Status Quo Andi Bellum
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Status Quo Andi Bellum
The Dark Lord prowled the shadows beyond the ring of light spilling in through the oculus. The half-moon hovered in the sky amongst tattered wisps of cloud and veiled stars beyond the glass. A circle of silver-masked, dark-robed figures watched every step the Dark Lord took.
One of them is playing games. Bella glanced between the gleaming silver faces. One of them thinks they can beat the Dark Lord, Bella. She giggled under her breath. One of them's going to die, Bell.
"I am pleased." The Dark Lord's whisper echoed beneath the pale frescoes and white marble. "Our numbers begin to swell with those dissatisfied at European regimes. The alliances built by Grindelwald stir as we gather momentum. Our old allies, those magical creatures whose territories and lands have been stolen by swarming muggles, will flock to rejoin us. Soon, we will be ready."
Ready to play, Bell? Bella ran a finger down the length of her wand. The game never ends, Bella, not while we're alive.
The Dark Lord's circling slowed and he paused on the balls of his feet in the moonlight. "Once Britain is ours, we will have control over the pre-eminent magical power. We will halt its slow decline, then rebuild its strength. The rest of the magical world will follow or fall before us. And then, finally, we will be ready to save our world from the slow rot that's killing it. The powerful do not hide from the rabble. The superior do not let the inferior dictate their lives."
Muggles. A little heat traced through Bella's veins. Boring, useless, cattle who want to drag us all down into the mud to suffer with them.
"Go forth, my followers. Be ready. Together we are going to accomplish something great." The Dark Lord's murmur came soft as the shadows clinging to the room's corners and he crooked a finger.
"Bella."
"Yes?" She bounced across.
An odd gleam flickered through the Dark Lord's eyes. "Fetch
Greyback for me. I promised him a boon in return for his loyalty."
Bella cocked her head. "A boon?"
"Something he thinks will give him the power he needs to defeat me and spread his curse across the country." His lips curled into a cold grin. "Greyback thinks I do not know his mind."
"I'll fetch him." She giggled. "Maybe he'll try to do something he shouldn't."
"He is at the gates." The Dark Lord closed his eyes for a moment.
"Nagini is keeping watch on him. Do not kill him, Bella. I will be very angry."
Bella beamed. "I'll only kill him if he tries to kill me."
The Dark Lord's crimson irises and slitted pupils bored into hers. "Not even then, Bella, but you may hurt him as much as you like after I'm finished with him, should he annoy you. It will make a good test of the boon I'm going to grant him."
Boring… She pictured the tall wrought-iron gates, the gravel road and the harpy-topped pillars that flanked it. All this skulking and scheming is so boring.
Bella stepped out onto the gravel with a loud crack. "What's the time, Mr. Wolf?"
A talk, dark form loomed from the trees. Yellow eyes glinted from a face of dirt-crusted skin, tangled hair, and thick, crude features. "Dinner time, little witch."
She giggled. "If you try to eat me, I'll eviscerate you and feed you your own entrails, Mr. Wolf."
"I don't try to eat anything." Greyback padded over the gravel. "I just bite once."
Bella stuck her hand out. "Come on, then. The Dark Lord is waiting."
Greyback's huge hand seized hers in an iron grip. He bent and sniffed her skin. "No point in biting you anyway, you're too old for me."
"Too old?" Bella huffed. Heat flashed through her veins. "You're not supposed to talk about a lady's age, Mr. Wolf!"
Greyback grunted as smoke curled from beneath his fingers and the faint reek of burning hair and skin drifted to Bella's nose.
But if we play with him, Bella, the Dark Lord will be cross with us.
"But I'll let you off with a scolding just this once," she said.
"Just apparate me there, little witch." Greyback's yellow eyes flicked up to the moon and a broad grin of jagged, sharp teeth spread across his face. "I've plans for tonight."
Bella rolled her eyes and apparated them back into the hall. "Fetched him." She paused and giggled. "Really, though, he should've been the one doing the fetching. He's the dog."
Greyback released a dull growl. "I ripped the throat out of the last person who made a joke like that."
She laughed. "That's not how you play fetch, Mr. Wolf. You're supposed to go get the stick for me."
"Bella…" The Dark Lord's figure curled together in the centre of the room like smoke. "Greyback will need all his strength to survive the bestowing of my gift. Go amuse yourself elsewhere."
