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Chapter 19

A gloomy day, a rainy day, an incredible representative day of someone who has lost everything in life—well, not necessarily losing everything in life, but losing self-respect and any hope for a better future for herself. Narcissa Malfoy's mind thought of the young girl she once was. The stupid little girl who consumed everything her family told her. All those Purebloods' ideas about the muggle-borns being a pest, an infection they needed to cleanse, were inserted into the young girl's mind like seeds waiting to bloom. And it sprouted hatred and arrogance.

Narcissa Malfoy's younger days felt like a dream. She was everything a Slytherin lady ought to be. Or so she thought, since like many other fools. Narcissa thought the days of Hogwarts would never finish. She felt that real life would be like school, where she could do whatever she wanted, and everyone would look at her with jealousy and respect. All because she was a daughter of House Black. A fool she was, nothing more.

The moment Narcissa stepped out of Hogwarts, a war was raging. People were dying left and right. The people who claimed to be fighting for the costume and rights of wizards and witches were the same ones wiping noble's houses, ancient noble houses. Why? Narcissa wondered at the time.

We should be all together, right? Fighting the common enemy of the Wizarding World, right?!

Narcissa kept those thoughts inside of her, never allowing them to come outside her head. She didn't want to think for a second that she may be wrong. No, Narcissa followed the path they laid for her and married a pureblood man. A man that, during Hogwarts, was every woman's dream. At least every Pureblood witch dreams. Lucius Malfoy was gallant, elegant, well-dressed, and polite. He was a Slytherin with a lot of influence and the son of a powerful lord. It was rather apparent that the Black family would unite them, and Narcissa was thrilled to be Lady Malfoy. Yet, once it did happen, Lucius took her as his wife. He saw her as nothing more than a trophy wife, a woman whose only purpose was to give him an heir and nothing more. A painting on the wall, only to be admired and talked to, only when needed.

Narcissa's awakening took place. But while she would like to admit that being the wife of such a cold man would wake her up from the lies she once called reality. It was not Lucius who made her see what type of life she would be forever dammed to live, but the Dark Lord, who crushed all the ideals her family put in her head. When Narcissa met the Dark Lord for the first time. She saw a monster wearing a mask—a beast pretending to be human. Voldemort was an aberration who cared not for the Wizarding World or the culture she loved. But only himself and his power.

And Narcissa was married to a man who fervently believed the Dark Lord would bring the Purebloods to the rightful position they belong. No matter how many innocent people would die in the process.

Those years were dark; she practically became a yes, sir type of individual. She would always agree with Lucius and the Dark Lord. Narcissa would bring her head down and do as she was told, like a proper Pureblood lady. But she was afraid, terrified of the Dark Lord, and even more when she had Draco, her son. Narcissa loved her son, but she felt as if he was becoming more like his father every day, and it was breaking her heart. Narcissa wanted to save his son, but it may be too late. It was one of the reasons she was currently hiding among the muggles, walking to the only place she knew people would welcome her. The only person she has left in her life.

Narcissa winced, feeling the pain in her muscles, hiding the bruises on her face behind her cloak, and slowly she knocked on the door. She was trembling, not only from the pain but from the anxiety running through her veins.

If Lucius finds out that I left, he will kill me!

Narcissa thought, again knocking on the door faster this time around.

"I'm coming!"

And Andromeda's voice brought a sense of peace to Narcissa. She missed her older sister a great deal, and tears slowly appeared, but she locked those feelings inside, just like many times before. It was already something she did without realizing, like using wandless magic. It just comes naturally to her now.

The door opened, and there, Narcissa saw the eyes of her older sister looking directly at her, confused for a moment.

"Narcissa?" And Andromeda said, stuttering each word, ensuring she saw her younger sister.

