Two – Letter and the Hogwarts Express
It was remarkable, how fast everything returned to normal after the events of the World Cup. Other than the Daily Prophet's headlines, the occasional news announcement on the Wizarding Wireless, or Mrs. Weasley's increased propensity for hovering over everyone. You'd have never guessed it even happened.
While Harry's thoughts did often drift to the injured girl, he'd allowed the chaos of the Weasley household to distract him. It was an odd sort of therapy.
It was a pleasant late morning, not too hot, or cold, perfect for relaxing outside with a hot cup of coffee. The sun shone brightly, reflecting off the left-over puddles from a touch of early rainfall. Being outside on days like this was amongst his favourite things. Even at the Dursley's, where he'd take to escaping to the park and finding a bench or swing to just decompress.
The sound of a bang and some cursed profanity from one of the twins, followed by a thorough scolding by Mrs. Weasley left him grinning. They should have packed their bags last night, like Hermione and himself did. It was far too anxiety inducing to handle all of it on the morning of the return to Hogwarts.
Then again, doing all of your school shopping on the day before returning to Hogwarts was a tremendously a different sort of nightmare. Diagon Alley had been absolutely packed. He'd been sorely tempted to accept Mrs. Weasley's offer of doing his shopping for him, but he wanted to visit a few stores outside of the usual.
A flash of white in the air caught his eye, it was easily missed in the bright summer sky, but he would recognize that figure anywhere. Hedwig was being very un-owl like by flying around at this hour. He suspected she knew the long train ride to Hogwarts was coming, and wanted to get some air time before she was cooped up in her cage.
Watching Hedwig fly reminded him of the letters tucked away in his chest upstairs. They contained the correspondence between himself and Madam Pomfrey regarding his newfound aspirations. The old woman was overjoyed at his chosen career path, having stuck an odd sort of friendship during his numerous, prolonged stays under her care.
She informed him that the required NEWTS were Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions and to his surprise, Arithmancy. That last one meant another letter, but this time to Professor McGonagall, requesting a subject change. In the meanwhile, to satisfy his curiosities, Madam Pomfrey had recommended him some reading material that he could easily acquire in Diagon Alley.
Hermione had found the subject requirements interesting, and he'd explained what Madam Pomfrey had told him when he wondered the same thing. Charm's and Transfiguration accounted for the vast majority of accidental spell damage. Defence Against the Dark Art's and Potions needed no explanations, but Arithmancy was used for the development of counter curses, and reversing curse damage.
Madam Pomfrey had made him an offer though that left him giddy with nervous excitement. She written that while she rarely took an apprentice, and usually only after they'd sat their OWLS. In the meanwhile, she'd be willing to teach him the basics in exchange for some menial help around the hospital wing. She'd joked that perhaps this way he wouldn't find himself occupying one of the beds with his head wrapped in bandages anytime soon.
The back door to the patio area opened and closed with the creak and bang of old, heavy wood. The unmistakable brown hair and navy jumper in his periphery gave away the identity of his new company.
Hermione's sat down beside him, her hair still wet and smelling like cinnamon and apples. She'd just come from the shower, he figured.
"What's got you so deep in thought?" she asked, the cold air misted as she spoke.
"Hogwarts… Classes… With Madam Pomfrey's offer, and how I'm going to squeeze in everything. It's going to be tough. I—I might have to drop Quidditch if it gets too difficult…"
Hermione loved seeing how thoughtful he was becoming regarding his own future, she couldn't help but feel it was the first true sign of him really coming into his own.
"You'll do just fine, and you know I'll always be there to help," she paused. "I think it's really sweet of Madam Pomfrey to offer you lessons, it shows that as much as she tries to get you out of the hospital wing, she really does care."
"She does," replied Harry warmly. "So, after Hogwarts, I'll hopefully spend some years apprenticing under her, or through St. Mungos, then it's two years of work as an apprentice healer at the hospital, followed by a final exam, and I'll be a fully qualified healer."
"You've got your roadmap, I'm glad to hear it Harry. I'm proud of you, you know that right?" The affection in her eyes was a testament to her honesty. He wasn't used to it, being on the receiving end of such sincere praise, and it left him feeling shy. It didn't help that Hermione looked stunning with the way the morning sun made her hair shine and reflected in her deep brown eyes.
Before he could respond, a hoot accompanied by the ruffling of flapping owl wings descended on them. It was a beautiful brown owl with a lovely pattern to its feathers. It carried itself with that owl-ish aristocracy in the same manner as Hedwig did. It's what separated the classy owls from the riff raff.
The owl landed on the bench's armrest and held out leg. There was a letter attached, held in place with a thing gold ribbon. A hoot from the regal owl urged Harry to accept the mail.
Harry unfasted the ribbon and found the envelope was of the embossed kind, his name was written in an elegant script, along with a return address.
Le cottage Delacour, Avignon, France.
"Help yourself to some food and water, right up through that window, it's my owls bowl, but she's out flying right now," said Harry, pointing to the kitchen window.
The owl hooted before flying and smoothly entering the Burrow.
"Who's it from?" queried Hermione, her curiosity had her leaning against the back of his shoulder, with her hands against him.
"It doesn't say, though I could hazard a guess with the return address being in France."
Harry peeled open the envelope and found a folded letter as well as a photo. He put the letter aside for a moment and focused on the photo. Hermione pushed herself even tighter against him, her hair tickled the nape of his neck, and the scent of her shampoo and body soap distracted him. He stamped down his reaction to having his beautiful friend as close and turned over the photo.
