Before Sera and Linfred got married:
The two were just lounging at Linfred's home. Basking in each other's presence as they indulge in the
autumn breeze. They weren't doing anything special, well to others' eyes, it might not, but to them-
autumn season and lazing around your sofa with your partner leaning against you while you each other
read a book? Yeah, it was special to them.
Even so, Sera's mind raced as she thought of her little predicament. It shouldn't be too hard. She has
already told Linfred that she is still hiding something about herself but promised to say it to him once she
is ready. And she was now! But it doesn't lessen her nerves about what the outcome might be.
"Is there something on your mind?" Linfred asked, the arm resting on top of the sofa bending to play with
her hair.
"No." She lied.
Linfred hums, unconvinced. "You've been reading the same page for the past 10 minutes, Sera."
"Oh…" She lowers the book, tilting her head back to look at Linfred. "Well, maybe there is."
"You wanna talk about it?" Linfred puts his book down and puts his focus on Sera.
Sera breathes heavily, "Remember when I said I'm still not telling you about me?"
Now that really caught his attention. "Yes? Is it about that?"
Sera nods, "I think…I'm ready now." She sits up and faces Linfred.
Linfred straightens up and holds both her hands. "Okay. I'm listening."
Sera closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and took deep breaths as she thought over her words.
"Alright…This might be bizarre and if not for the fact you're the wizard between the two of us, I would
be burned at the stake." She jokes before her face falters back to serious. "You said that you saw my hand
glow as I held that sick child once. Well, " She looks at her hands still being held by Linfred, and lets it
glow.
Linfred gave a small gasp as he felt a sudden sense of relief wash over him. "Unlike you and the potions
you make, I can cure and heal someone with my magic. 'Angelic Magic', to be precise."
"Angelic? So you're saying…?" Linfred's words falter. Sera nods.
Then a glowing light engulfs Sera, and suddenly she looks different. Well, she still looked like herself
except for the angelic glow emitting from her, the eyes in her hair,
"Oh." Linfred gawks at seeing what floats around Sera's head.
-The halo that floats on her head that resembles a crown. "I will be honest- I expected a lot of things. I
was not prepared for this," Linfred said rather jokingly.
"I- yes, I supposed this is hard to digest." Sera returns to her human disguise. "I hope this does not deter
you from being with me. But I can understand if it does." She solemnly looks away.
She only lifted her hand when she felt Linfred's thumb rub on top of hers. She had completely forgotten it
was still being held. "None of that. I'm a wizard, for goodness sake. You, being an angel, is not going to
deter me from wanting to be with you."
Sera smiled lovingly. Truly, Linfred is truly special. She couldn't stop the pitter-patter of her heart. The
warmth in her stomach. Sera knows how lucky she is to be in love and be with Linfred.
It's not as if angels have a bad reputation in their village. Far from it. But she also doesn't like people
coming to her with that in mind that an angel lives among them and, heaven forbid, they suddenly start
worshipping her. So for Linfred to take this rather calmly, is a breath of fresh air Sera didn't know she
needed. Even if what she feared never happened to her. It was still a fortunate ending to her dilemma.
"Anything else I need to know?" Linfred asked.
Sera shakes her head, "No."
And with that, they return with their day. Sera is feeling lighter now that, that little secret is out.
_Years Later (7 Months into Sera's pregnancy)_
Mood swings are absolutely a vile side effect of pregnancy. Sera could never imagine a female mortal
having to go through this for 9 months into their pregnancy.
Sera tries her best not have to trouble Linfred with these minor problems but, because of her pregnancy, it
would easily slip from her usual kept-together demeanor. And this is one of those days.
Linfred found his wife sitting outside in their garden. Her eyes closed as she let the gentle wind blow
through her hair. But upon coming outside, he noticed her furrowed brows and tensed shoulders. He pats
her shoulder to not shock her and asks, "Is there something on your mind?"
Sera hums, keeping her eyes closed. "You always seemed to know when I'm having trouble, dear."
Linfred shrugs and jokes, "I tried."
This earned him a chuckle as Sera finally opened her eyes. "I'm just thinking about our child." She places
a hand on her bump. Hearing this, a small spark of panic surges through Linfred and he quickly kneels,
placing a hand on top of hers. "Why is there something wrong with the baby?"
Sera used her other hand to pat him on the head to calm him down. "There's nothing wrong. I was talking
about what our child will become."
