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Say No More

I had no defense. At least, not one to justify my incredibly stupid and unplanned decision to tell Lockhart I knew exactly who he was selling his soul to. My only excuse was that I had acted on a lovesick whim to prevent Adrian from tangling himself up with You-Know-Who. Other than occasionally visiting with Sirius, Adrian wanted nothing to do with his past life. And damn it! I wanted that for him. So, I couldn't just… just let him unknowingly confront You-Know-Who's soul fragment.

But judging by the looks on Fred and George's faces, I knew they didn't think my reason was good enough. Not when I had just thrown all our precautions out of the window. Not when I had essentially made myself number one on Lockhart's hit list. And the worst part of it all is that I hadn't discussed any of it with Fred and George beforehand.

"Holls, you… you…" Fred started to say, but his agitation and worry had him sputtering out. After defense class ended, we hadn't gone to history of magic. Instead, as soon as class was over, Fred and George appeared at my sides and we hightailed it out of there before Lockhart had the chance to tell me to stay behind. I barely had enough time to grab my things.

"I'm sorry", I said when it became apparent Fred wasn't going to complete his sentence any time soon. My eyes tracked his form as he paced up and down the length of the room of requirement. Knowing we could get all the privacy we needed here and no one would be able to find us once they noticed we were ditching class, we headed straight for this room. The room had read our needs and provided us with a warm fire, a plush couch, and plenty of space to move. The perfect place for us to have a mental breakdown.

George was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Occasionally, he'd shake his hidden head as if he was trying to rid himself of all unhelpful thoughts. "You're the one who always makes us plan everything out!" Fred found his voice as he continued to pace. "You're the one who made us learn all those details from that stupid story you're basing our lives on all because you didn't want anyone to make thoughtless decisions!"

I flinched at Fred's words, but he was right. Until now, that was how I had handled all of our…. Interventions. "I know", I said remorsefully. Fred scoffed as he turned on his heel and dropped onto the couch next to George in a furious heap. "I couldn't-" I started to explain, but stopped to sigh instead. "Adrian was…" It could be left unsaid that Adrian had been unknowingly endangering himself. "And I think he was doing it to help me. So, I couldn't just let him… be in the front lines alone", I finished weakly. I couldn't speak with conviction. I couldn't defend my actions. Not when I had sacrificed all safety measures to keep the keeper of my hormonal teenage heart out of harm's way.

George shook his head again and Fred snorted loudly. "So, you decided to take his place instead?" Fred asked incredulously. When I didn't deny it, Fred tacked on an exasperated, "Merlin, Holly!" to the end of his question.

George picked his head up out of his hands and looked me straight in the eyes. "You made yourself a threat", he said in a much calmer voice than Fred as he pointed out exactly why my choices had been foolish.

"I know", I confessed my guilt. I adjusted my gaze until I was staring at my school shoes. They're the only things I own that didn't have an owner before me. While I often got the trainer's Percy outgrew, I couldn't wear boy school shoes with my uniform. Mum felt that it didn't look proper. As the eldest girl, I had no one to inherit school shoes from and got the honor of breaking in a new pair. But Ginny would get these in a couple of years.

"Now Lockhart knows you and probably me and Fred know about the diary", George continued.

"I know". I kept my head down and my voice apologetic. If I had slowed down, even if just by a couple of seconds, I would have probably made a different decision. It's going to be so much harder to get the diary back". George reasoned as Fred continued to fume on the couch next to him.

"I know", I admitted again. This was all I could do at the moment. I couldn't argue that I had done the right thing. And making excuses won't help my case.

Like a shaken can of cola, Fred fizzed. "You know!" He exploded as he sprung up from the couch. I took an unplanned step back. "You know", he repeated as he stepped closer to me and grabbed me by my shoulders. "Is that all you can say?" He asked as he started to shake me, causing my head to bob. "What happened to not taking unnecessary risks?"

"I kn-" I started to say, but another jostled shake cut me off.

"Fred", George tried to break in. But Fred was on a roll.

"You promised me. You promised that once the diary was taken care of, we'd stop messing with things that we shouldn't know anything about". What Fred said was only directed at me. "And now it's like you're going to make it as hard as possible for us to quit."

