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So much had happened recently and Harry had no idea where to begin. Tom seemed to really find spending time with Harry much better than getting acquainted with his own Housemates. But then again, the Ravenclaws were a bit snooty and since Harry never tried to make friends with them because of that reason, he could understand why Tom did not want to spend any time with them. They were annoying and it was like layering a bunch of Hermiones on top of each other, without any of the Gryffindor traits that she had picked up from both Ron and Harry. In plain words, it was all too much.
Classes had proved to be brilliant. Professor Lupin seemed to be the only Defense professor they'd had since Harry came to the school, that could actually do his job and make it interesting. They had so far studied Boggarts, Kappas, and Red Caps. And it was nice that Professor Lupin actually bothered to award points to other Houses and not just Gryffindor even though he was a Gryffindor alumni. It always felt good to see the shock on the Slytherin's faces when a Slytherin actually got points in his class.
Harry took to runes like a duck to water. The Study of Ancient Runes was probably the best class he had ever had. The practical application for runes was so vast that Harry could choose an abundant amount of future employment methods, just from studying runes. And with Varix helping him as often as possible, he was doing best in the class. Better than even Hermione was. The only other class Harry ever busted Hermione in was Defense Against the Dark Arts. It felt nice to be able to earn a good grade over Hermione.
Now, while Harry's retention and understanding were much more advanced than his peers, he still had to work harder to memorize and understand text. Varix made him set aside time in every day in order to read his school books and the books that he brought with him. The only reason he was so far ahead of Hermione was because he had access to books that she did not. Most of his extra books came from the Potter Manor library.
It wasn't like he did bad in any of those other classes. Harry now managed to have one of the top three positions in almost every class he had. Herbology was number four but that was okay because he wasn't really that interested in plants. But the rest of it was all pretty good so he couldn't complain.
Hagrid's classes were also a lot better than he thought they would be. It was easy to tell that Hagrid felt very passionate towards the subject of magical creatures in the way that he spoke about creatures and in the way that he interacted with them in front of the class. And magical creatures seemed to really favor Hagrid above all others. Hagrid did not have to struggle to gain permission to talk to certain creatures that the other students had to worry over. Like that a Acromantula that he brought in the other day. It didn't try to eat him once. Impressive.
Now, while he did not take Divination class, everybody else and their girlfriend did take it. And everybody else - well at least most everybody - hated it. Except for Lavender and Parvati, nobody took the class seriously.
Of all the people who extremely disliked the class, Neville was one of them. Poor Neville could not seem to get a break from Trelawney and her never ending prophecies over his death. Everything they did in the class somehow ended up with Neville being killed in some horrible way that usually had him running from the classroom in hysterics. Neville constantly carried around calming draughts with him just to keep himself sane.
Another thing that was getting out of hand, was Varix. It seemed that every single time he turned around she had something new to give him. It became annoying after the fifth gift. He liked the sugar quills, he liked the fairy floss, he liked the stationary, he even liked the pocket watch, and the new pair of shoes. But he did not need all of these extra things and he did not know why she kept getting him stuff. He tried to tell her to stop but she seemed to think that it was all very important that he have all of these new things and he had no idea why.
And on top of it all, Sirius was sending him gifts as well. Very similar gifts, except one was a book and not a quill but that was neither here nor there. The book was on Ancient Runes, which Harry loved immediately. A day later, he found a very new book on Ancient Runes resting on his bedside table, from Varix. She proceeded to nag him on whether he liked it a lot or not at all.
He didn't need the gifts. He did not understand why he was getting gifts. And no matter what he said, neither of them would stop. How is he going to fix that?
He had to ask Hermione for advice, because Hermione seemed to know everything about everything and she had simply giggled at him and told him that he'd find out eventually. What kind of help was that? Your friend is having some kind of crisis and you have no desire to fill him in with the information that you already know? What was your friendship then?
On another note, Snape kept giving him these looks. And they were not looks of disdain or looks of disgust, they were more along the lines of confusion and interest. Not a creepy kind of interest either but more of the fact like Harry was some kind of experiment and he was looking forward to the results. Oh Merlin, Harry really hoped that Varix did not bring out that photograph of Neville's Boggart because he really didn't want the old dungeon bat to be angry with him over her actions. He'd have to ask her later on.