Somewhere like Andi's house, Bella.
"Ok." She beamed and apparated away to the small, squat, muggle dwelling.
Harsh, white, muggle light spilt through the gaps in the curtains into the street and the glass bubble at the end of the metal pole above her flickered with light, then died.
We should knock, Bell. She eyed the door and the neat, square garden. But we don't want to be caught, Bella, or the Dark Lord will be cross. Bella disillusioned herself and crept round the side of the house through a small gate.
Short grass stretched away to a thin, blue, wooden fence. A scatter of cheap, wooden chairs and a short patio overlooked a small pond before a large pair of glass doors. The mudblood she'd glimpsed with his arms "round her sister sat in one of them, a glowing cigarette hanging from between his lips.
"What an ugly house," she said.
"The fuck!" The mudblood leapt to his feet and tugged his wand from his pocket.
Bella disarmed him and stuck his wand through the girdle of her dress. "Don't be annoying. Where's Andi?"
"Like hell I'm telling you where my wife is."
"Tell me." Bella stamped her foot. "I want to see my sister."
"You Narcissa?" The mudblood eyed her. "I'm Ted. Ted Tonks."
"Don't care." Bella peered through the windows. "And no, I'm not Cissy. Cissy's busy being sad and boring."
The colour drained from the mudblood's face. " Bellatrix."
"Just Bella!"
A strangled laugh escaped the mudblood's lips. "Just Dora," he muttered. " Jesus."
"Where's Andi?" Bella demanded. "She needs to come with me and help make Cissy fun again."
"You're really nuts, aren't you?" The mudblood folded his arms and clenched his jaw. "Well, I ain't telling you where Andi is. She doesn't want to see you or Narcissa. You can try whatever you want, but that's not changing."
The glass door slid open and a familiar figure with long, dark curls and grey eyes stepped out onto the patio. The hem of her blue dress whispered around her knees. "Teddy? Are you done smoking?"
"Andi!" Bella bounced on her feet and beamed. A flood of warmth rushed through her chest. "I missed you, sister, but I'm back! We can play together again now!"
Andi twisted "round and stared. A storm swirled in her grey eyes, its shadows bleeding out into the faint wrinkles of her face. "My sister's dead. She died when she was nine. She fell four storeys and her skull shattered on the floor. I killed her. You're just a ghost."
"I'm not a ghost! " Heat boiled up inside Bella.
A ripple of air burst from within her, stripping the neat grass from the dirt, shattering the cheap garden furniture and tearing through half the house. The mudblood tumbled across the ground and smacked into the wall, then crumpled to the floor like one of Cissy's dolls.
Bricks and glass rained down into the mound of rubble behind Andi.
"We're sisters. Sisters forever." Bella huffed and crossed her arms. "The weird sisters, like the band you love."
"You're not my sister, ghost. You've never been my sister." Andi pulled her wand out, tears leaking down her face. "But it's time you moved on."
You're not making any sense, Andi. Bella stifled a knot of frustration and glanced down at her reflection in the pond. Her eyes glowed like violet stars. Of course I'm your sister. We've always been sisters.
Andi took a deep breath and raised her wand. "I'll do it myself. It's all my fault to begin with."
Bella tracked the tip of Andi's wand. Maybe she's just playing, Bella. The frustration faded. Of course, Bell! It's another game! She's our sister, of course she wants to play with us!
"A game!" She cocked her head and bounced on her feet, pulling her wand out of the waistband of her dress. "I always beat you at these games, Andi!"
"It's not a game, ghost." Red light flashed from Andi's wand and splashed against the gatepost. "I don't play games. Not anymore."
It's definitely a game. Bella beamed. She'd never call me "ghost" like that for real.
"It's all games." She giggled. "But ok. If you win, I'll go until you've calmed down, Andi, and we can play another time. And if I win, you have to come back to Cissy and I, and play with us again straight away."
"Teddy." Andi glanced over her shoulder. "Get somewhere…"
Bella frowned at the still mudblood on the floor. Crimson seeped out from under his head. "He's already lost, Andi. You should pay attention, you're not going to beat me if you're distracted." "Avada kedavra," Andi hissed.
Green light flashed past Bella's shoulder. High stakes, Bell! A pleasant thrill shivered through her.
"That's better!" Bella ducked another green beam and stuck her tongue out. "My turn."
Pretty purple. Bright pink. Shiny yellow. She hurled all her colours at her sister.
