Sorry for the late update but AP Exams have been draining, both physically and mentally. AP Economics, AP Bio and AP Chemistry were a huge pain in the ass. Econ especially, a freaking four hour test!
Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter 10: Another Year Over, O.W.L.S
"Albus, you have absolutely no right to mind-rape our sons and Ms. Weasley." Lily shouted at the ancient headmaster, her body shaking with rage. After Harry had left, Lily Potter's anger had reached breaking point. James just stood next to his wife, not willing to butt in due to his wife's fiery temper.
"Lily I assure you, it was a necessary act, Harry's Occlumency shields are near impenetrable therefore I had to take an alternative route, Young Eric and Ms. Weasley are not harmed in any way I assure you." Dumbledore said, rubbing his temple.
"Wait, how did Harry learn Occlumency?" James asked, hoping to distract his wife from destroying the headmaster's office.
"There are two ways, one is of course is learning with an instructor, most Occlumens tend to take that route, the second option is self taught, self taught is only reserved for those who are naturals…my guess is he is self trained but due to his close ties with Severus, Harry might have learnt it from him."
"That overgrown bat…" James muttered, but Dumbledore's old ears still managed to catch it as he frowned.
"James, this feud between you and Severus has gone on long enough. I think its time you two end this childish feud." Dumbledore frowned.
"No way am I going to apologize to him. He leaked the prophecy to Voldemort!" James said with outrage.
"A shame, Sirius and Remus has already made their peace…" Dumbledore muttered and turned his chair so he was facing a view of the Black Lake behind the windows, the little black book that was Riddle's diary, something was very wrong about it but the headmaster had no idea what.
"Albus, did you talk to Harry about not moving away?" Lily said, a tearful face now replaced her temper.
"I've tried to talk to him but Harry is adamant as ever, I cannot do anything to force him, he will be an adult technically speaking after taking his O.W.L.S." Dumbledore said tiredly. Nothing more was said as the Potters left, with Lily in a crying mess and James escorting her out.
Meanwhile in the Hospital Wing, Eric Potter woke up feeling like his head had been cracked opened and put back together badly as he sat up on his bed in the Hospital Wing, the last thing he could remembered was hearing the Basilisk slithering out of Salazar Slytherin's statue.
"Easy shrimp, you hit the floor pretty hard." Eric flinched when he saw his older brother leaning against the wall next to his bed.
"What happened?" Eric asked, rubbing his head.
"Basilisk came out of Slytherin's statue, you turned and slipped on the wet floor." Harry said with his arms folded across his chest, there was no way he would say the truth, that he saved his life by stunning him, thus making himself the only target for the Basilisk, "My good deed to him for the decade." Harry thought to himself.
"Oh…" was Eric Potter's only response. Silence enveloped the Hospital Wing before Eric murmured, "Thanks for carrying me back here."
Harry was stunned and thought, "Who knew that Gilderoy Lockhart number two could actually thank anyone."
"Rest, you're gonna need it." Harry said curtly as he watched the source of all the misery in his life slump back onto the bed, just because he saved his brother's life didn't necessary mean that he didn't hate him. He just shrugged but then at Madam Pomfrey's signal, He quickly strolled to Hermione's bedside where she was about to be administered with the Mandrake Drought. That was when Harry noticed a certain Professor Goldilocks at a bed at the farthest corner.
"What happened to I am King of the World?" Harry questioned Madam Pomfrey.
She rolled her eyes and said, "Got hit by a memory charm, apparently he was trying to curse Weasley but it backfired." Harry couldn't help but laugh loudly, this was one he would show Sirius for sure. Harry couldn't help but turn away at the brownish liquid in the vial held by Madam Pomfrey, his eyes watered at the strong stench. Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at his antics and poured the potion into Hermione's opening mouth. About a minute later, the hand Harry was holding began to twitch and Harry saw Hermione's eyes focusing, her eyelids slowly opening and closing.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered. Slowly Hermione turned her head sideways and she felt like all the blood had gone to her cheeks, in front of her was the most ethereal man she had ever seen. Harry looked so different since the last time they've talked, he had became more handsome than ever, the features of his face more regal and sharp; he didn't wear his hair in his usual pompadour style which was just the way she liked it.
