After a quick class with the least liked teacher, the students were leaving. Harry told his friends to leave without him, he had to talk to Snape about something important.
-¿Why you still here Potter? The class is over-
-I want to talk to you professor-
-¿About what?-
-Professor Dumbledore has shown me memories about Voldemort and the encounters he had with him from his childhood to his adult life-
-¡I have already told him not to pronounce the name of the Lord of Darkness! ¿And what about that?-
Harry still thought that fearing saying his name was silly, but he didn't want to argue about it right now. He took a breath and courage before opening his mouth -When the director left me alone I also saw memories about you...I know why you really hate my father and also the real reason why you have been helping Dumbledore and the Order, all this time...- and at that revelation the man stood up abruptly and with his wand closed the classroom door.
-¿How can you think of talking about that here and with the door open?!-
-I non-verbally cast the silencing spell a few seconds ago. We can speak with total freedom-
-Be careful Potter. They could well be your last words-
-Save the threats, I stopped being afraid of you a long time ago, professor- and he handed him an envelope with a letter.
-¿What is this?-
-Something I should have given you a while ago. If you'll excuse me, I have things to do. Good morning - and he left there.
The man hesitated whether to open it or not, but in the end his curiosity was stronger. He broke the seal and began to read the contents which said the following.
DEAR PROFESSOR SNAPE
First of all, I would like to apologize for having gotten into your memories last year without your consent, but I do not regret it, because I was able to see a side of my father that others did not want me to see for fear of breaking the image I had of him. .
I am very sorry for the way my father and his friends made you suffer during your years at school, you did not deserve that kind of treatment and I am sorry that my mother, the woman you loved, married the person you detested the most. I understand that the world is more complex than I believed, that no one is perfect and even those we admire and appreciate have many flaws, just as those we dislike can perform noble and heroic acts, if we are able to see beyond them. of appearances. I also learned that people can change for the better if they put their mind to it, like my father or my Muggle cousin did. You were on my mind, and you know that the way he treated me as a child wasn't much different than my father's treatment of you, but they both matured over time and tried to make amends for their past mistakes. Same as you.
I'll be honest, for a long time I thought you were a hateful, bitter teacher who enjoyed torturing his students and only rewarded members of his house unfairly. But now I see that, in your own way, you was only trying to prepare us for the harsh reality of the world outside of school and the reality is this: Life is not always fair, bad things can happen to good people, as well as privileged idiots like Lucius Malfoy (or my father, in your words) can get away with it without being punished for his misdeeds. Complaining, blaming others and drowning in self-pity is of no use, but if you make an effort and persevere like Hermione does in classes (whom you has always given a top grade, despite your derogatory comments about her in front of their peers), there is nothing we cannot achieve. And if someone manages to survive years of classes and exams with you, then the rest will be much easier.
Last year Professor McGonagall asked me what I wanted to do when I left school, and I told her I wanted to be an Auror, but now I'm not so sure. I have always fought against Voldemort and the dark forces, not because I enjoyed it, but because it was the right thing to do, plus the Auror career is not as good as I tought, if you have to follow orders from people like Fudge or Umbridge. What I did enjoy about my commitments was during the AD classes, when I taught my classmates, and now I realize that that is what I would like: be a teacher. I don't know yet whether to teach Defense or Potions classes or even if I will be alive to complete my studies, but in case I have that lucky, I would like you to be my tutor. I don't know anyone more qualified and who has the guts to tell me things as they really are.
What I am trying to tell you through this letter is: Thank you. For everything you did for me these years, for having endangered your life countless times following Dumbledore's orders, for preparing the potion that Lupin needs every month, avoid him from a painful transformation, and for all the many times you helped us, even if we never knew
Eternally grateful
HARRY JAMES POTTER EVANS
The man was completely shocked, not only because it was the first time he had seen the boy use his mother's name, also because of everything he had said to him. He thought that the letter would be full of insults or complaints, that he would tell him how much he hated him and he would blame him for the mistakes of his past. It would have been much easier, so they would both hate each other and each would continue on his side. But far from that, the boy did not hold a grudge against him, he thanked him, and even professed respect for him. He wanted to hate him with all his might, he tried to think of the times the boy acted just like his father, so he would have an excuse to be angry with him, but he couldn't ¿How could he be angry with someone whose heart only exhibited kindness, compassion and the incredible ability to forgive? Something he had never learned to do in his entire life.
Dumbledore and Lupin had tried to tell him, again and again, that the boy was not his father, but he either didn't want to or couldn't believe it. But for the first time he could see who the boy really was, a worthy son of his mother -Lily...- he said making a small grimace, which could be interpreted as a big smile, coming from someone who for the first time in a long time, had just received a small, but sincere token of affection.
Harry was sleeping peacefully on a couch in the Room of Requirement. He had trained for several hours and then lay down on the piece of furniture he had made appear there. He had already forgotten what it was like to let his body and brain recharge so much. When he woke up he saw that it was 4 in the afternoon. He left there and used one of the school's many passageways to shortcut his way to the kitchens to ask the elves for something; such an effort had left him with a voracious appetite. During the ride he felt like he was forgetting something, but he wasn't sure what it was, he thought it was probably something trivial. He sat at a small table that was set up for him and was served quickly and given several snacks.
-Thank you very much, I was very hungry- he said to a couple who bowed, partly nervous and partly proud, as if just receiving those words were the best tip in the world. When he finished eating he went to look for his friends. He thought it was strange how quiet everything was and he began to hear shouts and applause and that's when he realized: ¡It was the last Quidditch match! With so many things on his mind he had forgotten something so important. He ran as fast as he could towards the field.
-¡Potter!- a voice told him and he turned to see the head of his house looking at him with the same displeasure as always -They have been looking for him, it seems that you missed the opportunity to show off with his broom and they had to hire a substitute -
-I was busy studying sir. I had to sacrifice the opportunity to do something I like because of my obligations. My personal hobbies and Quidditch don't matter as much as the problems outside-
It seemed like the man was going to criticize or mock him, but he just nodded - Good, I see that you are learning not to be so selfish and to give priority to the really important things. I read your letter...¿ Was it all true?-
-Every word, sir- he answered seriously.
