watched me, amused with my antics and then smiled at Ginny who waved at her and sat right next to me like she always did. Soon the class was filled with familiar faces and once everyone had settled in, Mother asked them for our homework, before waving us off to complete our potions, while she marked our papers.
"Okay," I whispered to Ginny, "Since the Nemus is a very short-term project, we should be able to test them on Monday, next week. The potions should be done by Friday, right?"
"So, is that when she'll give you the antidote?" Ginny hissed back. I nodded quickly, feeling Harry's eyes watching us again. I sighed silently, alerting my partner that someone was listening, and we both continued on our potions dutifully. Before we knew it, the bell had rung signalling the switching of classes.
"Miss Weasley and Miss Granger," Mother called out, as we turned to leave, "I need to speak to you about your detention that I issued yesterday..."
"Yes Professor," Ginny nodded, plastering a guilty look on her face.
Once everyone had left, jumping in excitement for DADA, we made our way towards the front desk again. Mother looked at us, a bit annoyed, "Okay, what's this about not sleeping in your dorm?"
"Well...um..." I stuttered, messing with my hair, "Let's just say that we found another place to reside. We'll show it to you during our 'detention' after Dinner, okay?"
Mother eyed us sceptically, before giving in, "Okay, fine. Wait while I write you a pass..."
---
The door creaked and Ginny and I walked into the classroom putting on an excited facade. The whole class, including Black turned around to see us. Using my best acting skills – which had come in very, very handy, especially when it came to Harry – I gave them a meek smile, and fumbled with my late pass.
"Sorry about that Sir..." I said, purposefully slipping on my words, "I mean Professor Black."
"That's quite all right Hermione," Sirius smiled, waving me to two empty seats, "We have barely even started. We're just going over the basics of duelling..."
I grinned and beside me, I felt Ginevra beaming a fake smile. Seriously, sometimes I think we could become professional actresses, the amount of lying we've done!
"This term," Black was lecturing us, "We will be learning all about Duelling. You'll get to learn the most common curses used in Duelling and the most efficient. You'll learn the tradition and how to be courteous and of course, do a lot of duelling."
He laughed merrily and I scowled behind my hand. Stupid Black, he was a traitor to the Most Noble House of Black. He was lucky he got away with just being disowned...
The lesson went by slowly, as Black outlined the basics of duelling. We already know that, I wanted to scream, but I forced myself not to. By the time the end of the lesson arrived, he bid us farewell, saying, "Next time, once Moo... Remus comes back; we'll be hosting a duel, just to see how well you guys are coming."
"Way past where you'll be," Ginny hissed beside me, taking the words right out of my mouth.
Intelligence is a weapon, that's what Mother had told me and that's what kept me from dropping my mask all these years.
"Intelligence is a weapon," I murmured, under my breath, "I'll just keep telling myself that."
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Transfiguration had always been one of my favourite subjects. Partially because McGonagall had favoured me so much, and because it was one of the places where you couldn't do anything without a wand. When Ginny and I walked into the class, Professor Hallow was sitting in an important position behind his desk. As soon as we sat in our desks, two tests appeared on out table, as well as a quill and a bottle of ink.
"As you can see, today we will be having a test," There goes the wand theory, I thought, as Professor Hallow continued, "It is charmed to not be opened until the roll is finished, so do not try to cheat, as you will be severely punished."
The class sat in silence, when Professor Hallow suddenly glared at Ron, "Thirty points from Gryffindor and a detention to the boy with the red hair and ugly face!"
Ginny and I suppressed giggles; I was starting to like this professor already! Professor scanned the room like a hawk, before retrieving his roll and started listing off various people.
"Hermione Granger," He said and I raised my hand, promptly. I saw him eye me for a second, his eyes bearing a calculating look in them, before he nodded and continued on with the roll.
"Harry Potter," He called out, and everyone turned to see how Professor Hallow reacted. His face was impassive, if not bearing a tint of disgust. I smirked, before quickly covering my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Ronald Weasley," At this he glared at the 'boy with the red hair and ugly face'.
"Ginevra Weasley," I saw him turn, preparing to glare at the girl who was the sister of the red-haired boy, but his face softened a bit when he saw Ginny raise her hand. He bore the same calculating look, before smiling briefly and continuing on with the roll.
There was something with that new professor, and I was going to find out what. As Mother said, Intelligence is a weapon!
---
Dinner passed quickly, and soon Ginny and I found ourselves walking to the Potions classroom to serve our so-called Detention. Mother was already waiting for us, twirling her wand around her fingers, looking bored. When she saw us, she brightened up, failing to keep her I'm-still-angry look. Good thing I inherited my father's acting skills.