Andi batted some of them away and threw up a bright shield. Flashes of colour burst against it, white sparks showering down into the wreckage, then the shield burst like a bubble. She transfigured the garden furniture into a steel mesh and hurled it forward. Bella unleashed a wave of bright pink fire, sending molten metal spattering over the dirt and across the patio.
"Avada kedavra," Andi cried.
Green light arced past Bella's thigh.
Bella pouted and crossed her arms. "That's not a nice spell, Andi!"
Andi pointed her wand at Bella's chest and blinked tears away. "Avada kedavra."
The green light splashed against her stomach without so much as singing the purple silk of her dress.
Bella sighed. "You've got to mean it, Andi. It's not fun if you let me win." Fire crawled through her veins. "Don't let me win! It's cheating!"
A shimmer tore from her, throwing Andi back into the rubble of the house and tossing debris across the garden.
"Oops." Bella clapped her hands to her mouth. "Didn't mean to do that." She skipped across the dirt and the steaming spots of cooling steel to stand over her sister.
Four iron rods stuck through Andi's chest like the pins from the butterflies in Cissy's collection. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth and a red pool spread beneath her back. "Guess you won, ghost," she gasped. "How does it feel?"
A horrible cold washed through Bella. "Don't die, Andi." Tears prickled at her eyes. "You can't die. Who will play with me and Cissy?" Her magic roiled and churned beneath her skin like boiling water. "I didn't die when I lost. You don't have to die either!"
Andi's grey eyes darkened. "Better to be dead than to turn myself into something like you did, Bell." She dribbled red down the front of her blue dress and brushed a hand against Bella's foot. "But I am sorry, Bell. I'm so, so sorry I killed you. I ruined everything."
Bella watched the light fade from Andi's eyes. "You said we'd be sisters forever!" She poked Andi with her toe and stamped her foot. "Don't die, little sister! You're not meant to lose yet!" Fire seared through her veins. "Andi! Andi! "
A bubble of violet light crackled out from within her. Andi's body crumbled as the magic swept over her and the mudblood's corpse burst into flames. The remaining walls of the small house shivered, then crashed down into a pile of shattered brick and stone. Plaster dust hovered over it like a soft, thick veil of fog.
Bella watched it settle over her sister's ashes, wrestling with the knot of frustration and the tangle of thorns twisting up in her chest. Who'll come play with me and Cissy now? I can't cheer Cissy up on my own!
"I'm sorry you lost, Andi. I wanted to play with you again so much." She stumbled away toward the gate and a tight, hot knot coiled in her throat and around her heart. Tears trickled down her cheeks. "Bye bye, Andi," she murmured. "Bye bye."
Cissy's going to be even more sad now. She paused and stared down at her reflection in the pond. White dust coloured her long curls, shining tear tracks traced her cheeks, and her violet eyes glowed bright as candle flames. Everyone loses, Bella. Even we'll lose one day. This game's over, so we find another one. And another one. And another one. And we never get bored or sad again.
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Umbridge's Own Diary
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Umbridge's Own Diary
A calm, clear blue sky hung over the Great Hall. Umbridge presided over a subdued lunch from the headmaster's seat. A two metre gap stretched between her and the next teachers at the staff table.
Harry twirled his wand in his hand, enjoying the shivers of warmth that rushed up his arm. His picture smiled back from the front of the paper beneath a stark headline. The Boy-Who-Was-Lied-To.
Cedric Diggory swung in next to him and tapped the title with a finger. "You've been exonerated, I see."
"For this week." Harry shrugged. "Hero one year, villain the next, victim the year after. I might manage a full cycle soon."
Stupid, shallow people. They love putting someone on a pedestal, then the moment that person acts human, they delight in tearing them down. He swallowed a sour heat. And then, then they remember that they needed them, and come crawling back to replace them on that pedestal all over again.
Cedric waved Ron and Hermione a bit closer and Ron dragged his plate of food down the table, scattering carrots everywhere.
" Ronald." Hermione flicked her wand at the carrots and sent them zipping back onto his plate. "Honestly. Don't be such a lout."
"I figured out who betrayed the DA," Cedric said. "Wasn't even that
tricky."
Oh? Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Who?" Nev clenched his fist around his fork.
