Summary: If a greater force chooses to meddle with the chain of events we thought was final there is no telling what could happen. Things may change more than thought possible. A re-telling of the canon.
Rating: R
Categories: Alternate Universe
Characters: None
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: Meddle - The Series
Published: 2007.09.09
Updated: 2008.01.12
Meddle by melkior
Chapter 8: Chapter 7: Twists and Turns
Author's Notes: When Quirnius Quirrell first stepped on the Albanian ground he never even suspected the turn his life would take. What he sought was experience. How can one switch from being a Muggle Studies professor to a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher without prior experience.
Albania seemed like a perfect place to get the very same experience. The Land of Eagles located in the Southeastern Europe is a country that only recently overturned the communist regime and was still dealing with the consequences. As such it had a rather undeveloped Wizarding community since it was hard to keep it hidden. This left the country as a free zone for magical creatures, many of them dark.
Lethifolds, Kelpies, Pixies, Trolls and Werewolves roamed the country freely - a rather dangerous, but very tempting playground for a young and perspective man like Quirrell.
The only problem was that the 'experience' sought him first. And this is where the fact that he was naïve and weak-willed started to matter. Many Humans live their lives pleasantly with these characteristics and they never present a problem. This all comes crashing down when you are presented with pure evil.
It does well in ones life to learn the difference between hate and evil. One is easily mistaken for the other. If their personifications existed they would be a strong, forceful and rather dumb, large man for hate and beautiful, well-mannered, devious and highly intelligent woman.
Destruction seen in wars is hate, not evil. Pure evil is elegant and subtle, it uses hate as a tool but it never becomes hate itself.
So when pure evil decided to catch its weak prey, it was really no fight at all.
Each new appearance in this world is followed by a small tilt to the hand of balance. Not every tilt is equally strong, and not every tilt is real. Some tilts are only potential for the further disruption, or restoration of the balance.
When Tom Marvolo Riddle came into existence the hand remained in place. It hadn't tilted until Fate decided to meddle. When Harry James Potter followed, it only showed potential to turn back.
When Love decided to add her own touch, the hand did something new. It twisted, creating an S-shaped form.
And it is a well know fact that it's easier to move something, than it is to straighten it.
Two children sat on a couch in a small warm room, snuggled close to each other. It was decorated in red and gold, with a small fur rug between the couch and the lit fireplace. There were no doors on the room. Only a small window, but the darkness outside rendered it useless.
When Harry and Ginny first entered the Gryffindor common room, they immediately loved it. It was a bit crowded because of all the new students, but it still felt comfortable and warm. The time they spent in it writing a letter to Remus, was even better than their time on the train-no one tried to interrupt them.
So when they entered the land of dreams once again, they decided to try a little experiment. If they could make objects appear in their dreams, maybe they could change their surroundings too. The final result was this minimized, private version of the common room.
"We'll have a lot of explaining to do," Harry said, caressing Ginny's hand absentmindedly.
"I know. But, we can't let them know. But even if we did, I don't think they'd believe us," Ginny replied with a small frown.
"Then we won't tell them anything. I think I like your first approach."
"I don't know? That saved me from a lot of trouble from my Mum. Let's just hope it works here."
"You know, I'm more afraid of what the Professors might ask me than my brothers. I can deal with my brothers easily. Especially since I broadened my repertoire after Remus' lessons," she finished with a smile.
"I am not going to argue with that. And as for Professors, just tell them you don't know. I actually wonder if they're going to ask you anything."
"Harry!" Ginny said suddenly, turning to face him. "What if they ask the Sorting Hat? What if it tells them about us?"
"Oh! I haven't thought about that." He tried not to look concerned but it wasn't easy. "I don't really think it’ll tell anyone. It just doesn't seem right."
"I guess you're right, I just hope they let us be. I waited so long just to take your hand, and when it finally happened, it was wonderful. But before this, things were simple…" she trailed off with a sad smile.
"I know. But I wouldn't trade what we have for anything else in the world," he told her as he kissed her hair.
"Neither would I. We really have something wonderful, don't we?" she asked looking expectantly at him.
Harry looked at her and opened his mouth to give her a reply, but what came out was something completely different. "I like your eyes." Then he blushed and quickly looked down.