"Hey…" She whispered hoarsely. Harry immediately conjured up a crystal goblet, pointed his wand at the inside of the goblet and incanted "Aguamenti", immediately the goblet was filled with clear water. Harry handed the goblet to her and smiled as she drank it in one go.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked.
"That's a sixth year charm." Hermione said making Harry burst out laughing. "What?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.
"Nothing, there's definitely nothing wrong with you Hermione." Harry said with a grin. Hermione blushed but quickly asked,
"The Basilisk…"
"Gone. It can't get you anymore Mia." Harry said. Immediately Hermione flung her arms around Harry's waist, giving him a bone crushing hug, slowly, Harry wrapped his strong arms around the bushy haired second year Gryffindor.
No words were spoken as Harry allowed her to hold onto him, "So Mia?" She asked with a gleam in her eye as she pulled away.
"You don't like your nickname?" Harry asked nervously, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck.
Hermione just giggled and shook her head, "No, I love it." Then a large growl was emitted from Hermione's stomach and Harry sniggered while the human library blushed deeply.
"Come on, we're just in time for dinner." Harry said holding out an open hand, Hermione took it and together, they left the Hospital Wing. All eyes were directed at the pair as they entered the Great Hall, Hermione could see that Harry loathed all the attention they were given by the way his lips curled into a sneer. Luckily, Harry led her to the Ravenclaw table where he sandwiched her between himself and Cho Chang, who was studying her with great fascination.
"Glad to have you back Granger, Harry's been a miserable sod since you got attacked." Roger said with a grin but then yelped when Elena smacked him continuously on the head. Harry didn't say anything but shot his oldest friend a death stare that rivaled Severus Snape's.
"So you and Harry…" Cho teased a tomato colored face Hermione.
She shook her head violently, "There's nothing between us…" Hermione squeaked quietly and added in a quieter voice, "He's more like a big brother." Cho just smiled as Hermione queried her about the O.W.L.S.
"Where the hell have you been? Dumbledore announced that you, your brother and that Weasley girl all disappeared into the Chamber." Roger asked.
"You don't want to know…perhaps later." Harry muttered and shivered as he remembered the gaping jaws of the Basilisk. Dinner felt extra delicious to Harry as he ate a lamb chop ravenously.
"Ready to take the O.W.L.S Harry? It's in a couple days." Cho asked.
"You know me Cho since your first year, when haven't I been number one when it comes to academics." Harry said as he ate his mash potatoes.
"Such modesty." Elena said curtly
"It's a fact, be prepared to be number two again Turpin." Harry said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Elena growled, it was common fact at Hogwarts that the competitiveness between the two Ravens in academics was legendary in Hogwarts.
"Not this time Potter." She said with fire in her eyes.
Roger was helplessly looking back and forth at his two friends like a tennis match, "Um guys?" he asked.
Immediately both turned onto him, with glares that would be able to freeze anyone at the spot and hissed "What?"
"Can you both cool down before you destroy the Great Hall?" Roger asked, more like pleaded to Harry who rolled his eyes.
"Its meaningless to argue, I think the results shall speak for the both of us." Harry said, Elena nodded and dinner resumed as they began to strike up conversations that did not involve academics.
"Are they always like that?" Hermione asked questioningly, just a moment ago, they were close to drawing their wands.
Cho smiled and replied, "Yeah they have, ever since first year, Roger told me all about it. But they know where the line is." Hermione was suddenly very interested about Harry's first year and asked Roger about it. Seeing that Harry was talking to Elena about their respective summer activities, Roger was happy to oblige.
"Harry was very…how do you say, very quiet and distant when he first came, of course everyone went Oh My God, and I Never Knew The Savior Had An Older Brother; that perhaps made him more distant than ever. However, the professors all thought he was a genius, prodigy if you will whenever he was asked for a demonstration whether it be Transfiguration, Charms, even Snape couldn't complain about his potions and Snape always complains about everyone's' potions, save his Slytherins." Roger was about to say more when he was cut out by an icy tone.
"Yes and how would you like to write my autobiography Davies?" Harry asked, his eyes looking murderous.
Roger gulped, "I thought so." Harry said, hinting to stop telling about his early years in a polite manner.
"Why? I want to know more." Hermione whined.
