Four – The Start of Something Great


Hermione watched Harry at the breakfast table, the air of excitement emanating from him was almost visible. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sudden sound of flapping wings accompanying the arrival of the morning mail.

Remembering the letters they'd sent to Fleur, both Harry and Hermione looked up hoping to Hedwig. To their joy, they saw her signature beautiful white feathers amongst the owls as she entered the hall already on her way to them. She landed between the pair, hooting once before leaning into Harry's hand as he pet her.

She held up her leg for him to remove the attached letters. Harry unfastened them and fed Hedwig a rasher of bacon and pushed his glass of water towards her before handing Hermione the envelope with her name.

Within, his own he found the letter along with what appeared to be two photos, he unfurled the bit of parchment, deciding to read it first.

Dear Harry,

Before I start, you have a very beautiful owl and I offer my sincerest apologies.

I ignored your instructions, oops, my bad, sorry not sorry.

I was about to leave for school when she arrived, so I brought her with me. This way she can easily find me here.

Now onwards.

Thank you for replying to my letter, and for the gift. I enjoyed both, and to answer your question I have not had them before, chocolate frogs aren't common in France, at least not that I've seen, but I am sure they can be found.

And since you've now introduced my sister to her new favourite confectionary...

As delicious as they were, and as amusing to eat, I only had one of them before my maman called me, giving my sister the opening to make off with the rest.

The thief.

On top of her thievery, I am now tasked with finding more of them or face the soul crushing look of disappointment Gabrielle would give me if I failed her.

Perhaps I will learn the charm behind this, it would be fun to make chocolates and animate them. Maybe I could make them fight each other.

If the one chocolate ate the other chocolate, would it just be a bigger chocolate?

A chocolate deathmatch, winner takes all.

I digress, back to the letter.

I can see Hogwarts is dear to you. I'll try to keep an open mind when I am there, but to be honest.

I greatly dislike the cold, so I'm not too sure I'd be fond of the castle hallways or Scotland in general but sitting near a warm fireplace with a little blanket on a cold night sounds lovely.

Beauxbatons is nothing like this, it is beautiful yes, but in a fantasy way, much like a fairy-tale palace, with its arched coloured glass windows, and the most exquisite paintings adorning the ceilings.

There are fountains everywhere, and many of the outside walls have flowering plants growing on the sides of them.

My favourite spot is in the old wing. There is a small courtyard that not many go to, with this beautiful fountain statue of a winged angel pouring water on the garden.

It's where I am sitting right now, penning this letter to you.

Someday perhaps you could visit France and I could show it to you in person, in the meanwhile there is a photo along with one of Harry, not you, the other Harry, the cuter Harry.

Ah, you mentioned being a seeker, is quidditch your goal for the future? If you haven't decided, I think you'd make a great auror. When they were investigating the attack, they took a copy of my sister's memory. I saw it, and you were very good, so was Hermione.

Then again aurors all end up as sour old, grizzled people, so rather not…

For the poltergeist issue, there is a charm to stun one, ask your professors about it, or I could teach it to you when I am there?

By the way, I was a bit confused about something you said. What do you mean by 'staircases that try to make you late for class?'

The more important matter next.

THIS HERESY MUST BE ADRESSED.

Soufflé au chocolat is better than this treacle tart you speak of.

The carriage we will be arriving in has a kitchen so I will make it and prove its superiority to you.

We will be arriving near the end of October, only two months before I get to meet you and Hermione properly. I just have this feeling, that I can trust the two of you, that you'd never let me down.

I barely know either of you, but when I was laying on that ground, I saw something in the two of you, something that I just knew I wanted in my life.

I hope the two of you would come to feel the same about me.

My time for now is up, and I must be getting to class, so until next time.

I eagerly await your response,

Yours Truly,

Fleur Delacour

P.S. I can't complain about these 'Gryffindor' tendencies you speak of. Honestly, I am glad for them, it's what brought you to me.

Harry smiled, he couldn't help but agree with her, there was something about Fleur that he liked, though he definitely included her sense of humour. Folding the letter closed, he placed it back in the envelope and removed the two photos.

The first showed a secluded courtyard. It was pretty small, only a few metres wide with a half circle fountain making up the one side. There was a little bench across from the fountain, with a bag and blue hat on it.