Ginny beamed, and snuggled even closer, though it didn't seem physically possible. "I'm glad you like them, I like yours too," she said softly. If she was blushing too, she didn't care. This was her Harry and whatever happened to her, even a simple blush, she could share it with him freely. Anything else would feel unnatural.
Harry felt the same way, though his thoughts weren't as organised as Ginny's, and they haven't reached so far. But the emotions behind them were the same.
"So, how does it feel to be at Hogwarts a year early?" he asked her.
"The only difference between being here this year or next is spending time with you. But mind you, it's a big difference. As for the rest… Well, I still think my brothers, Ron especially, will have a hard time accepting this."
"That really sounds complicated," Harry replied.
"It isn't really. I am the youngest, and the only girl. That makes them protective. But Ron is a different story. He seems, well, jealous. I don't know why. But he's really hot headed. We all are. I hope it'll pass quickly."
"What if it doesn't?"
"Then he'll have to deal with us. What about you? How does it feel to be here?" Ginny asked.
"I was really looking forwards to Hogwarts. Not only to see you, but also to learn about my world. But then Remus came to pick me up and I guess that changed things. At first Hogwarts seemed like this really great place where I could be myself, I guess. But after moving to Potter Manor…"
"I think I understand, Harry. But still, you're happy to be here, right?"
"Of course I am! Now, let's go lie on that rug-that looks like fun."
"OK, but you’ve got to catch me first," she said and started running around the couch.
Their laughter filled the small imaginary room for the rest of the night.
"There! Look at them!"
"Who?"
"That girl who got sorted without putting on the hat."
"And he's with her. Look at his scar!"
The murmurings followed the young couple wherever they went. It seemed like everyone wanted to see them. All the attention they got slightly disturbed Harry, enough so that they almost got lost. In the end it was Ginny's quick thinking that saved them from almost entering the forbidden third floor corridor.
Both of them were slightly disappointed when the classes started. All the teachers only talked about theory and no spell casting was involved. The first day of school wasn't really much to their liking and they eagerly awaited the practical lessons that were supposed to follow.
Their second night at the castle was also bothersome in a way. It all started after they returned from Herbology. It was their last class of the day and they went to the common room. They were walking slightly apart from the other first years. Ginny's brother, Ron, was following them and throwing them weird looks. He actually looked confused. Harry thought about trying to include him in conversation, but Ginny was still mad at him for his outburst the day before.
Once they reached the common room they settled on a couch, but not too close so they wouldn’t rouse suspicion. They started a quiet conversation about classes of the day.
Soon Ginny's twin brothers appeared almost out of nowhere.
"Well, who do we have here?" the first one asked.
"Ickle Ginnikins and her friend," the second said.
"Fred, I believe it's time to see if Ron was telling the truth."
"I agree. Introduce us to your friend Ginny."
"OK, enough you two. This is Harry Potter, I met him on the train yesterday." She turned to Harry. "This is Fred and this is George."
"Blimey! He really is..."
"...Harry Potter!"
"We thought Ron was pulling our leg."
"Yes I am," Harry said with exasperation in his voice.
"Sorry mate! We just wanted to meet you," Fred apologized.
"Yeah, we didn't want to bother the two of you. Carry on." And with that they left.
But if Ginny and Harry thought that was the end of the Weasley invasion, they were wrong. Ron was the next to approach.
"Erm, hello! I'm Ron Weasley, we met on the train. I just wanted to introduce myself properly," the red-haired boy said offering his hand.
"Hi. I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you," Harry replied shaking his hand.
"Well, I'll just leave you then..." he said shooting a glance at Ginny.
"You can stay if you want to," she said slightly mollified.
"No that's OK," and with that he turned and left.
What was that about? Harry asked.
I have no idea. He acts so strange sometimes.
One more brother had to make an appearance to complete their night. "I see you have found a friend Ginny. Would you care to introduce us?"
"Yes," she said with a quiet sigh. "This is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my brother Percy."
"Good to meet you Harry!" he let go of Harry's hand. "Now Ginny, have the Professors told you anything about your sorting?"
"No they haven't. If they do, you'll be the first to know."
"Ah, very well then. Good night to you both, I have some rather important prefect duties to attend to."
He has to put his nose into everything as he sees fit.
He's only looking after you Ginny.
You know, I used to believe that, now I'm not sure any more.