I'm finding it very difficult to look away from my shoes. I did promise that. "Wait. What?" George broke in from the couch. "When did you two talk about stopping our plan?"

Fred let go of my shoulders in favor of throwing his hands up in the air as he turned away from me to face George. That's right. We haven't told George about how Fred wanted to back off from all our meddling. We had meant to. Right after we talked to Dobby after the bludger incident. But plans had gotten derailed when Harry had found out about the diary and then everything with Lockhart…

"I want to stop", Fred addressed George. "I want us to stop exposing hidden animagi, intercepting Horcruxes, and spoiling the plans of dark wizards. We should just let things happen as they're supposed to", Fred let out in one breath. This particular point of topic has probably been brewing in his mind for a while now.

At the end of Fred's opinion, George's posture becomes rigid as his eyes widen. "Fred, you could die", was his immediate response.

"We could all die", Fred argued. "The stuff Holly knows isn't going to protect us. And we don't know what's been affected by the choices we've made". Fred paused. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. As he does this, George and I share a look. George's mouth closed and his eyebrows slanted inward with disapproval. It was clear to me he didn't appreciate being kept in the dark about an important conversation that should have included all three of us. But we had to get Fred through this before George could take his turn being angry. Or so I thought. When Fred opened his eyes, it was with finality. "I'd rather die than have someone else die in my place. I figured that out when you took a bludger to the face".

George stared at Fred; his mouth opened ever so slightly. How does one respond to that? It's honorable to not choose your life over others if it can be helped. And it was something we all felt. George wouldn't want us to die for him. And I didn't want Fred and George to throw their lives away for mine. So how do we argue? How do we argue with Fred? Convince him that we absolutely should keep on doing everything we can to prevent his death when we also wouldn't choose to have anyone die in our place?

When George didn't come up with anything to say, I decided I better share the plan I had come up with on my own. The one that would give my fellow triplets an out. "I think if Fred wants to stop, you both should". Fred exhaled loudly as if he had just been freed from an overbearing weight. But George's expression was becoming stormier by the minute. I don't blame him. He had taken a bludger to the face for our half-baked plans, and now we were telling him he had done so without us intending to see things through to the end. "But I can't. There must be a reason that I remember my past life; a reason that I was born knowing about Harry Potter." That was the excuse I was giving them, but the truth was that I just couldn't do nothing when I knew something awful was going to happen to someone I love. "I shouldn't have pulled the two of you into this. You didn't know what you were signing up for". Especially because things rarely happened as I said they would. "I should have just handled things on my own. I think that's what we should do from now on. I wanted to find a way where all three of us made it out at the end. But I should have known better." I wasn't sure why I was still talking. Or exactly what words were sprouting out of my mouth. Judging by the disagreeing looks on my brothers' faces; I really should stop talking. But I don't. "The simplest solution is often the best solution. I shouldn't have tried to change so much. I should just make sure that I am the one who gets crushed by the crumbling wall. That makes the most sense. Besides, this is my second life. It doesn't matter if I die".

It was like being hit by a rogue wave. One moment I was standing on my own two feet and the next moment I had been pushed back against the wall with one brother keeping me pinned by each of my shoulders. "No one wants that!" Fred yelled in my face.

I blinked as the harsh volume made my ears hurt. I think I've been pretty patient with Fred's feelings of guilt as George and I did what we could to keep him safe. I think I've been understanding of George's ire for being left out of important conversations. And I accept my fault in revealing myself to Lockhart. But I was becoming annoyed by all the back and forth. We weren't going to solve anything at this rate. "If someone has to die, why shouldn't it be me?" I retorted as I strained against my brothers' holds. They didn't allow me an inch.

"Merlin, Holly", George said, sounding like an old man who had just thrown out his back. "Just because you've died before doesn't mean you're expendable".

"Yes, I am!" I was vaguely aware of how terrible I was sounding. "You and Fred have dreams. You want to open a joke shop. You want to earn enough money to make sure Mum and Dad can enjoy their golden years, and you both want to get cozy with Angelina. Which is very weird by the way. The only thing I want is for our family to stay safe. It's why I was born!"

"No, it wasn't!" Fred and George yelled at the same time.

"Holly", George growled out. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe you were reborn because you didn't deserve to die the first time? That it wasn't your time? Maybe you're not supposed to solve the problems of the wizarding world".