Like all wizarding photographs, the figures within moved. The contents drew filled Harry and Hermione with relief. It was the girl they'd saved, Fleur, awake and laughing as she sat in a hospital bed while trying to eat whatever concoction the hospital had decided posed as food. She scrunched her nose after taking a spoonful of a strange orange coloured jelly, all while her younger sister Gabrielle laughed at her plight.
In the left corner, at the edge of photograph, sat a woman in a comfortable looking chair. She bore a striking resemble to the two sisters and appeared young enough to be a third sister, but the warm and caring expression on her face gave away her position as their mother.
"Fleur is very beautiful," commented Hermione with a touch of awe.
"She is," agreed Harry. "I'm just glad to see she's doing alright… I mean, I know the healer said she would be, but it's nice to see, you know."
"I know," Hermione smiled at Harry, "I was worried as well."
Harry slipped the photo back into the envelope and removed the letter. He noticed it had a hint of perfume as he unfolded it. The same elegant handwriting filled a piece of classy parchment.
Dear Harry Potter,
I hope this letter finds you well.
My name is Fleur Delacour. You saved my life.
I wanted to thank you. You and the girl with the brown eyes saved me, and far more importantly, saved my sister.
Gabrielle means the world to me, so truly thank you. I do not know what I would do without her. Would you mind if I wrote you more frequently, and if she's willing, perhaps you could provide me with your friend's details. At least, I assume she was there with you. I'd like to thank her as well. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to show her this letter.
Also, I must apologise. I would have preferred to have done this in person, and later this year, I am sure the chance to do so will come. I will likely be selected to be amongst my school's nominees for the Triwizard Tournament.
But for now, please accept this letter and my promise that we will meet no matter what, whether I am selected or not.
It is a strange feeling, writing such a personal letter to a boy I'd never even exchanged words with. These things have never been a strong point of myself. I guess, if I want to get to know you, then it's only fair that you know me.
I shall begin with the simplicities, merde, this feels like the first day of school, bear with me. I am from Avignon, a small region in Le France., and attending Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons.
I write this letter from my room. Our home is a mountainside cottage, it's not large, but it is enough for a family. Behind my home is a vineyard, it's modest, and we don't sell much wine, but my mother greatly enjoys making it.
Some of my most treasured memories are of helping her pick the grapes. She always insisted we do it by hand.
'It will spoil the wine.'
Is what she would say.
I'm aiming to become an enchantress, or perhaps, if possible, a wandmaker should the opportunity arise.
My favourite colour is blue, but I'll admit, I find myself thinking of green a lot more these days.
I love seafood, and if you had le chocolat without sharing.
I'd fight you.
My owl, who delivered this letter, is named Zazu, yes, after The Lion King, and yes, I know he is not a hornbill. I have a little sister, she likes the Disney films, sue me.
I will soon be getting her a kitten as promised, and to honour the young man whose eyes gave me hope in my darkest hour.
I will name him Harry, and you can't stop me.
I've not many people in my life that I care for, and not many who care for me sadly.
But of those I have, they are amongst the best found anywhere.
And someday, I'd love to count the two of you amongst that small group.
Now you know a little something about me,
So, tell me, Harry Potter and currently unnamed second saviour of mine.
Who are you?
Sincerely, Fleur Delacour
P.S. I think my sister has a crush on you.
Harry heard Hermione laughing softly over his shoulder as she read the letter.
"I think we'd like her," chuckled Harry.
"I think so too."
"What does she mean by Triwizard Tournament?" queried Harry. He'd never heard of it before and it seemed like a pretty big event, especially if it somehow would serve to bring Fleur over from France.
"Hmm, I have read about it before, it's held between three schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons from France, and Durmstrang which is somewhere up north. Basically, a champion is selected from each school and must compete in three ridiculously dangerous tasks. It was stopped when the death toll became too high. Wait, you don't think she means it's coming back? And it's going to be at Hogwarts?"
"I think that's exactly what she means Hermione," sighed Harry. "Well, it's definitely not going to be a quiet year then… It seems mad to host a tournament known for its death toll at Hogwarts, after what we've seen."
"Maybe they've made it safer this time around at least," said Hermione, but clearly even she didn't believe that.
"I doubt it. Safety and the magic don't like to go hand in hand."
"Hmm, you're probably right," she sighed at what often passed for common sense amongst witches and wizards.
Harry folded the letter and slipped it back into the envelope. "We should pen a reply together. She mentioned chocolate, so I'll send it along with some chocolate frogs. Don't know if you get those in France."
"Let me get some ink and parchment."
The pair went back inside and dodged the hurrying Weasleys skilfully. Harry quickly retrieved a small box of chocolate frogs, he'd send more, but he didn't want to overburden the owl. He returned, squeezing passed Ginny on the narrow staircase and greeting her along the way. Hermione was already sitting at the table, busy with her inkpot and quills.
"Single letter?" asked Hermione, as he slid a chair back to join her.
"Hmm," he pondered aloud. "Let's rather let's keep it separate."
She nodded and handed him some parchment and stationery, before getting started on her own. Harry stared at the blank sheet in and dipped his quill in some ink. He paused before writing, wondering what to say. A drop of ink fell from the tip of his quill and stained the corner. He came to a decision and re-dipped his quill, ignoring the smudge, and began to write.
Dear Fleur,
Thank you for the letter.
I can't express how happy and relieved I am to hear that you're alright. Despite overhearing the healer say you were stable, but with the amount of blood you'd lost we couldn't help but worry. It really was a frightening.
There was always that voice in the back of my mind, when alone, when it was quiet, that whispered 'What if's?'
What if you were too late?
What if she'd lost too much blood?