"Isn't that a bit too early? Our child hasn't been born yet," Linfred chuckles. His shoulders relaxed.
"I mean," Linfred looks up at his wife, "if they'll be a wizard or an angel."
Linfred finally understands. "Ah. I see. Well, normally, when a muggle and a wizard have a child. They
will be referred to as a "mud blood". But that is a derogatory word for a 'half-wizard.' But…Our child
will be half-wizard and half-angel."
"Won't this pose a problem to the Wizarding World?" sera asked.
Linfred shakes his head. "No, I doubt it. But even if it did. I wouldn't care either way. I will protect you
and our child with my life." He kisses her hand. "I promise that."
Sera smiles, "And I to you."
_5 Years Later_
Harry is a curious little gal. Though she is a sweet little peach, by age 5, her magical powers on both sides
of her family start showing, and because of her unique nature and how young she is, she couldn't control
her powers.
Then suddenly, Linfred and Sera received a letter from Sera's family. Linfred was rather shocked hearing
this.
"You're family? You mean, like, Stolas?" Linfred asked.
Sera shakes her head, "No, no. The other side of the family. I supposed you could say 'my mother's' side
of the family."
"Where are they from?" He asked.
"From all over. Venti is from Germany. Zhongli is from China. Ei is from Japan. And Furina is from
France. Not far from here," Sera said.
"And we could take the transportation in the Wizarding World to get there faster," Linfred added.
Sera's eyebrows furrow, "Will it be alright for Harry and I to go there?" She asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, they will," Linfred reassured her and that was enough for Sera.
So they packed their trip and they packed a lot since they'll be traveling all over. The first they visited was
France, Paris.
"Mama, where are we?" Harry asked, holding her mother's hand.
"We're in Paris, Sweety," Sera answered.
"Oh. Why?" Harry asked again.
"We're visiting someone extraordinary." At those words, the family could see the sweet shop in the
distance.
With the jingle of a bell announcing their arrival, the sweet waft assaulted the family. Harry's eyes gleam
in excitement as she bounces on her spot to see the colorful and packed room of sweets.
The shop was a two-floor room and in the middle was a balcony.
"Bonjour, cher client !" A woman with white hair wearing a blue Coronated Prima Donna holding a cane,
stands on the balcony's railing. But upon seeing who the customers were, the woman's eyes widened and
her smile widened. "Oh! Sera! You're here!" She said with a heavy French accent. She climbs down and
meets the family.
"Hello, Farina. It's good to see you again." Sera hugged the woman who happily returned it.
"It's been so long! Come in, come in! Introduce me to your family!" Furina happily led her inside, but not
before turning the Open sign to Closed.
"So, why the sudden surprise?" Furina asked.
She brought the family to her living room. Sera and Linfred share the couch while Harry and Furina share
a seat of their own across from each other. On the coffee table are an abundance of all kinds of sweets and
tea.
"Well, I would like to introduce you first to my family." Sera smiled then gestured to Linfred, "This is
Linfred; my husband. And over there is Harry; my daughter
Linfred gives a polite smile and nods while Harry happily exclaims. "Hello!"
"Wow! I didn't expect you to settle down. You never seemed interested before. Why the sudden change?"
Furina asked with a Cheshire smile.
Sera smiled lovingly at Linfred, holding his hand. "Well, I met this man."
"You're really pretty!" Harry compliments Furina.
Furina basked in the child's compliment, "Why, thank you, sweet child!" The couple shared a small
laugh.
"Bye! Have a safe trip! Say hello to Venti for me! And tell him to cut the drinking!" Furina exclaimed.
Sera and Linfred laughed, waving goodbye.
"Bye, Miss Furina!" Harry exclaimed, waving both arms as they got farther away from the shop.
And off they were. This time, to Germany to visit a well-known 'Bard'.
Sera and Linfred walked through the bustling streets of Germany together, holding hands and
chatting as they looked around. Harry walked between them, clinging to her mother's leg and
looking wide-eyed at the new surroundings.
Suddenly, a young man approached them from the side, the clinking of bottles giving him away.
He called out and grinned, "Oi, long time no see!" with a strong German accent.
"Venti!" Sera cheered and hugged the small man.
As they pull back, Venti notices her extra company and quickly greets them with his usual cheery
attitude.
"Hello, dear friends, from afar! You must be Sera's family!" Venti said.
"Yes. I'm Linfred; Sera's husband. And this is our daughter; Harry." He looks down and gives
Harry a slight push.
