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Chapter XXXII
–Something Old and Something Blue–
Friday, 17 November 1972
CEP's POV
"Come on!"
Harry had barely even finished Charms and was starting to pack when Sissy threw all his things into his backpack, grabbed his wrist and hurried out the classroom.
"We still have time..."
"We had Defence and Herbology in morning and now Charms... you stink!" She argued and Harry glanced back at Severus for back-up, who raised his hands in surrender. "Not to mention the make something out of that birdnest!"
"Sissy..." Harry started to argue.
"You know she'll fight you until you are ready so why struggle?" Severus wondered amused with a smirk at the corner of his mouth and Harry glared at him.
Traitor!
They had just arrived the third-floor's stairway when they saw Professor Riddle in there talking with the Malfoys. The four blonds smiled back and Harry freed himself from the crazy girl to be able to speak with his surrogate family.
"You arrived early." He pinpointed.
"Even if Professor Slughorn is the host it'd be seen wrongly if the guests of honour's relatives would be the last to arrive." Aunt Genevieve explained. "Are you going to a class?"
"We just finished." Harry argued and ignored the way Aunt and Uncle looked at his stray messy hair leaving the bun. "It's good to see you," [Mère.]
His adoptive mother smiled and hugged him.
"That's good. That gives plenty of time to get your hair into a..."
"Let your hair free tonight." Voldemort interrupted Aunt Genevieve, what made even Sissy tense. "It's our ceremony after all. And I remember how even in my time as a student how it was the only time the female and bearer population would let the hair out of it's confines."
Harry had a vague memory of Professor McGonagall saying that the Yule Ball was a time to let the hair free. Harry nodded thankfully at Voldemort and got ready to descend when he remembered something.
"Aunt Genevieve, if you want to help someone to get ready, you should go help Megara Black. My hair may be a birdnest, but her is a total bush that last time she had to use a whole afternoon and several products to make something out of it. She most likely is spending the whole afternoon in the Ravenclaw Tower getting ready."
Aunt Genevieve and Mother looked at Voldemort questioningly, who nodded.
"I'll take you to the Ravenclaw Tower before my next class." He agreed. "I'll see you at dinnertime, Evie."
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Cross-Time
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