It was a gorgeous, he could understand why it was her favourite.

It was the second photo which really struck him speechless. Fleur said it was of the kitten, but she hadn't mentioned that it was of her and her sister, with the kitten between them. The pair were sitting on the floor with the kitten between them. Gabrielle was using a string with a little animated mouse at the end to play with it.

Though it wasn't the kitten he was focusing on, it was Fleur. She was sat there sideways with her legs folded, wearing a light blue blouse tucked into a brown skirt. It was the look on her face though, that drew him in. She just sat there, but the little smile and care in her eyes as she watched her sister and the kitten had him breathless.

She was stunning, he knew this, but it was the expression that just highlighted it and really made her beauty shine.

"Photos?"

Harry looked up at Hermione's question, he blushed when he realised he'd gotten so absorbed in the photo.

The blush piqued Hermione's curiosity, now interested in the pics she sent him.

"Can I see?" she asked, holding her photos towards him to trade.

"Sure, why not," he agreed, trading his with her.

The first of hers was the same as his, the courtyard photo, but the second differed. It was of a library. Harry chuckled at this, trust Hermione to get a photo of the Beauxbatons library. He couldn't deny, it was definitely prettier than their library, a lot more ornate with floor to ceiling windows providing natural light, but from what he could see, the Hogwarts library was bigger.

Meanwhile Hermione stared at the photo of Fleur in the same way Harry was. She watched her smile at her sister and the kitten.

Even though she now knew this is what Harry stared at, she didn't find herself jealous. Maybe it was because Fleur was putting as much effort into getting to know her as she was in getting to know him.

The night of the world cup, Harry didn't make the connection when she admitted that the veela song affected her... What that meant in regard to her interests. Though she wasn't going to spell it out for him, at least not yet.

She was snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Harry's chuckle.

"I want to know what you're laughing at, but for some reason I also don't…"

Harry met her eyes, and she could see the humour in them.

"Just the fact that you've already gotten a photo of their library, it's so you, but I like that. It's endearingly consistent," he teased.

It was Hermione's turn to blush; she plucked the photo from his hand. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to compare the school's facilities, Harry," she defended with a small huff.

"I never said there was," chuckled Harry. "Come on, let's get going, I want to do some reading before meeting Madam Pomfrey this afternoon."

"Library?" asked Hermione.

Harry glanced at the photo of Fleur's courtyard sanctuary. "Hmm no, let's find the closest Hogwarts has to offer," he said, holding it up for Hermione to see.

She nodded. "When do you want to send our replies? Oh, maybe we can ask Colin to take a picture or two for us to send?"

Harry appeared thoughtful for a second. "Sounds great, we can ask him tonight, see if he knows a place I can owl-order a camera for us to use and we can send Hedwig off with our replies tomorrow, let her rest the night."

He grabbed a pair of apples and placed them in his bag before the pair began moving off in search of a spot.

Hedwig looked up from Harry's breakfast plate and watched them leave, having spent the time stealing the remainder of his bacon.


The pair had strolled around the school in search of a quiet spot, before stumbling upon a little outcrop of boulders not too far from the lake.

"How about here?" asked Hermione as she strolled around.

"This is pretty nice actually," said Harry, surveying the little corner they'd found. "There's no fountain, but it's quiet, and there's sitting place. You know, if we didn't find anything, or if we need more privacy. There's always the chamber of secrets."

"I do want to see it sometime if you're alright with that? I didn't want to ask."

"We can, it's honestly just damp and cold, and it probably stinks with the whole dead huge snake," shrugged Harry.

Harry set his bag down, getting his books out. "What's the time by the way?"

Hermione checked her watch. Her parents having gotten her a pretty, mechanical one for her birthday when she mentioned the whole electricity and Hogwarts thing. She didn't have the heart to tell them that there are enchanted wizarding alternatives that never need winding.

"Just past eleven, do you think Ron's finally out of bed?"

Harry laughed. "Doubt it, he really can sleep in when he wants to." He opened his book.

"Which one are you reading today?" Hermione peered over curiously.

Harry placed his finger between the pages before closing the book and turning the cover over for her to see.

Basic Anatomy – Understanding the body by Robert McNabb

"The book on diagnostic charms kept making references to tissues or body part details I'd never even heard of. I was cross-referencing so often that I realised it made more sense to get a better understanding before I continued with it," explained Harry.