"It's not exactly a fairytale." Harry grunted and wouldn't answer anymore questions relating to his past; those were days he didn't ever want to relive again. Dessert came in the form of strawberry ice cream and once those were gone.
"Harry, I'm saddened that you never came to watch our games." Cho suddenly said with a pout.
"Sorry, I totally forgot that, loads of stuff to do, people to dodge. But hey, Slytherin's match is only a week away right? I'll come watch after O.W.L.S." Harry said hurriedly, Cho quickly became happier and nodded.
Dumbledore then stood up and bade everyone a good night and wished luck for all the fifth years who were soon to take their O.W.L.S. Harry scowled when he felt a slight irritation brushing against his Occlumency shields, his eyes locked on with the headmasters and Dumbledore immediately pulled his probe back with a sad expression, knowing the intense pain that would be ensured if he tried to prod deeper.
Later at night, Harry received a letter from Sirius who obviously heard the tale of the Chamber from his parents and berated him for acting reckless without any back up, he didn't like it at all, he was almost as powerful as the Dark Lord himself, The dark lord had admitted it himself; but Harry knew that the reckless part was probably correct.
After seeing that Roger was already in deep sleep, he pulled out the silver sword which still had dried Basilisk venom laced on the blade. He couldn't help but feel proud of his quick transfiguration, McGonagall would certainly go crazy if she saw the quality of the conjuration. As he marveled the sword, he suddenly remembered the inhuman scream that came out of Riddle's Diary; he would need to consult with Sirius and Lucius, who had a special eye for strange and dark objects. Harry scribbled a note of apology and a promise that he'll write before diving head first into situations again, he sighed as Rina delivered it with a burst of flames. "Rest, hatchling…" Singing a melodic tune, Rina slowly lured her bonded companion to sleep.
That night, after so many nightmares and premonitions, Harry had a dreamless sleep. The next few days were hectic, as smart as he was, Harry soon felt the heat on the back of his neck as he read his textbooks. He spent most of his free periods in the library with Roger, Cedric and Elan, it was a good idea except when the library was suddenly flooded with fan girls.
"What're we going to do? We'll never be able to study!" Roger shouted with panic as the four Quidditch stars quickly stuffed their books in their bags and that was when they realized that there was only one entrance.
"Follow me." Elan shouted as they ran to what seemed to be a dead end. "What have you done Malfoy? I'm too young to die, I haven't even got laid yet" Roger said fearfully.
"Ah, it shall not be so." Elan said sagely as he turned towards a painting of a young dark haired woman with an aristocratic face and purple eyes holding a bouquet of white roses in a grassy field, "Hey Sarah, would you mind saving me and my charming companions from a painful death?"
"Elan, it has been so long…why haven't you talked to me more often." Sarah asked.
"Sorry baby, but with classes, homework and all that nasty stuff, I was unable to bask in your astounding beauty. However I intend to rectify that." Elan said with a 'sincere' face. "Okay, I expect you to come around more often." Sarah whispered and the portrait swung open.
"Anything for you babe." Elan said.
"Quit flirting, lets go!" Harry shouted as he yanked the elder Malfoy by the scruff of his shirt and hauled him into the passage.
"Finally." Cedric growled as they entered the portrait, all of them had their wands lit.
"Whoa, who knew that Malfoy here could charm a painting." Roger whistled, his fear of fan girls forgotten already.
"Yeah, Sarah's really nice, it's a shame she's a painting." Elan said as a portrait door swung opened and they found themselves in a corridor outside of the Great Hall.
"Weird, don't portraits usually came in pairs?" Cedric asked as they studied the blank frame.
"Oh yeah, Sarah told me that it's a one way passage." Elan said as they walked up the stairs.
"We need someplace where we could study without any people bothering us." Cedric pointed out.
"I know just the place." Harry grunted and motioned his three friends to follow him. Soon they arrived at the seventh floor, Harry stopped at a wall opposite of a large tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy attempting to train trolls for ballet. Then suddenly a room appeared, "What the hell?" Elan exclaimed with his mouth agape.
"Gentlemen, may I present, The Room of Requirement." Harry said with a smile. Whooping with excitement, the four fifth years entered the room and was shocked to see that the entrance had disappeared.
"Don't worry. You just need to concentrate and the exit will appear." Harry reassured them and they approached a huge rectangular table and some comfortable armchairs.