What if there was another curse that you'd missed?
I am truly happy that my worries were proven wrong. Thank you for sending the photograph. It really helped it sink in.
I'm not usually this straightforward when it comes to girls, to be honest, I'm pretty crap most of the time.
But I have to say, you are very beautiful, and from what I saw in the photo, and the little I've seen, you have a lovely family.
I'd send you one in return, but unfortunately, I don't actually own a camera, and with this household's chaos this morning, I'm a bit reluctant to try and locate one. Though if the opportunity arises, I'll be sure to put it to use.
My close friend, Hermione Granger, previously unnamed second saviour, was with me when your letter arrived and is currently penning her own for you. She has an amusingly serious expression. I imagine she's going over every word a thousand times.
Now to respond to the second half of your letter.
I'd love to get to know you, and like you, my circle of loved ones is small, but I'm certainly open to growing it.
I'm going to do the same as you did, and I agree, it does feel a bit a bit awkward.
I don't think I have a favourite colour, but if I had to choose, red? I'm a Gryffindor after all, or perhaps blue, it's a calming colour.
At Hogwarts, Gryffindor is the house of the brave and daring.
I grew up with my relatives on my mother's side, and return there for some time every year, but Hogwarts is my true home. It's a big, drafty castle, but it's filled with braziers that are lit on cold days and nights. Our common room has this couch right by the fireplace that you could fall asleep on.
You're always surrounded by magic there. Especially with the castle's unique brand of charm, like the moving staircases that try to make you late for class, or an annoying poltergeist who believes practical jokes to be his life's, or I guess, death's calling.
But it's home, and I love it.
My favourite food is perhaps a nice big slice of shepherd's pie, and on the desert side, nothing beats a treacle tart.
On to the owl, I've never seen The Lion King, perhaps we could all see it together in the future. I never get a chance to watch many films.
I have a talent for finding myself in sticky situations, and have given my Head of House, one too many grey hairs in the process.
By the way, as you've mentioned a love of chocolate. I've included a little something for you, I don't know if you've had them before, or if they're even available in France. If you've not had them, be careful when you open it, they jump, and if you're not fast enough. It'll escape.
I'm going to let my owl, Hedwig, carry the parcel, she can fly alongside yours. I don't want him to return with the extra weight, especially after he'd made such a long flight.
Until the next letter.
I hope to hear from you soon,
Yours truly, Harry Potter
P.S. Don't compliment Hedwig, she's vain enough as is.
Finished with his letter, Harry folded it and slipped it into an envelope which he penned with Fleur's name along with the address which he recalled was written on her letter.
"Ready when you are."
"Almost."
Psychic as always, Hedwig swooped in through the open window.
"You know, it's very uncanny how she does that Harry," pointed out Hermione, slightly perturbed at the owl's timely arrival.
Hedwig was immediately distracted by the trespasser, eating from HER bowl. She hooted menacingly and ruffled her feathers. "Be nice", chastised Harry, while rubbing her head.
She switched her gaze onto Harry, and relaxed, but quickly returned to staring at the interloper.
Fleur's owl took her scrutiny in stride, not even the least bit perturbed. Which likely rankled Hedwig further.
"Ok, enough of that, come here."
With a single flap of her wings, his owl landed gracefully on the table in front of him. Harry attached the letter to her leg before holding out the parcel for her to grab on to.
He pointed towards the other owl. "This is Zazu, I want you to follow him. The letter is for Fleur Delacour, I've written her address on the envelope, but Zazu is her bird, so he will know where to find her. If you get tired, let him carry the parcel for a while, alright?"
At this Hedwig nipped his finger, how dare her human assume she couldn't handle it. "Ouch," he shook his hand. "Don't be stubborn."
Her point made, she grabbed the parcel and waited for Hermione to finish attaching her letter to Fleur's owl.
"Oh, who's this for?" asked Mrs. Weasley, curiously, having come down the stairs to find the pair of owls readying themselves for the trip.
"Fleur," answered Harry, as he removed the photograph to show her. "The girl we saved at the world cup. She wrote to thank us and let us know she's recovered. We just finished penning her reply."
"That's lovely dears, they look very happy," cooed Mrs. Weasley. "It was terrible, what happened that night. I'm glad she and her sister are alright."
"Us too, Mrs. Weasley", smiled Hermione, with a whisp of pride.
"Hold on to that photo," said the Weasley matron, knowingly. "She looks like a wonderful girl. Oh and dearies, once you're done here, grab your bags. We're about to leave for the station, wouldn't want to be late and miss the train."
With that said, she walked off to finish collecting the rest of her flock.
"Ok Hedwig, time to go, now rest when you're tired," Harry fixed his attention on Fleur's owl. "You too, slow and steady wins the race."
Both owls stared at him before hooting once and taking off through the window.
"Let's get going as well" said Harry,
"Alright there Ron? Looking a bit exhausted," chuckled Harry as their friend joined them, while dragging his heavy trunk behind him. His hair was a mess, and his jersey was on inside out.
"Shut up Harry, not all of us are packed the night before," fired Ron with a tired, but good-natured huff.
"Come on guys," pushed Hermione from behind them. The pep in her voice further drove in Ron's plight.
"Alright, alright, don't push," laughed Harry as Ron sighed.
Finally settled in a carriage of their own, Ron decided sleep was what he needed most and immediately put his head back and closed his eyes. Hermione fished out a book and Harry decided to join her, by going through some of the reading material Madam Pomfrey had recommended for him.
Hermione smiled as she peaked at Harry and decided to get more comfortable. She kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet up on their seat, leaning herself against Harry's side. It was rather intimate for 'friends', but neither of them were going say so.