"That makes sense, in a way the cross-referencing can help too, I usually remember things better when I've had to research them. But I'll let you get back to it," said Hermione, as she got her own books out.

Harry walked into the hospital wing, and saw the Matron speaking to a younger girl who he was pretty certain was the other Greengrass sibling.

They noticed his entry, the girl focused on him and peered at him curiously, clearly wondering what he was doing there when Madam Pomfrey spoke up.

"You can leave your stuff in my office Mr. Potter, but bring a book and quill, then I'd like you to join us here," she said and indicated her office door before returning her focus to the girl sat on the hospital bed.

Harry nodded and followed her instructions, placing his bag beside the cabinet in her office before heading back to them.

Acknowledging his presence, Madam Pomfrey introduced the two.

"Mr. Potter, this is Miss Astoria Greengrass, you will be seeing her regularly during your time here."

Harry gave the girl an awkward smile, noting her clear confusion.

The Matron turned to her and explained the reason for his presence. "Mr. Potter intends on becoming a healer, and I have agreed to take him on as an apprentice."

The girl was clearly stunned at this revelation, she looked at him wide eyed as the woman continued.

"On the rare occasion that I am not present, you will be able to approach him for refills on your potions. Now I understand if you are uncomfortable with this, and if you would rather him not be around when you attend your appointments, which is alright, but I would appreciate it if you allowed him to remain. He is here to learn, and your privacy will be respected. I am holding him to the same standards that I expect of any healer."

The girl appeared thoughtful for a moment, before she smiled. "He can stay Madam Pomfrey."

Harry noticed her voice was soft, almost weak, nevertheless he smiled back and thanked her for agreeing.

"Thank you," he said meaningfully.

She smiled sweetly at him, before returning her attention to the Matron.

"Mr. Potter, take notes, we are far from touching on this area, but I see no harm in explaining," she looked at the young girl for approval, at her nod she continued, "Miss Greengrass suffers from a very rare hereditary blood malediction. She gets fevers and fatigue, loses weight easily, is ill often, has regular nosebleeds, and bleeds and bruises easily among other symptoms."

"Her blood malediction is unfortunately currently incurable, so all we can do is manage the symptoms."

Harry nodded, he was saddened by the girl's state, but unwilling to show pity in his expression, he understood that it was often unwanted.

"You will be seeing her here when she comes in for her check-ups and the refilling of her potion regiment." She took the small box of vials from the side table. "For now I will set them aside before she is due to collect them, but to explain, in here are blood replenishers, thistle draught which strengthens the body's ability to fight infection, and a weaker concoction of pepper-up which can be taken regularly."

Harry looked up, having written it all down, and added a note to read up more on it. He was certain it sounded awfully familiar to him.

The Matron didn't say it, but she was happy with how serious he was being.

She turned to face Astoria again. "Thank you for allowing me to explain it to him Miss Greengrass, now you can take this." She handed the box to the young girl. "There's enough for two weeks, I'll see you again when it runs out."

"You're welcome, Madam Pomfrey, I'll be going now," the girl answered, before facing Harry. "Good luck on becoming a healer, Harry Potter."

Harry smiled as she began to make her way out. "Thanks, and thanks again for letting me stay."

"It's ok, bye then." She waved as she left.

Harry waved back and turned to Madam Pomfrey once the door closed.

"You are starting on a good foot Mr. Potter, now I don't have much for you today, but come here."

Harry followed her as she walked towards a storage cabinet. She opened the cabinet and took out a set of aprons as well as other safety equipment.

"These are for you." The storage cabinet was near a desk that he couldn't recall being there. "They will be stored here once the house elves have cleaned them. I am giving you a key to it; you can also leave your bags and school stuff in here if you'd like."

"The desk is also for you. You need a space where you can work and I'd rather you not take up one of the hospital beds."

"It's brilliant. Thank you, Ma'am," said Harry, happy to have his own little area here.

"You're welcome, Mr. Potter, now I will allow visitors to come see you, but not when we are busy, and not when there are patients that need to rest."

"That's fair," he nodded.

"Good, now tell me where you've read until."

"I've gotten through most of the book on diagnostic charms, I've been cross-referencing it with the anatomy text, and I've gotten through around a quarter of that book. I want to go through anatomy at least a second time before I start on any others."

