Dear Father, I have found the Marauders map. Fred and George Weasley told me they discovered it in their first year. Now Harry Potter is the owner. And, if you can tell me, who are the marauders?
Love, y/n.
I lean my back on my headboard and read over the letter once more. Then a knock comes from the door.
"Come in!" I holler and shove the letter under my pillow.
"Hi. Uh- everyone's leaving." Harry stands awkwardly in the door way.
"Ok. I'll see them all on Monday." I shrug.
"Heh, yeah." He looks at me for another moment and opens his mouth like he wants to say something. But alas, he turns around, closing the door behind him.
I hurry out of bed and finish sealing the letter and hand it y/o/n.
"Take this to Wormtail." I rummage in another bag and give y/o/n a treat before she flys off into the deep blue sky.
I wait until the voices get quieter down stairs, to make sure everyone had parted ways. I go down and everyone is sitting either on the floor or on one of the oversized pieces of floral furniture.
"I wonder what the Malfoy's Thanksgivings are like." Ginny announces while throwing a piece of popcorn at Harry.
"I bet they all sit like, four chairs apart from each other at a big dining table." Fred says, as he starts another round of cards.
"Yeah, and they don't speak to each other." Ron says, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
"And if they do, it's like 'today I made fun of a first years glasses, are you proud of me father?' " Fred says, mocking Draco voice and batting his eyelashes.
"You guys are terrible." I shake my head and sit down next to Ron.
"It's not like he's a saint, y/n." Ginny says.
"I mean you're terribly accurate. Please continue." I laugh.
After Thanksgiving- December 8
It's officially Christmas time. A tree is perched in the great hall, mistletoe is strung around the castle and everyone seems to be just now bothered with how alone they are.
"How's it goin', Ron?" I say, as I plop down next to him on a couch in the Gryffindor common room.
"Not great. That potions test next week is going to kick my ass." He says, flipping to a new page of notes.
"Why don't you have Hermione help you?" I ask.
"We have a bet going." He scribbles something in the notebook.
"How many galleons?" I lean back and light a cigarette, making sure that Percy isn't around.
"Oh, no money just my pride. Which, I would like to keep the little amount I have."
"So then, what's the bet?"
"If I could pass a potions test without her help." He rolls his eyes.
"Ha! That's good." I take a drag and scooch closer to see what he's writing.
"Maybe instead of drawing Scabbers, you could be studying." I giggle.
"Very funny. But, what am I going to do?" He sighs.
"No idea, what I am interested in though, is what the hell did you do to make Hermione not want to help you?" I lean my arm on the top of the chair.
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