The greasy-haired guy sighed -¿What are you planning to do with Mr. Dark? By now he should already know what awaits him, so how does you plan to face the situation?-
-Well, I was thinking of challenging him to a duel, as equals. Something very daring that will make me look good for the photos in the newspaper - and the man looked at him with the intention of throwing a cauldron on his head and Harry smiled - But then I discarded that idea because it would be suicide. It is true that it would be a great demonstration of bravery and heroism, but also an example of stupidity and lack of brains. My father and many others fought bravely against him, like Godric Griffindor´s way and they lost. Maybe it's time to fight like a Slytherin- he told him, touching his temple with his index finger.
-I see that you are finally beginning to understand it. The most dangerous weapon is not the wand, its the mind ¿So what will your plan be? -And Harry gave him a note with instructions.
The man read it and then raised his eyebrows. -You must be joking ¿Is this his plan?-
-Just a part, I still have other details to put together, to cover all fronts. It's always good to have a backup, but don't worry, I assured you that it will be something unimaginable-
-¿And what are those supposed "backups"?-
-I prefer not to reveal it yet. The less people who know the better, especially a person who spends a lot of time at Voldemort's side. I don't doubt his Occlumency skills, but just in case...
-My mental barriers are fine, as for yours... Let's see ¡Legeremens!- And without warning he pulled out his wand. But Harry had spent months practicing for it, he knew that his teacher, Voldemort or, Merlin forbid, Ginny could use that trick on him, so he already had the habit of having a good mental defense, strong enough to repel intruders -It is an acceptable shield. Miss Weasley would have done better-
-I do not doubt it. Ginny has always been a gifted and skilled student. Maybe that's why Parkinson and her others are envious of her.
-Especially because of her performance as a search engine. I'll see you soon Potter. I'll go get to work-
He ran as fast as he could towards the Quidditch pitch, he hoped to see, even if it was the last part. He was afraid that his colleagues would be angry with him for having left them waiting and that they would have to hire a substitute. He already imagined the Griffindors celebrating the victory and hundreds of red and gold papers everywhere. Just then he heard the sound of Madame Hooch's whistle, ending the game.
-¡That's all ladies and gentlemen!- said Lee Jordan with his megaphone -Ginny Weasley has caught the Golden Snitch! SLYTHERIN WINS THIS YEAR'S QUIDDITCH CUP!-And at that moment he saw Ron's sister descend from her broom, holding the small sphere with wings in her hands while everyone applauded loudly. And a lot of green-colored, snake-shaped fireworks were bustling in the sky.
-It was an interesting game, everyone thought that by missing their guardian they would lose. But it seems they managed without you Mr. Potter. Congratulations on your victory- said Professor Mc Gonagall as she passed him and she stopped to look at the lights in the sky -I must admit that the Weasleys make good pyrotechnics. What a shame that it's not the colors of my house that we see in the sky, and even more sad that I didn't have you and the Weasley girl on my team. Good afternoon - and she left while he went to where the players were. He saw all of his housemates shouting and celebrating with total euphoria.
Draco and Ginny walked around raising the cup, each holding one end of the object, while the team cheered and congratulated them on their performance during the game. They seemed like the perfect pair, almost as if they were made for each other. As soon as Ginny saw it, she ran excitedly -¡We won! ¡We won!- She shouted with intense joy, hugging him. And right there, without caring that the whole school saw it or what Ron, Draco or Zabinni might feel, he placed his hands on her face and kissed her, making everyone remain silent. For a moment he feared that the girl would push him away from her and slap him, but instead, she hugged him even tighter and continued to maintain contact. He didn't know how much time had passed, seconds, minutes, he just knew that he didn't want the moment to end.
-¡Wooow! ¡Look at that! ¡It seems that today Slytherin won more than one victory! - commented Lee Jordan - Today's game had everything: Action, rivalry, and also romance! -
-Enough Jordan- one of the teachers told him, taking the megaphone from him.
The reactions were diverse, Harry saw Zabinni looking at him angrily while he squeezed his glass of pumpkin juice, which ran down her hand, just as Romilda Vane and others looked at her with contempt. Many had their eyes fixed on Draco, as rumors had spread about there being something between the girl and him, but the blonde simply gave a small smile and gave them a thumbs up while holding the trophy with the other, implying that he was happy, for the team´s victory and for them. It seemed like he was making the gesture towards him, but Harry felt that they were for her, and then he understood that Ginny was always his true best friend and also the only one he called by her name without feeling awkward.
Hermione was very happy and Ron was wide-eyed. They thought he would make a scene like always, but instead he shrugged his shoulders as if to say "if it has to be."
-Come, let's go somewhere else- the redhead said, taking him by the hand and both go where they could be alone and, if there was time, they could talk about the game.
The next day the story that Harry and Ginny had kissed at the end of the game had already spread throughout the school, especially thanks to the photos Collin Creevey took. Some girls used to whisper every time they saw them passing by together, others looked at her with envy. In fact, the Parkinson girl did not waste the opportunity to make her feel bad in front of her classmates in the Common Room.
-Corner, Zabinni then Draco and now Potter, the supposed "Chosen One". With each boyfriend you rise in position. Careful Potter, maybe she'll abandon you for the Minister of Magic, it's a bit old for her, but I guess her kind only cares about status and fame-
Far from being flinched or offended, the girl snorted -I broke up with Corner a year ago, I only had one date with Blaise, I love Draco like a brother and my thing with Harry is none of your business, nor is my social life- and then she made that malicious smile that characterized her so much and, at times, was scary -It must be very frustrating ¿Right?-
-¿What thing? ¿Having to endure how you defile our house and drag others down with their nonsense?- She said, looking askance at the blonde.
-You grew up thinking that because you were "pure blood", had an important last name or came from a wealthy family, all the boys would fight to date you. And now you discover that you are just one of many students, that the boy you like never noticed you, and let's not forget your poor performance in class lately. By the way, Professor Snape asked me to remind you to practice the shield spell before the next class. If you ask me nicely, I will gladly teach you how to do it properly, it would be a shame if the academic level of our house declines after so many centuries of gifted students - and several of his classmates were left with their eyes wide open at such a biting and accurate comment, some laughed softly. Even Blaise Zabinni, who was still angry because he felt Harry had stolen his girl from him, was trying to hold back his smile.
-You... you- he stammered, unable to respond as she wanted to.
