Author's Note: When I posted chapter 15, I only had to type 1 to 2K, give or take, to finish chapter 16. A single writing session easy. Alas, getting uninterrupted time to do said session was easier said than done. No matter, here's chapter 16, and 1 give up trying to guess how long it will take me to write the next chapter.
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Chapter 16:
Hermione's desperation
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Luna chose the Gryffindor table for lunchtime on Friday. Before when this happened, Hermione and Ron made a point to sit far from where Harry and Wednesday would no doubt join the odd Ravenclaw. This time, they carefully sat close enough where they could overhear any conversation, but not so close that they might have to interact with them.
"I don't get it." Ron whispered to Hermione. "It's a bloody severed hand, how come no one thinks that's creepy?"
"From what some of the other girls have said, I think everyone believes it's a magical construct, like something your brothers might make." Hermione answered, keeping her voice low.
Ron looked thoughtful. "I hadn't thought of that..You think that's what it really is?"
"Of course not. You remember what that girl told us about her family... I wouldn't be surprised if it's closer to an inferius. Hermione whispered as she watched the hand in question out of the corner of her eye. "Whatever it is, I'll bet it took dark magic to create."
As Ron and Hermione debated Thing's origins, Luna had a seemingly one sided conversation with him. She had long since forgiven Thing for his lapse of good judgment the other day, but still kept him within arms reach at meal times.
Eventually, Harry and Wednesday joined their blonde friend, and the trio enjoyed their meal with scattered conversation. Occasionally Neville or Katie would throw in their two cents about whatever topic came up.
"I have to admit, from what you two said, I was expecting Professor Hagrid's lesson to be far more entertaining." Wednesday voiced her disappointment.
"If by entertaining, you mean dangerous, then yeah." Neville agreed. "I heard that under Headmaster Tofty, Hagrid's pretty much on probation. He's been told that if he crosses a line this year then he's out. He knows more about some creatures than most of the ministry's experts, so they wanted to keep him, but only if he can prove that he can keep his class safe.Either way, I'm glad I don't have to take his class anymore."
"We could probably go talk to him outside of class. Even if his hands are tied and he can't help you directly, I'm sure hed let you know how you could find a good pet yourself." Harry suggested. "In fact, why don't we go right after lunch?"
"I thought we had plans already?" She pointed
out.
"It's no big deal, how long can it take to ask him a few questions?" Harry thought for a moment. "Why don't you go talk to Hagrid, and I'll get things ready. When you're done we can play."
YOU ARE READING
When Harry met Wednesday
FantasíaSirius is dead, and Harry has reached his breaking point. A chance meeting with a pale girl and her family moves Harry's life in a new direction. Rated "M" for macabre themes, and later on suggestive adult content.