Harry eyed the title of his book, 'Diagnostic Charms – The First Step, 12th Edition by Elana Rowle'. It brought back memories of being under Madam Pomfrey's care, she always waved her wand over him a few times and scowled at whatever damage his sheer idiocy had resulted in. He smiled when felt Hermione shift in place as she tried to find the most comfortable position. Relaxed, he opened the book.
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
To students of the craft.
I've compiled this compendium of diagnostic charms during my final years, as my legacy and contribution to the art of healing.
This note is to serve as advice, and as a warning.
Do not let the ease of charms be your crutch. Your mind, your eyes, your observations, these are first and foremost, your greatest assets.
Charms are merely tools, methods to glean information.
So, while they are a necessity, take this to heart, you must understand them, and gain the insight to use them effectively.
Time is not often the ally of a healer, to waste it casting unnecessary charms, could cost you your patient.
In healing to learn from your mistakes is to experience loss, so learn from our mistakes, and perhaps, you may never have to learn from your own.
Decisiveness, Integrity, Fortitude, Patience, and Commitment.
These are the traits that embody a healer.
See to it that they embody you.
I wish you the best.
With you in Spirit,
Elana Rowle,
Head of St. Mungos, Department for the Development of Counter-Curses (1954 – 1977)
Harry pondered the woman's words and felt emboldened. He couldn't help but feel that he made the right choice. Turning the page, he delved into the world of healing, completely losing focus of his surroundings.
A particularly useful spell caught his eye.
The Bone Holding Charm
Incantation: Ossa Sentire Fricabis
Description: Allows you to feel the bones as if you are holding them and sliding your hands along their surface. Used for finding clean cracks or breaks. While hairline fractures can be found this way too, this is highly dependent on the skill of the healer, and their experience at recognising them.
Note:Intricate knowledge of skeletal structure is crucial for effective use.
Wand motion: A counterclockwise circle, by a forward thrust. Please see diagram. On completion of forward thrust, drag the wand steadily along the length of affected area.
Ron's snores, and the turn of pages, along with Hermione's breathing were the only sounds in the compartment. He appreciated the silence as he visualised the movements in his mind, moments later, he blinked in realization. He'd seen Madam Pomphrey perform this one.
This carried on as is for at least an hour and came to a stop when they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Being nearest, Hermione answered stood to answer. It was the old woman with the snacks cart.
"Anything from the trolley dearies?" she asked, cheerfully.
The commotion and presence of food woke Ron from his sleep. Harry suddenly remembered the joke he'd made regarding purchasing a ton, like he'd done in their first year.
Harry put his book aside and stood to join Hermione at the door. He gave the woman a friendly smile and pulled out some Galleons. "You know what ma'am, we'll take three of everything, please."
"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione. "What are we going to do with that much?"
"Are sure, sweetie?" asked the lady, to which he nodded before answering Hermione.
"We'll eat it of course, and by we, I mean all three of us." His matter-of-fact tone had her shaking her head in frustration.
"Oh man this takes me back," came Ron's excited voice, practically drooling as the woman started handing over sweets upon sweets.
"You can't have this many sweets, what will it do to your teeth?" Hermione attempted the dentistry approach.
"Hermione... We can literally vanish teeth, drink a cup full of Skele-Gro, and get them all back good as new by morning, so clearly this is a non-issue."
"Well then, what about diabetes?"
"Really, diabetes, even I know that it isn't caused by eating sugar," he mused.
Ron watched them go at it, already making his way through a box of every flavour beans. The sweets lady said her goodbyes once it was all handed over.
"Fine then, stomach-ache?"
"Hmm, fair enough, but there are potions for that, if you get one, we'll just go via the hospital wing. And If we split this, the likelihood of that happening is much lower, than say, Ron and I having to eat far more to make up for your share."
He smirked. "And you have been studying for hours now, so have I, and the brain needs sugar to function, so by not eating this, you are in fact hampering your own education."
Hermione gaped at the argument. She sighed. "Fine…"
Harry grinned triumphantly and handed her a slab of Honeydukes Finest.
She resignedly accepted it, all while struggling to hide the amusement which tugged at her lips. As she unwrapped the gold foil, she thought of her life until this point. With her parents being dentists, she'd been raised to avoid sugar where possible, and she's always lived by it. It's why she preferred sugar free gum, and usually opted away from the sweeter deserts. It was just another nail the coffin of her childhood self's mediocre ability at making friends.
She really was terrible at that… Always coming on too strong, or too condescending, or trying to convince the other kids to read or do schoolwork. It never really occurred to her, that they didn't enjoy academics the way she did. A big part of making friends, is finding some common ground, something you both enjoy, unfortunately for her, finding that commonality was difficult. She'd always try for what she enjoyed, which turned out to not be what the other kids enjoyed.
By the time she'd realized where she went wrong. It was already too late… She'd established her reputation. So, she returned to her safe place, in books. She found acknowledgement through her academics, which only served to ratify her position as the 'know-it-all' and as much she tried to mask it. She was alone, and it hurt.
Then came Halloween, her first year at Hogwarts. Crying in a bathroom. She'd hoped Hogwarts would be different, a fresh start, that maybe the reason she couldn't make friends before, was simply because she'd been in the wrong place until then.
It wasn't. Ron's comment after that charms class was the final nail, she'd tried to make friends, and the reaction was the same as always. Nothing was different, at least at home she had her parents, but in a boarding school where they wouldn't even be able to get to her on their own, where she couldn't even call them telephonically, she felt more alone than she'd ever felt before.