"Comfy." Cedric noted as he took a seat.
"If you require anything, concentrate three times and it'll appear, food excluded." Harry said.
"How'd you find this room?" Roger piped. "First Year, I needed to get away from the mass." Harry said simply and flipped his Arithmancy textbook and began reading.
"You know, it's a shame that Professor Vector's not going to monitor the Arithmancy O.W.L.S." Elan started.
"I think Harry out of all of us would be the most upset." Cedric grinned maliciously at Harry's sudden start of surprise. "Yeah, he totally had a thing for the hottest teacher at Hogwarts." Roger muttered. "Really? I thought that was only a myth." Cedric said with eyeing the messy haired Ravenclaw with newfound respect. "Shut up." Harry said as he read. Soon as the days passed and the moment arrived, it was finally time to show the world that he was the best of the best, as Harry strolled into the Great Hall at half past nine for his Charms O.W.L.S. He took a seat at the front row of desks and grinned widely as Elena took the seat right of him and glared at him intensely.
"Good luck Harry, this should be a walk in the park for you… you too Ms. Turpin." Flitwick squeaked to his two most brilliant students. Harry inclined his head respectfully and pulled out his personal ink pen, which had been a Christmas present from Narcissa during his first year and a bottle of ink. He took one glance around and grinned when he saw Elan studying his finger nails, Cedric who was stretching his neck and Roger, who looked like he was going to pass out, Harry gave them all nods of good luck.
When everyone was seated Flitwick said in his squeaky voice on top of a pile of pillows, "You may begin," and turned over an enormous hour-glass on the desk beside him.
Harry turned over his paper and his eyes narrowed the first question, a) Give the incantation and b) describe the wand movement required to make objects fly.
"How disappointing." Harry murmured in a Snape like way and began writing.
"Well, it wasn't so bad, was it?" Roger asked anxiously in the Entrance Hall two hours later.
"Shit easy….might as well give me the O right now." Harry said boringly.
"Well not all of us could be almighty, all knowing like you can we Potter," Elan teased. Harry shrugged as the four house tables appeared again in the Great Hall with food ready to be eaten. After lunch, they were herded off into the small chamber beside the Great Hall, where they were to wait until called for their practical examination. Harry just rolled his eyes when he saw his fellow classmates practicing their wand movements besides himself and Elena.
He was tossing a silver sickle when his name was called by a very excited Flitwick.
"Professor Tofty is free, Harry," He squeaked and pointed at a balding examiner, a short distance from Elan and his examiner.
"Harry Potter is it? Privileged, my daughters speak very highly of your Quidditch Skills," said Professor Tofty, looking over his notes.
"Lets get this over with shall we? It'll be over in a jiffy," He said with a clap of his hand, "Now, if I could ask you take this egg cup and make it do some cartwheels for me."
"As if my disappointment can't be any bigger." Harry thought as he did as instructed. After turning a rat orange as well as engorging a tea cup, the practical part was over. After bidding Tofty farewell, Harry strolled back to his common room and turned in for the night.
Transfiguration the day after was just as easy, McGonagall was skeptical when Harry turned in his written exam a bit under an hour but she was rendered speechless when she read his well answered responses. His practical portion was just as flawless when he vanished the whole of his Iguana, where as Roger had only managed to vanish everything save the head.
They had their Herbology exam on Wednesday and Harry was able to list all types of Mediterranean water plants as well as the bonus question on Mandrakes and their purposes. Then came Defense Against the Dark Arts, the subject which Harry could do even in his sleep.
Many students began fretting when they realized that nothing had anything to deal with what Quirrell or Lockhart 'taught' them. Harry's pen was a blur as he quickly flashed through all the answers, having two godfathers and Lucius who knew much about Defense and the Dark Arts did really pay off indeed as Harry completed the written portion in a record twenty five minutes, leaving Flitwick and McGonagall agaped as they scanned through his answers, finding no fault.
Harry smiled when he caught Elena glaring at him with rage, he simply mouthed, "Can you beat me baby?" and blew a kiss, which caused much of the female test takers to sigh and Elena to growl and almost snapping her quill. McGonagall couldn't help but smile at Harry's antics, he was not like his parents at all, which shouldn't be, she made note to talk about that with Lily in their next meeting. Her eyes widened in amazement when she saw Harry hovering a silver sickle with his hand, it was evident that he was bored to the core.