"Andi," Narcissa replied, still having problems coming up with words to say. They only stared at each other while the rain kept coming down on Narcissa. It felt like an eternity for Narcissa, and the more she stared at her older sister. The more the mask she built to protect herself from everyone started to crumble. Narcissa's lips quivered, and it took not long before Andromeda could see the bruises and abuse marks on her younger sister's face.

"Oh, Cissy," Andromeda muttered softly, and it was all Narcissa's resolution needed to crumble down. The youngest daughter of House Black let years of abuse of fear out while in the embrace of her sister. And Andromeda could only hold her and try to calm her sister down.

"Let's go inside, Cissy. People don't need to see you like this," Andromeda said, guiding her crying sister inside her house.

There, Narcissa managed to get herself together. Yet, Andromeda could still see the turmoil inside her sister.

"Here is your favorite, honey with tea," Andromeda said gently, making sure to calm her sister. At the same time, she slowly took care of Narcissa's wounds.

"Thank you, Andi," Narcissa replied, taking sips of tea.

And Andromeda sat before Narcissa and sighed deeply.

"Are you hurt somewhere else?" Andromeda asked, and Narcissa only nodded slowly, refusing to look at Andromeda directly. There was shame in her eyes, and it wasn't something Andromeda liked watching.

"It's not as bad as you think."

"Not as bad?!" She said, unsure of what those words could imply. Yet, from Narcissa's reaction, it seems it was way worse.

"Please tell me this is not something that happens often!"

"Sometimes, I speak too loud! Sometimes, my questions anger him! It's my fault," Narcissa whispered, not realizing that all those years of abuse were speaking for her. And Andromeda only stared, completely heartbroken. She quickly walked to her sister, and kneeling before her, she took her hand and stared directly into her eyes.

"Cissy, look at me," Andromeda called for her, and Narcissa was having problems doing just that. She couldn't look at Andromeda's eyes. She didn't want to look weak. Weakness was not something a Pureblood lady should show.

"Look at me," Andromeda said again. "This is not your fault, you hear? You don't deserve this treatment. No one does."

"But our mother said-!"

"Forget what that woman who once called herself our mother said!" Andromeda yelled, making Narcissa flinch.

"Look at you, please! Lucius was never the man you thought he was. You do not deserve this."

Narcissa knew those words were valid, but now the questions laid before her. What could she do now?

"Andi, I want out of this marriage. I don't want to go back; please, don't send me back," Narcissa pleaded with a broken voice. Andromeda clenched her sister's hand and looked at her determinedly. Those were the Black eyes. The same eyes Sirius Black had when he swore that he would rather die than betray his friends. The same type of eyes that even the Dark Lord would be afraid to look at directly.

"I won't let him hurt you. If Lucius Malfoy thinks he can do whatever he wants with my sister. He better think again. I already lost one sister to those crazy Death Eaters, and I don't intend to lose another."

Narcissa felt the same. Bellatrix was long gone. The older sister they once loved dearly was dead, and instead, a crazy vulture was left behind. The witch who wanted to be free, live her life away from all, was mutilated by spells and memory charms. It was one of the many reasons Narcissa never spoke her mind. She was afraid of ending up like Bellatrix.

"But how? You know, the marriage contract was made with an iron lock. I can't get out of the marriage."

And Andromeda, instead of looking anxious about such a contract. She only replied with a smile.

"You're lucky that your sister's husband is a lawyer, both in the Wizarding World and the Muggle one. And not only that, you're a Black daughter. The Malfoy's can't compete with us."

Narcissa felt long-forgotten confidence emerging from within her.

"Lucius has a lot of dirty clothes waiting to be exposed. We only need to find one as leverage," Andromeda said.

"Blackmail? That's quite Slytherin from you, sister," Narcissa said with amusement.

"We are Slytherin. Also, you're not alone. Remember, Sirius is now Lord Black, and you know, he offered you protection in case of the worst-case scenario."

"Will he help me?" Narcissa asked nervously.

"Yes, he has changed. He will protect our family. Also, Narcissa, you know that if we want to pull a divorce procedure. You'll need to face him in court. Purebloods look down on this type of thing. And there is Draco to worry about."