I opened my mouth to refute his point. I did not believe my purpose was to save the wizarding world. If I did, I would have made fewer selfish choices. But Fred didn't let me put in my two cents. "Maybe you're just supposed to enjoy your life".

"If I was just meant to enjoy living, why do I have all of these memories about the Harry Potter series?" I demanded to know.

"How the hell should we know?" Fred yelled back.

"What about Pucey?" George asked. He wasn't yelling like Fred, but his voice wasn't expressing contentment either. "He's reincarnated too. He was a death eater in his past life. Is he supposed to defeat You-Know-Who?"

"No", I instantly replied.

"Why not?" George asked.

The answer flies out of my mouth. "Because he doesn't want to!"

I'm breathing heavily as George asks his next question. "So, why is it different for you?"

"Because I don't want anyone in our family to die. If my death can make that happen, then I'm okay with it". My throat was starting to hurt from all the yelling.

"You prat", Fred broke in. "If you're dead then someone in our family does die. Your logic doesn't make any sense!" Fred yelled one last time before he forced himself to calm down via a deep breath. Fred let go of my shoulder and took a step back. "Okay, new plan", he said to George. "Holly isn't allowed to make any more plans".

Following Fred's example, George let go of my other shoulder and stepped back. "Agreed", he said. I huffed as I used one hand to rub one of my shoulders. Like that was going to happen. "Do you really want to stop?" George asked Fred.

Fred exhaled loudly from his nose. "Yeah. It's not like I won't try to avoid dying five years from now. But if I lose one of you two in the process, that would just be the same as dying myself".

"So, what do you think we should do?" George asked as he folded his arms across his chest. "We can't just walk away when Lockhart is in the diary's control, and Jolly Holly made herself enemy number one". George nodded in my direction. I'm getting the feeling that I've been demoted from a valued contributor to a liability. Seriously, they were talking like I was no longer in the room.

Fred took his time answering which clued me in that whatever he was going to suggest, I wasn't going to like it. Fred rubbed the back of his neck. He was looking at everything in the room of requirement except me. "I think we should tell someone else what we know".

"No!" I immediately refused. Did they want me to end up locked up in St. Mungos or the department of mysteries; being poked and prodded as people tried to figure out how I knew things that shouldn't be known? Did they want me to be labeled as a mental case for the rest of my life?

"Who do you have in mind?" George asked.

"This is a bad idea", I said before Fred could answer. "I told you two because I knew you wouldn't have me locked up or shipped off to be some type of experiment or seen as a mental patient-"

George cut me off with a wave of his. "Holly, shush. The grow-ups are talking". This git.

"I think we should tell Dumbledore", Fred said; still, without looking at me.

Outnumbered two against one, and with the two using every tactic from guilt to puppy-dog eyes to get me to agree, I ended up getting manhandled onto the 'tell Dumbledore' plan. Standing shoulder to shoulder with my brothers in front of the gargoyle, I racked my brains. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to end up like Snape and promise my life to Dumbledore. Not that I have anything against the headmaster. He's a great guy. Really. But we had different agendas. I wanted to save Fred. He wanted the final downfall of You-Know-Who. In the ending that I knew, Dumbledore gets what he wants. Though he is dead by that point. What if he didn't appreciate that the changes we made could potentially bring about a different ending?

But that wasn't why I was racking my brains. I had been outvoted. Fred and George wanted to tell Dumbledore, and I had angered them enough today. They trusted me and my decisions, and now it was my turn to trust them. The problem was…. I couldn't remember the password to the headmaster's office. I knew it was a type of sweet, and I'm vaguely sure it has something to do with lemon….

"Lemon layer-cake", I said to the unmoving gargoyle. Nothing. "Lemon tart". Nothing. "Lemon… Meringue?"

When the statue still didn't budge, George tilted his head in my direction. "Jolly Holly", he started slowly with a certain scolding tone creeping in. "I'm starting to wonder if you truly don't remember-"

"Or if you're just trying to stop us from talking to Dumbledore", Fred finished from my other side.

"I promise I'm not", I tried to assure them. But I wasn't worried about being too convincing. George had used my nickname. They must be calming down if they were rhyming again. "I just never thought we'd need Dumbledore's password so I didn't try to memorize it like other facts from Jessie's memories".