The practical portion was borderline to pathetic as Harry had little ease performing all the counter jinxes and defensive spells with his left hand, Moody had said he was great with both hands and to use it to his advantage in their insane, near to-the-death duels.
"Excellent….very excellent." Tofty cried as Harry demonstrated a perfect Boggart banishing spell, a useful spell taught by a certain fur ball godfather. Harry couldn't help but smirk as he saw Tofty talking excitedly with Flitwick. Seeing that he still had a lot of time left, Harry summoned his Nimbus 2001 from his common room and kicked off flying laps around Hogwarts, he had almost forgotten how good it felt to be flying.
He grinned when he saw a certain bushy haired witch sitting at the edge of the Black Lake with Padma Pail. Without a warning, he darted down and with one arm yanked the startled Hermione on the back of his broom. She didn't even time to let out a squeak as she suddenly found herself very far away from the ground.
Her fears of height immediately came crashing towards her as she tightly held onto Harry's midsection.
"Hope you don't mind me borrowing you for a while." Harry said with a chuckle as they flew across the Black Lake.
"You big, idiotic-," She didn't get a chance to finish and shrieked loudly as Harry pulled a Wronski feint, nearly crashing into the lake before pulling up the last minute.
"My my Granger, you know how many girls would kill just to be where you are right now?" Harry said cheekily as they flew back to the Castle.
Hermione just slapped his back, "How'd you do on your O.W.L.S?" She piped.
"As the yanks would say it, a piece of cake." Harry replied as they slowly descended on the clearing where her bag and an amused and jealous looking Padma Patil was waiting.
"You afraid of heights Mia?"
"A bit." Hermione mumbled as she loosened her hold on his midsection and she blushed bright red when she realized how well toned he was.
"I'll see ya around Mia…" Harry shouted as he took off once more.
"Oh my God, you just flew with Harry Potter." Padma squealed and Hermione found herself in the midst of many girls, face turning redder and redder as the questions became more… detailed.
The weekend passed by rather quickly for Harry, he had been making the Draught of Death when most first years were struggling with the Boils Cure Potion, thanks to the extra lessons from Narcissa and Severus Snape, who unwillingly admitted that Harry was good. The written paper was of no difficulty, as he his pen flew from one question to the next.
The afternoon practical was also a disappointment; he felt that he would make a mistake without Snape hovering beside him. Sure it was intimidating but it also influenced him to not make a mistake in front of his strictest teacher. Harry corked his sample of flask feeling relieved that the exam was over.
"Four more left, I think I did okay on Potions." Cedric whooped to Harry as they headed out the Great Hall.
"Without that greasy bat, Potions was almost fun." Roger added with a huge breath of relief.
Harry just chuckled, "Magical Creatures is next." Elan said catching up to them.
"Rumors have it that Kettleburn's going to resign after this year." Roger suddenly said. For a moment, all of them stopped in their tracks, "Really?" Elan asked quietly.
"He's a good teacher…see ya all later." Harry said and went on his way, his robes billowing behind him. Tuesday's Care of Magical Creatures exam took place in the afternoon on the lawn on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where students were required to correctly identify the Knarl hidden among a dozen hedgehogs, demonstrate correct handling of a Bowtruckle; feed and clean out a Fire Crab without sustaining any burns and choose from a wide selection of food the diet they would give to a sick unicorn.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Cedric got his finger pinched by the fire crab. Then Tofty dismissed him and he walked confidently back into the castle. The Astronomy theory paper on Wednesday morning went flawlessly. Harry had managed to remember all of Jupiter's moon right as well as describing the constellations. They had to wait until evening for their practical portion so Harry decided to take a light stroll by the Black Lake with his friends before readying himself for Arithmancy. Afternoon came as Harry went into the Great Hall to take his Arithmancy O.W.L, the only subject that Harry studied thoroughly on. He took one look of a number chart and began scribbling furiously.
"How was Arithmancy," Elan later asked while they met up at the top of the Astronomy Tower at eleven o'clock.
"Wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be." Harry said with a shrug as they arrived at the top of the tower and smiled when they saw Cedric and Roger waving at them with their telescopes set up already. Soon Professor Marchbanks handed them each a blank star chart and students began at once, switching from scribbling rapidly on their charts to looking through their telescope. All was quiet except for the rustle of parchment, the occasional creak of a telescope as it was adjusted on its stand, and the scribbling of many quills.