"Are you ready to be blown away, Mother?" I grinned.
"I suppose so," She replied, suspiciously.
Ginny laughed and we took her to the moving staircases. Carefully choosing the correct steps, we found ourselves standing right in front of Salazar's Quarters, or as Mother saw it – a dead end. Ginny smirked and announced, "Welcome to our dorm..."
"Girls," Mother said, tiredly, "I don't see anything."
"Not yet," Ginny giggled. She turned to me, "Hermione, do the honours."
"Gladly..."
I turned to the wall, smiling at Mother. I slowly traced the hexagon, lighting up the dots. I watched as Mother's eyes widened as she saw a snake pop out and I murmured the password – Lies of an angel – making the doorknob appear. Mum looked even more surprised, if that was possible and I unhooked my necklace, placing it on the doorknob, which clicked open. I reached to open the doorknob, before grinning at my mum.
"You know, that's only the long way," I laughed, "You could just flash the emblem at the hexagon and then it would open up. Well, at least if the snake recognized you."
Mother's eyes filled with curiosity and I supplied, "We're both parsletongue..."
She nodded, "Well, are you going to show me your dorm, or not?"
Ginny laughed, before opening the door and smiling, "Welcome to Salazar's Quarters!"
---
I was lounging on a black comforter, reading one of Mother's old books on Azkaban, while she talked about Potions to Ginny. After a while, I put down the book – which was currently listing the sectors in Azkaban and about the dementors – and listened to Mother intently.
"There are four parts to every potion," Mother was saying, "The first part, the base, consists of three basic elements that are important to the potion. For example, it may be Beazor and Basilisk Skin, along with Dragon Heartstring. These will create the base of the potion. The second part is called the Elements, and that consists of the extra elements you will put inside. So, in our case, that would be blood and crushed Hocrux. The third part is called the Maine, and that is the part when you add all the extra bits and pieces to make the potion work. You have to be very careful about what goes in what, because otherwise it may re-act badly. The last part is called the reactant, which is the last ingredient. It varies for each potion, but in our case it will be your Father's ring."
Ginny nodded, from where she was jotting down notes on her notepad, and looked up, "That makes sense. So basically, you have to know a lot about what reacts with what."
"Basically, yes," Celena nodded, "But, unlike some wizards, we already have a draft potion – the one that Pettigrew brew for Tom during the Tri-Wizard tournament. All we have to do though is make it more advanced and ten times as effective, because of the Hocruxes."
Wow, we were learning a lot. But you know what they say...
"Intelligence is a weapon," I said, causing Ginny to turn towards me, "And we need all the weapons we have."
"True to that, sister," Ginny smirked.
---
The next day started off very boring. As it was Thursday, we had to attend Care of Magical Creatures, which was now compulsory as long as every other subject. Professor Roberts was nothing special, a bit like Hagrid, only more practical – Thank God for that. Unfortunately that was just the beginning – next we had to go to Divination! Not to mention a double period of it!
Ginny was all weird about it as well. She was like, "Hermione, it'll be alright. I have a feeling that something good is going to happen today..."
I rolled my eyes at the thought and climbed up the long stairs to the Divination tower. When I got up there, I almost scoffed when I saw some very familiar crystal balls set up. I sighed and took a seat opposite Ginny, who was still gazing off in a very Luna-like manner. Soon, Professor Longbottom had told us to test our 'skills' by gazing into the crystal ball.
We sat in silence, and I narrowed my eyes and gazed into the cloudy ball, but I couldn't see anything. Suddenly Ginny gasped and I jerked my head up to wear she was looking upwards, massaging her temple. Professor Longbottom rushed to her side, her voice asking if Ginny was okay.
"Y-yes Professor," Ginny smiled, weakly, "I just saw something...t-that's all."
Ginny saw something? Apparently Professor Longbottom was curious as well, because she urged Ginny to explain. The red-head looked a bit wary, but told her anyway, "Um...well, I saw Headmistress McGonagall. She was in her office and she was talking to the owner of Hogsmeade...she was saying something about moving the Hogsmeade weekend up two weeks."
"Miss Weasley," Vylanna gasped, delighted, "It seems we have a True Seer in our class."
A true Seer...? Those were supposed to be the most powerful types of Seers in the Wizarding World, who can predict real visions and have naturally strong talents and Occulmency shields. They were supposed to be very rare and there weren't many in the world left. Only about two or three, if my brain serves me well...
So, what was Ginny doing as a True Seer?