-Enough- their friend interrupted them -They know the rules. If you are going to mourn there are many places where you can do it, but not here. Now disperse unless you want me to call our Head of House-
They each began to go in opposite directions in silence until Parkinson said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear, the word "Traitor bitch" Ginny felt that she had had enough and with her wand she summoned a box of chocolates, still closed and with the ribbon wrapped around it, and gave them to her rival -Take Parkinson, the chocolates that you gave to your "non-boyfriend. The gesture is very nice, but I understand that he likes chocolates filled with butter, without love potions-
Her rival had reddened cheeks, she wanted to insult her and deny it but she had been petrified by the shame.
-You have to be very desperate for that. Still, thank you for helping my brothers' business continue to thrive. Normally they don't accept returns but if you want I can convince them to give you a refund, I can be very "persuasive" -she said raising her wand causing sparks to fly -We don't have the fortune that most of you have, but we do have honor. And anyone in our house could have it, if you really wanted it. Let's talk frankly- she said, becoming serious -We all know that a war is coming and sooner or later we will have to choose-
-¿What do you propose? ¿That we betray our families to fight on the side of Potter, Malfoy and that ...Granger? - said one of them and changing the last word before the girl's gaze.
-No. If you really believe that "blood purity" nonsense then there is nothing more to tell us. I understand that many of you were raised with those absurd stories, but tell me ¿When did you see Hermione fail an exam or fail a spell? She always proved that she is the greatest witch of our generation despite being a muggleborn, and let's be honest, if she were in Slytherin we would already be assured of the house cup for the years she is at school. We are not asking them to fight on our side against her parents, there is a third option: -and she pointed them to the door- The world is a big place, after the Triwizard Tournament, we already learned that there are many other magical ministries and schools besides Hogwarts. Only you can decide if you want something better or repeat your parents' mistakes and follow a loser who can't accept that his muggle father abandoned him when he found out his wife was a witch-
-In fact- Harry added -I found out recently, from Professor Dumbledore, that his mother was a half-squib, who lived with her father and her brother. They were the last descendants of Salazar Slytherin, who ended up living in a decadence and misery that makes Hagrid's cabin look like a luxury hotel. She fell in love with the Muggle son of a landowning family in the town and knowing that for him and his family, she was a "lower class" peasant, she did the same thing that Parkinson tried: she gave him a love potion and kept him "happy. until she got pregnant. When the effect wore off, his father abandoned him and never cared that he had been theirs. He was a detestable muggle, but I don't know if he deserved to be killed along with his family because someone tricked and bewitched him into having a marriage and family he never asked for-
Everyone remained silent at this revelation -¡You lie! - said one of the Slytherins -You're making all that up! -refusing to accept it.
-If you don't believe me, go and ask the director. He has a pensieve full of memories with him, from the day he met him in a Muggle orphanage, to his days as a student, teaching him alongside Professor Slughorn. And if that's not enough...- and with a wave of his wand he began to write words in the air:
MEROPE GAUNT
SORVOLO GAUNT
MORPHIN GAUNT
-They are their names, the last descendants of the founder of our house, who thought that because they were pure blood and spoke Parseltongue the world should kneel and kiss their feet, like those kings who do not accept that they lost their crown a long time ago. The next time your parents get together with their beloved master, let someone mention those names to see their reaction. I'm curious to see how many of them are still alive after mentioning their little embarrassment in front of everyone. Now you know the truth, he is a half-blood orphan, just like me, but unlike him, I am not ashamed of it and I did not resent the muggle world either, despite having had a difficult childhood living among them since it seems stupid to me judge everyone by the bad actions of some- Harry concluded. Many began to murmur or withdraw. He watched Zabinni leave, angry and, at the same time, almost pained.
-I'll go talk to him, it can't be easy to accept reality- Ginny said and kissed him goodbye -Then I'll go check on Daphne-
-¿Have you spoken to him again?- He asked, surprised.
-It's been weeks since Hogsmeade- the blonde added -Everyone deserves a second chance, and you said it yourself, she didn't do it for gold or because she was really an infiltrated Death Eater, she did because they threatened to harm her sister. I also talked to her, she said she had nothing to do with Katie Bell's necklace, which means...-
-That the real guilty is still at large. Let's hope he doesn't try anything new. We will be attentive- Just at that moment Kreacher appeared to him in the Common Room and handed him an envelope that Harry was waiting for -Thank you-
-Kreacher is an elf who always does his duty to the master- and then he started muttering negative things about Sirius again.
-Enough Kreacher, Potter is your master. I know you don't like it, but you have to accept it and respect it. He does not ask you to make him happy, but try not speaking bad of your former master. He already died and he doesn't like heard about him, just as you wouldn't like if someone spoken bad thing of your mistress or Regulus. When Sirius's son is born, you know, your beloved mistress's grandson, you will be able to serve the last descendant of the old Black dynasty again- his friend told him.
-Kreacher apologizes to his master and his friend- and he disappeared from there.
-¿How do you manage to do that?-
-Talent ¿hat did they tell you?- He asked after recognizing the sender's seal.
-They want to see me. In half an hour-
-¿Will you use the Floo network or create a portkey again?-
-I prefer the first, the second is too invasive. I will do what the principal did with Professor Slughorn: give them the chance to reject me. He left quickly to the principal's office and once inside he asked him to give him permission to leave the school and go to Gringotts, through his chimney.
-¿Sure, for what reason?-
-I need to meet with the head of the goblins there. Some wars are won with the wand, others with agreements and deals.
-Certainly. Well, in such circumstances I think you can use it without a problem-
-There is only one more thing professor-
-¿Yes?-
-I'm going to need it- he told him, pointing with his index finger at Godric Griffindor's ancient sword that was resting on a shelf.
-¿What would you need it for?-
-It's part of a plan, I'm sorry I can't give you all the details yet. Ron and Draco came up with an idea that could give me an advantage against Voldemort and unfortunately I can't do it without it-
The director seemed to hesitate, and then turned to where the sorting hat was -The sword was inside you for centuries ¿What do you think?-
-Godric put the sword in me to prevent the monster from the Chamber of Secrets from harming the Muggleborns. The sword already served that purpose, and if this boy can still put it to use to stop the evil descendant of Slytherin, then I don't see the problem-
-Go ahead then- the director told him. Harry nodded and placed the sword in a wooden box and wrapped it, so as not to cut himself, and then hid it in his enchanted bag, where he kept his personal belongings.
-Wish me luck- he told him before placing himself inside the fireplace and saying the name of the place where he wanted to go, disappearing in some green flames.
-¿Who needs luck when you have talent, fame and cunning?- added the hat and the director smiled.