Harry just shrugged. He could see Ginny's memories of her relationship with her brothers, but with his background he had trouble interpreting them.
"Let's go to bed Harry," Ginny said. There's no privacy here.
Harry quickly agreed and they retired for the night.
Next day passed quickly and soon it was time for their first Transfiguration lesson with their Head of House. Both Ginny and Harry were eager for the lesson, since they heard that there wouldn't be only theory, but some practical application too.
Professor McGonagall turned out to be strict but fair. She demonstrated some of the possibilities of transfiguration, and all of the children were impressed. But once the first practical task was given, many of them lost their enthusiasm.
Turning a match into a needle wasn't an easy task and Harry and Ginny decided to work together.
You first Harry, that way both of us can concentrate.
Harry repeated the wand movements and the incantation carefully and was surprised to see his match turning silver. It wasn't a needle yet but he made some serious progress with his first try.
Ginny, seeing Harry's success took her wand and tried it for herself. The only result of her action was one spark emitted from the tip of her wand. Harry concentrated on her actions to help her. Her next try wasn't any better. Getting more than a little frustrated she tried again. This time the wand let out a small wisp of smoke. Fortunately for her, no one noticed.
I did everything right! Why won't it change?
I dunno Ginny. Calm down a little bit and try again.
She took a deep breath and tried again, this time trying to force all of her magic into her wand. The result was spectacular. While the match stayed exactly the same, her wand turned red in her hand and started smoking. Afraid, she threw it on the floor, it hit the ground, and broke in half with a small bang.
All the eyes, including their teacher's, turned to the source of the noise and to the two distressed children.
"Miss Weasley! What do you think you're doing?" asked McGonagall in a firm voice.
"N-n-nothing Professor," she stammered. "I only tried to change the match into a needle and then this happened."
"Hmm," the Professor said picking up the wand. "I'm afraid this wand cannot be used anymore. I have no idea how you managed to do this, but from the state of your wand I presume this is a second hand wand?" At Ginny's nod of confirmation she continued. "A wand chooses the wizard Miss Weasley. This may have been a result of using a wand that really wasn't suited for you. I believe you'll have to write home for a different wand. Now, for this lesson, if Mr Potter agrees, you may use his wand. But be careful. At the first sign of trouble stop using it."
"I don't mind Gin," Harry told her. "Try mine." He could feel her distress, and wanted to help her in any way he could.
"I don't want anything to happen to it," she replied. Other students went back to their own work not paying them any more mind.
"Nothing will happen to it. And even if it does, I'll get a new one," he told her firmly.
"OK, I guess." She took his wand slowly and prepared herself mentally for the spell. Harry tried to calm her even more through their connection. He nudged her slightly to go on.
Ginny took another deep breath and tried the spell again. This time the spell worked, even better than it did for Harry. The tip of the now silver match was slightly pointed.
I did it! Ginny had to resist the urge to hug her partner.
I knew you could do it, Harry told her with a smile.
"Well done Miss Weasley! I can see that this wand is working much better for you," said McGonagall with a rare smile as she passed by.
"Here Harry, have another go," Ginny told him, handing his wand back.
Harry, eager to try again, took the tip of his wand to use it again. But before Ginny could let go of the other end of the wand, it started to glow white. It wasn't a strong glow, but enough for them to notice. Both of them quickly retracted their hands and the wand slightly blurred. The end result was that both children was holding an identical wand in their hand. The wand had duplicated.
It was still obvious that their wands were made from two different halves. The only difference was that both of the copies were slightly lighter.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other.
Now this is convenient, Ginny sent after a moment.
Yeah… I actually wondered where the other halves went. Now I guess I know.
But do they work?
Let's find out, Harry said pointing his wand at the former match.
The spells worked for both of them easily and the matches turned into needles completely. No one noticed the duplication of the wand, but McGonagall noticed their completed transfiguration.
"Well done both of you! Ten points to Gryffindor each," she looked at the children. "Miss Weasley, where did you get that wand?" she asked with a frown.
"Um, Harry had a spare wand and let me use it." Ginny answered with only slight hesitation.
"Mr Potter, why do you have a need for a spare wand?" asked the professor, turning to face Harry.
"Erm, my guardian gave it to me. He said it's just in case."