"Hello!" Harry greets.
"Hello, little one! Welcome, welcome!" Venti greets. Harry laughs into her hands.
"He's silly!" She said.
Sera chuckles, "He's your uncle, Harry. Like Auntie Furina."
"Well, let's not get to know each other here! Come inside." Venti leads them to his home.
A small house on a German street was bursting with noise. Inside, Sera and Linfred stood and
conversed with Venti. As they talk, Harry, who is only a few years old, wobbles around the room,
bumping into various pieces of furniture.
Venti leaned back in his chair, "Harry seems to be quite mischievous, like her father. Linfred lets
out a soft chuckle and places a hand on his daughter's head, ruffling her hair. "She certainly is,
but I fear she's going to be a bit of a handful like her mother as well."
He glances over at Sera, a playful smile on his face. Sera rolls her eyes in response and lightly
jabs him with her elbow. "Watch it, love."
Venti laughs and leans back in his chair. "Ah, a mixture of the two of you?"
Linfred nods and grins, "That's what we're expecting."
Sera sighs and adds, "More like dreading."
"Honey, nothing bad will happen." Linfred reassures her and she exhales deeply.
"Ah, is this because of her unique nature?" Venti guesses and Sera nods. "Well, I don't see the
need to panic! Harry's rather special. Extraordinary! That is something to celebrate." Venti raises
his mug of beer and downs it.
"I know. And I don't oppose it. I'm just fearing of what the other councils on both our worlds
will think." Sera sighs.
"Well, it's already been 5 years and we haven't heard a thing. I don't think they care." Linfred
said and Sera smiled.
"Hmm? Uncle Venti, can I drink that?" Harry curiously looks at the mug he is holding. With how
much Venti is drinking, it must be good. So, ever the curious, Harry wants some.
This causes Venti to laugh nervously and raise his mug out of reach, "Maybe when you're older."
They got some good night's rest and a few days of relaxation before they went on their next trip.
This time to China, where Zhongli
A small house in the bustling streets of China is filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter.
Inside, Sera, Linfred, and Harry are visiting Zhongli. The room is warm and cozy, the scent of
tea floating through the air. Zhongli sits in a chair and sips on some tea as he speaks, "It's been
too long since you've visited, Sera."
Sera smiles and nods, "I know, I know. Things have been quite busy, but we couldn't miss the
opportunity to see you."
Linfred adds, "Especially with little Harry here." He places a hand on his daughter's head who is
sitting in his lap.
"The streets are full of pretty kites!" Harry said.
Zhongli chuckles, "That they do." He drinks his tea.
Zhongli looks at Harry with a soft gaze, "So this is the young one, hmm? She looks quite lively.
Harry squirms a bit in Linfred's lap, her eyes wide as she looks around the room, taking in the
sights and sounds of her surroundings.
Linfred chuckles, "She's quite the little adventurer. Always curious and eager to discover new
things."Sera adds, "And full of energy. It's a handful trying to keep up with her sometimes."
Zhongli lets out a low chuckle, his voice smooth and deep. "Ah yes, the never-ending curiosity
of youth. She'll keep you both on your toes, that's for sure."
He takes a small sip of his tea. He looks up with a sorrowful, melancholy look. "I heard you will
be visiting Ei. Tell her my condolences."
Sera shares the look and nods, "We will." She had the news when she met up with Zhongli.
Their final trip- Japan. Ei greeted them in front and upon seeing her, Sera ran up and hugged her.
"I'm sorry. I heard about what happened."
Ei returns the hug.
A small house in a Japanese town is filled with the smell of fresh tea. Inside, Sera, Linfred, and
Harry are visiting Ei. The room is cozy and warmly lit, the scent of Japanese tea, and a single
bonsai tree on a side table contribute to the tranquil atmosphere.
Ei sits across from them, her demeanor calm and composed. "I'm surprised it took you this long
to visit. It has been quite a while."
Sera barely stopped herself from flinching. "I-I know. I'm sorry I would have visited but
something had come up and I couldn't come to Makoto's funeral."
Ei looks at Sera's family and gives an understanding look. "It is okay. I understand."
Harry, being the curious child she is, gazes up at the bonsai tree with wide eyes, pointing at it and
making a soft cooing noise like she wants to inspect it.
Ei looks at Harry, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It seems Harry has already
found something interesting."
Sera chuckles and shakes her head, "She's always searching for new things to explore. You
wouldn't believe some of the places I've found her in."