Ginny had left the dungeons as quickly as she could, so she could catch up with her housemate. After several turns she was able to locate him in Mrytle the Moaning's bathroom, since normally no one went there, except the ghost of the girl who had died decades ago.
-¿What are you doing here?-
-I wanted to know how you are feeling-
-¿Since when do you care about my feelings? You certainly didn't care when you let Potter kiss you in front of me and the school ¿Do you have any idea how humiliating that was? Everyone laughed at me-
-¿And who cares what others think? Listen Blaise, I'm sorry I don't feel the same as you. I've liked Harry since I first saw him on the train, not because he was famous or popular, but because of who he really was as a person- The girl sat next to him and gave him back the gold bracelet that he had given her for Christmas -It's a beautiful gift, but I can't accept it and I don't deserve it. You may not believe me, but I think you're an amazing guy and this bracelet should be on the wrist of someone who feels the same way about it as you do. A girl that look at you, like I look at Harry and he looks at me-
-¿How do you know? ¿Does he feel the same?-
-Female intuition. That's why I know what a good person you are deep down-
The boy made a sad face as he forced a smile -I'm not as good as you think. I have done bad things...-
-¿Do you mean to cast the Imperius curse on Katie Bell and give her a cursed necklace?- and he looked at her extremely surprised.
-¿How do you know?-
-You just retired to the bathroom at the same time as her. Then you surprisingly suggested going for a walk, despite the cold that day, which tells me that you had done something wrong and you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible so as not to raise suspicions...Besides, I'm a Legilimens-
-¡¿W-What...!...¿How...?- and then he smiled -¿So feminine intuition? Yes right. I don't know why I'm surprised, you are the most powerful student in our house. You have nothing to envy Granger, quite the opposite ¿And why didn't you rat me out to the headmaster or Professor Snape?-
-Because I know it wasn't really your intention. You were only reluctantly following orders, and no one was seriously injured or killed-
The boy closed his eyes and his face showed anger, sadness and other emotions -Potter was telling the truth ¿Right? Everything we were taught, what we believe, is a farce. Just the delusions of a poor devil resentful of the world- he said with a broken voice and raised the bottom of his pants to the knee, revealing the tattoo of a skull with a snake.
-No...-
-Yeah. The dark mark. Our parents carry it in their arms and the younger ones carry it on their legs, as a symbol that we must start from the bottom and add merits to ingratiate ourselves with the dark lord until he decides to move it. Pretty stupid if you think about it, and even stupider, to have let him do this to me and consider it an honor - and his eyes began to water.
-Blaise...I'm so sorry-
-Go away, Ginny, please- he told her and the girl got up and started off to see her Ravenclaw friend -Potter is very lucky to have someone like you... If he ever hurts you... - he said in a threatening tone.
-Believe me, Voldemort will be the last of his problems- she responded, running his index finger down his throat from one end to the other, and the boy laughed, even though the girl had said the name of the dark lord -I really hope you can experience it that I feel with someone else Blaise, and if she breaks your heart, I swear I will make her pay for it- she finished before leaving.
When he came out of the guest fireplace he saw a lot of goblins working non-stop, counting gold, silver, bronze coins and others placing seals on parchments and signing documents. She approached the entrance counter. -¿Can I help you, young man?- One of them told him when he saw an unescorted teenager in a school uniform.
-Good morning, I'm Harry Potter. I have a meeting with the bank director-
-Ahh yes, go ahead Mr. Potter. He is waiting for him - and they escorted him to an office where an elderly looking elf was sitting on his desk.
-Good morning Mr. Potter. I am Mr. Gold, according to your letter I understand that you wanted to make an investment with the money he recently inherited from his godfather, may he rest in peace ¿A cup of tea, coffee or maybe hot chocolate?-
-No thanks, I'll be brief. I must confess that the investment thing was an excuse to come here, nowadays the mail is not secure, I had to hide my true intentions-
-¿And what are they, if you may know?-
-Your people, in addition to managing money and guarding treasures, are good at making jewelry and manipulating magical metals ¿Right?-
-Of course, goldsmithing is a skill that our race has perfected for centuries-
-¿Any material?-
-Whoever it is- he replied proudly. Harry knew that he had to be tactful and appeal to the goblin's vanity if he wanted the plan to succeed.
-¿Including this one?-And from his bag he took out the wrapped box. And when he opened it and showed him its contents, the little man was extremely surprised.
-¡For Gringotts! ¡Is it real? -
-Of course, I understand that some elves with a trained eye can tell if it is real or if it is a fake. You can ask someone to verify it if you wishes- he replied. The goblin signaled to his assistant to bring a specialist. When the door opened, he immediately recognized the employee -Hello Griphook- Harry said to the goblin from his seat.
-¿Do you already know each other?- The boss asked surprised.
-I met him years ago, when I had come with Hagrid to withdraw money to buy materials for my first year. I don't know if you remember, but you were a great help so I could understand what coins magicians use-
-Certainly you are a difficult person to forget. I'm surprised you remember me, not many magicians do-
-I'm not like most-
-Indeed- and then she was surprised to see the relic on the table. He grabbed it by the handle and examined it carefully, surprised and excited to be in front of such a treasure - It's real, without a doubt. I have already had other objects made by the same creator of this sword and I recognize the fine work of Ragnuk I-
-¿How did such a treasure come into your hands?-
-I took it out of the Sorting hat. According to him, only a true Gryffindor could take it out-
-¿But aren't you a member of Slytherin house?- He asked when he saw his colors and the symbol on his robe.
-¿Life is full of surprises, right?-
-¿And what do you want? ¿Let's make a jewel with the material of this sword? -
-Not exactly- and he gave her a note with drawings and instructions.
-This...is unthinkable ¡Illogical! Furthermore this sword belongs to us, when Godric Griffindor died that sword should have returned to its maker Ragnus I, just as it should be according to our laws-
-I understand that if someone wants to possess it, even temporarily, they must pay a price for it. Well, rent it to me, and then follow those instructions-
-¿Why would I want to ruin such a treasure by doing something like that?