Narcissa let a shaky breath, remembering how her son was slowly becoming another Lucius. She hoped there was a chance to make her son a better person. She needed to believe it. But, if Narcissa wanted to have a future where she could be free and her son could change. She must fight for it.

"I'll do whatever is necessary."

Andromeda smiled. "I know you will."

Narcissa smiled at her sister, but she then recalled another critical thing. A severe matter that even she had problems understanding.

"Andi, there's another thing. A few days ago. I overheard a conversation between Lucius and Lord Nott. They seemed rather anxious about something."

"Anxious?"

"Yeah, Lucius told Lord Nott that he was planning something that could push Dumbledore away from Hogwarts. I think he's planning on a sort of controversy. I don't know."

And Andromeda was now worried about what it could mean, especially since things were currently fragile in Hogwarts. No doubt, he'll try to blame Dumbledore for something. But, what could it be? Also, why is he darting? Could it be he is scared? Andromeda thought.

"He sounds somewhat uneasy about it. And that really makes me wonder what he planned."

Narcissa said, and Andromeda only nodded.

"If Lucius is anxious about his plan, it is not an excellent plan. It seems he is doing this out of fear, presumably. Perhaps, it has to do with Voldemort?"

"I agree," Narcissa said, flinching at the name of the Dark Lord.

And Andromeda and Narcissa nodded at each other. They needed to do something about it.

"We must tell lord Potter and lady Bones. We must find out about whatever Lucius is doing. I doubt that man has any idea of what he is doing. But nevertheless. We must stop him before he hurts the children."

And Andromeda stood up and quickly started to prepare herself. Yet, Narcissa was still on her chair, wondering if it was a good choice.

"Do you think they'll believe me?" Narcissa asked, a bit apprehensive about it. She has never talked to Lord Potter outside of those nasty encounters between their families. Yet, she hoped, they would not consider her an enemy of sorts.

"You're my sister. You deserve to be heard."

Narcissa smiled and, for the first time in a while. She felt strong.

"Now, would you like to come with me?" Andromeda asked.

"To where?" Narcissa asked.

"To the ministry, of course."

Narcissa panicked. "If someone sees me with you and recognizes me. They'll tell Lucius!" Narcissa said, filled with terror.

"Let them! You're not going to be his wife anymore, I swear to you."

Andromeda practically brought Narcissa with her, dragging her to the Floo system.

"But-But!"

"But nothing, Cissy! You're a Black, and it is time you remember."

Narcissa didn't know what those words meant any longer. But as she steps into the chimney. She could see a new future ahead of her from the green fire. And Narcissa has no idea, like many people, that her soon meeting with James Potter would open so many doors for her.

Harriet's thoughts were lingering on the potion in front of her. Meanwhile, everyone in the class was working on the assignment given by professor Snape. Harriet was instead focusing on her own little project. The Cure of Lycanthropy was just a means to an end for her. She wanted to create a potion that was easy to make and sell at low prices, and the reason for such reasoning was pretty simple. The population of werewolves across the world was tiny. Just in Great Brittain, less than a hundred were registered. Perhaps even less than that, and those who weren't registered were convicts, just causing harm to wherever they went.

Harriet couldn't create a potion that was expensive to sell. Those poor werewolves didn't even have jobs or gold to buy them. So what would be the point? Instead, Harriet would donate them to the many Wizarding World governments. Well, not out of the goodness of her heart. It mainly was selling the potions to the governments. And they, in return, would give it away for free. Again, the word free was not entirely accurate. Since the werewolves would have to pay it back when they started to work again. But overall, it was an excellent way to get back to society and have a secure job awaiting them. A superb offer, if Harriet could say so herself. So she would eradicate the Lycanthropy curse. Her name would be glorified for centuries to come and allow her to use it to her advantage. The profits may not be as she initially intended, but admiration and recognition could be worth more than gold.