Fred and George continued to talk to each other as I thought up more lemon-themed sweets and desserts. Lemon flavored lolly, a lemon head, lemon bars? "You know", Fred said to George. "It is kind of strange we haven't been here before". Lemon drops?

George nodded. "Yeah, you'd think we would have seen it after that time we used the sticking charm on the wall and that fifth-year Slytherin". Lemon pie. Lemonade. Lemon-flavored warheads?

"Or that time we charmed the floor in the second corridor to be bouncy for a day", Fred added.

Something clicked in my mind. "Sherbet lemon", I blurted out.

The Gargoyle statue stepped out of the way, revealing a stone spiral staircase. Fred, George, and I watched in silence. No one moved or spoke until the gargoyle stopped moving. "Does anyone else get the impression we're breaking another school rule?" George asked.

Fred and I shrugged. We've broken so many, one more wasn't really a concern to us. Hell, we were supposed to be in class. So technically, we were breaking a rule right now. Fred grabbed my hand before he took the first step forward. "We won't let you get thrown into the department of mysteries. I promise". He squeezed my hand in reassurance as we made our way up the staircase; George followed behind.

It doesn't take long to reach the top. Dumbledore's office door is closed, so we take a moment to clarify our courage. Two deep breaths later, George reached out and knocked. The sound was heavy and echoed off the stone walls. But there was no response. "Well, we tried", I said as I turned around. "I think history of magic is over. Should we head to charms?"

Fred's grip on my hand tightened as he stopped me from turning completely. "We're not leaving until we talk to Dumbledore". He said. I rolled my eyes and frowned as I faced the door once again. Fine.

George grabbed the door handle; expecting it to be locked, but it swung open easily. "I guess we can wait inside", George said as he stepped forward first. Fred moved next; pulling me behind him.

Dumbledore's office is exactly as it had been described in the books. Little noises, almost undetectable, bounced around the circular room; coming from little objects and trinkets set up on display on tables or from the inside of cabinets. The walls were barely visible as most of them were covered by the hanging portraits of snoring headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts past. At the other end of the room, stood a huge desk. The desk's surface was covered with books and parchments and candy bowls. It wasn't hard for me to spot the sorting hat sitting on a shelf behind the headmaster's desk. But what really drew my attention was the giant scarlet bird sitting on a perch next to the desk. It was the first phoenix I have ever seen in person. Fawkes was absolutely stunning.

"Okay", George said as we filed further into the room and the door swung shut behind us. "I think I understand why we've never been sent to the headmaster's office before. This room is too good for the likes of us pranksters".

Fred let go of my hand as he bent over a table to study some of the objects sitting on it. "I feel like we're in a museum", he shared.

I kept moving forward. Drawn to the rustling of the scarlet-gold feathers and the black gem-like eyes that were watching my approach. How many lives had Fawkes seen? Was reincarnation infinite? Would Fawkes and I spend all eternity dying and waking up in new bodies? My philosophical questions and fascination in the scarlet-gold bird were calming my nerves. I was no longer being bombarded with fears of being an experiment in the department of mysteries, or what Dumbledore would do when he learned that I knew so much about his future plans. It was hard to focus on those fears when Fawkes' intelligent stare was drawing me in closer and closer. Soon, I was tuning out Fred and George's comments on Dumbledore's office as I reached out a tentative hand to the phoenix. Fawkes allowed it, and I stroked the back of my hand down his feathered back. For some reason, I was getting the impression Fawkes knew. He knew I was like him; a soul that had lived across lifespans. Of course, we weren't exactly the same. Fawkes had died more times than I had. I think. Maybe Jessie was the only past life I remembered, but I suppose it could be possible there had been others. Did that mean everyone had past lives? Like Fawkes, I had been given a new body when Jessie had died. Unlike Fawkes, I woke up in a new place, at a different time, and with a new name. When Fawkes died, he'd climb out of his ashes and grow up as the same phoenix all over again. Was that the difference between human and phoenix reincarnation? I wonder which is worse.

