They had Potions that afternoon, which was an unqualified disaster. Try as Avalon might, she couldn't get her Confusing Concoction to thicken, and Snape, standing watch with an air of vindictive pleasure, scribbled something that looked suspiciously like a zero onto his notes before moving away.
Then came Astronomy at midnight, up on the tallest tower; It was the only exams which Avalon knew best. History of Magic came on Wednesday morning, in which Avalon scribbled all that she could remember along with all the nonsense she could make up in her head.
Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology, in the greenhouses under a baking-hot sun; Avalon had gotten an huge amount of help from Neville. If she passed in that subject, it was all thanks to him.
Their second to last exam, on Thursday morning, was Defence Against the Dark Arts. It was the only exam which Avalon was confident about. Professor Lupin had set a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a Grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a Hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new Boggart.
"Excellent, Avalon," Lupin muttered as Avalon climbed out of the trunk, grinning. "Full marks."
Flushed with her success, Avalon joined Harry who had completed his exam to watch Melora, Ron and Hermione. Melora passed all the level without any problem, gaining full marks. Ron did very well until he reached the Hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the Boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming.
"Hermione!" said Lupin, startled. "What's the matter?"
"P-P-Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. "Sh-she said I'd failed everything!"
It took a little while to calm Hermione down. When at last she had regained a grip on herself, she, Avalon, Melora, Harry, and Ron went back to the castle. Ron was still slightly inclined to laugh at Hermione's Boggart, but an argument was averted by the sight that met them on the top of the steps.
Cornelius Fudge, sweating slightly in his pinstriped cloak, was standing there staring out at the grounds. He started at the sight of Harry.
"Hello there, Harry!" he said. "Just had an exam, I expect? Nearly finished?"
"Yes," said Harry. Avalon, Hermione and Ron, not being on speaking terms with the Minister of Magic, hovered awkwardly in the background. Melora, on the other hand, was openly glaring at the Minister of Magic like he had personally offended her. She always hated him for sending Umbridge to school and not believing Harry in fifth year.
"Lovely day," said Fudge, casting an eye over the lake. "Pity... pity..."
"Yes, pity indeed that you won't save the Hippogriff even though he's totally innocent." Melora said loudly.
Avalon covered her laugh with a cough. Fudge looked quite offended as he stared at Melora.
"It was the matter decided by the committee, my dear." said Fudge, forcing a kind voice. "I can't do anything about it. And it's true that the Hippogriff hurt Lucius Malfoy's son."
Avalon gave Melora a pointed look to shut her up. It was no use arguing with Fudge. Melora scowled, but kept her mouth shut.
Fudge then sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.
"I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures required a witness to the execution of a mad Hippogriff. As I needed to visit Hogwarts to check on the Black situation, I was asked to step in."
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Fanfiction[A story in which two girls transports in their favourite book.] Avalon and Melora Beaumont were Harry Potter fans among the million potterheads on this planet. The two twins were in love with the book series to such extent that they even sometimes...
