Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 63

"Hey," Lucy came up behind her brother, "what do you got there?"

Harry tilted his head slightly so she could see over his shoulder better.

Dear Harry,

I would like to start our private lessons this Saturday. Kindly come along to my office at 8 P.M. I hope you are enjoying your second day back at school.

Yours Sincerely
Albus Dumbledore
p.s. I enjoy Acid Pops

"You're taking lessons with him?" Lucy was taken aback, "since when?"

Harry shrugged, "he mentioned it this summer, didn't think he'd actually go through with it..."

"Just put your studies first," Lucy pleaded, "I don't have a good feeling about this."

"I'll be fine, Lu, why don't you sit and eat with us."

"Can't," Lucy kissed his cheek before moving away from him to gather a plate of food, "I'm just here to grab food for Sawyer."

"Oh no, is he still ill?" Ginny frowned.

Lucy nodded, "I'm not sure what it is but he's been running a temperature all day, I've been trying to get it down for hours."

She turned back to her brother.

"Are your classes over with for today?"

Harry shook his head, "Ron, Hermione and I have potions right after dinner, it's our first lesson with Slughorn."

Lucy's eyebrows shot up, "I thought you didn't get the score to go into N.E.W.T. Potions?"

"For Snape's class you needed an O," Harry said, "Slughorn allows E's into his class."

"Harry that's amazing!" Lucy exclaimed, "that means you're still on track to be an auror!"

Harry couldn't help the smile in his face as his little sister wrapped him in a tight hug.

"I'm so proud of you Harry!"

"Thanks, Lu."

Lucy released him with a ruffle of his messy hair.

"Anyways, I'll see you lot later, I better be off, Gin, I'll meet you in the common room at 7:50 so we can walk to Astronomy."

Ginny gave her a thumbs up, her mouth too stuffed with mashed potatoes to talk.

"Bye!" Lucy waved, balancing the plate in her arms.

Sawyer was awake when she got back.

"Hey, love, I was wondering where you were off to," his face lit up as he saw her walk towards him.

"Figured you would want to eat," Lucy sat at the foot of his bed, "what do you say? Up for it?"

Sawyer nodded, grabbing a roll off the plate.

"Feeling better?"

"Much," Sawyer nodded, "now we can talk about your day."

"Why do you always want to hear about my day?" Lucy giggled, "it's not very exciting."

"Everything about you is exciting," Sawyer shot back, "come on, tell me."

"Well, it turns out Inigo Imago is the author a the Dream Oracle," Lucy said.

"That's interesting," Sawyer said, "did you like him?"

"Like him? Sawyer, I loved him, I can learn so much from him, I'm so excited."