-To finish off Voldemort of course- and at the mention of that name both goblins made a gesture similar to that of wizards when they hear that word -Listen, I know that wizards and goblins have not had a good relationship, I understand that most treat them as servants or inferior beings, which I completely disagree with. In fact, my friend Hermione is trying to create a platform for House Elves to have a living wage and vacations - and both men looked at him as if he had made a bad joke - No, I'm not kidding. I believe that they and you deserve to be treated with respect and justice, something that, unfortunately, not many wizards share. If Voldemort takes power that kind of treatment will be even worse than now, you know well what Death Eaters are like. I'm not asking you to fight this war, just to do me a favor, which I plan to reward of course. I really need your help-
The goblin was unsure and turned to Griphook -You are the one who will do the job, so it's up to you-
The little man thought about it for a moment and nodded - It will take us a few days, that material is very special and has a lot of elf and human magic imbued in it. It is the type of material that if it comes into contact with some magical element or chemical substance, it absorbs its properties making it even harder. But dont worry, no metal can match our abilities-
-Good to Know. Thank you, really- he said, offering him his hand and upon seeing his reaction, he realized -I'm sorry, I forgot that you are not used to physical contact-
-However, I do remember that years ago he offered me your hand with the same kindness as now- he responded, smiling, raising his arm and they both shook hands. -And I still think the same thing: you are very peculiar, Mr. Potter-
-Yes, they have told me. Thanks again Griphook and you Mr. Gold-
-A pleasure ¿Are you aware that what you are asking for will not be cheap?-
-It will be an investment ¿Isn't that the reason I came here?- He joked and the little man smiled.
-We'll be in touch as soon as he's ready- he told him and when Harry left, the boss spoke to Griphook -¿Why did you accept? It would be a crime to destroy such fine work, plus you know we don't get involved in wizarding conflicts ¿And why would we? They are all the same, they use us and then throw us away, like a chocolate frog wrapper-
-He's not like most. His intentions are noble and well-intentioned. He came here begging for help, he did not do it by demanding or trying to buy us with gold, as the rest of the magicians would do ¿Do you think that if the Nameless One or any of his vassals had appeared here they would have treated us with the same courtesy?
-Probably not. Even so, I still think that humans can't be trusted-
-Perhaps, but you have heard the rumors, not only about his exploits, but also about the behavior of him and those with whom he associates. In some way, the boy is like this sword: unique in his kind-
-Explain yourself-
-Jewels, diamonds and gold are valuable because they are scarce, if everyone had access to them, then they would be worthless. The same goes for people ¿A brave and noble Gryffindor who fights against dark forces? There are plenty of those. But ¿A Slytherin, a Parseltongue speaker, who forges friendships with Muggle-borns, and who treats other magical creatures with kindness and respect? That's not something you see every day...or in every century-
Harry was on his way to the forbidden forest, he had already stopped by to visit Hagrid and now he wanted to talk to his old friend, the enormous Basilisk that once lived in the school for centuries, without anyone knowing of its presence, except Slytherin and his heir -Lumos Máxima!- he said with his wand and almost everything around him was illuminated by a strong light. Helping him to see the reptile's cave better.
-Hello my little friend ¿Have you come for a walk before it gets dark?-
-¿How do you know it's not dark yet? I thought... - he asked her in Parseltongue.
-I still don't have eyes, but there are different ways to see. I know that students are prohibited from going out at night. There was the possibility that you had escaped, like a good Slytherin who breaks the rules, but I have learned to distinguish the scent of the creatures that go out into the woods during the day and those that do not. My prey have not yet left their nests- he responded, referring to the nest of Araog, the enormous spider that belonged to Hagrid.
-Good instincts. Listen, I need your help with something- and after a quick explanation, the creature nodded and let him extract poison from his fangs and place it in a couple of jars -Thank you very much-
-My pleasure ¿Anything else you need?-
-I don't know if you know, but a war is about to happen-
-Even those of us who live here are aware of human problems-
-It is likely that the battlefield will be the school. Very near here-
-¿Do you want me to join the fight?-
Harry was silent for a second -No...I want you to stay here, safe. You would be a great ally without a doubt, but this is not your fight. I already lost a cold-blooded friend the day we met, I don't want to have to bury another one. Especially one with such big bones- he joked -I'm not your master and I never wanted to be, I just wanted you to be free- and he rested her forehead against his in a form of affection and respect -Take care of yourself-
And when his smell and hearing told him that the young wizard was already walking away -Harry...- and the boy turned around -It will be an honor to fight at your side. Not because I have to, but because I want to- At that moment the sound of singing began to be heard. He looked up and recognized the Phoenix, Fawkes, who descended from the sky and landed on his shoulder.
-¿What is he doing here?! -He asked in an aggressive tone, remembering the last time they had faced each other, in addition to the fact that his instincts warned him that his natural enemy was close to him.
-Take it easy. I think...I think he wants to make peace-
-¿What?-
-What you did, by helping me and going against your nature and your previous master, showed great loyalty to me and also to Dumbledore. I think he wants to make amends-
-¿How?- He asked and Harry extended his arm so that the bird was above the eye he had torn out in their fight. He shed some tears on the skin and, little by little, the hole that was there closed until it regenerated completely. Then the bird took flight and left, making a beautiful sound.
-¿How do you feel?-
-I'm starting to perceive something, I can... I can see!- He hissed in disbelief.
-That means that part of your magic too, now you can paralyze someone again just by seeing them, right?-
-That's right...Although I could have cured the other eye since it was here-
-Well, to be honest, he only hurt you that one. The other one was Riddle's fault-
-Another reason to help you-
-Thanks again-
-No Harry, thanks to you. The last few centuries I only existed to serve my previous master, but since I have lived in this forest, that is when I have truly been able to live. If you'll excuse me, I'll go enjoy the sense of sight again, along with the sense of taste-
-See you soon. I'm sure we will have an important role for you, worthy of the king of snakes-
-I do not see the hour-
Ginny had left Transfiguration classes and was heading with Hermione to Professor Snape's office. Just at that moment they crossed paths with former professor Remus Lupine, who had gone to pick up his dose of wolf-killing potion. "How are you girls?"
-Well, I'll give my homework to Professor Slughorn and Ginny came to deliver hers to Professor Snape-
-I'm glad to hear it, it seems that Hermione is no longer the only one putting effort into her studies- he told them as she knocked on the door. Once inside they saw both teachers working together in front of several cauldrons -Good afternoon-they said to both.
-Hello Lupin. Good afternoon ladies. Continue Severus, I'll take a break. I'm glad to see you, by the way, Miss Weasley, thank you for the gift ¿How did you know it was my favorite treat? -He asked her, taking a sweet from her pocket and placing it in her mouth.