"A rather unusual design. Very well, continue on," said the old witch missing that Harry had the exactly same wand. She went back to her desk.
Good thinking, Harry sent.
Ginny smiled. You too.
By the end of the lesson, only Hermione managed to change the match but it wasn't anything near Harry's and Ginny's accomplishment. In total, Gryffindor earned fifteen points.
The long awaited Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson turned out to be a joke. The garlic scented classroom and Quirrell with his foolish turban left the students laughing.
Harry was one of the most disappointed pupils. Of all the subjects, this one sounded most promising. Ginny on the other hand wasn't completely sure about the situation. She found the weird professor funny, but she felt like something was slightly off. What exactly, she couldn't decide.
The first week quickly passed and soon it was Friday. At breakfast Harry got Hagrid's invitation for a cup of tea. He accepted gladly, wanting to introduce Ginny.
The first class of the day was Potions, taught by Professor Snape. Ginny knew all about him. The twins, who were quite good at potions due to their prank inventions, told her that Snape favoured the Slytherins and hated everyone else. They also told her that he enjoyed giving unusually hard tasks to first years.
Ginny was quite prepared. Not only did she enjoy pranking almost as much as Fred and George and joined them often, but she enjoyed learning new things as well. The consequence of this was the fact that she knew a lot about potion-making, amongst other things.
Once the class started, Harry was quite glad she did. After Snape's rather dramatic entrance and introduction, he started firing off questions at a confused Harry.
"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Draught of Living Death! Ginny quickly informed him.
"Draught of Living Death, sir," Harry repeated Ginny's answer.
The greasy-haired man's eyes narrowed as he looked straight at Harry. "Hmm, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"In a goat's stomach, sir," Harry replied after getting the answer from Ginny once again.
"And what does it do Potter?"
"It is an antidote for most poisons, Professor."
Snape looked absolutely livid, and his anger seemed to only increase after he looked Harry straight in his eyes. "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" he spat.
"None sir. It's the same plant, and it's also called aconite," Harry answered.
"Five points from Gryffindor for showing off Potter!" Snape turned to the rest of the class. "Why aren't you copying that down?"
While the quills scribbled furiously, Harry was getting annoyed, but not as much as Ginny.
Fred and George told me he was horrible, but this is too much! She was red from fast growing anger.
He's still a teacher though; we can't do anything about him.
We'll see about that.
The rest of the class turned out to be as disastrous as the beginning. Only the fact that Ginny kept him occupied during and after Neville's cauldron-melting fiasco saved him from loosing more points for Gryffindor.
An hour later, while leaving the dungeons, Harry was slightly depressed since he lost five points for his house. But Ginny quickly lifted his spirits. He's a git, and Fred and George lose points in Potions all the time. Besides, you won more points this weak than you lost.
A few minutes before three o'clock, they left for Hagrid's. Ginny wasn't sure if she should go with Harry since she wasn't invited, but Harry would hear none of it. Where I go, you go. We've been apart for long enough. He was awarded by a rush of affection from the small redhead.
Once they reached the door of the wooden cabin, Harry knocked and barking was heard from inside quickly replaced by Hagrid's booming voice. "Back Fang, back!"
Soon the children found themselves inside the cabin. As they settled down, Harry introduced his best friend. "This is Ginny," he told to the half-giant.
Taking a look at the girl Hagrid smiled. "Another Weasley, an' a girl, eh? I spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the forest. They told me yer just like the lot of 'em!"
Ginny turned red and mumbled something unintelligible, while her friend only smiled.
Seeing Ginny's slight discomfort Hagrid turned to Harry again. "Tell me, how were the Dursleys' treatin' ya?"
Harry smiled. "I don't live with them anymore. When you took me to Gringotts, the will of my parents was read. I'm living with Remus Lupin now at the Potter Manor."
"Remus? I'm so happy for ya Harry! He and yer father were good friends at school! He's a good man. Too bad about his…" Hagrid trailed off with large eyes as he realised his slip.
"Don't worry Hagrid. I know he's a werewolf, and I couldn't care less."
Hagrid looked at Ginny and seeing that she wasn't surprised at all continued. "Ah, well then. How's yer brother Charlie? I liked him a lot; great with animals."
