Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 93

"Absolutely absurd!" Inigo cursed under his breath as he, Harry, and Lucy left the Headmaster's office later that evening, "you two don't listen to a thing that crazy old bat said, do I make myself clear? Showing you Voldemort's history....what is he playing at? The story is horrifying as is, he doesn't need to be exposing our youth to it's grimly details."

Harry and Lucy shared a look but didn't dare to utter a word.

Inigo was fuming, pent up rage from the hours they spent in Dumbledore's office, he was walking in a haste full stride, his jaw set and eyes hardened.

"Absolutely ridiculous, I've ought to report him to the Ministry, he is unfit I'd say, unfit to be in charge of hundreds of impressionable children."

A few flights of stairs later, he stopped suddenly, causing Harry to trip into his sister.

"You two listen to me," Inigo said sternly, his indigo eyes staring at them intensely, "I will be handling this, what he told you tonight, none of that is any of your responsibility. You two march up to bed and focus on your studies, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," the siblings echoed.

"Good," Inigo nodded, "I mean it, you two stay away from all the Voldemort nonsense, Albus shouldn't have ever brought that up to the two of you, let alone imply that it was your responsibility to deal with it."

"Goodnight, Inigo," Lucy stepped forward and embraced the old author, "thank you for all you do for us."

"Goodnight, Dear," Inigo sighed, pulling away, "I'm sorry you have to go through this as young as you are, it is not fair."

Lucy reached behind her and grabbed Harry's wrist, tugging him towards the Gryffindor dormitories.

"I want to get the memory from Slughorn, I think I can do it," Harry whispered once Inigo was out of earshot.

"Harry, you heard Inigo." Lucy said sternly, "no."

"But I was so close," Harry said, "I really think I can do it."

"Promise me you'll drop it?" Lucy stopped in the corridor, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Lucy...."

"Please, Harry," she shook her head, "leave it."

"Fine," Harry said begrudgingly, "come on, it's after curfew, I don't want to run into Filch."

Lucy followed.

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The Potter siblings quickly fell into a slump after that night, a night became a day, which turned into a week and nearly a month later, they were still walking on eggshells in the other's presence.

Dumbledore had discontinued the pair's private lessons until Slughorn's missing memory was retrieved and delivered to him.

For Lucy, that meant she'd never have to suffer through one of those miserable lessons again.

For Harry, it was a challenge, and who was Harry Potter if he couldn't prove himself.

"Are you cold? Would you like my cloak?" Sawyer offered, looking down at her.

"No, thank you," Lucy shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself.

The pair stood in the middle of Hagrid's vegetable garden, watching the Half-Giant, fuss over a gigantic, dead spider from where he kneeled.

"He's kinda of creepy looking, don't you think?" Sawyer whispered so Hagrid wouldn't hear.

"Kind of?" Lucy snorted, "imagine him when he was alive."