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Juliet's POV Hagrid's Hut Just After the Game
I sat in deep thought as Hermione and Ron kept trying to say it was Snape, but I knew better. Ron turned to me, "If there was anyone here who would know Snape best, it'd be you, Juliet." I turned on him fiercely. "Of course it wasn't him! Why would he have any thought of hurting Harry?!" I yelled. Ron looked taken aback, Hermione had tears in her eyes, and Harry's mouth was hanging open. So, with that, I got up and left.
Hagrid Hagrid's Hut Same Moment in Time
There was long silence after Juliet stormed off. I felt sorry for her. Why should she know more about Severus than any of them? "We know it was Snape, Hagrid. He tried to get past that three-headed dog on-" Harry began, but I cut him off. "Who tol' you abou' Fluffy?" I asked, curious. Hermione was the next to speak up. "Fluffy? That thing has a name?" She asked.
I replied swiftly, "O' course 'e does. 'E's mine. I bough' 'im off an Irish fellar in a pub las' year. Then I gave 'im to Dumbledore to guard the…"
"Yes?"
"No more questions, don't ask any more questions! Tha's top secret tha' is. All tha' information is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel," I said, then realized my mistake. I tried to correct myself, but the three had already run off.
Juliet's POV The Common Room Same Day
All I did was sit there, crying. The twins, Fred and George, tried to cheer me up, but it wouldn't work. It wasn't fair that they just immediately assume it was dad. That's how it always is, though. I knew its how it would be.
A while later a boy stood for a moment then looked over at me. He had deep, grayish blue eyes, and deep, black hair. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked quietly. I sat myself up and wiped my eyes. "Um, no. You can sit if you want," I replied quickly. "Thanks, I'm Tom, by the way. Tom Grey." He said smiling at me.
His smile, to me, was odd. It wasn't a cheesy grin like Harry's, but a contained small smile. "Juliet Potter," I replied, thinking he'd react like most people do, but he didn't. All he did was smile and mutter a quick cool, and then carried on with a normal conversation. No glance at my scar, no excited yip or clap. Just his smile, and that was that.
Harry's POV Common Room Late that Night
I sat up knowing that I'd hurt Juliet's feelings. It was a haunting feeling in my gut that made me feel horrible. She hadn't acted mad later toward Ron, Hermione, and I, but I still felt bad. I could tell the others did too, but she just didn't seem to be angry.
Juliet's POV Visiting Hagrid Same Night
I sat in a chair and told Hagrid why I felt so sad. Why it had hurt so much. "…and and he's my only adult figure I have left," I muttered. He nodded and rubbed my back to calm me down, which really helped. "How abou' you tell me abou' this boy you fancy," He said and smiled. I rolled my eyes and told him about Tom and I's chat.
After I finished explaining about Tom and I, I looked out the window, thinking about Tom. I saw something out the window and got up. "Somebody's watching us." I muttered. Hagrid got up and saw them too. "Oh my goodness! It's Filch." I said terrified of getting in trouble.
Later
I felt ashamed and embarrassed as I laid in bed and sighed. I had a late night detention with McGonagall. I had to go out in the forest with her to check if there's anyone out in the forest. Hermione poked her head in the curtains. "I heard you got in trouble. Did Hagrid try to defend you?" I nodded silently. "I'm sorry, and so are Harry and Ron." "It's fine. I'm not mad, just bummed I got a detention." She nodded and left.
Mid-December
I wished I could stay next to Harry at all times, so that's what I did. I don't know why, but I was always somewhat skittish when I'm completely alone. Christmas was approaching quickly and, I could tell that Harry was excited. So excited that, tonight, while trying to find a book on Nicholas Flamel since Hermione is with her family, he woke me up at midnight. He lead me to a large room and I looked around. I saw a large mirror, and that was it. He lead me to the mirror and stood me in front of it, staying by me. "It's us with mom and James. What? Does this tell us what we miss?" I asked confused.
A voice behind me answered, "Well, somewhat close, Ms. Potter. Let me give you a hint. The happiest man in the world would look in the mirror and just see himself. Just how he is."
I turned to see Professor Dumbledore. Harry and I answered together, "It shows us whatever we want."
"Close. It shows us the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts. It does not due to dwell on dreams, you two, and forget to live life. Now go off to bed, but to let you know, this will be moved tomorrow. Please, I ask you; do not go looking for it again."
I got in bed with Dumbledore's words swirling around in my head, and woke up unreasted.
