Lost Memories

xi. magic

After my conversation with Cedric, I decided to go back to the common room and wait for Ron to come back. But while I waited, Harry showed up instead, holding a stack of toast.

"Hello," he smiled. "I brought this for you... Want to go for a walk?"

"Uh, sure," I nodded accepting a piece of toast.

Together we walked downstairs without looking into the Great Hall as we crossed the entrance hall. Out the door, we walked across the lawn and towards the large lake, where the Durmstrang's ship was docked. The morning was turning into noon, but the sun didn't warm us up. Since it was nearing fall, it was started to get chilly out.

"So how come you believe me?" Harry broke the silence.

I hummed in response, "what do you mean?"

"That I didn't enter. You believed me from the second Dumbledore called my name and even stormed into the room to defend me. Against Snape and the veela girl," he reminisced.

My mind went back to the first time I read the Goblet of Fire and how I felt when I did. I remembered thinking about how awful the action was and thought of last night.

"I had a feeling that something like this was going to happen," I nodded.

"How so?" Harry took a bite of his toast.

"I've heard the rumours of your previous years at Hogwarts. Between your heroic gesture in saving Ginny Weasley your second year and fighting off Dementors, it only makes sense your name comes out of the Goblet of Fire when the fourth red flames flew," I explained.

"But how did you know I didn't enter?" he repeated.

"Well, I knew you hadn't entered yourself due to the look on your face when Dumbledore read out your name! But the question is, who did put it in? Because. . . Moody's right, Harry. . . I don't think any student could have done it. . . they'd never be able to fool the Goblet, or get over Dumbledore's—"

"How did you know about me fighting off the Dementors?" Harry cut me off.

"W-what do you mean?" I played dumb.

"You said you heard rumours about me fighting off Dementors in the forest. No one but a few professors, Ron, and Hermione knows about that."

"I never said anything about fighting them in the forest," I knitted my brows. Did I?! Throughout the entire conversation, I was trying not to expose myself for knowing too much information, but I might have done it without realizing it.

"Hm, I was just testing you," Harry polished off the last bit of his toast.

"For what?"

"You remind me of this girl I met, in the forest," he admitted.

"What girl?"

"At the end of last year, I— You have to promise to not tell anyone about this, yeah?" Harry asked. I nodded and crossed my heart, putting up my right hand, mockingly. He grabbed my hand and pulled it down, laughing, before sighing dramatically. "Okay, so. . . at the end of last year, I had to fight a hoard of Dementors from killing off my godfather, Sirius Black. I was so afraid, but he's the last bit of family I have. I couldn't lose him."

"How did it feel?" I hummed wishing.

"How did what feel? Fighting?"

"No, setting off your Patronus," I wondered.

"It felt— Wait, how did you know I set off a Patronus?" he started but then accused me.

Panic washed over my face, "I— Dementors are fought off with the Patronus Charm. Why are you so suspicious of me?"