It was Hallowe'en, and Harry was particularly interested in seeing what sort of drama would happened today. Because every year he was at Hogwarts so far, something always happened on Hallowe'en. Hallowe'en seemed to be like a cursed day for him, so he was already waiting for something to happen, and none of his friends could fault him for it.
Of course was also the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year and he was very excited to finally get to go down to the little village and see all the stuff they had. During the summer, he wanted to go but Varix wouldn't let him go because she said that it would have been a better surprise for him if he went with his friends. So, he allowed himself to simply put his mind onto other matters so he wouldn't have to mope around about it.
Hermione was dressed in a light pink pullover and Ron was wearing a brown jumper. As it was getting into Autumn, it had begun to get chilly around Hogwarts. Harry himself simply wore a coat he'd gotten during the summer. With their permission slips handed in to Professor McGonagall, who was standing outside the main doors of the castle in order to accept everyone's slips, they followed the long way of students down to where the carriages were, picking one for themselves and getting on their way to Hogsmeade.
Harry did stop for a moment to pet the Thestral pulling the carriage though. And then they were off.
The ride down to the cozy little village that was known to be the only completely magically populated one in Great Britain, was nice. And the fact that it was lovely to be able to actually see the sights in the daytime and in the snow because usually when they were in the carriages it was at summer and spring on their way up to the castle. It was just a nice change.
Hermione chose the time it took to get down there to inform them about everything she had learned about Hogsmeade. Practically everything that had to do with the village. So while Ron wanted to go and visit all of the attractions, Hermione wanted to go and see all of the historical sites. Harry just wanted to go somewhere new for once. He didn't really care where he went so long as he got to go some place that was not a large castle.
After getting off near the station, they made their way into the little village. Basically, they had 5 hours to roam around. So Harry decided that they should split up their time. At the most they could probably spend 10 minutes in each shop. Of course both Ron and Hermione found that amount of time to be offensive but for completely different reasons. But Harry would not relent because if they were going to see everything in one day, they'd have to pace themselves. Both reluctantly agreed.
"Tomes and Scrolls is one of the largest magical book shops in Great Britain. Simply for the fact that they only sell tomes and scrolls. Also, all of the merchandise is over a century old. The amount of relics in the shop alone," Hermione breathed in awe.
From the old book shop and they went to Honeyduke's and Ron was like a child in a sweet shop. Since he actually was in a sweet shop, he was actually acting like the stereotypical child who got to go to a sweet shop. He ignored all of Hermione and Harry's warnings about spending all of his money at once and he spent all seven Galleons on sweets. His friends sighed because they knew he would finally see why he shouldn't have done that, later on.
Next, they visited Zonko' s Joke Shop where they found Fred and George. The Twins had their arms full of all kinds of little nifty packages, murmuring to each other about how to improve their own merchandise. The two wanted to open a joke shop of their own and needed inspiration for their own creations.
Hermione dragged them into Dervish and Banges where Harry ended up buying a Sneakoscope. With the whole Bellatrix Lestrange business going around, Harry didn't think it was wrong to get one. You never know when someone is being suspicious.
Hermione then dragged them into Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.
Harry took over then, taking them to The Magic Neep, which was Hogsmeade's greengrocer'. He ended up stocking up on mince pies. They usually weren't at Hogwarts until the winter holidays, so he was getting a few now. Nothing wrong with indulging every once in a while.
Next was J. Pippin's and Hermione was excited to get more ingredients because she wanted to test out several potions in their book. As always, she was going above and beyond what was required for her year. Of course, Harry couldn't really judge because of how Varix already made him through all of the potions ahead of time. So he already knew what to do, but it wasn't like he did it willingly. Having to do homework over the holidays, who decided to do that?
They went back to Honeydukes after a while because while Harry and Hermione did not feel that sweets made the world go 'round, they weren't reluctant to try any. Harry used Sirius' gift for a year of free sweets. Hermione though, being a daughter of two dentists, was a bit worried about eating sweets. Ron took the moment to inform them that even if she lost a tooth, she could just take Skele-gro to grow back. Hermione gave in and tried some Pepper Imps.
Varix took that chance to also get some sweets of her own. Mostly she seemed to really fancy the chocolate frogs. They were always her go to sweet.
After that, they decided to check at the Three Broomsticks Inn. The three got to sample Madam Rosemerta's personal brew of Butterbeer which was a lot like warm butterscotch, but not as strong in flavor. It was also very smooth while going down. Now, while Harry did like it, it wasn't something that he found that he would have all the time. Kind of like pumpkin juice, he didn't like that that much either.