Besides, there's a bigger picture, and Harriet wanted to be the main character of such a piece of art.

"Now, if I could only find the missing element," Harriet muttered as she stared at the cauldron.

If I can recreate it successfully, my ability to cure Lycanthropyusing a potion. It will open a gateway to many skills. Of course, only I can do it successfully.

Harriet thought while looking at the strange colors.

"I'm close. I can feel it. But I am missing something."

Harriet muttered again, so she once again returned to her notes, ignoring the looks of the people around her.

"Why does scarhead do whatever she wants? Look at her! She is not even working on the same things we are!" Draco hissed, and many of the Slytherins nodded in agreement.

"She believes she is a sort of grand witch or something!" Draco said. Yet, Draco couldn't help but feel attracted to how Harriet wrote those strange and advanced formulas. She looked like a regent of sorts. But, at the same time. He felt jealous of her.

"Draco, look!" A chubby boy named Crabbe picked a dark bean from his desk and pointed it to Harriet's head. But before he could throw it away, a hand stopped him from doing that. And the voice that fallowed drained all the blood from Grabbe's face.

"Well, well, mister Grabbe. You have found a way to waste time and resources by trying to throw them away."

Severus Snape spoke with his famous drawled voice. Yet, he was not amused by the shenanigans of the snakes. Especially when it comes to potion-making.

"You better deliver the potion before the class is over. Or, that would be ten points from Slytherin, mister Grabbe. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Grabbe muttered.

Severus only stared at the group before going away. The Slytherin group grumbled as they continued the work. Yet, one of them, a small girl was having more problems than just the task at hand. Pansy Parkinson was having a few troublesome days. Her mind was filled with so many flashbacks that weren't her own, or so she thought. Memories that caused headaches for her. Pansy sighed as she stared at Draco next to her. Most of the time, she would feel so in love with him. And it was pretty strange. Pansy was always fascinated by Draco. Why? Well, she wasn't sure.

Pansy's mother was a strange and deranged woman. Lady Parkinson firmly believed her daughter would take the mantle of Lady Malfoy, a title supposedly, was stolen from her. So, Lady Parkinson would often say how she would do whatever was necessary to secure that spot for her daughter. Pansy still didn't understand why Draco Malfoy felt like the only person she cared about. But lately, Pansy wasn't so thrilled with the idea of marrying him. In fact, Pansy finds him bothersome.

But watching Harriet changed everything. Pansy felt something calling for her, telling her how Harriet was the sole focus of her life. But why? Pansy couldn't say. But hopefully, she'll know the truth soon enough.

Yet, she didn't notice how some of Harriet's friends, or more likely bodyguards, were staring at her.

"She is remembering?" Daphne asked.

"Perhaps. The way she looks, our dear Harriet. Maybe, she remembers bits."

Blaise said with a low voice, not losing focus on the potion he was making.

"Mm, nevertheless, we must be ready for her awakening. " Blaise said, "we don't want it to be a messy ordeal."

"Hopefully, that would not happen," Neville said, looking at the potion he made with a smile.

"Perfect," Neville muttered, making Blaise scoff.

"Well, besides, the twins seem to be doing alright," Tracey said while trying and failing to do her potion.

"We shouldn't lose focus. We haven't found all of the other guardians, and we must be ready for any other problems."

Blaise said, and everyone nodded.

"Ah, what am I missing?"

The group looked at Harriet, who seemed in a battle of her own.

"Well, it looks like a normal day is ahead of us."

Hannah said, and everyone chuckled while getting back to work.

Harriet groaned while sitting on her desk.

"Everything, alright, Harriet?" Hermione said, sitting next to Harriet, unaware of how the rest, mostly Daphne, were looking at her. They all sat around her while waiting for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class to start.

"Just having quite the hard time with my work. But nevertheless, I should conquer whatever difficulty may arise before me," Harriet said, with an incredible dramatic tone.