Ei chuckles, "Is it because of her magic or just childish antics?"
"Hopefully nothing involving magic, yet." Linfred chuckles.
Linfred grins and nods in agreement, "She's quite the handful, but we wouldn't have it any other
way."
Ei pours some steaming tea into small cups, the hot liquid filling the air with a pleasant aroma.
"Tea?"
Sera nods. "Yes, thank you."
Harry, now distracted by the tea, tries to grab the cup, which causes Linfred to chuckle. "Ah, ah,
no no, Harry. That's too hot for you."
Ei lets out a small, rare chuckle and shakes her head. "It seems she has quite a lot of spirit."
"We wouldn't want any other way."
_6 Years Later_
6 years have gone by in a flash. 11-year-old Harry Potter sits on the couch and reads a book.
Throughout the years, she has been taught by her parents both of her magical abilities on both
sides of her family.
She was told at the age of 8 and started learning by 9. She was taught potions as she wasn't
allowed a wand but was still shown some demonstrations by her father. Sera would show her true
angelic form and show examples of her magic through the basic ones.
Then suddenly, an envelope swoops in from their window, causing Harry to jump and drop it.
"Mom! Dad!" She calls, looking at the envelope that was resting on their coffee table.
She heard their hurried footsteps and stopped and saw their daughter trying to lean as far away
from the coffee table. They looked down and saw the envelope. They gasped.
In the dimly lit room, a single candle flickers on a desk as an 11-year-old Harry sits and
nervously fidgets with the edges of a worn envelope.
The envelope is addressed to Harry with the return address of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. The Hogwarts crest is stamped in red wax on the back, sealing the envelope shut.
Her parents, Linfred and Sera, stand near the doorway, watching with a mixture of excitement
and anticipation.
Linfred clears his throat, "Well, love, are you going to open it?"
Harry takes a deep breath and nods, slowly lifting the envelope and carefully prying the wax to
open it. Inside is a single folded letter, written on fine parchment.
And to know one's surprise, Harry is to learn at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Next up, time to visit Diagon Alley. Sera wasn't still comfortable visiting the Wizarding World
despite being welcomed. So it was just the father-daughter duo.
In the narrow, winding streets of Diagon Alley, Linfred and his 11-year-old daughter Harry walk
through the crowd.
Harry's eyes dart around excitedly as she glances at the various shops and the assortment of
witches and wizards passing by. She clings to her father's hand, her small hand almost engulfed
by his larger one.
Linfred looks down at Harry and smiles. "Excited to be a student, huh?"
Harry grins and nods enthusiastically, her gaze still darting around the alley, taking in all the
sights and sounds. "Yes! But, also nervous?" She looks up with a nervous smile, "It just seems so
unreal. I thought they wouldn't accept because of-"
She gets cut off by her father, who kneels to her level, "Hey! None of that, okay? You're as much
of a wizard as the next kid. Now," He stands up and grabs her hand. "Let's go get your stuff for
school."
Harry smiles and nods excitedly, "Mm!"
The platform is bustling with activity with parents and children everywhere, many bidding
farewell to their loved ones before they board the Hogwarts Express.
Linfred and Sera look at Harry, who is standing nearby, her trunk and owl cage beside her. Their
eyes glimmer with a mixture of pride and nostalgia, knowing that this is a significant step in their
daughter's life
"Okay. Got everything there?" Linfred asked as they stepped into the platform.
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed happily, pushing a trolly that had all of her luggage.
It was the day when Harry will finally go to Hogwarts. There was a skip to her steps.
Linfred kneels down to Harry's level, "Are you ready, love?"
Harry nods, her face a mix of nervousness and excitement. "I think so. I'm a bit scared, but I'm
also excited to go to Hogwarts."
Sera steps forward and embraces Harry in a tight hug, "You'll do brilliantly, sweetheart. We're so
proud of you."
Harry giggles and steps back, continuing here walk to who knows where. Her dad hadn't exactly
explained which platform she'd be boarding in. "Dad! You were a Gryffindor, right? I wanna be
one as well!"
Linfred chuckles. "You don't get to choose, Sweety. Sorting Hat does."
Harry blows at her bangs, "Still don't understand that part. How come I can't choose?" She
complained.
"Because, the Sorting Hat will look deep within you and whatever they see inside, is how it
places a person to their Houses," Linfred explained.
Harry huffs.