While Ginny was telling everything she could about her brother's work with dragons in Romania, Harry picked up a cutting from the Daily Prophet. He was shocked to see that there was an attempt of break-in into Gringotts on his birthday.
"Hagrid! That Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might've been happening while we were there!"
As Hagrid failed to meet the boy's eyes, Harry tried to find a reason for that but Ginny was way quicker. She easily searched through Harry's memories. Harry! The vault that was searched was the same one that Hagrid mentioned while you were in Gringotts!
The rest of conversation was concentrated on the children's first week of classes. As they left for their next class, they couldn't help but wonder why the large man hiding something from them.
The subtlety of magic is easily seen, even in such simple ways as focusing the magic itself. Favourable techniques include using a wand or a staff. There are others of course, but we shan't look into them here. While the wood of the wand or staff is the most noticeable part of the magical focuser, its importance is only secondary. It is the magical core that takes on almost eighty percent of the task. Roughly ten to fifteen percent falls on to the wooden encasement and the rest is focused directly from the caster.
Not everyone has a same magical signature. The phase modulation is different from one caster to the other. Sometimes, two different casters may have the same phase modulation but it is extremely rare.
The modulation itself, when the tool of magical focusing is concerned, is determined by the substance used as the core and the type of wood which embodies the core. The wands and staffs ultimately choose the caster and not the other way around. Also, it doesn't choose the caster itself, but interacts with the source of his magic - the magical trigger.
Although the magical triggers are still somewhat of a unexplored theory in the wizarding community, it is hard to explain the mechanics of the wand without mentioning them. That is way the author has decided to embrace the theory and include it in this work.
Common magical cores are actually taken from magical creatures without harming them, except for the dragon heart-string. All the magical casters have a positive magical charge, and the cores (and in the end the wands) have a negative magical charge, since they were separated from their 'owners'. When the witch or wizard is casting a spell, the charges even out temporarily, thus allowing the caster to force his magic through the wand and into his environment.
Many attempts were made at creating a magical focuser which uses more than one core. The research was abandoned since it was impossible for a trigger to even out the charges between the two cores as the phase modulation wasn't levelled out.
taken from Advanced Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling.
Harry and Ginny found the weekend quite eventful. First on Saturday, during breakfast, Remus' reply finally came, carried by Hedwig. The owl dropped the letter in front of Harry, but chose to settle on Ginny's shoulder. Hedwig eagerly accepted the bacon offered by Ginny while Harry opened the letter from his guardian.
Dear Harry,
First of all, let me apologize for taking so long to send you a reply. I have been busy, trying to update Manor. I wanted to add some new fun things to do, when you come back for Christmas. It might seem strange that I went to do all of this immediately after you left, but the time will pass quickly and I just want everything to be great.
I told you you'd be sorted into Gryffindor. I am so proud of you! And I can tell you with complete certainty that you made your parents proud as well, wherever they are.
So you made a friend, and it's Arthur's daughter? I am happy for you. I'm sure she's a lovely girl, and I hope I'll have an opportunity to meet her one day.
Severus Snape was a rival of your father's. They never got along, but the real reason for him acting that way runs deeper. But that is for a face-to-face discussion,not a letter. We'll talk about it further when you get home, I promise.
Take care Harry!
Love,
Remus
P.S. Say 'hi' to Ginny for me!
Harry felt a joy almost unknown before as he read the letter. Someone was actually taking their time to make his Christmas a happy one. He was a little intrigued about the last part of the letter, but decided he could wait for an explanation.
Ginny, he thinks you're lovely!
She blushed, but that didn't stop her from being cheeky. Of course I am.
It took Harry quite some willpower to stop himself from starting a tickling match in the Great Hall after that declaration. Breakfast was finished soon, and the two decided to take a walk around the grounds.
Since it was still warm out, they went outside immediately after leaving the Great Hall. They walked in silence across the grounds, only exchanging a thought here or there. Once they reached the lake, they quietly reached for each other's hand and intertwined their fingers. When they settled under a tree it was even better then their dreams together, this was real.
After a few peaceful moments, Ginny turned to him. "So, Harry, you never mentioned anything after the train. Am I your girlfriend?" she asked with a shy smile.
"I think you're much more than that. But I don't think anyone should know about it. At least for now."
She kissed his cheek and smiled brilliantly at him. Harry was overjoyed that he could make her so happy.