"Oh, I know you will!" Hermione said, smiling.

"Are those portraits about him?" Tracey asked, not believing the many pictures of Gilderoy Lockhart on the walls. All looking dashing at each other.

"It seems he likes the company of himself," Neville added amusingly.

"Pathetic," Daphne muttered.

"It can't be that bad, right? He's a professor," Hermione said nervously.

"That's a portrait of him, painting another portrait of him," Susan said, not amused.

"Well, he does have a certain level of artistry," Hannah whispered, trying to hide her disappointing motherly voice.

"I would like to have a portrait of myself," Blaise added, and everyone stared at him weirdly.

Yet, before they could all ask more about such a topic. A sudden voice came from the staircase, and a bright and dashing smile blinded all the kids looking at it.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. Me!"

Gilderoy spoke with an arrogant voice. "Gilderoy Lockhart. Order of Merlin, third class... honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-charming-Smile award."

Gilderoy said, chortling to himself and his many accomplishments. Some of the girls in the back giggled with blushing faces, and others sighed in contentment while looking at him. Yet, some other girls looked at him with a rather repulsive look.

"Are you sure he is a true teacher?" Tracey whispered, and Hannah only hissed at her to be quiet.

"Now, I don't like talking about just that. After all, I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him!"

Gilderoy's laugh sounded like someone gagged with food or had a stroke.

"I see you've bought a complete set of my books. Well done. Except you, miss Potter. I gave it to you for free," Gilderoy said, winking at the Girl-Who-Lived. Harriet waved her hand happily at her favorite author. And she didn't notice the groans from behind. She, of course. Didn't bother to look at them. They'll never understand the mind of a book nerd. But, a part of her wonder. If what her friends told her about Gilderoy was true. Those books were actually, well, supposedly real anecdotes of his travels. That can't be true, right? Who in their right mind would like at these books and be like, "they are definitely true!" They are obviously satire at best! Right? Right?!

Harriet thought with a grimace.

"Eh, thank you, professor," Harriet replied, earning a winking face from Gilderoy.

"You're welcome, my dear," Gilderoy said. "Now, I thought we'd start today with a quiz! There's nothing to worry about, just to check how well you've read them."

Harriet looked at the quiz, a bit bemused for a second. Before giving a light glance to the ones behind her. And saw the girl's soul leaving their bodies and any prospect of self-respect. Blaise looked like a terrible headache was attacking him, and Neville seemed somewhat disgruntled about answering such questions.

"Well, it can be that bad," Harriet muttered as she started to answer those absurd questions like the rest of the class. Hermione, like always, looked rather happy with the quiz. Harriet sighed but continued with her work. And soon enough. Thirty minutes passed, and Gilderoy took a deep breath, not hiding his disappointment.

"Hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac," Gilderoy said dramatically.

"But miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions. Good girl," Gilderoy said, winking at Hermione, who blushed slightly. Yet, Harriet looked rather suspicious at the man. There was something odd on him. Harriet couldn't quite grasp it. Yet, she decided to keep an eye open.

"Now, be warned!" Gilderoy said quickly, looking at all of them with sudden seriousness.

"It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind," Gilderoy said while hitting a strange cage, which moved to his teasing.

"You may find yourselves facing your worst fear in this room, but know only that harm can't befall you while I am here. Yet, I must ask you not to scream! It may provoke them!"

Gilderoy exclaimed while showing up, a cage filled with Cornish Pixies. At that moment, Harriet felt the sudden reality of the world coming to her. Well, it's going to be another year of complete nonsense. Harriet groaned internally. While the entire class seemed rather amused by the Pixies.

"Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan. But pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters!"

Please don't tell me he will release them, Harriet whined.

"Let's see what you make of them!"

Here we go.

Harriet thought while the pixies started to create pandemonium across the classroom. Harriet just smashed her head on the desk, groaning at the scream of the kids around her. One of the pixies grabbed her hair, but it was not for long before Daphne smashed the thing like a mosquito with her bare hands.