Fawkes leaned into my attention. His eyes closed momentarily, suggesting that he enjoyed having his feathers petted. But when Fawkes opened them again, I was pinned by his knowing gaze. My hand stilled. Just what was this bird seeing? Jessie, Holly, or the combination of the two that makes up my identity? It was disconcerting, but I was getting the impression that this phoenix understood more about me than anyone else ever would. Including myself. And he pitied me for it.

"My! Isn't this a surprise?" A kind and wizened voice came from behind me. Effectively breaking me from the trance of Fawkes' stare and silencing my brothers.

I twirled around; feeling very much like a kid that got caught swiping candy from the shop as my brothers did the same. "Professor Dumbledore!" They said in surprised sync. None of us had heard the approach of footsteps or the sound of the door opening.

Dumbledore stood by the office door; holding his hands behind his back. His eyes held its signature twinkle as he looked at us from his half-moon spectacles. "Students do not normally visit me during class hours", Dumbledore said as he moved past my brothers and me to get to the other side of his desk. "I will admit. I'm intrigued about what has brought the three of you to my office this day". Dumbledore spoke with levity as he took a seat in his office chair. I took a step back from Fawkes as Fred and George came to stand next to me with George standing in the middle. Does that mean we won't get in trouble for missing classes? But now it was time to fess up to… well everything. I gulped down my nerves. Honestly, I would prefer to be in detention. "Lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered from one of the many candy bowls sitting on his desk.

Before any of us could refuse or accept, Fred jumped the gun. "Sir, Lockhart's possessed by Tom Riddle. He's using magic on students, and it's a house-elf named Dobby's fault".

The silence dragged on as Dumbledore stared at us while Fred's words sank in. I covered my face with one of my hands as I fought the urge to groan. There has to be a better introduction than that.

"Err", George vocalized after a moment. "Lockhart is… well, possessed-Lockhart is also responsible for the chamber of secrets and the petrified victims." He added because that was also important information.

"Professor Lockhart", Dumbledore corrected. His facial expression was soft as he remained calm, but his eyes had lost their twinkle. That was the only sign we got that he was taking us seriously. "Those are serious accusations. As such, members of staff and a few of your classmates have brought their concerns about Professor Lockhart's teaching methods to my attention". Dumbledore shifted in his chair as he fixed his posture. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was good that other people were speaking up. But isn't it bad that no one has done anything yet? "Though this is the first time I've heard about an involved house-elf and a possessed teacher. How did you come across this information?"

Fred and George both looked at me, and copying them, Dumbledore did the same. I knew it was my turn to talk. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. For some reason, I was finding it more difficult to tell Dumbledore about Harry Potter à la Jessie than I had when I first told Fred and George. Probably because I knew Dumbledore didn't love me like Fred and George did. "I…. know things", I finally settled on. And just like the first time I had this conversation, I immediately regretted how I started it.

The twinkle returned to Dumbledore's eyes. "This is a school, Miss Weasley. It is our goal for you to know things, as you put it".

I closed my eyes and sighed very deeply. Bloody hell. George nudged my side with his elbow. When I opened my eyes, I decided to just open the floodgates. "I know that you know that I remember a past life". I kept my focus on Dumbledore, hoping my voice wouldn't shake. "In that life, I read a series of books that I thought were just fiction. I learned about a hidden world that existed parallel to mine. I read about witches and wizards who went to school in a magical castle in Scotland''. The twinkle left Dumbledore's eyes again as he leaned forward from behind his desk. "It was a shock when I died and learned that everything in those books was real. I knew Harry Potter would be sorted into Gryffindor. I knew Sirius Black was innocent. I knew Scabbers was actually Pettigrew before our transfiguration presentation. I know that last year, you were safe-guarding the philosopher's stone by keeping it in the Mirror of Erised. And I know that the only way to get the stone out of the mirror is to want to find it but not use it, even though I've never seen the mirror in person". I paused here as I tried to think about what I should say next. Dumbledore wasn't blinking, and my brothers were unnaturally still. We weren't worried about Dumbledore not believing us. We knew too much for him to disregard us. "And I know… I know who opened the chamber of secrets. I know what monster is in the chamber. I know You-Know-Who could come back. I know how you could die. I know how You-Know-Who could be defeated once and for all. And I'm saying could, because they haven't happened yet and I don't know if me telling you this will change things". At the end, I had to take long breaths with my mouth open. That was a lot to say in one go.