"Cho said her friend Marietta Edgecombe hasn't even received a rebuke from Umbridge or her squad of inquisitorial morons. Her mother works at the Ministry, too; she's one of the officials who helps to monitor the floo network and fireplaces at the castle."
"Marietta isn't part of the DA," Hermione said. "She couldn't have known."
"She was at the first meeting," Nev said. "She left before signing the list. I'd bet she told Umbridge and that's why she was looking for us in the first place."
Ron swallowed a mouthful of carrots. "She still wouldn't have known where to find the list."
"Where was it?" Harry asked.
"We hid it in the Room of Requirement," Hermione replied. "I tested it. I was afraid something might go wrong. There was no way it could be found by anyone who didn't already know where it was."
"Can you show me?" Harry enquired. "I'm good at using the room, I might be able to figure out how Umbridge found it."
Hermione shook her head. "We tried everything already. Neville's an expert at using the Room of Requirement."
"Let's go," Nev said. "Harry taught me how to use the place, it's a good idea."
Hermione huffed under her breath and chewed at her lip, but trailed them out of the hall and up the stairs. "There's a pair of inquisitors on the seventh floor all the time now."
Harry pretended not to notice the dark glower Umbridge sent him from where she perched on the headteacher's chair, pink heels resting on a pink cushion half a metre above the floor.
"Has anyone seen any hint of the jinx Hermione placed on the list?" Cedric asked.
"No." Ron shook his head. "And we've all double checked every face. None of our members have shown any sign of it, and none of them have been absent, ill, or gone home."
"Could it have simply been removed?" Harry asked.
"No." Hermione smiled. "Nobody could betray the group and avoid my
jinx."
Well, that's not quite true. You left too many loopholes in the intent of your enchantment, too focused on direct betrayal and not thinking of indirect ones.
"So Marietta seems likely," Cedric said.
"Yeah," Ron said. "I'll set the twins on her if she did it, they'll make her as miserable as everyone else is with Umbridge in charge."
"I still don't see how Marietta could have told Umbridge about the list," Hermione muttered.
"She knew it existed," Nev said. "Maybe she followed us to the room."
They hurried up the stairs in silence, pausing on the sixth floor.
Ron pulled out his wand. "I'll distract them."
"Let me change your hair first." Hermione cast several enchantments on him. Ron's red hair darkened to a jet-black like Harry's own, his freckles faded, leaving his skin pale, and the bones of his face seemed to shift upward.
He looks a bit like me now.
Hermione tutted. "I'd change your eye colour too, but I don't know enough to mess with them."
Me neither. Harry grimaced. Complicated things, eyes.
Ron gaped at himself in the window. "Blimey, Hermione. How did you do this?"
Hermione swelled up. "I-"
"Later," Harry said. "There's not much left of lunch."
Ron darted up the stairs, the echoes of his footsteps fading. "Stupefy," he cried. "Stupefy!"
They crept up after him, then out "round the corner. Two students in green-edged robes sprawled in the corridor beneath the tap-dancing troll tapestry.
"I thought you were going to distract them," Hermione hissed.
Ron shrugged. "Seemed easier to just stun them. They weren't looking and they'll be fine."
Hermione cancelled her magic with a wave of her wand. "There. Back to normal."
Ron winced as his face rearranged itself. "That's bloody uncomfortable."
Hermione shot him a glare. "Don't swear, Ron."
"Let's go." Nev strode forward and summoned the door to the Room of Hidden Things.
Mountains of discarded objects stretched off into the distance.
"Wow…" Harry stared around him as if it were the first time he'd seen it. "You hid it here?"
"Yes." Nev frowned. "We thought she'd never find it."
"It seems like a lot of people have found this place," Cedric said, pointing at the endless stacks of stuff. "If Marietta ever followed Cho, or any of us, she could well have stumbled across this place like everyone else must have done."
Nev's face darkened. "I didn't think of that."
Ron and Hermione led the way toward the bust of the warlock. Harry hung back staring into a pile of Grindelwald's leaflets until the others passed him by.
"We left it here, under the bust," Hermione said.
Harry glanced at the ugly features of the warlock, then around at the stacks of chairs, books, magazines, and endless contraband. Nothing's changed, really.
"It's not very far from the entrance," he said. "Umbridge has had a month or so to search this place, possibly with help. She might have just come across it."
"You think she just got lucky?" Ron asked.
"What other explanation is there? Nobody on the list betrayed us, or whatever jinx Hermione used would have come into effect, and only the three of you knew where the list was in the room."