"Such a disgusting little thing," Daphne hissed.

"Mm, please do save a few for me. I could use those pixies later," Blaise added.

"Not now, Blaise," Neville said while helping Hermione with a few pixies trying to pick her wand.

"Please, let me out of here," Harriet groaned, and it was all she needed to say before the kids around her took it as an order of sorts. Harriet was now beyond disappointed with her teacher. Not only that, he may be a phony of the highest order. But also an idiot. Yet, the question remains, where did he get those ideas from? Harriet wondered, but only time would tell.

The classes ended, and Harriet just wanted to rest. It has been quite a long day for her, and having dinner would do her good. And in the Great Hall, she also wasted no time approaching her beloved French mate, who seemed as if life returned to her the moment she saw Harriet rushing to her.

"Oh, mon amour!" Fleur said, embracing Harriet tightly.

"I missed you so much, my love! All day without you, without my sun! Without my love!" Fleur said dramatically, and Nymphadora scoffed.

"So melodramatic," Nymphadora said, amused by Fleur's reaction.

"I did miss you too. Also, you, my dear Nymphadora," Harriet said while sitting down on Fleur's lap, who only hissed at Nymphadora like a snake for some reason.

"How were you, classes? Were they any different from Beauxbatons?" Harriet asked, enjoying the embrace of Fleur while resting her head on Fleur's breast. Hannah and Susan were preparing her meal like sort of maids. Daphne and Tracey were doing the same, serving her favorite juice and cutting some of the chicken pieces into small parts just like she liked it. And it was then that Harriet wondered why they pamper her so much.

"Not so different, honestly. It's the same annoying schedule. But, I don't have to deal with other French girls, so that's alright," Fleur said while resting her chin on Harriet's should and gently caressing Harriet's belly. Harriet wasn't bothered by Fleur's hands finding their way under her shirt and touching her naked stomach. She, in fact, liked the sensation quite a lot. It was so filled with warmth that it made Harriet a bit sleepy.

"I see. Has Nymphadora proven to be a bother?" Harriet asked with a teasing tone.

"What?! Me a bother?!" Nymphadora replied, clearly offended.

"I have dealt with far worse," Fleur said with a loud sigh.

"And here I thought we were becoming fast friends," Nymphadora said, faking hurt.

"Of course," Fleur only said, rolling her eyes.

"Harriet here is dinner," Hannah said while the rest of the girls served the rest of the plates.

"Thank you," Harriet said, smiling. "What do I feel like a queen sometimes because of you?"

Harriet giggled while she was slowly eating her well-deserved dinner.

"Well, you're our queen!" Hannah said in a joking manner. But there was a severe tone in that speech.

"A queen, eh?" Harriet murmured but then smiled. "I'll like to be an empress better. It sounds more important than a queen, don't you think?"

The kids smirked at her, and Harriet didn't notice the look in their eyes as she was very focused on her food.

"Yes, an empress sounds so much better," Fleur whispered softly.

Harriet continued eating, enjoying the seemingly ordinary day she was experiencing so far while at Hogwarts. She hoped the rest of the year would be just like today.

However, just on the Gryffindor table, a red-haired girl stared at the Hufflepuff table with sadness. Ginny Weasley sighed deeply while eating her dinner, ignoring the looks of her siblings.

"My, my, it seems our dear sister wishes to be part of the royal court of miss Potter," Fred said teasingly.

"The royal court?" Ginny asked, ignoring the teasing.

"Oh, yeah, Harriet Potter is always followed by her loyal followers," George said dramatically.

"Heirs, and heiress of powerful houses, always around her."

"Don't forget the smoking hot Veela mate," Fred whispered, and George smiled.

"She is stealing all our girls!" George added theatrically.

"Enough both of you! You're making too much noise," Percy hissed, and the twins rolled their eyes.