-I guessed- she replied, smiling. Hermione scolded her with a look, knowing that she had used a ruse to gain the favoritism of her potions professor.
-You are an extremely particular young lady. You remind me a lot of someone, just as talented and kind-
-Your dose is on the table, Lupin- Snape told him, trying to change the subject.
-A question, professor ¿Should this potion be drunk or can it also be inhaled in vapor form? -
-Well, in theory, I think it's the same. "But it's faster to drink everything in one gulp and avoid the bad taste and smell- said the werewolf.
-I heard my dad say that the werewolf known as Fenrir Greyback will also be there with his "pack." We could make them breathe that and we can even mix it with silver nitrate. It won't kill them but it would surely cause them a lot of pain when breathing those fumes-
-Certainly, the problem is ¿How to do it?-
-I think I know how- Hermione answered. The girl took out some plans from her backpack -I've been thinking about the problem of fighting the non-human army. Against Dementors the only option is the Patronus Charm, but as for the case of Lycanthropes... - and she unrolled the paper in the air with her wand, making it levitate for everyone to see.
-¡Merlín! ¡Amazing! - exclaimed the current Potions professor.
-My dad likes Muggle gadgets. Fred and George could modify it to improve the effectiveness of it-
-Young ladies, you both have incredible minds. Ten points for both houses! I'll start brewing more wolfsbane potions. These cauldrons are almost ready, Severus- the older man told his colleague before leaving to look for more ingredients.
-You should rest professor-
-I am an old man, I must stay active. I'll have plenty of time to sleep when my days are over - and before leaving he approached Ginny - What you, Potter and Malfoy do, making a small but important difference... is what I've been waiting to see for years ...you are what every Slytherin should aspire to be. Not only cunning and talent, but also heart-
-That's how it will be, teacher. I promise you-
The man smiled -Miss Granger ¿Would he be so kind as to accompany me? I'm afraid I can't do everything alone.
-With pleasure, professor- and he cast a quasi-competitive look at her friend, as if satisfied that he had chosen her to be her assistant.
-"Spoiled"-he told her mentally, while he smiled watching her come out of her.
-By the way, Mr. Lupin, I just ran into Tonks a while ago, he asked me to tell you that he is waiting for you in the director's office-
-Ah..yes... Thank you- he said in a strange tone when he heard the girl's name -If you see her, tell her that I've already left, I have a lot of Order things to do-
The girl sighed -Sir, why is he avoiding her? Is it so difficult for you to admit what you feel for her? - and both adults looked at her surprised.
-You shouldn't meddle in other people's business, Miss Weasley, and I didn't teach you Legilimency so that you can ingratiate yourself with the teachers or violate the mental privacy of others- the Head of House told her seriously.
-¡¿What? ¿You...?- Lupin asked surprised.
-I don't need that ability to see what's between them, professor. I have eyes ¿You know? I have noticed the glances they give each other during Order meetings, and other subtle gestures. Although I admit that from here I can see how much he thinks about her...and vice versa. With all due respect, it seems pretty silly to me that someone who has bravely fought against Death Eaters and other dark creatures would be afraid to acknowledge her feelings for another person. Furthermore ¿How many men do not dare to take the step because they are not sure if the other person feels the same and are afraid of rejection? Well, now you know ¿What are you waiting for?
-¡Weasley!- Snape warned her, making her understand that she was crossing personal boundaries, but the other man simply stopped him with his hand, maintaining his calm and gentleness.
-It's okay Severus. Look Ginny, Tonks is an exceptional girl, but she is a child compared to me-
-They are not that many years old and it would not be the first time that someone falls in love with another younger person-
-It's not just because of age Ginny, there are other things that...-
-What, because ¿You are a werewolf? Those are nonsense and excuses. She doesn't care and neither should you. It's not what Sirius and Harry's parents would have wanted for you and neither would Harry. They would have liked him to live his life with some happiness beyond the simple existence of fighting and struggling with his condition. Everyone deserves to experience that, I know it, they knew it, and I think it's time for you to know it too. Thanks for the notes Professor Snape. Good morning- she told them while he put some papers with notes that her head of house had left on the table in her backpack and left.
Both adults remained silent for a while -¿Aren't you going to say anything Severus? ¿Any sharp comments?
-Your love life is not my business and it is not something that attracts my interest Lupine. And unlike some people, I do act according to my age, I'm not an immature child- he responded while making several spoons stir the contents of the cauldrons, with his wand.
-Teenagers...they can be a pain in the ass- he told her as he left.
-Especially when they are right-
-¿Are you saying that because of Ginny or because of your experience with Harry?-
-Both. You can go Lupin- ending the conversation.
The old director was in his office, he had obtained information about the movements of his enemy, apparently his forces were beginning to mobilize, giants, dementors, werewolves, and even a small group of beasts. Everyone heading towards a meeting point. He knew that the place of battle would be there, Hogwarts was, in principle, the safest place in the world and if he managed to bring down that defense then there would be no hope for the rest. At that moment an owl came to his window and left him an envelope. When he opened it he saw that it said the following:
Soon my army will wipe out everyone there. We will finish off the mudbloods, traitors and anyone else who stands in our way. It would be better if you surrender now, this way you will avoid unnecessary deaths. Tell Potter that I look forward to our meeting
Lord Voldemort
The man simply threw the letter into the fireplace, which was quickly consumed by the flames. He gave a long sigh and spoke to himself -Let's pray that Harry is ready-
While Harry and Ginny were glued to each other enjoying the sunset near the lake, Hermione was reading a book of advanced charms, leaning against a tree, while Ron and Draco finished their game of chess and drank butterbeer.
-Nice day, it's a shame that it will be the last one we enjoy, the exams are coming and Ginny will have the ones we had last year-
-Exams ¿Seriously, Hermione?Relax a little- the redhead told him.
-I...- and after thinking about it carefully she closed her book and walked closer to where they were. At that moment other people approached them.
-Hello- said Luna who was accompanied by Neville and Daphne who looked more nervous. He looked like the Neville of the early years, who felt intimidated by those around him.
-¿How are you Daphne? I heard that your sister got better. I'm very happy- Hermione told him, trying to break the tension.
-Thank you Hermione. Guys... I'm really sorry about what happened. I know I was terribly wrong, it was hugely stupid on my part and...-
-Shut up and have a butterbeer with the girls. You're distracting us- the blonde interrupted, pointing with his thumb towards where the rest were sitting.
-I agree- Ron added, smiling as he ordered his bishop to move.