"Harry has a point," Cedric said. "Marietta's a smart girl, she could've easily followed us to the room if she wanted to. Cho says she didn't expect her to betray us back when the DA started, but she's not so sure now."
"It hardly matters," Harry said. "It was found. Dumbledore's gone. You heard what he said, though, Fudge isn't likely to be Minister for much longer and he'll be back."
"S"pose you're right," Ron muttered. "We'll just have to endure Umbridge."
"Dumbledore knows what he's doing," Hermione said. "He's Albus Dumbledore."
Harry bit back a sarcastic jibe. He's off on holiday somewhere, probably trying to decide whether he ought to offer me up to Voldemort on a silver platter this summer or as some kind of Christmas present.
"Let's go back," Cedric suggested. "Lessons start soon."
Hermione lingered before the bust, running her fingers over the warlock's head with an odd expression.
"Hermione?" Harry caught her eye and formed a faint connection between their minds. "Are you ok?"
She blinked, then turned away from the bust. "I'm fine."
Fear fluttered through her mind. Flashes of bad exam results, the quiet ache of loneliness and loss, and a flash of silver in her palm. "If you say so." He slipped out of the room, trailing the others back down the way they'd come.
One of the silver-badged Junior Inquisitors hurried across the Great Hall, his robes creased and a large purple bruise forming on the side of his face. He stopped in front of the staff table to speak to Umbridge, whose face turned a mottled red.
"Tell me we don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts next," he muttered to Nev.
"I could, but I'd be lying."
"Wonderful." He tracked Umbridge's glare out of the corner of his eye. "Be careful. Make sure nobody says anything."
I'm definitely going to be her first suspect. Harry drifted toward the classroom. Between the list, Fudge's desperation, and Dobby sticking all her furniture to the ceiling of her office, she should be reaching boiling point any day now.
"Ron won't listen," Nev said. "Not if she makes him angry enough." "He might listen to Hermione," Harry suggested.
"It's worth a try." Nev hurried after the pair and pulled them into a heated, whispered conversation as they entered the class.
"Books out and wands away," Umbridge snapped. "We will be recapping the chapters on defensive theory from now until your exams. Study hard and you will succeed."
Harry opened his pristine copy of Wilbert Slinkhard's worst and only publication, pushing his hand along the spine to try and keep the book from closing itself. Hermione etched notes in the margins of her copy, crossing out parts of the text and squeezing in small paragraphs between the lines. Ron's eyes glazed over and Nev rested his chin on his elbow and his elbow on the desk.
What an absolute waste of time.
Harry caught Umbridge's malignant glare and brushed at her thoughts. The list of signatures hovered among them with a flash of silver and sapphire, a clear vial loomed beside his face and the members of the DA, the word veritaserum echoed from the back of her mind, and a twisted, sour heat throbbed in her heart, growing stronger the longer Harry held her gaze.
He broke the connection and glanced down at his book. That sort of hate can power some nasty spells. Maybe I ought to prod her into exploding at me before she tries to torture someone unable to endure.
Nev fell off his stool with a muffled thump and a light titter ran around the room. Umbridge surveyed the room with a glower, then went back to poring over the DA list, clutching her wand in her short fingers.
"Are you alright, Nev?" Harry whispered.
"Fell asleep." Nev rubbed his shoulder. "Not the most exciting lesson,
this."
"Shall I liven it up?"
Umbridge looks like she's only an incident or two away from snapping and trying something drastic to get the truth of the list. He weighed up his options. I need to make sure she goes for me.
"What will you do?" Nev asked.
"Watch." Harry smirked, flicked his wand into his palm under the desk, and pointed it toward Parvati's textbook at the far end of their row.
An iguana, I think. Just like back in First Year. He transfigured the book into the large reptile, chuckling under his breath at Parvati's shriek.
"What's going on?" Umbridge jumped to her feet and craned her neck.
"There's an iguana, professor," Harry announced, drawing his wand and approaching the conjured lizard as if it were a dragon. "I'll take care of it." He raised his wand, then paused, and placed it on the desk before retreating to the far side of the room.
"What are you doing, Mr. Potter?" Umbridge demanded. " Kill it!"
"I'm avoiding conflict with a dark creature, professor." He struggled to keep his face straight. "Should I flee now?"
Laughter burst from the class. The iguana dragged itself toward Nev, who surrendered his wand and backed away to the wall.
