I couldn't believe Hermione had done that to Harry, she'd gotten his firebolt taken from him. She had gone too far this time.
Ron was furious with Hermione too. As far as he was concerned, the stripping-down of a brandnew Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage. Hermione, who remained convinced that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room.
Harry, Ron, and I supposed she had taken refuge in the library and didn't try to persuade her to come back. All in all, we were glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again.
Classes started again the soon after everyone got back. The last thing anyone felt like doing was spending two hours on the grounds on a raw January morning, but 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; Trelawney was now teaching us palmistry, and she lost no time in informing Harry that he had the shortest life line she had ever seen.
It was Defense Against the Dark Arts that people were keen to get to.
"Still looks ill, doesn't he?" said Ron as we walked down the corridor, heading to dinner. "What d'you reckon's the matter with him?"
There was a loud and impatient "tuh" from behind us. It was Hermione, who had been sitting at the feet of a suit of armor, repacking her bag, which was so full of books it wouldn't close.
"And what are you tutting at us for?" said Ron irritably.
"Nothing," said Hermione in a lofty voice, heaving her bag back over her shoulder.
"Yes, you were," said Ron. "I said I wonder what's wrong with Lupin, and you —"
"Well, isn't it obvious?" said Hermione, with a look of maddening superiority.
"Maybe if you spend your whole life in the library." I sneered. Hermione looked pretty hurt at this.
"If you don't want to tell us, don't," snapped Ron.
"Fine," said Hermione haughtily, and she marched off.
"She doesn't know," said Ron, staring resentfully after Hermione. "She's just trying to get us to talk to her again."
...
"Hey Luna!" I called one day through a crowded hallway pushing my way past the other students. I had just gotten back from the library, where I had been studying ancient runes.
"Hello (Y/n)." She said smiling brightly as I pulled her into a hug.
"How was your Christmas?" I asked as we made our way through the halls.
"It was pretty good." She said dreamily. "It was nice to be home again. Oh and thank you for the gift I liked it a lot."
"I'm glad you liked it. Oh, I love the scarf!" I said pulling it out blushing slightly.
Are you blushing? So embarrassing
She smiled brightly at this. "I thought you would like it. Hey don't you have a quidditch match coming up soon?" She asked me.
"I do yeah! Hopefully it'll go well, whatever happens it'll be close." I told her.
"You're playing Ravenclaw aren't you?"
"Er yeah we are."
"Well as much as I want Ravenclaw I'll still be rooting for you." She told me.
"Thanks Luna." I said returning her wide smile.
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Prisoner of Azkaban
Fanfiction(Y/n) Wesley, only in his third year has already been possessed by Lord Voldemort , and since then has been hearing his voice in his head every since then. And now going in to his third year how will he cope with this new burden, and what mischief...