"But, yeah, people are calling it the royal court already. Although I believe it is something she doesn't know. I mean, look, Slytherins, Hufflepuff eating dinner together. It's against school rules, but they don't care," Fred said, with a hint of respect.

"They are true rebels," George added.

Ginny nodded slowly as she stared at the group. She looked at Harriet's gorgeous face and how the beautiful Veela embraced her tightly. Ginny was jealous of the French girl.

"She gets everything."

Ginny then looked at her brother, Ron, who stared with the same feeling of jealousy at Girl-Who-Lived. Although honestly, it was a different type of envy. Ginny noticed it. Yet, she just shrugged it off for now. She honestly didn't care. Ginny still wanted to be near the girl with emerald eyes.

"But, I am a nobody," Ginny whispered.

"Hey, can you pass me the smash potatoes?"

Ginny then noticed the girl with strange colored eyes next to her. With the short messy blond hair and how the girl looked, was rather hard to tell that she was a girl. The only way Ginny knew the girl was, in fact, a girl was that they were roommates. Yet, they haven't genuinely spoken to each other. Not until now.

"Uh, sure," Ginny said while passing the mashed potatoes.

"Thank you."

The girl smiled as she started to eat once again. Ginny looked at her and got particularly captivated by her.

"Uh, hi!" Ginny said, as the girl only tilted her.

"Hi?" The girl replied, with food still in her mouth.

"My name is Ginny! Umh, what is your name?" Ginny asked nervously and quite anxiously. It was an honest try to make friends with her. Only Luna, the unique girl, was someone she could consider a friend. Ginny wanted to open up to someone else and grew popular. Well, not popular, really. She just wanted to have friends. Ginny didn't want to be alone anymore.

"Ah, my name is Porpentina Scamander, just like my grandmother! But please, just call me Tina!"

"Nice to meet you, Tina!"

Ginny felt relieved that the girl was friendly enough to respond, but she looked at another table and got confused.

"Uh, do you have a brother?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, twin brother, Rolf Scamander in Ravenclaw."

Ginny then looked at the other boy across the room, on the Ravenclaw table, and saw perhaps, the cutest boy in all Hogwarts. He seemed so fragile and of gentle nature that one couldn't help but feel the desire to hug him. Yet, there was also that strange and rather peculiar aura around him. Rolf seemed to honestly dismiss the people around him. He was in his own world, and there wasn't a need to pay attention to the people who wanted to befriend him. Well, with one exception. Luna Lovegood was next to him, talking to him, and from what Ginny could see. The conversation was rather amusing since Rolf's face showed entertainment.

"He and Luna seem to be friends now," Ginny said, and Tina only tilted her head.

"Weird... he often ignores people. She must be quite funny," Tina said.

"Luna is a very unique individual."

"Mmhm, I guess," Tina muttered as the girl with unique color eyes then looked at Harriet and the friends around her. And hummed deeply.

Mm, I wonder why she feels different.

Tina thought since she had never shown any desire to talk or meet new people. Both Scamander twins were exceptional in many aspects. But one evident weakness, or rather, negativity in themselves, was that they did not like to involve themselves with people. Rolf liked books and learning more about magic, any type of magic. And Tina liked animals, just like her grandfather. She wanted to explore the world and search for more fantastic beasts.

So, it was strange for Tina to feel such an inclination to actually speak with someone who wasn't her brother. She could only wonder why.

"I guess there is a first time for everything," Tina whispered while finishing her meal.

"First time for what?" Ginny asked.

"Ah, nothing, just speaking out loud."

Ginny slowly nodded. But she realized that perhaps, time would be her best friend. She was still reasonably awkward around people. So, Ginny needed to get used to speaking with other people.

Maybe, I could use that book as a diary? It looks empty. But where did It come from? It was in my bag. Strange.

Ginny could only wonder as she decided to finish her dinner, return to her dormitory, and start writing her journal. The second-year begins now.