When she stepped out of that bathroom stall, it was after she'd come to a decision, she was going to ask Professor Dumbledore to send her home. She loved magic, but the thought of spending seven years away and alone was too much.
And then there was the smell, a sour, awful smell. She wasn't alone in that bathroom, and the hulking behemoth of a troll was in her mind, the universes way of putting her out of her misery, a final kick to the side. She was going to die, on what was already one of the worst days of her short life. It couldn't even be something painless, no she was going to be squashed to death.
Then came Harry, a boy who while having never been rude to her, or dismissive of her, also never sought her out, or invited her along. It always felt like he was just being nice, because he was well… nice. Behind him was Ron, she could say the reason she was here in this situation in the first place was him, but honestly, he was just the straw that broke the camel's back. And besides, whatever his reasoning, in the end he came to help, and that mattered.
Shocked at their sudden appearance, she had been too slow to react to Harry's call to move. What followed next would stick with her for the rest of her life. They say there's a fine line between bravery and stupidity, with the only difference being the outcome. She's learnt that when it came to Harry, that line is paper thin, but somehow, he manages to come out on the side of bravery.
It was a shell-shocked Hermione that watched Harry clean troll boogers off his wand, as if he hadn't been hanging, and dodging a trolls club while being hung upside down all of twenty seconds ago.
The next morning, she was shocked and overjoyed when they pulled her in, and their little trio was born. Hermione and her two idiots, brave and noble, but idiots. Though, they're her idiots, and she wouldn't trade them for anything. Even Ron, lazy, untidy, talks with his mouth full, when push comes to shove, he'll be there. What more can be said for someone who is terrified of spiders, but walks into an acromantula lair, or into a basilisk's den for his sister.
What mattered most to her though. Hermione Granger wasn't alone anymore, in fact, she found two friends who would go to the ends of the earth for her, sure they had their ups and downs, stupid arguments blown out of proportion. But she knew, if she really needed them, they'd be there.
"Hellooo, you in there Hermione?" Ron flicked an every-flavour bean at her.
She blushed, snapping out of her thoughts.
"Sorry, I spaced out."
"See, this is why you need the sugar," responded Harry in full seriousness, as if he wasn't just trying to get her to eat sweets.
With a mock glare from her, he relented with a laugh, which just made her laugh. "Fine," she surrendered to his nagging. "But I'm not eating any of the bug looking ones."
Harry laughed at her put out expression. "Deal."
"There's still the feast waiting at the castle by the way," said Hermione, nibbling on her chocolate.
"We'll find space for it, don't worry."
Ron nodded along, happy with his situation.
The trio spent the rest of the trip enjoying each other's company, Hermione having let loose and indulging in what the wizarding world considered candy.
Harry couldn't have been happier, with his two favourite people, on his way to his favourite place, and with a new goal in life.
"What's got you distracted?" asked Hermione, noticing his silence.
"Nothing," he smiled contentedly.
Hermione stared at him for a second, shrugging him once against his side when she realized what he meant.
"Interesting ain't it though, Malfoy hasn't rocked up once this trip, or was I asleep and missed it" observed Ron thoughtfully.
"No, he didn't come, strange, he usually can't resist during the train rides," pondered Hermione aloud.
"I think I know why, but I'm not saying," teased Harry.
"Come on Harry, you can't just leave it like that," Ron complained, annoyed at kept in the dark.
His friends eyed him expectantly, waiting for him to spill the beans. Harry thought back to the encounter at the world cup, and if he was right, and Draco was interested in Ginny, this could mean a step in the right direction for him. Ginny wasn't someone who would date a bigot, and if he was to have any hope, he'd have to let go of his prejudice.
Draco could become a better man, and Harry wasn't going to ruin it by setting Ron on a warpath. But he would be cautious, while the potential for something good to come out of it was there. Until then, to say Draco had not been the best person would be a severe understatement.
"Let's just say I noticed something, and leave it at that alright," stated Harry, his tone clearly emphasized that he was not going to clarify.
"Fine," snapped Ron testily, knowing he would not get anything out of Harry, at least for now, so he resumed his sugary feast.
With Ron distracted again, Hermione met Harry's eyes, understanding the question within them, Harry mouthed, "later."
The matter settled; they switched over to lighter topics, which was interrupted by some commotion outside of their compartment.
Harry stood up and slid the door open to investigate. What he came across had him both sickened and furious. A pair of older girls were dragging a third girl out of a nearby compartment by her hair, while a fourth accomplice tossed the girls luggage out after her.
They circled her and jeered insultingly, one of them held up what appeared to be a magazine. She laughed and tore to shreds before throwing the bits of paper at the downed girl. Harry couldn't make out what they were saying, but the hurt expression on the victim had him storming down the passage with his wand out before he realised what he was doing. He barely noticed Ron and Hermione call out after him.
When one of the girls saw him and his furious expression, she went for her wand. Quick as he was, he had her disarmed before her hand fully left her pocket.
"What the fuck do you three think you're doing?" he snarled, wand at the side, though it wasn't pointed at them, the speed he cast the disarming charm had the remaining two assailants wary of trying for their own wands.
He felt Hermione behind him before he saw her move past him, already at the downed girl's side. She helped her up and dusted her off before throwing a scathing glare at the three older girls. She pushed past them, knocking one of the as she brought the victim to safety behind Harry, and now Ron, who stood next to him, wand also drawn.
"What the hell is going on here?" Barked a new voice.
Harry turned, and found a pair of prefects, and thankfully, ones he was somewhat familiar with.
"Cedric."
"Penelope."
Harry and Hermione voiced simultaneously, each acknowledging the prefect they were better acquainted with.
