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Chapter 70 Back on track

The days had flown by rather quickly and it was the end of term. Ron had been released from the hospital, pretty early on while Harry laid unconscious until today when he finally opened his eyes. Meadow on the other hand had awoken the day after the events down in the Dungeons but she was different. It turns out that the thing who was holding her back, from waking up from the deep slumber caused by Draught of living dead, was a bloody octopus who hid in deep waters at the lake. Meadow hadn't said anything about why she was at the lake in the first place...to AJ but she had told Nyx. She was at the river in her dreams because that was where Nyx was last time. Meadow knew she was asleep and she thought that the only person who could wake her was Nyx. She didn't know why but it turns out he helped and the same thing did AJ.
Currently, Meadow was still stuck in the Hospital wing with Harry because Madam Pomfrey was worried about the slight infection Meadow had in the back of her neck.

"So, what did Dumbledore want?", Meadow asked Harry who had managed to convince Pomfrey to have a bed next to his friend.
Meadow knew that Dumbledore had dropped by because the room smelled of him but she didn't hear whatever conversation Harry had with him since she was catching some sleep.

"Just wished us to get well and talked about the Philosopher's stone and stuff. Nothing you need to worry about Cel because I heard a rumour of a Slytherin walking around in Gryffindor robes", Harry replied grinning. Ron and Hermione had stopped by earlier today and they had very much to say.

"First, when did you start calling me nicknames and why, second, I kind of don't trust Dumbledore, Third who is this Slytherin and do I know them?", she ranted jumping in her bed so she would sit, facing Harry.

"Question number one, I don't know, maybe because everyone has a nickname on you but I don't. So Cel after Celestine it is. Question number two or whatever, you can trust Dumbledore, I do at least. Last but not least, yes you certainly know them because it's a them", he explained enthusiastically. He could really see himself being better friends with Meadow in the future plus they kind of was family after all.
She dropped her mouth because it couldn't be, Hyperion couldn't have...

"Rio with who! Tell me everything you have heard", screamed Meadow in overflowing curiosity. Hyperion had never mentioned anyone they was dating and she could rule out Asher pretty easily since Asher was an ace. Hyperion couldn't be dating someone Meadow knew off since they didn't have any friends outside the squad but that was what they said.

"I have heard rumours but the whole thing started after our adventure we could say...anyways Hyperion showed up for breakfast in Gryffindor robes and nobody knew what to say so they wandered around in the wrong robes the whole day. But here's the thing, Fred and George observed one of their housemates, walking out of the common room in Slytherin robes! The twins said it was a fourth-year-old girl who they hadn't talked to much and couldn't remember her name but luckily they are friends with Alyssa, aka this mystery girls roommate who had lots of things to say", he claimed rushing down his ladder of words.

"C'mon don't stop there! Tell me who it is!", she complained with her pulse rising for each second that passed. She always enjoyed listening to gossip and definitely when it was about her friend who may have left out a major element. A frickin girlfriend.

"Okay, okay chill. Nevertheless, the mystery girls name is Persephone Karma Sparkwaters aka the little sister of Lydia Hummingbird Sparkwaters who vanished four years ago according to Hermione. Apparently, Lydia was a Hufflepuff but after the winter holidays, she was never seen at Hogwarts ever again. I tried asking Madam Pomfrey about Lydia but she ended up yelling her lungs out, screaming that I shouldn't be digging in the past", Harry replied hoping that he wouldn't be yelled at by Meadow because he had a hutch that if that happened, he wouldn't be very much alive.