"Fred and I know all of this because Holly told us everything", George added before Dumbledore could respond. "We planned that whole thing with Pettigrew. We made sure to expose him in public with McGonagall there so there'd be plenty of witnesses".

Dumbledore was silent for a while, which I couldn't blame him for. This was… this was a lot to unpack. But when he finally did speak, Dumbledore sat back in his seat. "Knowledge is a powerful thing", he told us; his voice calm and grandfatherly. "You would be wise to be mindful about how you use it".

….What exactly does that mean coming from him? I force myself to look away from Dumbledore to cast a questioning gaze on my fellow triplets. Dumbledore had been a Gryffindor when he was a student, right? So, why was he sounding like a Ravenclaw? "So…. Do you believe us?" Fred asked slowly.

Dumbledore popped a lemon drop into his mouth before folding his hands on top of his desktop. "I do", he spoke around the sweet in his mouth.

I shared another look with Fred and George. That's… good. I think. When Dumbledore didn't make any moves to spring into action; when he gave no inclination he was going to squeeze every bit of information out of me, I asked, "Do you want to take care of Lockhart first, or do you want the full story about You-Know-Who?" Because if someone told me that they knew how I could die, I'd be asking questions.

"Professor Lockhart, Miss Weasley", Dumbledore corrected again. I was really struggling to understand why talking with respect about a madman mattered. "Yes, I will handle the problems concerning Professor Lockhart. I can't have a teacher using magic against students so casually, after all". I let out a breath of air I wasn't aware I was holding. "As for everything else you have shared with me, I will do my best to forget it", Dumbledore answered serenely.

Come again? My eyes widened as my face twisted in confusion. Dumbledore didn't want… to learn anything about what I could potentially know? Fred and George must have been making similar faces, based on the amused gleam in Dumbledore's eyes. "But, Sir-" George tried to argue.

Dumbledore talked over him. "In fact, I must insist that you three refrain from sharing this information with anyone else". I should have felt at ease with Dumbledore telling us that. I mean, it was exactly what I wanted; for things to stay between Fred, George, and me. But instead, I felt on edge. Why? Why would Dumbledore turn down a chance to get a leg up on the next couple of years? Especially if it meant his death could be prevented. "The information you possess is dangerous". Dumbledore was addressing all three of us, but I got the impression that he was mostly speaking to me. "There is a reason why those who have memories of past lives are protected under the law. Did you know, Miss Weasley, that if you were ever ordered to testify in court you could not be administered veritaserum because that would run the risk of you being forced to reveal details of your past life?" I shook my head no. The rights of reincarnated people was not something I've ever looked into. Although, I probably should. "That law is in place to prevent reincarnated people from being targeted by their past-lives' enemies or to spare them from the consequences of past life deeds. However, the same consideration is not given to people who know about another's past life. Therefore, every time you share things about your past life, you are making it easier for other people to learn about who you once were. In most cases, this would not be a terrible thing. However, given what you have just shared with me, I can assure you that the knowledge you hold is dangerous. Many people would want it. Many people would want to know how it's possible for you to have it, and many would target you for it. The safest thing for you to do is to guard what you know".

So,…. Did we come here for nothing? "No!" Fred interjected. He stepped forward and placed his palms flat on the edge of Dumbledore's desk with his elbows locked. "We need help. If we keep on trying to stop bad things from happening, these two idiots are going to get themselves killed!" Fred exclaimed as he took one hand off Dumbledore's desk to make vague gestures at George and me. I'm not sure what I was more offended by; being called an idiot or Fred assuming that we'd die. Although, I guess we did just have a conversation about all of us being willing to die for each other.

"Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it", Dumbledore said. The familiar, yet out of context, line sent shivers of nostalgia up my spine. If I didn't know where that line came from, I'd be experiencing déjà vu. "However, I'm afraid I cannot help the way you wish me to. No matter what the three of you know or how you decided to act upon it, I believe things will happen as they are meant to. Though I fear I would not be able to say the same if I became involved".

I wrinkled my nose, feeling like I shouldn't look a gift unicorn in the mouth, but…. "Sir, that doesn't make any sense", I said honestly.

Dumbledore gave me a closed-lip smile. "I know it doesn't, Miss Weasley. But, one day, I think you will find meaning in my words".