Chapter 45

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Chapter 45

Harry's Point of View

Having Percy back really sped up our recovery. His presence was like a balm, soothing and healing the raw hole his absence had caused. Normally we'd end up shield most of our thought from each other, if just to grant the other a small amount of peace and quiet, but the past four days – since Percy came back – we'd been leaving pretty much everything open to each other. We both had a few secrets, but the main thing was that we could feel that each other was there. You're probably thinking it's really sappy, but hey. It made us feel better, so there!

The school was still in turmoil after the attack Creevey fell victim to when we were released from the Hospital wing, a full two weeks after it had occurred. Rumours were flying thick and fast. Maybe Draco had lashed out after his friend got hurt, maybe Charles had had enough of Creevey and his flashing camera. Perhaps Flint was paying back Gryffindor for injuring his seeker (no idea how that rumour started). Our favourite, we think, however, was that while we were unconscious the monster slipped out of our control and attacked. I mean, seriously? Theoretically, if we had opened the chamber to set the Basilisk on the school because she was a mindless beast, we would at least shut the chamber when we weren't in it to protect ourselves, if nobody else!

Entering the Great Hall for the first time in two weeks, we found the Weasley twins had performed another prank, spelling the Great Hall upside down, so that you would walk onto the cloudy-spelled ceiling, bobbing and weaving around the beams to your table to eat. Glancing out the window was really disorientating. Have you ever considered how odd the world would look if you saw it upside down without twisting your body and that horrible feeling of blood draining into you head while you saw it? I tell you. It is strange.

Since the ceiling was spelled to reflect the weather outside as well, utter chaos started when the storm outside starting boiling up around us as well. The rain wasn't real, but watching the allusion float upwards was strange. And the tingling zaps of lightning and rumbling thunder echoed around us as well. We laughed, sitting down at the Slytherin table, and glancing round the hall in awe.

"We must say, this is a pretty cool prank!" We grinned, sitting next to Draco. Most of our housemates grunted neutrally. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Most of that thought that as well at first. But after two days, it does start to get a bit dull and repetitive. Especially since none of the teachers – not even Flitwick – can work out how to revert it back to normal. And before you suggest it – that have tried the basic reversal charms. We have tried them too." Draco cut us off as we opened our mouth with a smirk.

We laughed again. "Considered asking the twins?"

"There's no proof that they did it, so why would the teacher's ask them?" Draco sighed.

"Well, other than them, the only other prankers in the school that we have come across as yet is our brother. Considering that Charles doesn't know this kind of advanced spell work that leaves the twins to be the culprits. Furthermore, I happen to know that Uncle Sirius gave them an advanced prank book for their birthdays this year, so no doubt it's something from in there." I reasoned, grinning slightly when we felt a double presence at our back.

"Very good, Potters. Strange. Apart from you, Charles was the only other person to work that out. Do you two just think weirdly, or do you think the teachers are scared of asking?" The twins chorused over our shoulder. Draco turned to glare at them.

"Can you please stop boasting and reverse this? Boring and annoying doesn't even begin to describe this by now."

Severus walked over to us slowing, his normal stride lost as he fought his way over the uneven roof. The twins smirked, winking at us as if they'd somehow gained a massive victory by summoning his attention. We laughed and simply grinned up at our godfather, who nodded at us in reply.

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