ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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with a little help from the twins
{1996}
Gryffindor Common Room
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'But why haven't you got Occlumency lessons any more?' said Hermione, frowning.
'I've told you,' Harry muttered. 'Snape reckons I can carry on by myself now I've got the basics.'
'So you've stopped having funny dreams?' said Hermione sceptically.
'Pretty much,' said Harry, not looking at her.
'Well, I don't think Snape should stop until you're absolutely sure you can control them!' said Hermione indignantly. 'Harry, I think you should go back to him and ask - '
'No,' said Harry forcefully. 'Just drop it, Hermione, OK?'
Alula jumped at Harry's raised voice. She couldn't get the incident with Cho out of her head. How had she gone from being the sweet girl that had consoled Alula at the end of fourth year - the girl Alula had kissed - to a bully?
It was the first day of the Easter holidays and Hermione, as was her custom, had spent a large part of the day drawing up revision timetables for the four of them. Harry and Ron had let her do it; it was easier than arguing with her and, in any case, they might come in useful.
Ron had been startled to discover there were only six weeks left until their exams. She had offered to do Alula's too as Hermione had noticed the girl's change in mood.
'How can that come as a shock?' Hermione demanded as she tapped each little square on Ron's timetable with her wand so that il flashed a different colour according to its subject.
'I dunno,' said Ron, 'there's been a lot going on.'
"Yeah," Alula mumbled.
'Well, there you are,' Hermione said, handing Ron his timetable, 'if you follow that you should do fine.'
Ron looked down at it gloomily but then brightened.
'You've given me an evening off every week!'
'That's for Quidditch practice,' said Hermione.
The smile faded from Ron's face.
'What's the point?' he said dully. 'We've got about as much chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year as Dad's got of becoming Minister for Magic.'
Hermione said nothing; she was looking at Harry, who was staring blankly at the opposite wall of the common room while Crookshanks pawed at his hand, trying to get his ears scratched.
'What's wrong, Harry?'
'What?' he said quickly. 'Nothing.'
Harry seized his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and pretended to be looking something up in the index. Crookshanks gave him up as a bad job and slunk away under Hermione's chair.
