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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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"Bombarda Maxima"
Suddenly the door to the room of requirements was blown off its hinges and scattered into smithereens causing debris to litter the floor.
"You could of just knocked" Viola said her wand still up and pointing to Professor Umbridge who stood before them "all jokes aside. That was kind of a rude entrance. You could of given us some warning. Plus, that's my spell, so please refrain from using it" she smiled sarcastically.
"Fuck" Harry muttered as he watched Professor Umbridge and the rest of her little team staring them down triumphantly.
Viola was sat in the Great hall along with the other DA members. Umbridge had them all writing lines with her special quills as she watched them all quite proud of herself.
Viola just sat there. She straight up refused to pick up her quill. She watched everyone else wincing in pain as they wrote their lines.
"Miss Lupin? Are you not going to get started?" Umbridge asked with her irritating voice
"No. Isn't that much obvious?"
"Do you find yourself funny Miss Lupin?"
"A little bit" she admitted
"I suggest you get writing this instant unless you don't want to suffer severe consequences"
"What are you going to do? Avada me? Go on, see if my mother won't get the whole ministry to storm the castle" she replied casually
At the mention on Rosaleé Lupin Professors Umbridges annoyingly smug face crumbled and a look of fury rampaged
"Enough!" She screamed making everyone jump "that's the end of this detention, you all may leave. Excluding you Miss Lupin"
"Got stuff to do" she waved leaving the room with the rest of the members. Professor Umbridge was left completely speechless, standing on her own in the hall.
Viola walked down from her dorm into the common room. She was about to reply to Sirius' letter that only said: "Bored help" before she noticed Harry sat on his own on the sofa infront of the fire.
"Potter, You're looking depressed" she said as she took a seat next to him on the far end of the sofa.
"I'm not in the mood" he mumbled in response
"Truce?"
"Truce? Truce to what"
"Whatever's happening here" she said as if it was obvious "we're on the same side at the minute. And I'm afraid we could be from some time. It's not helpful to be fighting within ourselves" she explained
"Truce" Harry agreed nodding
"But don't get it twisted Harry, this doesn't mean I like you"
"Oh I know Vio. I know" he laughed shortly
"So what are you looking depressed for then?"
"I tried so hard to help and all it's done has made things worse. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. Because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. The more you care, the more you have to loose. Maybe it's just better to...go at it alone"
"I knew you were stupid, but I didn't know you were that stupid"
"Thanks. That makes me feel fucking loads better"
"Caring is a strength. Because without caring for something what would we fight for? What passion would we have? It's caring that fuels the fire Harry. And at the minute it seems all impossible. But I think without trying to help or make a difference there is more to loose"
"I just feel like everything's so overwhelming. Everyone expects so much of me and I fail when I can't deliver. I've failed everyone"
"I don't think you've failed anyone. If anything, people should be thanking you, excluding me for obvious reasons, but people should be grateful to you. And if they're let down, then I suppose that's their own fault for creating unrealistic standards for a boy to uphold"
"It's refreshing you know? To talk to someone who just sees me as that, a boy. Not the boy that defeated Voldemort, not the boy who saved the wizarding world, just ... potter. It's nice that not everyone-"
"Kisses your golden arse?"
"I was going to say, not everyone sees me as a walking defendant but that works as well"
Viola laughed pulling a blanket up over her shoulder.
Her hair fanned over her shoulders and glowed in the firelight. Harry stared at her intensely while she looked into the flames of the fire as its wood popped and crackled.
"If it makes you feel any better you were a better teacher than Lockhart at defence" she hummed looking up at him.
"That's not really much of a compliment" Harry replied looking away
"Bloody hell then, I won't do it again"
He smiled to himself shaking his head softly
Harry's hair laid as messy as ever, his glasses slightly Crooked on his nose. The flickering light danced over his jaw and cheek bones as Viola studied him.
The pair sat in silence for a while before Harry spoke up.
"I didn't know you were that advanced in the Patronous charm"
"Well I've been practicing lately, but I'd never conjured a full corporeal before" she smiled thinking back to the snow leopard "what's your patronous?" She asked
"A stag. Like my dad" Harry smiled
"Leopards eat Deer"
"Well isn't that ironic?"
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Kiss already.
Idek why I'm saying that I'm literally the Author. Like I can make that happen but whatever