Marchbanks and Tofty strolled among them, watching as they entered the precise positions of the stars and planets they were observing, Tofty gave an approving nod when he saw Harry's neat star chart, ninety percent completed. He was one hundred percent sure that Harry Potter would be the first student ever to achieve all Outstandings with distinction. He watched on as Harry completed the constellation Orion on his chart and after checking over the chart walked up to him and handed the chart into his hands.
"Yes, that boy would be quite special." He thought as he watched the Ravenclaw's retreating back.
"I'm beaten." Roger said, stretching as they went into their common room in Ravenclaw Tower.
"History of Magic tomorrow." Harry said sadly.
Roger immediately whined and groaned, "There's no chance of me completing that exam, Binns makes it impossible to not fall asleep in class."
Harry couldn't help but grin as he saw Elena Turpin reading a stack of notes that were at least three and a half feet high. She glowered at him but said nothing as she returned to muttering to herself and reading her notes.
"I'm going to bed." Harry said with a yawn.
"You're not going to study?" Roger asked, their History of Magic Exam was in the following afternoon.
"What kind of question is that? I'm the only one who could pull through Binn's lessons without falling down and drool on my papers." Harry said, pointing his index finger to the side of his head.
"Hey, now that's not-," Roger didn't get to finish his sentence as Harry went up the boy's dormitory. Immediately upon arriving at his dorm, he was attacked by Rina who had been less than impressed by the silent treatment given to her the last two weeks.
"Ow, ouch, watch the face, I need it." Harry covered his face as his familiar pecked and scratched him. After several minutes of apologizing, Rina relented and returned back onto her porch next to his bed.
"Look what you did." Harry shouted as he surveyed the damage his robes sustained, quickly casting a knitting charm on his sleeves.
"That's what you get for giving me the cold shoulder these pass few weeks." Rina sang haughtily. Harry was about to retort but knew better to argue with her as he stripped down his clothes, leaving himself in his tank top and boxers.
"How were your exams?" Rina sang.
"Nothing I couldn't handle." Harry said as he climbed underneath his blanket.
"You should really send a letter back to that French girl. It's rude to keep a lady waiting." Rina sang, causing Harry to shoot up from his bed. After seeing that it was only ten, he grudgingly summoned his ink pen and a piece of parchment and began scribbling away.
Harry for the first time of his life, slept till noon the next day. Even though the exams were easy, they still required time to complete; Harry arrived into the Great Hall with his original messy tangled hairstyle. After eating a light salad, the four tables disappeared and the rows of desks appeared once more as Professor Marchbanks appeared from the chamber next to the hall. Harry took his favored seat at the front and after everyone had a seat, Marchbank gave them the green light to flip their papers over.
Harry couldn't help but feeling drowsy already, he really hated history. In your opinion, did wand legislation contribute to or lead to better control of, goblin riots of the eighteenth century?
"Goblins straight away huh?" Harry muttered as his pen became a rapid blur once more. After finishing the last question dealing with werewolf laws. Harry dropped his pen and stretched widely. He handed his paper in to Marchbanks and walked out of the Great Hall, grinning when he saw Roger and Elan yanking their hair. Deciding to get some fresh air, Harry walked to his favorite spot on the clearing near the Black Lake. Rina, sensing that his tests were over, appeared on his shoulders with a burst of flames.
"You might want this." She sang, dropping an envelop into his lap. Harry quickly ripped open the seal and took out a piece of parchment.
Dear Harry,
Apology accepted, I understand that O.W.L.S must be very tiring. I am glad that you wrote to me eventually, you have no idea how much it means to me for you to write. I miss talking to you so much and I wish we could see each other soon. You have a very beautiful familiar, I'm so jealous. Anyways, what do you have planned for summer? I understand Quidditch Qualifiers are coming up, when are they?
Love,
Fleur
As he read the letter, Harry couldn't help but smile with joy; he didn't know why he felt so happy when he read that Fleur had missed him, it wasn't like they were dating or anything but his day brightened immediately. Then he laid back on the fluffy grass and stared up at the blue sky, thoughts centered on playing Quidditch for England.