After finishing that off, Harry went and got himself a pint of Gillywater with a splash of cherry syrup. Needless to say, he really liked it and ended up getting two others for Ron and Hermione.
Overall, their time in Hogsmeade was well spent and Harry was definitely looking forward to coming back.
They returned to the castle in time for dinner. Everyone was excited. Students were rushing about, showing their new purchases. Little first and second years passing Sickles to their older classmates in return for getting sweets from Honeydukes. Generally, everyone was in a good mood.
As it was Hallowe'en, the Great Hall was decked out in bright, festive decorations. As usual, Hagrid's charmed pumpkins rested all around the room and some of the smaller ones floated above the tables. All of them were carved expertly and holding candles. Since there were no actual candles above the tables this time, only the jack o' lanterns gave the hall light. All of the tables were covered with dark orange cloths and all of the ghosts were present. While the decor was nice, it was the creepiest Hallowe'en setting that Harry had ever witnessed.
Of course the tables were filled with sweets. More sweets than just what the students who got to go to Hogsmeade had purchased. All sorts of things. Ron indulged himself and Hermione merely sipped from a goblet of pumpkin juice.
Everyone generally enjoyed themselves, even going so far as to forget about the whole Bellatrix Lestrange business.
After the feast, the students all went their separate ways. The Gryffindors traveled all the way up to the 7th floor, but when they reached the corridor that the Fat Lady resided in, they couldn't actually get to the portrait. Students were blocking the way and as most of the older ones were further up front, their heights made it difficult to see past them.
Ron, who was taller than both Harry and Hermione, stretched up on the tips of his toes to try and get a look over the crowd. "The portrait looks to be closed."
Hermione quickly pulled on Harry's coat, yanking him out of the way of Percy who was practically stomping through the very long line of students. He was yelling and demanding for people to move aside and constantly reminding people that he was the Head Boy.
Within seconds, all the noise of the students completely drowned away into silence. Percy's voice could be heard traveling through the corridor. "Can one of the portraits please get the Headmistress?"
A few moments later, McGonagall and Snape came upon them. Everyone squished together in order to let them pass. Hermione was looking vaguely worried and Ron seemed a bit grumpy. Harry just wanted to be able to get some sleep.
Of course with everyone moving out of the way, the three were able to finally get a good look at what had everybody so worried. The Fat Lady was gone from her portrait. And normally that wouldn't be anything shocking because the portraits could all move into each other's portraits and go visit friends. The reason this is such a big deal was because her portrait was completely torn from top left to bottom right.
"We need to find her," stated McGonagall. She looked around at all the other portraits and asked, "Did any of you see anything?"
There was a low mumbling and McGonagall turned to the Gryffindors and said, "Everyone return to the Great Hall immediately. No one will be going into the dormitory until it has been searched. Severus, I need you to help round up the rest of the students. I want them in the Great Hall, we need to lock down the school."
Percy, as Head Boy, asserted himself above all the other students and demanded that they all form a single file line and head straight back down to the Great Hall. On the way down, Harry swore he heard one of the oldest students say that Bellatrix Lestrange had tried to break into the tower.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been situated in large sleeping bags in the Great Hall. Hermione was laid between them to protect her from anyone who tried to get too personal. In front of Harry was a blond Ravenclaw and on his other side was Neville.
Neville was basically having a panic attack. Harry didn't really know much about the whole problem involving Bellatrix Lestrange and Neville Longbottom, so it wasn't like he could help his friend get through whatever kind of fear he had. The best he could do, was to try and not draw attention to the situation. So even though Bellatrix Lestrange had tried to break into Gryffindor tower, it wasn't a certain fact that she was after Neville.
"You know, it's not what you think it is."
The Gryffindor trio plus Neville looked toward the little blonde girl in front of them. The Ravenclaw. She was staring at them with open kindness. She also looked a little crazy but Harry wasn't going to judge. Although, the distinctive dottiness surrounding her did not help her at all.
"Huh?" was Ron's incredibly intelligent reply.
"Death is not in your future. Well, not in the negative way."
She was staring at Neville, who looked just as confused as Hermione and Ron did. He blinked once, twice, thrice, before giving a very slow nod and muttering his gratitude.