-What the savages with Troll manners want to say is that we miss you too. Come and sit down- his girlfriend told him. With a wave of her wand, Harry levitated one of her bottles to where the Ravenclaw was, who was still standing surprised that they had forgiven her, he thought they would still be disappointed and angry with her.
-Thank you. For everything and again, sorry-
-It's okay, that's in the past- Ginny told her. And they all made a group toast.
-I received a letter from my grandmother. I told her that we have been preparing for whatever she is coming. She told me that she was very proud of me and she sent me this - and he showed them a wand holster and a vest with the initials "F.L." -They were my father's-
-I'm sorry for what my uncle and my family did to your parents Neville. They were good people and they didn't deserve it and neither do you- Daphne told her, grabbing her hand.
-Alright. I admit that at first I was angry and sad but I understand that not everyone is like their parents- she said, gesturing towards Malfoy. "I'm glad you're free of them and that your sister is fine."
-Neville ¿Can I talk to you for a second?- Harry said. The rest were surprised, but they had already learned to respect the secrets of others, the rule was that everyone had the right to have privacy as long as it did not affect or endanger others.
-¿What's wrong Harry? -Asked his partner. Harry thought being direct would be easier so he told her about the prophecy and that he was the other possibility next to him. That whoever could have been the "Boy-Who-Lived" was Neville Longbottom.
-That...is strange...So your parents could still be alive and mine dead, along with my grandmother too maybe-
-Yes, although I don't know if my parents wouldn't have the same fate. Both families always made things difficult for Voldemort, ruining his plans. So I couldn't tell you-
-In that case I think it was the best. I'm not saying this for our parents, of course, but for me. The truth is that being you is a lot of work Harry. You live fighting monsters and facing constant dangers and threats, and you carry a weight that I doubt I can handle. I'm happy being just Neville-
-You are much more than that and you should already know it. You've already proven yourself, more than once - and they rejoined the others. Then he handed him one of the sandwiches they had brought for a snack. The elves had prepared a lot of food for them. "You can fight as bravely as a lion, although if you fought cunningly like a Slytherin too, it would be better," he joked.
-I don't know if I could do that, I don't know much about fighting with tricks... Well, maybe... maybe in Professor Sprout's greenhouse...- he said muttering, trying to think with difficulty.
-¿Are you about to have a 'Hermione' moment?- Ginny asked.
-¿A What?- Harry and his friend asked.
-When someone is about to think of something very clever- Malfoy responded without taking his eyes off the board.
-Oh...- she said, blushing because she considered her the standard of intelligence of the group.
The boy bolted out of there running to look for the head of Hufflepuff -¡Look where you're going Longbottom!- said a female voice and when they looked up they saw Pansy Parkinson.
-¿Can we help you with something?-
-Save the false cordiality, Weasley, I want to talk to Draco, alon-" and the boy interrupted the chess game and went to a more secluded place to talk to the girl least liked by Hermione and Ginny, although in reality they didn't get along very well. with many people.
-¿What do you think he wants to talk to him about?- Hermione asked, trying to follow them with her eyes, although they had already moved away.
-2 Galleons will lead him into a trap- Ron suggested.
-Four, she's going to kiss him and try to convince him to change sides- Ginny bet.
-¡It is not a joke! ¿Couldn't you have used your ability on her instead of Professor Slughorn to find out that pineapple is her favorite flavor? "I guessed it, professor" she said sarcastically.
-I could try now but I would need more contact and the truth is that I have no desire to enter his dirty mind. Don't worry, Draco knows how to take care of her and she already returned the chocolates filled with love potion to my brothers' store, so she's not going to poison him. And, furthermore, I don't know what you're complaining about if, despite everything, the professor asked you to accompany him to buy more ingredients. "With pleasure, professor" she responded, imitating her.
Harry couldn't help but laugh, he hadn't felt like this in a while. He wanted to treasure that moment, and he wished he could have many more, but every so often fate got between him and happiness. But he was not intimidated, the important thing is now. There was no time for grudges and old arguments. Just time for friends and the people you love.
Draco Malfoy had followed his partner far enough away that the others couldn't hear them -Well ¿What did you want to talk about, Pansy?-
-"Pansy"... You haven't called me that in a long time. Now I'm "Parkinson" ¿Do you remember that? ¿Or have you already forgotten that you'd rather spend time with Potter, the Weasleys, and seemingly every other student except who you really should? I bet they thought it was really funny when they told the rest of them what happened the other time in our Common Room. Weasley and Granger must have laughed so hard at me-
-Neither she nor I laughed at you at that moment and we weren't gossiping about it either. What happens in our Common Room stays there, as always. Ginny could have told the whole school to embarrass you, or even curse you, and frankly, I don't blame her after what you told her. But instead, she offered you a refund and even help to improve in classes, plus she tried to teach you and the rest, a better path than the one our parents try to force us to follow-
-But...-
-I haven't finished talking- he stopped her while remained serious -¿How could you try to give me a love potion?¿Really? During the Triwizard tournament, you and the rest of the girls accused Her... Granger of using that trick, because otherwise Potter and Viktor Krum would never have liked her ¡And then you do exactly that! -
-I just wanted to...- she said with her cheeks flushed and embarrassed -¡I like you Draco! It's always been like this, ever since we met on the train for the first time. And when my mother told me that one day we were going to end up together, that our parents had already agreed on it, that we just had to wait...But every year you got further and further away!-
-That doesn't give you the right to cast a spell on me. Besides, those arrangements were her plans, not mine ¿Do you ever think on your own or do you just do what your parents think you should do? Listen to someone who knows, living to try to please them is a path that I do not recommend, you end up being someone you never wanted to be, nor should you-
The girl clenched her fists tightly and her face showed a lot of sadness and anger -¿It's Granger, isn't it? It was never about the Weasley girl. You wanted to say her name but you held back. It's been two years since that silly joke but you still remember it ¿Were you already jealous of Krum and Potter back then? -She told him in an accusatory tone, but he didn't respond at all -¡Merlin Draco! Weasley may be a poor traitor, but at least she's a pureblood from Slytherin ¿How can you even notice that imp...-
-¡Don't say that word! -He warned her, pointing his finger at her and leaving her surprised, since he rarely got excited like that -¡I'm sick of her! I have listened to her all my life and the worst thing is that I said it out loud arrogantly, like a parakeet that repeats phrases without thinking. We've swallowed that "purity of blood" story and the rest of that nonsense for too long. My Aunt Andromeda married a Muggle-born and they had a daughter who, in addition to being a great Auror, was born with the incredible gift of metamorphomagic. More than once, Granger has proven how talented she is at magic, but they still see her as someone unworthy of learning it ¿Are they so envious of her? And believe it or not, I'm not doing this for a girl. I do it because I know it's the right thing to do, I've been on Potter and Ginny's side since long before she made me aware of my feelings-
-¿So is it like that? ¿Are you going to turn your back on your class?
