Drabble 36: Contradiction
Despite her suspicions, Hermione could not find any information on Professor Riddle. None of the recent history books or newspapers mentioned him and nor did she hear any useful gossip.
Disappointed yet petulantly determined to find some trace of him, Hermione scoured through old albums kept by the school. She first checked the albums made ten years ago with no luck. Feeling bewildered (Maybe the professor aged well?), she checked closer to twenty years ago.
No sign of him there either, though Hermione was rewarded with pictures of Harry's parents, Mr. Black, and Mr. Lupin as teenagers. She grew curious and with a mischievous grin she grabbed an even older album in search of Professor McGonagall.
Hermione nearly dropped the book in shock and quickly flipped back a few pages to see the smiling face of Tom Riddle as he was announced as Head Boy before the Great Hall.
Drabble 37: Parallels
"I know as a society, magical folk like to imagine that we are…different from our non-magical counterparts." Sirius paced in front of the stone-faced politicians, as if merely ruminating in the company of old friends, but kept his gaze sharp. "I think I could even go so far as to say that magical folk feel themselves superior, but I have come to the conclusion that we aren't different in any significant way nor are we better in any way."
"What are you suggesting?!" A disgruntled voice called out but made no move to stand. Sirius stood still and faced the crowd with patient disdain, every inch of him alluding to his upbringing in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
"I'm saying, not merely suggesting, that a cursory comparison between histories will show that no matter if they wield magic or science, humans will always be human."
Drabble Interlude 1: Talking to the Moon
"Hello Harry."
"Wha-Oh. Hello there Luna. What are you doing here?" Harry swiftly secures his pants and pulls on a jumper.
"I thought I heard a Snark so I came to investigate. Did you see one?"
"Um. No." Harry rubbed at his pink cheeks. Luna smiled dreamily.
"I must have lost track of it. Oh well." Luna turned to leave.
"Wait." Harry called out.
"Yes, Harry?"
"You do know that this is the boy's locker room, don't you?"
"Is that what this place is?" Luna tilted her head to the side. "That explains why you weren't dressed." Luna waved at Harry and walked away.