Madam Pomfrey appeared thoughtful for a moment, before she asked, "What's the charm for locating an internal bleed?"

Harry answered immediately. "Sanguis Exhaurire Invenire, and you have to repeat it as you hold your wand firm against the centre of the tiny bone at the bottom of the sternum then do a clockwise twist of the wand followed by an anti-clockwise twist. If you perform it correctly, and there is a bleed. Your wand will feel a pull towards it. If you feel a pull in more than one direction, then there are multiple bleeds."

"Very good, now what do we do if there are multiple bleeds?"

Though he was nervous, he knew he's read this and took a second to recall the answer. "You follow the pull in one direction first, recast the spell when you reach it, then follow the pull to the next bleed and so on."

"Well done, keep it up, we'll get into resolving the bleeds further down the line, we'll be using an enchanted dummy for you to practice on. Continue as you've been doing for now, I have a meeting with the headmaster soon, so I'll end things here. We'll meet a few times in the week, Professor McGonagall provided me with your timetable, so I know when you'll have your free periods."

"Oh, one more thing, I mentioned that you can call on a Hogwarts elf, I've already instructed them to answer, just say that you are in need of an elf, and one will come."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"You're welcome, now go on, relax a bit, spend the rest of the day with your friends. You have a tough year ahead of you."

"Yes ma'am," responded Harry. He stopped before leaving.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"Thank you for making me your apprentice, it really means a lot, and I won't let you down," said Harry, appreciation clear in his voice.

"You're welcome, your attitude towards healing reminds me a lot of myself when I was younger, and if I am right, you won't let me down," explained the woman.

Harry steeled himself, warmed by the trust she's placed in him. It felt good, knowing someone believed in him. His childhood often included adult figures who treated him with scorn or disbelief, a by-product of the stories the Dursleys had spun of him being a problem child.

His complaints were never believed, and the fact that he had to dumb his answers down at school so as to not score above Dudley only further reinforced the opinion his teachers had about him.

So, to have an adult so explicitly say they believed in him, and trusted him, meant a lot. Sure, there was Professor Lupin, but even he seemed to try and hold Harry at arm's length. The man was one of his father's best friends and shared so little of it with him. And as much as Sirius would love to, he couldn't be near Harry, being a fugitive and all.

He knows that there are people who believe in him, most of all Hermione. But it's not something he is used to from authority figures.

"Take this with you." The Matron's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

She held out a small book. "My first set of notes from my healer training. I'll provide you with more when we get there."

Harry took the book, it was well maintained, with a label that said, "Notes 1" and "Poppy Pomfrey", he placed the book in his bag. "Thank you, Ma'am, I'll take good care of it."

"You better." She smiled. "Now get going."


Harry had made his way back to the common room immediately after dinner, having met up with Ron and Hermione there. He was lucky to find the spot near the fireplace open, the evenings had been getting a bit chilly, so the spot had become rather sought after.

The trio sat down, Harry and Hermione had their writing materials out, already penning their letters while Ron was working on the solutions to a little chess problems book Hermione had gotten him. The sort of chess puzzles you'd find at the back page of newspapers, along with wordsearch and other games.

They'd just gotten started when the older Creevey walked into the common room.

"Colin!"

Hearing his name being called, Colin motioned for his friends to go up without him before heading over to the trio.

"Hi Harry, Ron, Hermione, you called me?"

Hermione gave the younger boy a little wave, while Ron just grunted, absorbed in his little chess book.

"Yes, do you mind doing us a little favour? We need a photo or two taken, maybe just one of the three of us and one of the common room?"

"Sure, no problem, Harry, let me just fetch my camera," said Colin, as he began moving towards the staircase.

"Oh, and Colin, do you know if there is a place I can owl-order a camera for myself from?" asked Harry.

"There's one in Diagon that you can order from, Lester's, I've got their brochure in my room you can have, I'll just get a new one when I order film again."

"Thanks Colin."

"Anytime Harry," replied the boy eagerly, heading up to fetch his camera and the brochure.

Hermione chuckled while he was gone. "He is still your biggest fan."

Harry groaned, "don't remind me, at least he doesn't randomly take photos of me anymore."

It was another minute or so before Colin returned with a different camera to the one Harry remembered. He handed Harry the brochure.