"Harry, what's going on?" asked Cedric, with a calmer voice as he gestured towards the drawn wands.
"There was some commotion, came out of my compartment to find those three tossing—" he pointed at the girl who was being bullied, and only then realized it was the girl from the Weasley's house, "uhm, Luna? here out of her compartment by her hair, before they tore up something and threw it at her."
Cedric moved towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You alright there Luna?" he asked caringly, clearly knowing the girl.
"A little dusty, you'd think the express would be cleaner," suddenly her expression fell. "That was my only copy of this month's quibbler, I haven't finished reading it either."
The other prefect, Penelope, who he recalled dated Percy, had her wand out, and flicked it towards the scraps on the floor. She summoned them and repaired the issue before handing it back to Luna.
"It won't hold permanently, since it was so torn, but it should be long enough for you to read it at least," she smiled tenderly.
Penelope was a Ravenclaw, and recognising Luna from her house, she was partially aware that the girl underwent bullying, but had no idea it reached such extremes. She swore to watch out for her at least for this year until she graduated.
"Thank you," responded Luna appreciatively, accepting the newly repaired magazine. In a world of her own, she immediately opened it and began reading.
Harry couldn't help but find this amusing.
"You three, come with us," ordered Cedric sternly of the three older girls.
"So that's it? You're just going to believe them?" complained one of them.
"That's it exactly, I trust Harry, and I trust Luna, she wouldn't go looking for a fight, and she also wouldn't side with whoever was in the wrong, so yeah, I believe them, now hand over the wands, and get moving."
"And I believe Hermione wouldn't be a participant in bullying either," said Penelope, looking at her younger friend.
"Thanks Penny, appreciate it," responded Hermione, happy about the affirmation of her character.
Harry focused on Luna. "Why don't you come sit with us for the rest of the ride, just follow Hermione."
The aforementioned girl placed a hand on Luna's shoulder, she motioned towards their carriage. "This way".
"Ron and I will get your bags for you, just relax, and please help yourself to whatever snacks you see, we've got plenty."
"I think I'd like that very much, Harry Potter," said the waifish girl, meeting Harry's eyes for the first time.
She followed Hermione off, to grab her bags. Meanwhile the prefects began escorting the three bullies off to whichever teacher was available on the express.
Harry stopped them for a second to thank them.
Cedric waved off his thanks. "Don't worry about it, Harry, see you at you Hogwarts. I should be the one thanking you, Luna is a childhood friend, I appreciate you watching out for her, I try, but I can't be everywhere."
"I'll keep an eye on her," offered Harry.
Cedric smiled at this, both he and Penelope, or Penny as Hermione called her, gave him and Ron a polite parting greeting before walking off with the three.
Harry and Ron made their way back to the carriage, to find Hermione listening as Luna give an explanation on something called a wrackspurt. Luna clearly enjoyed the sweets, having as it seemed gone through at least a few of them.
Hermione's confused expression had both Ron and Harry holding back a laugh. Ron almost voicing out the name "Loony" but having held it back on account of the bullying she had just gone through.
"They can't be real though, I mean there would be some evidence at least, right?" Hermione looked towards Harry, and Ron, hoping for confirmation.
Harry eyed the two faces, both looking at him expectantly, and thought about what little he overhead of the explanation.
"While I can't say yes, I can't say no either. Think of it, Hermione… A few years ago, both you and I had no idea magic even existed. If someone told me back then, that dragons existed, or that unicorns were assholes to guys, I'd have thought them barmy."
Hermione sighed. "I see what you mean Harry, but it just sounds so farfetched."
He shrugged. "So, do redcaps and hinkypunks."
Ron chuckled. "Man's got a point."
While she still had her doubts, Hermione was willing to take a step back. "Luna, while I can't stop myself from being sceptical, I will try to keep an open mind."
"Thank you," replied the short girl, happy with the outcome.
Harry smiled at this this. "Great, and Hermione, if you're right and something doesn't exist, then that's that, but if it does, you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"When did you get so wise?" she teased, thinking back to some of the more ridiculous things she's encountered in the magical word.
"I'll have you know; I've always been wise. It's you lot that took your own sweet time to notice."
"The Nargles agree with him," said Luna, throwing in her two cents.
"My sincerest apologies. I am clearly not perceptive enough," giggled Hermione.
"Alright, alright, you three, we're almost at Hogwarts, and we still have a lot of these to get through," came Ron's voice, holding up a box of every flavour beans.
Luna looked excited, Hermione fearful, and Harry amused.
They spent the rest of the trip getting to know the younger girl. It turned out that she used to be best friends with Ginny, and that she lives alone with her dad after her mother's passing years ago. Her dad was something of a researcher, explorer, magizoologist, and journalist, and would often go on trips in search of extraordinary creatures, taking Luna along. They funded it all through their magazine, The Quibbler.
Harry understood why people would consider her "Loony" but couldn't help but find her oddness refreshing.
Hermione on the other hand struggled, every odd statement or explanation Luna offered, wreaked havoc with her logic-based understanding of the world. Though noticing the girl had a clear lack of friends, she was reminded greatly of herself, and developed a feeling of kinship with the strange little oddball.
They also noticed, Luna had a monstrous sweet tooth, this all the more made Harry happy that he had bought the sweets, even if cheering up this girl wasn't his initial intent.
"I think we're nearing Hogsmeade," said Hermione, as she observed the landscape outside their window. "Why don't you boys step out while we get changed, then we'll swop."
Stepping off the train onto Hogsmeade Station will always be amongst one of Harry's favourite moments. Previously it was always more the coming home aspect of it that he loved, now he couldn't help but see it as the path to his future as well.
