The Girl Who Fought | h.p |

Harry's Arrival

There was an extraction plan to free Harry from the Dursleys. 

A group from the Order was meant to pick Harry up. The group was composed of Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, and Hestia Jones. 

Nova fought tooth and nail to go. 

Remus wouldn't budge. 

Nova was hold up in her room, deciding what to wear. She didn't want to make it too obvious she was dressing up but didn't want to look like a dumpster. 

She showered before dressing herself. 

She wore black leggings and purple fuzzy socks. She stood in her black sports bra in front of the mirror. At first, she was trying to decide which hoodie would look best, but her mind drifted to her body. She had solid abs, but her thighs were thicker than before, and not with muscle. 

Normally she didn't care what she looked like. 

Now, she wanted to be perfect. 

Instead of cutting back on the ice cream and chocolate, Nova decided to start working out more. She wanted to stay in shape, and she had for the most part. But she wasn't in the best of shape for quidditch season. 

In the end, she decided on her dark grey and light grey tie-dye ACDC hoodie. She allowed her hair to dry the natural muggle way, by air. 

Nova laid on her back with a hand behind her head as she twirled her wand. Shadow, her all-black cat, jumped onto her stomach. In the process of pawing it, her nails dug into Nova's skin, but she didn't mind. Once Shadow finally relaxed, Nova stroke the cat gently. 

Hedwig's perch in Nova's room (which she got specifically for the only bird in existence Nova liked) was empty, meaning she was with Ron and Hermione. 

There was an Order Meeting that was taking place below, but Nova opted out for this one. She had lessons with Moody tomorrow, so he'll lecture her on tacts then. 

With her headphones on, she was oblivious to the shouting match that took place down the hall. 

"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILLBEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDOREKNOWS IT — WHO SAVED THE SORCERER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?" Harry yelled. "WHO HAD TO GET PAST DRAGONS AND SPHINXES AND EVERY OTHER FOUL THING LAST YEAR? WHO SAWHIM COME BACK? WHO HAD TO ESCAPE FROM HIM? ME!" 

Ron was opening and closing his mouth lie a fish while Hermione was close to tears. 

"BUT WHY SHOULD I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY SHOULD ANYONE BOTHER TO TELL ME WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING?" 

"Harry, we wanted to tell you, we really did —" Hermione began. 

"CAN'T'VE WANTED TO THAT MUCH, CAN YOU, ORYOU'D HAVE SENT ME AN OWL, BUT DUMBLEDOREMADE YOU SWEAR —" 

"Well, he did —" 

"FOUR WEEKS I'VE BEEN STUCK IN PRIVET DRIVE, NICKING PAPERS OUT OF BINS TO TRY AND FIND OUT WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON —" 

"We wanted to —" 

"I SUPPOSE YOU'VE BEEN HAVING A REAL LAUGH, HAVEN'T YOU, ALL HOLED UP HERE TOGETHER —" 

"No, honest —" 

"Harry, we're really sorry!" said Hermione desperately, her eyes now sparkling with tears. "You're absolutely right, Harry — I'd be furious if it was me!"