The young Ravenclaw then fixed Harry with her dotty gaze. "The warrior does not seek to kill you. Your existence matters not to them."
"Thanks?"
The girl hummed and buried herself and her sleeping bag. The Gryffindors traded looks of confusion and decided to go back to what they were doing before she spoke up. Speculating on how long that they'd be stuck in the Great Hall.
"So, you think Bellatrix Lestrange is still in the school?" Ron asked.
Neville let out a very terrified squeak, and Harry shrugged. "I can't even begin to- Hang on!" he rolled over onto his stomach, thrusting his arm out and bringing his watch close to his mouth. He whispered, "Varix, I wish that Bellatrix Lestrange cannot enter Hogwarts in any way."
The fairy cackled, "You are getting better at this."
Snap.
"It's been done."
Harry looked to Neville, "She can't get in the castle now, Nev."
The teen breathed out slowly, "Okay."
As the night wore on, Harry stayed up in order to keep an eye on Percy, who patrolled around the edges of the students. McGonagall and Snape came in hours later, explaining that there was no sign of Bellatrix anywhere and that the students would be able to return to their dorms the next day. Harry was curious to know who was going to be guarding the Gryffindor entrance.
Harry dipped into sleep, the starry ceiling of the Great Hall was the last thing he saw.
The next day, Harry found himself once again sitting beside Tom at the breakfast table. Tom looked worried and a little crazed, his eyes darting back and forth constantly and pausing to check on Harry, before starting around again. When questioned, he mentioned that he was uneasy at the thought of the former Dark Lord's most loyal follower out of prison and possibly searching for Harry. So basically, Tom was acting all weird because he was worried for Harry's safety. The amount of warmth that just seemed to fill his stomach when he learned this information, could probably spark a flame. Tom cared.
Harry was so elated by this news that he didn't even care that Hermione was sending him a very smug look. He did not know what the look was for and he really didn't care because he was too wrapped up in the thought of Tom and his feelings.
Harry had afternoon Quidditch practice that day and he needed to be at the practice. However, he found out that McGonagall was considering withdrawing him from the Quidditch team for the year just to be on the safe side. She was willing to risk Gryffindor losing the Quidditch Cup all because there could possibly be some crazy Death Eater out for his life.
Harry had caught her at the end of breakfast, practically begging her to let him stay on the Quidditch team. He did not want to stop playing Quidditch, because it was fun and he really like the ramming Malfoy into the ground part. But also he just really wanted to Gryffindor to win the House Cup and every Quidditch match they won earned them 150 Points toward the cup.
The woman had looked skeptical. She stared him down as the students filed out of the Great Hall. Her mouth tightened and she was slightly glaring at him. "You would risk your own health for a game?"
"It is more than just a game. I don't want to lose my freedom of movement simply because my life may be in danger.
If we were to be objective about all of this, my life is technically in danger all the time. All of the Death Eaters that weren't convicted are a danger to me. Voldemort is out there somewhere and he is a danger to me. And if I live my life in constant worry over whether I'm in danger or not, then I will never actually live."
She stood still, staring down at him and from the look on her face she was wondering if he had gone mad. But he made a good point and he was hoping beyond all hope that her love for everything Gryffindor would take over and that she simply wanted to win the House Cup more then constantly worrying over her lions.
A few seconds later, she gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. But Madam Hooch will have to supervise every practice you have."
Harry was extremely glad that he had managed to win an argument with McGonagall of all people. That meant that he deserved a reward.
Classes passed fast that day and the Gryffindor Team was dragged out to the Quidditch Pitch for extra training and Madam Hooch supervised like McGonagall had wanted her to. It seemed that Oliver was spastic over the upcoming game with Slytherin. Though he wasn't worried that Harry would get the Snitch, he was worried over foul play which would land players in the Hospital Wing and render them unable for the rest of the game. So if they wanted to win, they had to do it quickly. For some reason, the Slytherins felt they could only win if they cheated. That meant a severe lack of faith in their skills as Quidditch players. Meaning they weren't that good.
It must have been the parent's doing. All those aristocratic expectations placed on their kids that said kids didn't have any time to play games the right way.
Harry was prepared to play and win.
