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When Viola Lupin found out Harry Potter had bought all the sweets from the trolly, she automatically decided she didn't like him.
When Harry Potter heard Viola Lupin laugh at Draco Malfoy's joke, he au...
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"Hogsmeade was amazing Vi" Dean exclaimed as the group of four climbed the steps to the common room.
"You've got to come with us next time" Seamus said "Zonkos was the best! I got us some more nose biting teacups"
"I preferred Honeydukes" Neville inputted as Viola looped her arm with his
"It sounds great- hey, what's going on?"
Viola, Neville, Dean and Seamus all gathered around the portrait hole where the other gryffindors were standing.
"...Nevilles probably forgotten the password again" Ron sighed
"Hey!" Neville exclaimed hurt as Ron turned around to see him there
"Oops, sorry Neville"
"Let me through please. Excuse me! I am head boy!" Percy Weasley said pushing through the crowd "no one is to enter this dormitory until it's been fully searched"
"Hey! Ginny!" Viola called out causing the youngest Weasley to come over. Viola liked the Weasleys (minus Ron) , especially; Ginny, Fred and George "what's happening?"
"The fat lady!" Ginny explained "she'd gone!"
"Serves her right, she was a terrible singer" Seamus muttered causing Viola to Laugh.
"That's not funny Vi" Neville squeaked.
The surrounding portraits on the wall all shouted and chattered, switching back and forth between paintings.
"Be quite! The headmasters here!" Percy shouted trying to quieten them all.
Professor Dumbledore looked worriedly at the torn empty painting as he inspected it.
"Mr Flich, round up every ghost in the castle. Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find the Fat lady"
"There's no need for ghosts Professor" Filch replied gesturing up towards a painting "the fat lady's there"
The group of Gryffindors all ran over to the Lady who was quivering in a painting behind a hippopotamus.
"Dear Lady, who did this to you?" Professor Dumbledore asked gently
"Eyes like the devil he's got" the lady weeped "and a soul as dark as his name! It's him headmaster, the one they all talk about! He's here! In the castle! Sirius Black!" She squealed
"Secure the Castle" Dumbledore ordered Flich immediately "the rest of you, too the great hall!"
All students gathered down into the Great Hall as the castles gates slammed shut.
They were each given a sleeping bag and made to sleep next to their housemates for organisation.
Viola had somehow ended up laying next to Harry and she definitely was not happy about it. She laid with her back to him and listened to Dumbledore and Snape talk. She soon got bored and turned over to face Harry.
"What do you want to do?" She asked him, knowing he was awake.
"Huh?"
"What do you want to do with your final minutes on this earth" she elaborated causing Harry to roll his eyes "I don't think you have long left Potter" she joked
"Very funny Lupin, joking about my impending death" he replied dryly
"Thank you. I write all my Harry Potter jokes in a little note book. It means I'm always prepared for every situation"
"Really?"
"No you idiot"
"shove off, I can't be dealing with you right now"
Viola did atleast have a spec of remorse. Sure she wasn't really fond of the boy but she didn't want him to die necessarily. Maybe just... stub his toe a few time?
"I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me. I don't want to ruin your last moments"
"Eeer thanks-?"
"Welcome. But don't get used to me apologising. It doesn't happen very often"
"Trust me I know" Harry replied with an unimpressed look on his face.
"My mum said that she spoke to you the other day"
"Hmm she's nice"
"Yeah. She's the best"
"Did you know our parents used to be best friends?" Harry asked warily" We used to play together when we were babies"
"I must of had bad taste back then" Viola spoke as if she was ashamed of herself
Harry only rolled his eyes in response.
Violas hair seemed to glow in the dull candle light of the hall. It fanned across her pillow as her eyes twinkled mischievously, much like her mother. Yet her soft warm brown colour closely resemble her fathers.
Harry knew he was staring, but he couldn't stop.
Violas Veela charm had a tendency to come through without her knowing, as she was only an eighth Veela she couldn't control it very well. She had well and truly caught Harry in her trap.
Viola coughed slightly snapping his attention.
"I know you like my parents. You don't like me and I don't like you. That's how it is. But I'm not going to hold it against you if you need them to talk to or anything. They'd be willing to help. I'm not that evil and selfish, despite what you might think" Viola spoke trying not to wake the people around them "but that doesn't mean we're friends. Don't get it twisted Potter"
And with that she turned her back once again and snuggled into her sleeping bag leaving Harry to stare at her back.
