"If you looked up the definition for lovesick fool, Harry Potter's picture would be right next to it."
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Allegra Del Vecchio is a part of a household name in the Wizarding World. A notoriously wealthy, mysterio...
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A heavy silence fell over the world after Sirius and Buckbeak disappeared from view.
"We have to go," spoke Hermione, tugging on her's and Harry's sleeves towards the doorway.
Allegra wretched her gaze from the sky.
They hurried down the spiraling staircase before dashing through the corridors to get back to the Hospital Wing. When they came in view of the doors it was at the exact moment Professor Dumbledore was leaving.
He stared at them expectantly. "Well?"
"He's free. We did it," said Harry.
"Did what? Good night," said Dumbledore airily, walking away.
The three teens shared bewildered looks before shaking their heads and opening the door. Allegra froze when in the middle of the room she caught a mere millisecond of her, Harry, and Hermione standing about with the time turner around their necks before disappearing in thin air.
Ron was still lying upright in bed. He pointed at them with full blown eyes. "How did you get there? I was talking to you there-" he pointed to the middle of the room then back at them. "And now you're there."
"What's he talking about?" Wondered Hermione. Allegra had to bite back a laugh at her seemingly oblivious tone.
"I don't know. Honestly Ron, how can somebody possibly be in two places at once?" Said Harry with a shit eating grin.
They laughed as Ron still looked extremely confused.
The next day the castle was absolutely deserted since it was a Hogsmeade day. Allegra was far too exhausted and overwhelmed from the previous night's events, so she decided to stay in. When she told that to Cedric he immediately declared that if she wasn't going then neither was he, so they took to sitting by the Black Lake.
He was seated upon a piece of driftwood with her on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek, making her giggle.
"You're angelic, you know that?" He said amidst his nerves. He couldn't find it in himself to look away from his girlfriend. The golden rays peering through the gaps of tree leaves illuminated her face brilliantly.
Allegra smiled softly. "Ah, is that why you asked me here Ced? You think i'm an angel?"
"I was hoping I'd make the angel from Arithmancy class mine," he admitted smoothly. "Haven't got a clue whether she wants to be, but I suspect she's rather warm to the idea."
She laughed just as a sea of loose flower petals flew by with the wind. She snatched one carefully, beaming excitingly. "It's a Meadow Buttercup! Isn't it beautiful?"
She turned rather quickly to look at him, and Cedric could feel himself getting lost those ice clear eyes.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you," he quipped, certain he was right. Allegra however took in his features for the millionth time: rose-tinted skin, silver eyes, a classic handsomeness.