"That's quite enough." Umbridge jabbed her wand at the iguana.
A white flash burst from its tip, the iguana jerked as if on visible strings, then exploded into chunks, spattering Parvati in blood, guts, and lumps of bone. She sat there, shaking like a leaf, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Out," Umbridge hissed. "Out! All of you!"
"Bloody hell," Nev muttered. "What the fuck? "
"Hold on, Nev." Harry retrieved his wand and vanished the pieces of iguana off Parvati. "It's gone, Parvati. Come on, we need to leave."
Lavender shot Harry something between a glare and a thank you, then led her friend out by the hand.
"What's veritaserum?" Harry asked as they hurried down the corridor.
"Some kind of truth potion?"
"A very powerful truth potion," Nev said. "Gran told me that it couldn't be used for Death Eater trials in the Wizengamot though, because it can be resisted and the antidote's undetectable."
"How can you resist it?" Harry asked.
I'll probably have to resist it. Let's hope the Mind Arts help. It seems like they should.
"I'm not sure," Nev said. "Gran said it produces a powerful compulsion to speak honestly, but nobody would know if you took the antidote beforehand."
"Thanks," Harry murmured.
If I could get my hands on the antidote, it'd be perfect. He hid a grimace and pointed a hand toward the quidditch pitch. Otherwise, I'll just have to try and avoid drinking it or hope my skill at the Mind Arts is strong enough to overcome the compulsion.
"Katie?" Nev nodded and drifted off.
Harry strolled out into the stands and watched Katie flit through the hoops. Her tight, black quidditch jersey fluttered as she corkscrewed past the goals, then she caught sight of him and arced her drive around to alight beside him.
"You did come!" She leant his firebolt against the stand and plucked the scarf off Harry's neck. "Nice scarf. Did you conjure this?"
"I did." He snatched it back and dropped into the seats in the first row.
Katie's eyes flicked to the purple mark on his neck. "What's this, Harry? A hickey? "
Harry looped the scarf back "round his neck. "Just a bruise."
" Sure." Katie laughed and clambered onto the bench beside him.
"Frenchie give you that?"
He sighed. "Yes. Go on, then, get it out of your system. I'm sure you've got a whole list of jokes."
"Anyone else seen it?" Katie murmured.
"No."
She stared down at her lap. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine…" Harry caught her eye and quirked an eyebrow at her. "I was expecting more teasing, really."
Katie shot him a weak smile. "I mean, I would, but I was actually a bit worried, you know."
"Worried about what?" Harry poked the mark. "It's not contagious. It's mostly faded now."
"You, silly." Katie nudged his leg with hers. "You're a bit young for the sort of thing that hickeys are meant to come with. Girls grow up faster than guys and, well, I'd probably not be ok doing that a year ago with some older guy when my head had cooled down. If Frenchie's pressuring you to do stuff…" She squirmed. "It's illegal for a reason, Harry. I know she's a bit older and you love her, but she should wait until you're ready."
A little warmth soaked through Harry's chest and he gave her a small smile. "Thanks, Katie, but it's nothing to worry about."
"If you're sure." Katie's face lit up. "Want to practice to get your revenge on her?"
Harry laughed. "Practice how? "
She gave him a coy smile. "You can always practice on me Harry, after giving me that firebolt, you can do whatever you want to me."
He snorted. "I thought I was too young…"
"Apparently not." Katie beamed and shrugged, brushing her shoulder with his. "How was Frenchie? She any good?"
Harry choked. "I'm not telling you about that."
Katie rolled her eyes. "You have to talk about stuff like that with someone. I'm your best friend, Harry."
"I can talk about it with Fleur." Harry raised a finger. "And you said I wasn't female enough to be your best friend, you liar."
"Someone who's not Frenchie," she replied. "Come on, spill. It's good for you to talk about her with someone who won't say anything and I'm really curious to know what it's like for a guy. And she can't be perfect all the time, so when you need to vent about some tiny, annoying thing, I'm here, just like I am for Alicia and Angelina."
"Do you even know what it's like for a girl ?" Harry asked.
Katie turned red. "No." She waved her hands in the air. "I mean, I had plans, but they kind of fell apart a bit." She shrugged. "I can wait. It's worth waiting for the right person."
"Definitely." Harry smothered the recollection of Fleur's flushed face, her fingers digging into the skin of his back, and the feel of her against him.