They reach a red brick wall. "We're here!" Linfred announces, confusing Harry and having
rolled her eyes fondly at her husband's antics.
"Uh…We're where?" Harry asked.
Linfred kneels and places a hand on the small of her back. "See that wall? Run through it." Harry
looked at her father as if he had lost his mind, causing him to chuckle. "Trust me this." He winks
and steps back.
Harry looks at the wall with hesitation, holding her trolly tightly. She looks back at her parents.
Linfred looks on with humor and Sera hasn't said a thing. If her mom hadn't reprimanded her
husband, that meant it was safe, right?
With a deep breath, Harry closes her eyes and runs forward. Expecting to hit the wall but was
surprised she phases through it and enters another section of the train station. A more 'magical
part'. Harry looks back in time to see her parents walk in, as well.
"Welcome to Platform 9¾, Harry." Linfred gestures around him. Harry gapes and looks around.
They walked up to the train and Linfred helped with Harry's bag. Harry takes a step before
turning to her parents one last time. Linfred ruffles Harry's hair, a smile on his face. "We know
you'll make us proud. Just remember to work hard and be careful, alright?"
Harry nods again, a determined look on her face. "I will. I promise."
Sera walks up and kisses her forehead. "We love you, sweety."
"Love you too, Mama, Papa." With that, Harry walks in. Harry walks into a small section looks
out the window and sees her parents waving at her. Harry waves back and the train leaves for
Hogwarts.
Linfred and Sera stand there for a moment, watching as the last bit of the train disappears. A
deep sense of emotion washes over them, realizing that their little girl is now on her way to
Hogwarts.
Linfred puts his arm around Sera, "She's growing up so fast."
Sera nods a small smile on her face despite the tears in her eyes. "She is. It seems like just
yesterday she was a little toddler, running around the house and getting into everything."
Harry is sitting in a compartment, her trunk and owl cage next to her. The train is moving, and
outside the window, the countryside is whizzing by.
Suddenly the door to the compartment slides open and a boy, Ron Weasley, pokes his head in.
"Anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full."
Harry shakes her head and smiles. "No, sit here if you'd like."
Ron grins and sits down across from her, a battered old wand sitting in his lap.
Moments later, Hermione, a bushy-haired girl, appears in the doorway, looking for a seat. Harry
motions for her to come in. "You can sit with us if you'd like."
Hermione smiles and nods, taking a seat next to Harry. She holds a large textbook on her lap, her
fingers tapping against the leather cover.
"I'm Harry." Harry introduces herself.
"I'm Ron." The red-head follows.
"And, I'm Hermione." The bushy-haired girl followed.
They arrived at Hogwarts. While they were in line as an old lady, Professor Mcgonagall tried to
calm the children down. As they were preparing the feast and the Sorting Hat.
Fortunately enough, Harry, Ron, and Hermione got sorted at the same house in Gryffindor.
Though before that a young blonde boy tried to talk to Harry. This made Harry not like the
Slytherin. Practically begging the Sorting Hat not to put her there when he saw Harry was
capable in many houses.
Harry sends a letter to her parents about her sorting and her day.
And so, Harry's 1st Year in Hogwarts begins.
So, this is Harry's first day in the school system. Not the same in the muggle world, but Magic
School System.
It's Harry's first class since the sorting, and she's sitting in the Potions classroom, waiting for
Professor Snape to arrive. The room is filled with other Gryffindor first-years, all chattering and
whispering amongst themselves. Suddenly, the door to the classroom swings open, and
Professor Snape strides in, his black robes billowing behind him. He stops at the front of the
room, his cold eyes scanning over the students.
"Silence."Snape's voice rings out across the room, the class suddenly going quiet.
Harry would say more. Except for the fact, that almost everyone doesn't want to mess with the
guy. And sure, maybe she should have been more careful with her potion when a little bit of her
Angel dust had fallen in causing a glitter bomb around the room.
Then berated by Snape. "I have seen many catastrophes in my class but not like this. How did
you even conduct a potion to explode glitters?" Harry could tell was just trying to stop himself
from screaming at her. She did earn a whack on the head by his book. She can hear snickers from
her classmates.
Draco Malfoy- the blonde boy from earlier- didn't hide. He was practically cackling. She rolled
her eyes at that.
It wasn't her fault. Who knew her mother-side magic was this…sparkly? That's a note to keep in
mind next time.
Next was Charms Class by Professor Flitwick. They were being the basics.
