REMEMBER THAT BEAUTIFUL BOND THAT THE FOUR OF THEM SHARED? That one that was impossible to shred to pieces? Well, forget about it now because tensions were high between the group friends and Rory found herself time traveling to their first year, where she was stuck in the middle between Ron and Harry, and Hermione.
It was to no one's surprise that Rory was the one who constantly tried to extinguish their fire when it came to bickering with each other. But this was way beyond her, she had never seen anything like this. The boys didn't even look at Hermione, and Hermione ran from the boys. It was chaotic, it was heartbreaking. It was a battlefield and she was stuck in no man's land.
She confronted the boys one of the nights that she had to spend with them; she was hating the separation, and the fact that she felt like a child with divorced parents, while being a child with divorced parents, didn't help too much to their case either. Rory had started to have flashbacks to painful nights and shocking fights in which she cried herself to sleep with Ivory curled at her side.
''Harry, you have to understand Hermione,'' she was telling him over a game of chess. ''Your encounters with Quidditch in the past. . . How to put it. . . — haven't been ideal. Not all of them!'' she corrects when she sees his pained expression.
''What do you mean?''
Rory loved the boy with all her might, but sometimes he could be as sharp as a bowling ball. ''Let me see, what about that time when Quirrel cursed your broom? Or when Dobby cursed the bludger? Or —''
''Okay, okay, I got your point,'' Rory beams at the sight of Harry defeated. (Not because she enjoyed him losing at anything), because it meant that he was actually thinking about talking to Hermione, — Harry had always been easier to convince. Besides, Ron and the rat were making her work harder as Crookshanks tried to eat it anytime the thing was around.
They both looked at Hermione, who was sitting in her usual corner, endless amounts of homework and a sea of books drowning her, slowly pulling her into the depths of oblivion and madness. (She really had to drop something).
It wasn't easy, because to her luck, Oliver Wood had appeared just as he was standing up. And just as fast as he had tried to go talk to Hermione, he sat down again when Wood remembered him about the stupid broom.
(She had to drown him for real in the showers if she wanted Harry to talk to Hermione again).
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Classes began, and still, no talking to Hermione from the boys. Hagrid's classes weren't as exciting and the whole Hippogriff fiasco. But at least, they managed to keep cool against the violent January on the grounds. The first Divination class was just like the rest; Harry dying.
''Oh, my dear,'' said Professor Trelawney, her hand tracing circles in Harry's palm. ''You have the shortest lifeline I have ever seen,'' Then she jolted his hand towards Rory, shoving them on front of her bored eyes. ''Can you see it too, dear?''
Rory looked straight into Trelawney's eyes. ''No.''
Trelawney didn't address her for the rest of the class (which was a win for Rory, but Trelawney looked offended). Defence Against the Dark Arts was the last lesson of the day, and after another bitter Potions lesson, Rory had managed to drag her legs to Hermione's sitting place, where she was buried in books and writing three essays at the same time.
''Hermione, you have to drop something, this is gonna end you,'' she tells the girl (for fifth time now).
''I can't!''
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Fanfiction❝I was just looking for an empty compartment and what do I do? I get pulled into the biggest shit show of my life.❞ ❝Sorry.❞ ❝It's okay, I got used to it after the giant snake living in the pipes. ❞ Rory Durnin-Adalia has a scared lit...