Into The Multiverse

Chapter 31 - Sirius Black Strikes Again

I didn't realize it until I rechecked my drafts. Damien's Harem is 99% filled with Fate Girls. So, yeah...

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McGonagall: Well, here it is, we've done everything we could think of, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it at all — you've got a very good friend somewhere, Potter... 

Professor says as she hands Harry his broom back after intensive investigation and analysis after dinner. Harry and Ron looked at each other in excitement.

McGonagall: I daresay you'll need to get the feel of it before official Quidditch matches start, won't you? And Potter —do try and win, won't you? Or we'll be out of the running for the eighth year in a row, as Professor Snape was kind enough to remind me only last night...

She walked away as Harry and Ron stared at the broom like it was a hot girl. 

Ron: Listen, can I still have a go on it? Tomorrow?

Harry: Yeah...anything...

Hermione: Boys...

Damien: I take offense in that.

We entered the still empty Common Room. The two were still talking about how excited they were to ride the broom while Hermione and I were doing the rest of our school homework. Taking so many classes is clearly taxing her, but I don't say anything. 

Things went back to normal as classes were starting again. Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of salamanders for our enjoyment and we spent an unusually good lesson collecting dry wood and leaves to keep the fire blazing while the flame-loving lizards scampered up and down the crumbling, white-hot logs. The first Divination lesson of the new term was much less fun; Professor Trelawney was now teaching palmistry, and she lost no time in informing Harry that he had the shortest life line she had ever seen.

Harry told us about his lessons with Lupin. He'd so far managed to successfully repel a dementor 5 times only, which was quite impressive for a 13-year-old, Lupin said to him. 

Wood also started Quidditch training, increased the number of team practices to five a week. So, I had to stay up late to finish my homework, which is easy with [Longetivity] and [Gamer's Mind]. But not so easy for Hermione. 

Her workload has finally seemed to be getting to her. Every night, without fail, Hermione was to be seen in a corner of the common room, several tables spread with books, Arithmancy charts, rune dictionaries, diagrams of Muggles lifting heavy objects, and file upon file of extensive notes; she barely spoke to anybody and snapped when she was interrupted.

Ron: How're you and Hermione doing it? 

Ron muttered to me one evening as Harry sat finishing a nasty essay on Undetectable Poisons for Snape. I was giving Harry some critics about his essay. We looked up. Hermione was barely visible behind a tottering pile of books. 

Harry: Doing what?

Getting to their classes! I heard them both talking to Professor Vector, that Arithmancy witch, this morning. They were going on about yesterday's lesson, but they can't've been there, because they were with us in Care of Magical Creatures! And Ernie McMillan told me they'd never missed a Muggle Studies class, but half of them are at the same time as Divination, and they'd never missed one of them either!

Damien: Magic.

Ron: Blimey, Damien. One day I just want to —

He strangled the air.