Getting settled in the Hogwarts carriage, Harry noticed Luna hadn't gotten in yet. "Ride with us up to the castle?"
A small smile accompanied that faraway look in her eyes as she climbed in, and they began moving.
"You know, this is a lot like having friends." Her soft voice tugged at the heartstrings of the trio. Ron may not have experienced the loneliness that Harry and Hermione had growing up, but that didn't mean he couldn't be empathetic.
He spoke up before either Harry or Hermione could respond. "If you'd like, you could always join the three of us, I mean, if you want, wouldn't mind if you wanted to hang around us, I think I speak for all of us—" he glanced at them, "we'd like it if you were our friend."
Embarrassed at the look of surprise Harry and Hermione had, "I mean, just if you want," he sputtered.
Luna couldn't believe it, she eyed the three of them one by one, and seeing the agreement with Ron's words, she gave them the biggest smile she's had in years.
"I think I'd like that."
The trio didn't realise it, but they'd just made one of the best and most loyal friends of their lives.
They had to separate once they'd arrived at the great hall. Luna having made her way to the Ravenclaw table. The trio noticed how separated from the rest she was, and all three wished she could have stayed with them.
"That was very sweet of you Ron, asking her to be our friend like that," commented Hermione, as they neared their seats.
"I agree, I'm glad you did that Ron," said Harry with a pat on Ron's back.
"It's just, I used to call her Loony you know, and when we were all kids, and she used to play with Ginny, I wasn't great to her, used to tease her and Ginny, kid stuff, but seeing how they treated her on the train. That ain't right, nobody deserves that man, and she's strange sure, but she's still nice and all," he mumbled and trailed off as he took his seat at the Gryffindor table.
"I'm proud of you Ron, that was very mature," complimented Hermione, surprised at his explanation.
Ron blushed at the praise, mumbling a shy, "thanks."
They were quickly joined by their housemates who greeted them as they took their seats or walked past to sit with their friends further down the table.
"Great summer guys?" asked Harry seeing the rest of his year.
Glad to see each other again, they eagerly began recalling their summers to each other. Lavender gushed on about the beach fronts she went to with her family, Parvati spoke fondly of her trip to India to visit family, and neither Dean nor Seamus had gone anywhere special, same as Neville. Though Neville did go into detail about some plants he'd acquired over the break. Some of which sounded more dangerous and bizarre than Harry expected, but if Neville enjoyed it, who was he to judge.
Their short catch-up session was ended by Dumbledore taking a stand at the podium.
"Welcome, welcome, I hope you all had an uplifting break. In a minute Professor McGonagall will be bringing in the first years for their sorting. I trust you will all be welcoming towards the new additions to your houses, as I am sure all of you remember how scared you all were when you first arrived in these halls. With that said, Argus?" Dumbledore signalled Mr. Filch to open the doors.
They got to enjoy the Sorting Hat's latest rendition to his annual song, along with the rest of the ceremony. Once every first year was placed in their respective houses, and everyone was given a minute to welcome them. Dumbledore took the stand once more.
"Now that all are seated, I have a few announcements to make before we begin our feast. First of all, I'd like to welcome back Professor Hagrid, who after some difficulties near the end of last year, will once more be teaching Care of Magical Creatures."
Hagrid stood as they applauded him, and sat again once Dumbledore resumed speaking, several announcements later, the only one really of interest being the placement of a retired veteran auror for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position.
"Lastly, for the final and most exciting announcement, I first unfortunately have to inform you all, that Quidditch will be cancelled for the year—"
He was interrupted by the immediate outcries of the student body, booing and demanding he bring quidditch back.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore yelled, putting a stop to their dissent, his voice overpowering the collective.
"I've yet to finish. As I said, Quidditch will be cancelled for the year, the Department of International Cooperation, with the minister's consent, has decided to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament!"
Whispers broke out amongst the tables, as the ignorant voice their confusion, and the few who knew their history answered through their shock. Dumbledore ignored it all as he continued with his announcement.
"The Triwizard Tournament is a competition between three schools, Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. The purpose behind meant to foster and nurture relations between the schools and their respective nations. The schools will each have a single champion representing them in three exceedingly dangerous tasks. For those who will be considering entering, note that there will be an age restriction. Only students of age will be allowed to compete."
Another order of "Silence" was necessary to stop the second outcry by the students that night.
"The age restriction was decided upon after careful consideration. The tournament is far more dangerous than any of you would expect. It was previously stopped when the death toll became unacceptable."
"Death toll?" came Ron and Neville's simultaneous whisper.
"Yes, death toll, many champions have died, and in the worst cases, members of the audience were also killed. Do not take this lightly. The prize for winning will be 1000 Galleons, and eternal glory."
Now—" he suddenly shifted away from the ominous tone. "The students along with their headmaster and headmistress respectfully, will be arriving on October 30th, with the selection of the champions taking place a day later on Halloween."
"On a final note, please be warned, the tournament is not for the faint of heart. So, take heed, once you are selected, there will be no withdrawing, you will be forced to compete. So do not enter if you are unsure of yourself or lack the resolve."
"With the announcements out of the way, I think it's time I stopped holding you back from eating, so to end off on a more cheerful note." Dumbledore clapped his hands, signalling the appearance of the food on the tables. "Let the feast, begin!"
"Wish you could enter Harry?" queried Ron as he began piling up his plate.
"Not a chance in hell, I've got more than enough on my plate this year. I feel bad for Angelina, but I'm actually relieved quidditch was cancelled. Don't know how I would have squeezed all the training sessions in," explained Harry.