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It was Friday, and by then the original shock of Ginny being a True Seer had eventually worn off. We both accepted it, Ginny very happily. Though I was a bit wary of Divination, Ginny was my best friend, so if Divination pleased her, then it was fine with me.
Today was also the day we had our first DADA duel. After finishing the Nemus in Potions, we headed straight to DADA, and even I had to admit, I couldn't wait to properly duel someone.
"So," Professor Lupin greeted us, "As you can see, we've taken on a new appearance for our duelling competition. It's only a friendly competition, though, so don't do anything too drastic and no dark spells allowed."
"You can disarm, hex, attack and shield," Black had added. He flicked his new wand and a list of names appeared on the board. "Okay, as Remus said, friendly competition, so we've paired you with your own house members."
I looked at the board, scanning through the lists, until I found my name. Written right underneath 'Ginny, Ron' was 'Harry, Hermione'...I turned to Ginny and we both smirked evilly. My eyes turned dark red for a second. Now, it would be time for a little minor revenge...nothing too drastic, though. Like Lupin and Black had said – it was a friendly competition.
"Okay, we will do this in random order," Lupin declared, "First – Ginny and Ron Weasley."
I watched as the two red-heads stood on opposite ends of the duelling stage, Ginny still smirking widely. They both bowed and then the duel began. Ginny immediately shouted the first spell she could recall, "Avis!"
A flock of birds flew out of her wand and Ron managed to duck, but only barely. He growled and said his own spell, "Confundo!"
"Protego," Ginny projected a shield, making the curse bound off and hit Ron. While he was temporarily confused, she called out, "Expelliarmus!"
She clutched Ron's wand. Once Ron had realised what had happened, Ginny was grinning evilly. She pointed her wand at Ron, muttering her famous Bat-Bogey Hex, before stupefying him. Everyone looked a bit shocked that Ron had only cast one spell, which had reflected, but clapped anyway. Ginny bowed, giving Lupin Ron's wand, before returning to her spot. I high-fived her under the table and she grinned, victoriously
"Next – Harry Potter and Hermione Granger," Black announced, rubbing his hands together, "This should be very interesting."
I snorted silently, before making my way onto the platform. I gave Harry an evil eye, as if to tell him that I wouldn't go easy on him. He looked way too confident that he would win, and I was looking forward to wipe that smile off his face. We bowed and I held back a smirk.
"Furnunculus," I yelled. Harry didn't have time to think, and was soon covered in boils.
"Finite Incantem," He said, healing his face. He turned his wand on me, "Incarcerous!"
I felt ropes tightened around my body and I growled and I raised my wand to them, "Incendio!"
The ropes burnt off and I stood up, and pointed my wand at Harry again, "Impedimenta!"
Harry obviously didn't know the curse, and before he knew it, he had fallen over onto his knees with his hands bound up with thick ropes. I smiled, not wanting to ruin the fun I shouted, "Expelliarmus...Levicorpus!"
Soon Potter was dangling from his feet with his wand in my hand. I muffled a laugh, but cried out anyway, "Rictusempra...Tarantallegra!"
It was truly a sight to see – Harry Bloody Potter was dangling by his feet in mid-air, tied up with ropes, laughing uncontrollably, while his feet preformed their own tap-dance. I snorted in laughter and saw Ginny covering her mouth as well. Though, apart from Sirius, everyone else looked absolutely horrified.
I giggled, before crying out the finishing spell, "Stupefy!"
As I made my way to my own desk, I couldn't help but shoot a triumphant glance at a very unhappy duo. Mother was right – Intelligence was a weapon. If Harry had known the spell I'd said, maybe he would have prevented it, but whom really cares? I beat Potter – the so-called champion of DADA and saviour of the Wizarding World.
Yes, life was good.
---
After Dinner, Ginny and I returned to our Quarters, victory resting on our shoulders. We were so happy that we didn't mind spending three hours studying our separate projects – Ginny being the Potions and mine being Azkaban. I sighed, raking my hand through my hair. If only I could get actual photographic pictures of Azkaban, ones that would analyse the entire building and its weak points. I knew it didn't exist, but if I could twist a few charms around, I might be able to do something. But, still, how did I get it all the way to Azkaban?
I heard Ginny sigh on the other side of the room. I turned to look at her, "Hey, Gin? If you help me with my project, I'll help you with yours."
"Great idea," Ginny smirked. "After all, you need a True Seer's perspective!"