Soon it was time for lunch, so they headed for the Great Hall once again. Once fed, they left for the common room to catch up on some studying. Ginny was insistent that they should learn regularly to avoid problems once the exams started.
They were joined by Hermione who seemed to be the only one interested in studying on a Saturday afternoon. The brown-haired girl had approached them a few times before, especially after their performance in Transfiguration class. Ginny quickly decided that the bossy girl was a friend and Harry agreed. Not that he really had any choice in that matter.
"Hi Ginny! Hi Harry! Mind if I revise a bit with you?" she asked as she approached them.
"Not at all! Sit with us." Ginny patted the chair next to the couch they occupied.
"Thanks!" Hermione replied brightly. "What are you studying?"
"A little bit of everything," Harry said. "Ginny is reading about Charms and I'm looking into Transfiguration."
"Oh sounds like fun!" the bushy haired girl said with genuine interest.
From then until dinner was spent mostly in silence, only a little bit of conversation here and there. Later that night while Harry was lying in bed, he decided that even if Hermione wasn't their friend before, she was now.
Of course she is Harry! Boys are so thick sometimes, she mumbled sleepily.
Good night Gin! Harry replied.
It will be once you join me.
It was searching, silently travelling. Hiding was inconvenient but necessary.
It never should have been, but it came to accept that it was. Still, just when it got used to the situation it was expelled from its resting place.
There! It felt the quiet beckoning of familiarity.
It had finally found it. Five years was a long time.
As the children's wakeful conversation finished, another one started in the very same castle. It too went on without the need for saying the words out loud.
You still aren't closer to the solution! I joined you after that awful Gringotts attempt. It's a good thing I did.
B-b-but Master! The old fool hid it too well. I can't —
Silence! If he really was a fool you'd have broken through his protections. And to think, they aren't complete yet!
I'll try harder Master.
You do that! I wish I wasn't sharing your poor excuse for a body. It would give me great pleasure to use the Cruciatus on you. But there are other ways…
The disembodied presence never finished as at that particular moment, a force knocked both of them to their knees. Their world exploded.
The man with a turban started screaming in the night. He was joined by another voice coming from the back of his own head. Too bad that each of the staff quarters came with a built in silencio.
There are several ways in which a soul, or a part of it, can come into contact with another. They can merge equally, or one of the souls can act like a parasite. The parasitic souls can act in two ways. It can actively use the host, or just hide within it.
Although the host can have some remote use from the parasitic soul, it is far from symbiosis.
But in a situation where a parasitic soul is controlling the host, and then joined by another one, can cause complications. For both of them.
It is strange that none of these combinations occurred in the recorded history until the last ten years.
Just after breakfast on Sunday, Harry and Ginny were joined by the twins. It seemed that Fred and George decided to include their sister in their latest prank. The small redhead informed them that if they wanted her to participate, Harry had to be in on it, too. The twins were more than happy to oblige.
The two first-years found out that the elaborate prank the twins envisioned needed a month of preparations. Harry and Ginny had a minor role in it, but it sounded like fun.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. When time for bed came, Harry quickly retired. Ginny was detained in the common room by Hermione asking her questions about Transfiguration. When she finally managed to get away from her new friend, she was stopped only a couple of inches before the stairway to the girl's dormitories.
"Ginny, I noticed that you spend all your time with Potter."
Ginny turned to face her youngest brother. "Well, he is the only one paying me any attention except the twins and Hermione."
"I don't know if that's wise. I’ve heard you were seen holding hands."
"Even if we did, why should you care?" Ginny asked him, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"I'm your older brother. It's my duty to look after you. First I see you hugging him, and now I hear you're holding hands. What’s going on?"
"He's my friend. My best friend. He talks to me because he wants to, not because it's his duty." Ron opened his mouth to interrupt her but she stopped him. "Don't Ron. It's none of your business. If I need looking after I'll let you know. If you actually tried hanging out with us you might actually see that he is great. Goodnight!" With that she turned away and left for her dormitories.
Once she settled in her bed, she heard Harry's voice. He doesn't seem to like me.
It's his problem. And he'll probably come around. Even if he doesn't, I don't care!
The conclusion of the conversation was evident in her voice, and Harry knew enough about her temper not to push the discussion further. They drifted off to sleep together.
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