-¿My class? ¿Who is it? The hooded ones, who are branded like cattle and follow orders without thinking? ¿Or do you mean my mother's "friends" who immediately turned their backs on her when she rebelled against my father for protecting me? Potter and the others welcomed us into their homes with open doors and without asking for anything in return. The Weasleys' mother has given me much more affection in the last two years than my father has given me since I can remember ¿Do you know what it's like to have your own father look at you with contempt and shame? -He said without being able to contain himself, as if he had been keeping it to himself for a long time.
-Maybe if you came back...-
-I won't do it, it hurts me that the man who fathered me, sees me like this. But it would hurt me more to not be loyal to my friends and myself. If you want to follow your parents blindly then do it. And even if you don't believe it, it would hurt me to see you there. I'd rather you hide in the school or go away before I have to use my wand against yours.
The girl was silent for a while -Potter made you one of his ¿Didn't he? Almost a brotherhood-
-No, Potter gave me a great friendship which I appreciate very much. It was Ginny who made me feel the affection of a sister for the first time. You could learn a lot from her if you stopped treating her the way you do. Have you ever tried to be nice to her...or anyone? And look who's telling you- he replied, making a face -Take care, Pansy. I hope the next time we meet it will be under better circumstances-
Professor Snape was finishing filling the contents of several cauldrons into different containers and into what appeared to be a large canteen with hoses connected to an engine. He thought they were oversized and undecorated contraptions, but he had to admit that they were very useful, he thought about how much the Muggles had adapted science and their electronic devices to be able to replace magic. Of course they were still ahead of them, but he wondered how far they could go in twenty or thirty years. Although he doubted he would be there to see it, the decision he made to help Potter was an act of betrayal towards the dark lord and he knew he would pay for it, but he didn't care. At that moment the slam of the door brought him back to reality.
-Come in-
-Good afternoon professor-
-¿What's happening Zabinni?-
-I need to use the director's Floo Network-
-You should already know that only the director or someone authorized by him can use that fireplace-
-I need to go home and talk to my father ¿Can you help me?-
-¿And why would I do such a thing?- and the boy showed him the tattoo on his leg -Very nice ¿Am I supposed to be impressed? I also have one and it is of a higher rank than yours. That mark does not give you special privileges at school ¿Do you also want an "Extraordinary" without having to hand in homework or take exams?
-Please teacher. He knows very well that we have little time, I have to...- but he remained silent.
-¿Why did you stop? ¿What is you afraid of? If you can't be honest with your teacher and Head of House, then I doubt he can with your own father-
The boy hesitated but took a breath and spoke again -I don't want to be part of that-
-Be more specific-
-I'm not going to fight for the dark lord. And he may not be the only one who has considered it-
-¿And if you have considered the consequences? ¿Didn't you think that, perhaps, by telling me that you have already sealed his fate? -He told him, pointing her wand at him.
-You wouldn't be so foolish as to kill myself here with Dumbledore so close. Besides, I'm not the only one whose loyalty is questionable - and he turned his gaze towards the small cauldrons and devices - ¿Do you think I don't know what's there? Out of curiosity ¿Was it Granger's or Weasley's idea?
The man only limited himself to answering -Both-
Zabinni smiled -They are both the smartest in their houses, although of course Ginny is the most talented. I know that it was you who gave her private lessons to develop her potential-
The man tried not to flinch -Any student who wants to learn more about potions is accepted in my office-
-Sure, potions- he replied sarcastically -Please, professor. I can't do it by mail, it's not safe and at least I owe him the respect of looking him in the eyes and telling him face to face what I think-
-A noble and mature attitude. Pretty stupid too ¿Have you thought that maybe you won't go back to school?
-I know-
The greasy-haired man sighed -The director must meet with the Minister tomorrow, I will try to get him the time I can-
-Thank Sir-
It was Thursday afternoon and Harry was leaving the Room of Requirement after finishing his Transfiguration and Charms homework. He had discovered that he felt more comfortable there than in the library. Despite the upcoming war, the teachers continued to insist a lot on them, perhaps to keep them focused on their studies and not have to worry about the situation in the outside world. When he left there he was expecting to meet his friends and a black owl appeared to him and left him a letter. He broke the seal and opened it, the contents read as follows:
Enjoy this weekend. On Sunday night my army will sweep away everything and by Monday a new world will be born, one free of impure, half-bloods and other inferior races. You will not be able to hide under the skirts of Dumbledore and his pathetic Order this time. The old man will fall and Hogwarts will be what it should always be: a place where only the worthy can access the knowledge of wizards. You could have been part of something great at my side but you preferred to fight alongside mudbloods and traitors. Soon everyone will see that "The Boy-Who-Lived" is nothing more than an arrogant brat with no talent and who has only survived by pure luck and the help of others.
Lord Voldemort
After reading the letter and assimilating its contents he began to think about everything he should do and also alert Dumbledore and the Minister. He didn't like the guy, but he preferred to have him on his side rather than against him. At that moment Ginny took him out of his thoughts -I was looking for you. Busy again with your "Chosen One" duties or were you signing autographs for the girls? - She joked and seeing the look on his face, the girl got worried -¿What's going on? Harry? - and showed him the letter he had received.
Any other person would have collapsed knowing that in a few days they would have to fight in a war, that perhaps they could die or, worse, see how their loved ones were injured, but far from that the girl burned the letter with her wand -What an idiot ...by announcing it he already lost the element of surprise-
-I think his intention is for us to spend the next few days scared and suffering before his imminent arrival-
-Then let's replace those thoughts with happier ones- and she kissed him hard. And at that moment the wall that led to the entrance to the room of Requirement made a door appear, decorated with flowers and hearts in its relief -Ginny...we should go to...-
-We will have time to warn everyone and put together battle plans. What we won't have is time alone for ourselves. Shut up and come in already- she told him, pushing him in and making the door close behind them and then disappear.
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