"Remember how stressed I was last year?" Hermione asked of Ron. "With taking all the classes, Harry's practically doing the same thing."
Ron baulked. "I do not envy you mate, mad is what you are."
"Maybe, but I reckon all healers are, have to get started somewhere, don't I?"
Harry looked up and noticed Nearly Headless Nick float over, having introduced himself to the first years at their table. Ron moved on to a Quidditch conversation with Seamus, something about the last season and the Cannons prospects this time around, to Seamus's chagrin.
"Good evening, Sir Nicholas," greeted Harry on the ghost's arrival.
"Good evening to you as well Mr. Potter, you know it is really lucky that the headmasters' announcements went on as long as they did. There nearly wasn't a feast."
"Really? What happened?" queried Harry.
"Well Peeves of course, went into a right tiff with the rest of us about being allowed into the feast. Now you can imagine what a disaster that would be. When he was denied, he decided to cause chaos in the kitchens, carried on until the Baron put a stop to it," sighed Sir Nicholas exasperatedly, "every year it's a one or other thing with that poltergeist when it comes to feasts, the headmaster really should do something about him, and I think after this night, he just might."
He took a deep breath, an odd thing, Harry mused. It wasn't as if ghosts needed air.
"Poor house elves were in a right state I tell you, they really worked hard to get the feast done in time, bless them."
"House elves!? Here at Hogwarts?!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Well of course Miss Granger… Who did you think does all the cooking and cleaning? Certainly not Filch."
"They get paid right? Vacation? Days off?" demanded Hermione, both her palms flat on the table as she leaned forward in outrage.
"Goodness no, they would hate that, house elves are sentient yes, but they don't want for these things. To a house elf, work is purpose, unlike with us, a house elf works for the sake of work. To them it is the reward. They've been offered remuneration before, many times, and by many witches and wizards. They always refuse, and even worse, see it as an insult, as if you're undermining their purpose in life."
"But still, this is slave labour…" trailed off Hermione, pushing her food away dejectedly.
Sir Nicholas sighed; it wasn't as if he couldn't empathise with Hermione. "House elves don't think of themselves as our servants, but more along the lines of family members. Miss Granger would your mother demand payment of you for taking care of your needs?"
"No, but…"
Harry chose then to speak up. "Hermione, how about we find one or two of the elves later this week, hear it from them as well? But for now, you need to eat, it won't do anybody any favours if you go hungry, please eat? For me?" he asked, pushing her plate back to her.
She looked into his eyes and saw the plea and care for her wellbeing. She ducked her head and reluctantly picked up her cutlery again.
"Alright," she said softly.
Though she would not let the subject drop completely. "But what about their treatment? The self-punishments?" She asked, dejectedly.
"Merlin's beard Hermione, only the worst sort of person is cruel to their elf," voiced Neville from beside Ron.
"He is right," said Lavender. "I love our elf Daisy, she was so much more than a servant growing up, she was incredible, the most caring nanny you could ask for. Practically a second mum."
"I understand guys, but something needs to be done about the ones who abuse their elves, those elves need protection."
"Agreed, if you can think of something, I'm sure everyone here will be behind you," said Neville, to a round of nods from those in earshot.
"Thanks, it means a lot, and thank you Sir Nicholas, for taking the time to explain."
"You're most welcome my dear, if there's one thing being a ghost gives you, it's plenty of time."
They finished their meal, Harry of course indulged in the treacle tart. Hermione, decided to give it the benefit of the doubt, and continued eating, even if it was at a more subdued pace. Ron having ignored the conversation in its entirety, with him and Seamus absorbed in their debate. The rest of the feast was filled with small talk and a resumption of their summer breaks recollection from before.
Later that evening, on their arrival at the Gryffindor common room, Harry decided to call it a night, he had a meeting with both McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey the next day.
Ron had already gone up to the boy's dorm, saying his goodnights.
Harry stood there with Hermione at the base of the stairs which led up to their respective dorm rooms. "Thanks Hermione, for listening to me earlier." He thought about all the times he's gone to bed hungry at the Dursleys, and regardless of whatever reasons or cause it was for, he didn't want that for her.
"Hmm what about, oh you mean about eating, I should be the one thanking you, Harry."
"It's nothing, I just, didn't want you to go hungry is all," he said softly.
Hermione noticed the pained look in his eyes, and realised there was more to his insistence than he let on. She had her suspicions but was too afraid to ask. She hoped that someday he would open up to her about it, but regardless, she swore to be there for him.
To his surprise, she wrapped him up in a hug which was unlike her usual hugs, this one was soft, far gentler.
Harry reciprocated and held her tightly, basking in her warmth, the negative emotions brought up from his momentary recollection washed away. "Uhm Hermione, not that I'm not grateful for the hug, quite the opposite, why though?"
"I just wanted to ok," came her muffled voice from his shoulder.
He squeezed her tighter, loving the way she felt in his arms.
Finally releasing him, she stood far closer than she had been before. "We should head upstairs; you've got a long day ahead tomorrow."
"You're right, see you down here before breakfast?"
"See you then."
Harry smiled softly at her. "Goodnight, Hermione."
"Goodnight, Harry"
He made his way upstairs and freshened up before settling in bed. As he lay there, listening to the soft snores of his roommates, he couldn't help the excitement he felt for this year. His upcoming work with Madam Pomfrey, and his growing feelings for Hermione, even the letter tucked away in his trunk with the photo of the beautiful French girl crossed his mind. It was with an exceptionally good mood that he finally fell asleep.
END CHAPTER TWO
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