Hazel left Ron to snap out of his little state of... whatever that was.
She could feel a rush of adrenaline inside her. She was bursting to shout at the top of her lungs what she had just discovered about Draco. However, she couldn't do such a thing for it would compromise everything (and would also have her receive many strange looks in the school hallways).
So she headed her way back up to the balcony for some fresh air before dinner.
Despite Hermione no where to be seen, Harry was still outside. Sat on a little step by the ledge, he finished writing up a small note. Hedwig was already perched beside him.
"Haven't seen you in a while", she beamed at the snowy owl, now having calmed down a little from the overwhelming news she had.
She strode over to the two of them, gently petting Hedwig's soft head. She affectionately pecked Hazel's finger but allowed her to continue stroking her.
"She likes you", Harry said before standing up with the folded note.
Hazel smiled, rubbing the owl's back softly.
"What's that say?", she asked.
Harry waved the parchment and placed it securely in Hedwig's beak.
"Just summed up what you told 'Mione and I", he replied.
"It's off to Remus and Tonks. Figured he'll let the rest of the Order know afterwards".
"I hope the news doesn't worsen Molly. I don't think she's fully recovered from the Burrow situation", Hazel said through gritted teeth.
She began to fiddle with the hem of her charcoal jumper, worried that the news about Draco, the Vanishing Cabinet and the warning could either be too much or an overreaction.
Hazel and Harry watched Hedwig soar off into the darkening, misty sky with the note in her mouth. She flew ever so elegantly yet in a flash. When she was out of sight, the two dropped their shoulders.
Hazel leaned both her elbows on the ledge of the balcony, her back arching slightly and her head tilting down over the edge with her hair drooping down, allowing the cold yet oddly still wind travel down her neck. Harry stood next to her; one foot up against a small pillar and both his hands tenderly banging against his legs like a drummer.
"D'you find Ron?", he asked.
Hazel lifted her head up and chuckled a little.
"He's on something", she said shaking her head.
"How so?", Harry responded.
"Dunno. He said he's in love with Romilda Vane".
"In love?", he scoffed.
"Seems a bit exaggerated".
"You're telling me!".
"Just don't want Hermione to hear him like that".
Harry switched legs; now his left leg was leaning against the small pillar.
"Ron likes Hermione".
"Y'know, during our first couple years here they were... pretty contrasting people".
"They still are now!", Hazel laughed.
Harry replied with a small chuckle too.
"I know. But he's never spoken to me the way he has about her before".
Hazel smiled to herself.
"He best sort out his priorities then".
Harry let out a short laugh; he remembered Ron saying something a little similar in their first year.
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Shifted: Book Three
Fanfiction"You won't succeed!", she demanded. "You're going to fail and wish you had never looked so far into the dark". A chuckle slipped out from the opposite mouth. "Oh Hazel... it's only going to get darker". - Her secret is out... After the tragic loss...