"You want me to take the photo like this or do you need to move first?"

"Like this is fine, that a new camera Colin?"

The younger boy nodded enthusiastically. "My dad got it for me for my birthday, it works like a polaroid camera, saves me a lot of time on developing."

Colin moved himself into place before lining up his camera and taking the shot.

The flash blinded them for a second and snapped Ron out of his focus. Colin handed the photo to Harry; in it you could get a clear view of the trio with the fireplace in the backdrop. Harry was seated on the bigger couch with Hermione closely beside him, some scattered bits of parchment on a small table in front of the pair. Ron was sat on the smaller couch next to them on the right. You could feel how cosy the common room was from the picture.

While they were preoccupied with that photo, Colin had moved back, framing them along with the rest of the common room and taking the second without informing them.

Only once the flash had gone off, did they realise.

"Sorry Harry, saw the opportunity," he said sheepishly as he handed over the second photo.

This one was even better than the first, though it was further out. It showed a picture of what the common room looked like on a regular evening. The few people scattered about, talking or playing some card games in their little groups. The fireplace highlighting the Gryffindor reds spread throughout. In the back you could see Hermione leaning against Harry getting a closer look at the photo in his hands. While Ron had gone back to his chess conundrums.

"They're brilliant Colin, thanks, I'll get you some film when I order."

"Thanks Colin, they're really nice," said Hermione, speaking up from her spot beside Harry.

"You're welcome, Hermione," said Colin, before turning his attention back to Harry. "Don't worry about it Harry. I don't mind, is it alright if I ask why you wanted the photos though?"

"They're for a friend, we're sending them to her. It's why I want my own camera; we'll be sending her more."

"Ah, well if you need help any help, just ask, wizarding cameras can be a bit finicky."

"Will do, thanks."

Colin left them to peruse the brochure.

There were quite a few models, it turned out that Colin's was one of the cheapest, that's why it had such a big flash. There were some really expensive ones that were more like muggle cameras from around the 60's.

Even though it was pricey, he really didn't want to carry around a big clunky thing, so he decided to splurge. He pointed at a particular camera that caught his eye. It was a polaroid as well, but he couldn't be arsed to deal with developing photos.

Hermione looked at the one he was indicating. "I think my grandad actually has one that looks a lot like that, but it's really expensive, are you sure Harry?"

"I'm sure, I want something that is easy to carry around."

"That makes sense, Colin's is definitely cumbersome. Don't forget, you need the materials as well."

"I'll send Hedwig off first with our letters, and then you can use a school owl to send the order. If Hedwig knew I used one, she'd be pretty mad."

Hermione chuckled, having been witness to Hedwig's jealousy before. "Sure, we can do that."

Harry grabbed a little piece of parchment and wrote down his order before filling out and attaching a Gringotts cheque with the amount. He had no idea these were even a thing until recently, they worked exactly the same as muggle ones. The Goblins had their own methods to validate their authenticity, and they had limits on them. So, someone couldn't force him to just write out a cheque for all the money in his vault.

"Let's finish out letters for Fleur, then call it a night?" said Hermione as she grabbed her letter. Harry nodded his agreement and picked up his quill to continue where he left off.

Dear Fleur,

Now I know, if Hedwig gets any vainer, I am laying the blame on you.

You're welcome, I'm glad that you and Gabrielle enjoyed the chocolate frogs. I'll be sure to send some more once we get to go to Hogsmeade. There should be at least one weekend before September ends.

Since Hedwig was able to find both your school and your home, I'll send some for your sister as well.

Beauxbatons sounds brilliant, from what you've shown us and described, it must be pretty.

Hermione and I spent the morning trying to find our own little sanctuary at Hogwarts, though it definitely isn't the same as yours. We found a nice little quiet area near the lake. There's no fountain, but I think you'd like it, if you dressed warmly enough…

Thank you for the photos. It's nice, these little snippets into your life.

The end of October isn't that far away, I do wish it was sooner, or that they could have chosen a better date. The choosing of the champions is right on Halloween, and if the last few years were any indication, that night is jinxed.

Especially at Hogwarts.

The first time involved a troll, the second, a frozen cat, creepy voices and writing on a wall, and the third had a suspected killer find his way into the school.

So, Halloween is bad.