"Okay, everyone! Watch me!" The small bearded man stands on his stool, waves his wand on the
weather, and chants, "Wingardium Leviosa." The feather slowly levitates. Everyone let out
audible awe. "Remember! Flick and spell, okay? Now you try it."
All the students try the spell. Some couldn't get the hang of it and some had it explode to their
face somehow. The first to get it was Hermione. The Professor congratulated her on that.
Harry, sitting in the second row, raises her wand and points it at her feather. Suddenly, before she
can utter a word, the feather begins to float in the air without any verbal incantation.
"Oh! Good job, Potter!" Professor Flitwick cheers
"Huh? O-oh, yeah…" Harry looks at the feather above her head. She gives it a small glare and it
slowly goes down on its own. Harry then remembers her mom. She would flick her arms and tea
sets would fly from the cupboards and lay on their table.
Harry first thought it was wizarding magic but then remembered her mother was a literal angel.
Sera had already explained that it was her abilities. It was a simple motion.
Guess this one is on mom, again, Harry thought.
Lunchbreak. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are outside by a tree in a courtyard.
"Okay, Harry, spill." Hermione suddenly commanded.
"What are you on about now, Hermione?" Ron asked with a mouthful of sandwiches.
Hermione scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Don't talk you're gonna choke. Also, I'm talking about
Harry with what happened in Potion Making and Charms Class."
Harry suddenly feels nervous. "What are you talking about?"
"You know, what I'm talking about. The glitter? The feather?" Hermione reminded. She
uncrosses her arms, "Being able to cast a spell without uttering a word is practically a master at
that level. It requires a lot of focus but you were able to do it without a problem."
Harry fidgets with her fingers biting her lip. "I don't know how to tell you, guys. You wouldn't
believe me." She said.
"Try us," Hermione said.
Harry sighs deeply. "Okay so, my mother is an angel."
"How nice of you to think about your mom like that. But almost a lot of children think that."
Hermione said sarcastically.
Harry shakes her head, "No, I mean. A literal Angel! Which makes me, you know, half angel."
She smiles nervously at them
The other two looked at him with wide eyes. There was an awkward pause before Ron broke the
silence. "Bloody Hell, mate. Your father must be quite the charmer." Hermione immediately
smacks him over the head for that but earns a relieved laugh from Harry.
Hermione hugs Harry, "Sorry for pushing. But, also, Thank you for being honest. We'll be here
for you." Harry hugs back and Ron joins.
So…This may be short. But that's how Harry's first year went. Her sudden angel powers awaken
with the support of her friends being there for her. Harry sent to her mom about this. Sera quickly
sends another one and tells her everything is going to be okay.
There wouldn't be a catastrophe with her powers awakening. And from the sounds of it, the ones
awakening are for beginners. Something she had already instructed Harry when she was 8. The
most Harry has to look out for, according to Sera, is her wings sprouting. There was a big
giveaway and hard to manage.
But after that, she didn't have any other problems with her angelic side. Maybe a few hiccups of
levitation here and a blinding glow across the hall over there, but nothing much.
Until one day. In her second year at Hogwarts.
Harry is sitting under a tree, just outside Hogwarts School. The branches are casting a dappled
shade over her, creating a peaceful retreat.
As she sings, her melodious voice and the power of her angelic side attract the attention of the
nearby animals. Birds, squirrels, and other small creatures begin to gather around her, listening to
her beautiful song.
Then, a rustle. Harry stands on alarm. It didn't exactly sound like a wild animal. And more of a
person. Out comes Malfoy.
"Ugh. I'm not in the mood to fight you, Malfoy." Harry turns around.
"Well, I'm not either, Potter. Just…" Now this is a sight, Malfoy seemed embarrassed. This
caught Harry's attention. "...I was just walking around and heard singing. I just wanted to see
who it was,"
"Yes, well, now you know." Harry starts to walk away. But stops when Malfoy adds, "It was
lovely."
"What?" Harry turns around.
Draco scoffs, "I just said it was lovely." He crosses his arms.
Harry rolls her eyes, "Oh wow…A compliment for the oh-so-great Malfoy." She said
sarcastically.
"I'm just complimenting you! I'm not here to pick a fight." Malfoy said.
"Hard to believe with how high your nose always is." Harry turns around and starts walking
away, "I'm going!" She rolled her eyes as she walked down the slope of the hill.
That's the last time she uses her Angelic-Voice.