After the Fat Lady's portrait had been desecrated, nobody wanted to take the post as the guardian of Gryffindor tower. Nobody except Sir Codagan. He was a medieval knight, with strange speech patterns and a tendency to change the bloody password at least three times a day. Neville had taken to writing down the passwords because he couldn't remember all of them. And it wasn't like they could get just one simple word as a password. No, Sir Codagan decided that they needed long phrases that made absolutely no sense.
Apparently he was the only one brave enough to volunteer. It was terrible.
On top of that, both he and Neville seemed to have an entire league of people following them everywhere. Not only did Harry have Varix with him at all times, but Snape seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Lupin was equally looking out for him. Professor sprout tailed Neville on a constant basis and Flitwick had cast a lot of charms on both boys to make sure that they were safe.
It was nice that all these people cared about their well-being, but being stalked every minute of every day was becoming a nuisance. It wasn't like Bellatrix Lestrange could get into Hogwarts now. Varix had made sure that the school was blocked from her entry. So she couldn't actively get inside the building, which meant that they shouldn't need guards everywhere they went.
And on top of it all, Tom had become very protective. Not that Harry that minded all that much.
Varix head already informed the Headmistress of the wish that Harry had made Halloween night. The old woman had been relieved, but in no way did she relent in the protective measures she had put up for both Harry and Neville. Their safety was of the utmost importance and she was not the kind to be neglectful to her students.
"What sort of protective measures have you put up against Bellatrix getting inside? You know, besides me forbidding her entrance?"
There had been a teacher's meeting on the 1st of November and Varix had decided to pop in just because she could. She also wanted to know what kinds of things they were doing to keep the students safe. Other than the Dementors, they didn't really have much else they could do without conflicting with other wards on the castle.
"Well, does anyone know if she's an Animagus? Because no one would be able to catch her if she is an animal. Dementors can't feel animals."
McGonagall gave a sigh, "She was never registered at the ministry."
Varick send the old which I look, "Do you know a good portion of witches and wizards never inform their Ministry when they become Animagi? In fact, a lot of your former students were Animagi and were never registered. In fact, I know about nearly everyone but you in this room is an Animagi that has not been registered."
Minerva looked around and her colleagues, all of whom were not looking at her at all. She gave another sigh. "If I were to block all use of magic within Hogwarts, none of us would be able to do it either. It's already bad enough that we cannot Apparate within the school. Even as the Headmistress I cannot do so. But we can't risk any possible enemies getting in and harming the children."
Snape was busy glaring at the table. "Bellatrix is smart. Even if she cannot physically get into the castle, she will do everything she can to get a hold of whoever she is trying to get to. She wasn't so mad all those years ago, but that long in Azkaban with the Dementors can really change somebody. Even for a Black, there were things that she would not dare to do when it came to Dark Magic. However, with her current state of mind, I would not be shocked if she were to venture into even Darker Magics.
You should never underestimate her. There are rituals. Spells. And she was trained by the Dark Lord personally. She knows things that the other Death Eaters did not dare to imagine. Who weren't worthy enough to know. Just look at how she managed to escape the prison that was said to be impregnable."
Varix had to agree, though his stance on Dark Magic could use some tutelage.
The other professors had to nod along with him. Bellatrix was very skilled.
McGonagall looked to Varix, and asked, "Could you possibly place anti-summoning charms on the children?"
"Yeah. However, the enchantments themselves would be much more powerful if Harry were to make the wish for it instead. Wishes always make a fairy godparent's magic more powerful. I'll talk to him in the morning."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Harry readily made the wish. Anything to better protect the students of Hogwarts from any dangers. Also, the reassurance that it gave Neville made him happy. Poor Neville seemed to lose his mind every time the topic of Bellatrix Lestrange came up. He really wanted to ask what exactly about the woman frightened him, but he didn't want to bring it up more. The poor teenager had been walking on eggshells ever since the beginning of school. He didn't need more drama.
However, Tom seemed to be the one with the answer.
"Neville Longbottom's parents were tortured into insanity with the Cruciatus Curse. It's one of the Unforgivable Curses alongside The Killing Curse which you survived, and the Imperius Curse. Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband, his brother, and their friend Barty Crouch Jr., were found at the home of Alice and Frank Longbottom. It was how they were caught and sent to Azkaban. The Longbottoms currently reside at St. Mungo's, in the Janus Thickey Ward and will most likely never come out. No cure has been discovered for effects of the Cruciatus yet."
So that was why Neville constantly talked about his gran and no one else. Because she was all he had. Apparently he grew up with her.