"You've got a really dreamy look on your face, Harry…"
He wiped the expression off. "No I don't."
"Too slow," Katie sang. "Now spill. How was it?" "Good?" Harry grimaced. "I mean. It was really good."
"Better than when you're just by yourself?" Katie asked.
"Better than what?"
She made a crude gesture with her hand. "When you're doing it yourself."
Heat rushed to Harry's face. "Er… yes. A lot better."
"Huh." A wicked glint welled up in Katie's eye. "I've got a very interesting image of you in my head right now."
Harry felt the heat on his cheeks rise. "Wonderful."
"Ok, I'll play fair. Something embarrassing for something embarrassing." Katie giggled and patted him on the thigh. " You were the first boy I thought about while doing that."
Harry's image of Fleur shifted. Her silver hair and eyes turned brown and it was Katie's grin beneath him rather than Fleur's hot, hard kisses.
"Good image?" Katie teased. "Better than me not wearing that seashell bra or anything much else?" She cast a glance down at his lap and grinned. "Are you going to need a cushion, Harry? I can steal you one of Umbridge's nice pink ones."
Harry smothered that image before it got going. "I was thinking about Fleur."
" Suuuuuure." Katie pouted. "Well, I don't blame you, Frenchie has me beat in the face, boobs, legs, and sexy accent department. It's not fair. The only way I'd be able to keep up would be being really kinky. Fulfill all those fantasies of yours." She winked and smoothed out her tight, black jersey. "Got any quidditch ones?"
"You only have yourself to blame," Harry quipped. "And Roger Davies, too."
And me, even if I thought I was doing the right thing stopping you from hexing Fleur.
Katie's smile faded a fraction. "That's true. I wonder, if you'd still been with me for the Yule Ball, would it be her sitting here while you thought about the two of us together?"
"Not a chance." Harry laughed. "She'd never come back to the UK without a good reason, she hates the weather here."
Katie's lips thinned and she reached across, tugging Harry's scarf up to his jaw. "Of course she hates the weather. And the food. And the people. And just about everything else from what I heard."
"Not really." A small smile crept over Harry's lips. "I mean, she's not fond of the food here, but she dislikes people in general, not because they're from the UK."
Katie shrugged. "Enough about Frenchie, have you heard about the new educational decree?"
"Another one?" Harry rolled his eyes. "Really? Why even bother?"
"It's not going to make it through the Wizengamot, but Umbridge already told Filch he can use corporal punishment anyway. That vicious old bastard's probably getting his whips out as we speak."
"I have always wanted to be whipped," Harry muttered. " Fantastic."
"You can whip me whenever you want." Katie leant her head onto his shoulder and dropped her voice to a sultry whisper. "If you were feeling in a certain sort of mood, and you caught me all alone on the quidditch pitch, I wouldn't object at all. You could tell me to do anything and I'd never tell anyone about the things you made me do. I'd just come crawling back for more."
"Wow…" Harry laughed. "You weren't kidding about kinky, were you?"
Katie pulled back and laughed. "Only way a normal girl like me can keep up with someone like Frenchie is by being more fun than she is." She shrugged and the mirth drained from her face. "If I'm not fun, I'll never have a chance to spend time with you. You'll just vanish off to France instead."
Guilt stabbed at his gut. She's afraid we'll stop being friends, like Hermione was. He smothered the niggling in his stomach and took a short breath. But I've not forgotten, I've learnt from my mistake.
Harry slipped an arm around Katie's shoulders. "You're not just some normal girl. You are, despite you constantly teasing me about Fleur, our slightly disastrous date, and your refusal to admit I'm better than Alicia and Angelina, my best friend."
Katie sniffed and turned away to swipe her sleeve over her eyes. "Thanks, Harry." She swiveled back "round with liquid eyes and a small, quivering smile. "I'm going to fly while it's still nice weather, dark master, so unless you really do want to have your way with me up here in the quidditch stands, I'll catch you later."
Harry pulled her into a hug. "Later, Katie. Don't break my firebolt."
She clung to him, her fingers curling into his clothes, then jumped back and grabbed the broom. "It's my firebolt now." Katie dabbed her face on the shoulder of her quidditch jersey, then kicked off into the air.
Harry watched her soar back up into the sky and drift around above the pitch with a small smile. I guess I'd better do some research on veritaserum.
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