Antheia got ready for the day as quickly as possible and left the dormitory without saying a word to Lavender and Parvati. Hermione ran after her, still slipping her shoes on.
They caught up to Harry and Ron halfway across the common room as they all headed towards breakfast.
"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Hermione, "you look absolutely - Oh for heaven's sake."
She was staring at the common-room noticeboard, where a large new sign had been put up.
GALLONS OF GALLEONS!
Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?
Like to earn a little extra gold?
Contact Fred and George Weasley, Gryffindor common room,
for simple, part-time, virtually painless jobs.
(We regret that all work is undertaken at the applicant's own risk.)
"They are the limit," said Hermione grimly, taking down the sign, which Fred and George had pinned up over a poster giving the date of the first Hogsmeade weekend, which was to be in October. "We'll have to talk to them, Ron."
Ron looked positively alarmed.
"Why?"
"Because we're prefects!" said Hermione, as they climbed out through the portrait hole. "It's up to us to stop this kind of thing!"
Ron said nothing; Harry could tell from his glum expression that the prospect of stopping Fred and George doing exactly what they liked was not one he found inviting.
"Anyway, what's up, Harry?" Hermione continued, as they walked down a flight of stairs lined with portraits of old witches and wizards, all of whom ignored them, being engrossed in their own conversation. "You look really angry about something."
"Seamus reckons Harry's lying about You-Know-Who," said Ron succinctly, when Harry did not respond.
Hermione, who Harry had expected to react angrily on his behalf, sighed.
"He's not the only one ..." said Antheia.
"Lavender thinks so too," Hermione said gloomily.
"Been having a nice little chat with her about whether or not I'm a lying, attention-seeking prat, have you?" Harry said loudly.
"Actually, I told her I'd rather sleep in the Shrieking Shack than in a room with someone as ignorant as her," Antheia said coolly.
"It would be quite nice if you stopped jumping down our throats, Harry," said Hermione calmly, "because in case you haven't noticed, Antheia, Ron, and I are on your side."
There was a short pause.
"Sorry," said Harry in a low voice.
"That's quite all right," said Hermione with dignity. Then she shook her head. "Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the last end-of-term feast?
Harry and Ron both looked at her blankly.
"About what?" Antheia asked.
"About You-Know-Who," said Hermione. "He said his 'gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust -'"
"How do you remember stuff like that?" asked Ron, looking at her in admiration.
"I listen, Ron," said Hermione, with a touch of asperity.
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Butterfly Effect ; H. Potter
Fanfictionantheia lupin couldn't believe the burden she had on her shoulders simply because of an event years ago. she hated even more that dumbledore had come up with a clever name for her situation. this left her thinking, "why couldn't that bloody butterf...