Very sad, because this was not something that he would have imagined. And he felt bad that Neville's the family had to suffer.
"Tom, why do wizards come up with such horrible things?" he asked, hating how it all sounded.
Tom was pensive for a few moments, before he finally responded. "These three curses weren't created with killing and torture in mind. The Killing Curse had originally been a spell used by healers and farmers. If one of the patients or animals was beyond aid and were already dying and in too much pain, the Killing Curse would be used to end their suffering. Also, it's a much faster way to harvest meat without all the blood getting everywhere and the animals causing a ruckus. The Killing Curse is still used by farmers and healers to this day, because the curse was just a spell created for healers to use and it's application spread.
Sometimes, wizards can get lost. The human mind is a fragile thing and unlike with creatures, it is weak. When people try to learn Occlumency, if they aren't part creature or have a guise, they usually have a difficult time with it. Sometimes, people get lost in their minds when they are trying to learn and they need a sudden jolt of pain to bring them back to reality. Sometimes, a person's heart will stop, but if shocked with a lot of pain, it can be restarted. That was the original purpose of the Cruciatus Curse.
The power of the Imperius Curse is like mind control. It is forcing your will upon another. And just like the other two curses, this was also made with healers in mind. Sometimes, there are people who need help, but don't want it. Sometimes they will fight tooth and nail to make sure they don't have to do things. And sometimes, because they cannot take care of themselves, somebody else has to do it for them. The Imperius was designed to help unruly patients do what they need to do. Such as cleanse themselves, eat food that they really don't want to eat, sit silently, take potions, and so many other things.
Now, the British Ministry is filled with a bunch of fools. And the reason that these three spells have been labeled as curses and are considered illegal, is because apparently they're evil. What makes people think they're evil is the fact that if they are powered by extremely strong emotions such as hatred or anger, these spells can have disastrous effects on the caster and those on the receiving end. If filled with hatred, the subject will find the curse to be extremely painful. If you cast with hatred, it will allow the person who is being controlled to understand everything that's going on around them, but have no power over anything they are doing. It is like a mild form of torture or so the books say. The Killing Curse... this kills no matter what. It is painless no matter how much Dark wizards have tried to change that fact.
I'd also like to point out something.
All magic is stronger when accompanied by strong emotions. The Ministry of Magical Britain simply does not want you to realize this. And another thing, these 'curses' are legal to use in every other country but the United States of America and the British Isles."
Harry and Tom were once again sitting at a table in the library. Tom was reading a book and Harry was frowning at the table. It was nice that he was able to fill him in on all the things that he didn't know, but it was horrible to know that people had no problem in using spells that were once meant to help people in order to hurt people. It just seemed that it was apparently human nature to always ruin everything that one came across.
"How have your classes been going?" Tom asked suddenly and Harry saw it for what it was. A way out of an uncomfortable situation. He took it gladly.
"Really good!" he gushed, prepared to explain everything he'd learned in his Runes class.
"Yeah, kid's been doing good," Varix said, appearing in the seat on the other side of the table. Her legs were thrown up onto the table, ankles folded. IN her hands, was a jar of something brown and she was dipping a spoon inside and licking it clean.
"Seriously, he's the best in his class!" she gushed.
"What's that?" Harry asked, nodding toward the jar.
She licked the spoon again. "Nutella. Wanna try it?"
"Sure?"
Harry was magical holding a spoon in the next second and he eyed the oddly colored stuff on it.
It was disgusting!
"Hey! Don't waste perfectly good Nutella!"
"It's gross!"
She gasped, hand flying to her heart, a look of horror coming over her face.
"You don't like Nutella?"
"No."
She stood up, looking affronted.
"If you don't like Nutella, I can't trust you!"
She turned her nose up and flew from the room, grumbling about how he had 'betrayed her' and how she didn't know what to do with her life anymore.
There was silenced for the space of a moment, before Tom managed to sum things up perfectly.
"I can't believe she's the adult in your relationship."
"Don't I know it."
A/N: Another is done.
-Harry's finally using his brain!
-All the shops I listed in Hogsmeade are real shops there.
-All drinks and sweets are real too.
Varix - who I modeled after Lilly Singh - likes Nutella. Lilly Singh loves Nutella and has been caught frequently saying that if you don't like Nutella then she cannot trust you. ^-^
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