I chucked a pillow at her, but nevertheless gave her my notes. She looked at them, calculatingly before turning to me. "Why don't you conduct an experiment? Like send Artemis with something, tell her to drop it in Azkaban and then ask her to wait for an hour or something and the get it back? I mean, it sounds complicated, but owls are really smart."
"You...Are...A...Genius!" I squealed, hugging Ginny, tightly. "Thank you so much!"
"Hey! You've got to help me with mine!" Ginny laughed, "I'm on the Base, I've got two ingredients but I need the third."
She handed me her own book, which was covered in messy scrawls with random notes. At the bottom, it read Gyrade and Basilisk Venom. I touched the booklet, thoughtfully. Gyrade would bring the stamina into the potion, and the basilisk venom would bring in poison and darkness, which would be subsided enough by the Gyrade to make it dark, but not painful. What was missing was a touch of magic – very strong, ancient magic. I could only think of one thing that would fit the description.
"A Lethifold heart," I breathed out, "They are very rare, but I know Father used to have some. They are very dark and hold powerful magic."
"A Lethifold heart...?" Ginny murmured, getting her usual calculating look. Suddenly she brightened and she grinned, "Mione, that's perfect! Now I've got the Base down, and have half of the Elements, I'm nearly half way done!"
"That's great Gin," I laughed, "But if you don't mind...I have an experiment to do..."
"Right, sorry..."
See where intelligence can take you?
---
It was just like Ginny had predicted – Headmistress McGonagall had indeed moved up Hogsmeade weekend to the 21st of September. She had announced it to the school that day, Sunday, and much to Professor Longbottom's amusement, the elder kids looked at Ginny in awe. Ginny had held her head up high, shooting everyone I-told-you-so looks.
"You do know that it means that we have to go to Azkaban earlier than usual?" I asked her, once we had retired to our Quarters. I scoffed as I saw Ginny's proud face morph into one of shock. She sighed and shot me a look that clearly said that she wasn't happy I'd ruined her happy dance. "It's all the more reason to speed up a bit, Gin."
"Yeah, yeah..." Ginny sighed, staring out of the window. Suddenly her face changed into recognition and she turned to me, "Isn't that Artemis?"
I whipped around and jumped in glee when I saw my familiar owl fly through the open windows. I grinned as she perched herself onto the wall, dropping a perfectly shaped black box next to her. Ginny looked excited as well, "That means that we can analyse Azkaban now!"
"We're well on our way," Ginny grinned, "But, seriously...I need to see your Mother about the Element stage in the potion, so I've got to run!"
"Wait," I said, stroking Artemis's feathers, "I have to ask her about the potion that we're going to need for tomorrow."
"Oh!" Ginny cried, "I completely forgot about that! Come on, let's go!"
I sighed as Ginny dragged me from Salazar's Quarters and into the corridors out near the Great Hall. Dinner had finished a few minutes ago, so Mother would probably be in her Private Quarters. She'd shown us them on Saturday, when she had taken us down there to help Ginny with researching more potion ingredients and to spend more time with us.
We were just walking past our Charms classroom, when we heard footsteps come from in front of us. I jerked upwards, before settling myself. I looked to see who it was and mentally cursed myself when I saw Potter and Weasley look at us gobsmacked.
"W-what are you doing here?" Ron spluttered.
"We," Ginny said, a slight sneer in her voice, "Are going to see Professor Ravenclaw. What are you doing here?"
"We were visiting Padfoot and Moony," Harry chided, in a similar tone.
"Well then," I sniffed, "We better be off."
We turned our backs and stalked off into the direction of Mother's Quarters, when I heard Harry call out to us. He had dropped his stiff expression and now looked exasperated. He sighed, "Guys, we've been in this stupid fight for too long! Can't we just be friends again? Whatever we did, we're sorry...besides; we've been through way too much to be like this!"
I was about to retort some Slytherin-worthy remark, when I heard Ginny say to Harry, "Okay, we were getting a bit miffed too...Friends?"
What was she saying?
"Always," Harry grinned, giving Ginny a hug. I repeat: What was she doing?
"We should be going then," I said, sweetly. Harry nodded and Ron gave us a meek smile, before I dragged Ginny into a secluded corner, before exploding. "What exactly did you thing you were doing, Ginevra Molly Weasley?"
"What you told me to," She smirked, "After all – Intelligence is a weapon."
Intelligence is a Weapon...
INTELLIGENCE IS A WEAPON
Wow! My longest chapter yet....Trust me; most of the chapters will not be like this. Anyway, I am thrilled about the next chapter, because that skips straight to the part when Hermione and Ginny – oops, I shouldn't tell you anything! You'll just have to wait and see!
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