On aurors, I think they're cool, I have a lot of respect for them, but it's not what I want to be. Had things gone differently, I might have aspired to become one.

What I want to be is a healer. I've already begun working towards it, the Matron here at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey, took me on as an apprentice, and I spend most of my free time these days studying up on it.

I'm actually glad for the tournament. As much as I love playing quidditch, all the training is very time consuming, and I'm already going to be stretched as is, with classes (I've swapped courses), and my healer studies.

So quidditch being cancelled is a good thing for me, not a good thing for Angelina though, she would have been captain for the first time, and I know she was really looking forward to it.

I won't complain that it's bringing you here. I speak for both myself and Hermione. We can't wait to meet you properly.

In a way, you were what brought the idea to become a healer to my mind, and once it was there, it was all I could imagine myself being.

To your other questions.

I usually avoid Peeves, the poltergeist, but I'd be happy to have you teach me the spell. I think it can wait until you arrive.

Staircases at Hogwarts aren't all normal, you have to see it. Let's just say, they move, and not like muggle escalators.

Since we're shouting through letters.

IT'S NOT HERESY IF IT'S TRUE.

I will try this chocolate thing of yours, and you will try a treacle tart.

And we will see.

Fleur, this feeling you speak of. I think we're feeling it too, I find myself counting down the days until we meet. I've also noticed Hermione brushing up on French, so you are definitely on her mind too.

Until then, we will have to make do with letters and photos, I've included two for you. They're both taken in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and I are at one side, and our friend Ron on the other.

I would have done more, but I asked a friend to take them, and I'm reluctant to use too much of his supplies. I am ordering a camera for Hermione and me to use though.

If I keep writing, the letter will probably be too heavy for Hedwig to carry, so I will end it here.

Until the next.

Yours Truly,

Harry Potter

P.S. I am sure you will complain about my "Gryffindor" tendencies before the year is up.

Wager on it?

"Finished," said Harry, folding his letter and placing it in an envelope along with the photos.

"You can place yours in here as well when you're done Hermione."

"I'm nearly there, just signing it," answered his bushy haired best friend.

Harry noticed the book from Madam Pomfrey sticking out of his bag and recalled Astoria's case. He opened his notes, and read over them before asking Hermione, but he needed to do it in a way that didn't break Astoria's privacy.

"Hermione, I read some of Madam Pomfrey's notes and something stood out to me." He was lying a bit, but it was the only way he could think of doing it.

"What was it, Harry?" asked Hermione curiously.

"There's this blood thing, like a curse, it causes fevers, fatigue, weight loss, the person is often ill, they have regular nosebleeds and bleed and bruises easily. Oh, and it's hereditary," explained Harry. "It just sounds familiar to me, but I can't place it..."

Hermione appeared thoughtful. "It sounds a bit like leukaemia Harry, but I'm pretty sure Magical's are very resistant to cancers though, maybe it's like a breakthrough case thing?"

"Leukaemia? I wonder how much magical healing knows about muggle medicine?" pondered Harry.

"Probably not much actually, I mean think about it, muggle medicine improved rapidly since the world wars. The wizarding world is also very slow to update itself accordingly, and even if muggleborns were to become healers, you can't just go to medical school without any having done muggle academics beforehand."

Harry heard her reasoning and had to agree. He thought about reading up more on leukaemia and then speaking to Madam Pomfrey about it. Though he was unsure on the Greengrass's stance on muggles, they didn't come across as bigots. Maybe they could have Astoria checked out by doctors.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Your parents are dentists, right? Could they find me some books on muggle medicine? Cancer and such?"

"I'm sure they can, do you want me to ask them?"

"Please, I'd like that, I'll send them the money for it, can't think books like that are cheap."

"Sure, Harry, don't worry about it though," said Hermione, folding her letter and adding it to the envelope before handing it to Harry.

He addressed the letter and sealed it with some wax, before turning to face his redhead best mate.

"Ron? Up for some chess?"

The boy in question looked up at his name, and grinned. "Sure, want to try some of the moves I got from this book."

Harry chuckled, knowing he was about to get his ass handed to him. The trio relaxed for a while, Harry and Ron playing a few games of chess while Hermione got back to studying.

It was a content Harry that eventually made his way upstairs to bed and fell asleep with one of his healer's books on his chest and his glasses on his face.


END CHAPTER FOUR


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