❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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LXXXIX. TO LET SOMEBODY GO
31:07 ─❁────────── 31:80
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❝You gave everything this golden glow
Now turn off all the stars 'cause this I know❞
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THE SKIES WERE BRIGHTENING OVER them, indicating the signs that summer was approaching sooner than later, and neither Lucia nor Harry was all that excited about it. Especially Harry, who had been thwarted, both in his attempts to find out what Malfoy was doing, and in his efforts to start a conversation with Slughorn that might lead, somehow, to Slughorn handing over the memory he had apparently suppressed for decades.
"For the last time, just forget about Malfoy," Hermione told Harry firmly.
They were sitting with Ron and Lucia in a sunny corner of the courtyard after lunch. Lucia, Hermione, and Ron were clutching a Ministry of Magic leaflet — Common Apparition Mistakes and How to Avoid Them — for they were taking their tests that very afternoon, but by and large the leaflets had not proved soothing to the nerves.
Ron gave a start and tried to hide behind Hermione as a girl came around the corner.
"It isn't Lavender," said Hermione wearily.
"Oh, good," said Ron, relaxing.
"You're a great prat, do you know that?" said Lucia, already giving up on using all her efforts on Ron as she didn't raise her gaze from the leaflet. "Break up. It's as easy as that. You're only going to hurt her feelings more if you keep up with this,"
"That's easy for you to say," said Ron, mumbling.
"Yes, it is. Because it is that easy," deadpanned Lucia.
"Harry Potter?" said the girl. "I was asked to give you this."
"Thanks..." Harry's heart sank as he took the small scroll of parchment. Once the girl was out of earshot he said, "Dumbledore said we wouldn't be having any more lessons until I got the memory!"
"Maybe he wants to check on how you're doing?" suggested Hermione, as Harry unrolled the parchment; but rather than finding Dumbledore's long, narrow, slanted writing he saw an untidy sprawl, very difficult to read due to the presence of large blotches on the parchment where the ink had run. Lucia peered over his shoulder to read, and her heart instant ached for Hagrid.
