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Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
-Leonard Cohen
Ava could not sleep however due to the pounding music, and the yelling and screaming (and she could have sworn she heard groans) coming from the no doubt drunken people downstairs. Throwing off her blankets in anger Ava looked at her clock and read 12:34 A.M. Are they bonkers?! Casting a spell to change her quickly into different pajamas, made of silk of course, she raced down her stairs and looked at the scene in front of her.
By the fireplace were various people making out, some from the same house, others from different. In beetween the kitchen were groups of "dancing" people. Oh yes, "dancing." This is because, they weren't really dancing as so much as bobbing their heads together and falling on each other. By the kitchen were people mixing together different foods and lighting them on fire to see what happened.
Everywhere she looked people were destroying objects, hitting objects, hitting each other, on each other, ect. She took a deep breath and stood at the top base of the stairs overlooking the room. She saw no Harry Potter. But, she did see his two cronies.
Hermione Granger was leaning against the door about to leave the room, and looked like she was waiting for someone. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was waiting for Ron Weasley. He was one of the boys lighting things on fire. In her kitchen. She closed her and eyes, and brought up all her strength she could muster,
"Everyone can leave right now! It's either that or stay behind and clean up! Your choice! Anyone who stays after three minutes is up, will be using their best clothes to dust, polish, and mop every single hard tile in this room! You will put every broken object back together the muggle way! I'm setting the timer now!", she yelled.
"What?! Is that your biological clock Ava?". one drunken boy yelled. Ava glared down at him as he slapped hands with his buddies, she pointed her wand at him and screeched, "Flippendo!"
He was soon shot backwards into the wall, his drink falling out of his hands and crashing onto the floor. People rushed over to help him and he jumped up and yelled, "You whore! You're gonna pay for that!" blood dripped out of his mouth, and he wiped it with his sleeve.
"Great. Once your hangovers gone, then come see me, alright? I'm sure I can distract you with some firewhiskey.", she smiled at him. Seeing that everyone was still loitering about in her area, she rolled her eyes, looked at her watch and yelled, "A minute and a half people! Get moving!"
Remembering the afforementioned rule, people started walking out of the room. The boy, (who she now realized was a Ravenclaw), left last and sneered at her while he walked away. She raised her eyebrows and brought out her wand, and he left the room and shut the door behind him.
Walking downstairs, she did a quick search to look for Potter to make sure she didn't need to recast the spell. She felt it beginning to wear off and the original grey and green plaid boxers, and the grey sports bra she were wearing were visible. She sighed and began to cast various spells to pick up the pieces of trash littering the floor.
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Harry Potter watched the girls clothes change and she was quickly wearing green and gray boxers, and a grey sports bra. Harry held back a gasp or surprise when he saw the countless number of bruises, and what appeared to be bite marks on various parts of her body. She winced when she tripped over a broken cup, and he figured that her ankle must have been hurt too.
Harry shifted his weight so that he could adjust the invisibility cloak a little bit more to be comfortable. He had only gone under it to escape the party. But, he never had imagined seeing something like this. Had she been in an accident? Was she just being rough at her house? Maybe falling?
No, Harry thought, You don't get bruises like that from falling on the grass.. Trying to think of ways she might get bruises like that, something suddenly hit him.
The bite marks. That was it. They were on top of her breasts, on the side of her stomach, and she had a hickey on her neck.. She wasn't in an accident. She was being beat. But, by who? Her father had gone to Azkaban, Malfoy wouldn't do that, neither would her mother.. there had to be someone who Harry was forgetting.
He thought about the people known to Ava in some way or another as he watched her walk around, wincing everytime she bent down, or hit something with her ankle. She looked beautiful. He wasn't going to deny it, Ava Malfoy was certainly a goddess of her own making. But aren't Goddesses' strong?
So, why was she hurt? There had to be some logical explanation for how this was happening, and Harry figured he would find out in due time. Hopefully.
She walked up the stairs into her bedroom. Once he heard the door close, he waited a couple of seconds, and walked into his own room.