memories - one sided love 2

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tw: none, but watch out! there's a parallel ;)

lyrics start at the later parts of this chapter, but you may still play the song. (play when you see - )

"i swear, i saw her."

tewkesbury paces around his room, his body shaking as he walks.

"it can't be...we watched her die! there was no pulse!" enola exclaims, confusion clouding her intelligent mind.

"exactly, i-i just don't get it!" he stops and sits next to enola, who was sitting down, "i don't understand..."

she sighs and rubs his back, hoping that she's able to provide some comfort to the poor young man.

"i think we should ask harry."

"what?" enola asks, "but tewkesbury-"

"-i know, i know," he cuts her off, "i'm aware that he's still quite upset with us. but i don't think we have any other choice. they might know."

she shakes her head and stands up and faces him, "absolutely not! do you want to get hexed?" he shakes his head, "of course not."

"then think! think of other ways, tewkesbury. there are other ways to solve this. let's not turn to the potters," she sits back down.

"yet."

"harry isn't even mad at us. he's upset with us, yes. but he's mad at james, furious even," he adds, "he won't immediately fire a spell at us."

"i just need to know if that woman's my dandelion."

"wait, tewkesbury," enola speaks, catching his attention, "scar...does she have a scar on her cheek?" he stays silent for a moment, thinking.
 "i-i don't really remember. she was wearing a mask and kept looking away from me."

enola sighs, "fine, let's try to ask the potters. but if anything happens to us, that's on you," she points at tewkesbury, whose hands are up a little grin on his face.

"okay, okay."

later that day, the couple found themselves standing on the potter's porch.

"you knock," enola ushers tewkesbury.

"me? why me??" he panics, "because you're the one who wanted to go here in the first place. knock," she pushes him towards the door.

he shoots her a glare before taking a deep breath and knocking.

"just a second!" a young male shouts.

a few minutes later, harry opens the door, "tewkesbury, enola, what a surprise! come in, come in." he opens the door for them.

the couple greets him as they enter the house.

"what brings you here?" harry smiles as he closes the door.

"uhh..."

"i think we should all sit down. we should have this conversation over some tea."

"or coffee," tewkesbury butts in.

harry gives him a confused and skeptical look, "um, alright? hot or cold?"

"well, it's a mix."

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and not even a few minutes later, harry screams.

"WHAT?"

"harry-"

"you saw her? but she's-"

"-dead! we know," tewkesbury cuts him off, "we know. that's why we came here. to ask about her."

he blinks, "ask about- ask about her? but what can i know about her when she's gone!"

"i don't know. but i've been meaning to ask, does polly sound familiar to you?"

harry's eyes widen.

"polly?"

"yes, polly. tewkesbury said that's her name," enola says, eager to hear his response.

"polly...it sounds strangely familiar but i don't know from where," he paces around the room until his eyes land on a solar painting his mother bought at an auction once.

"pollux."

"what was that?" enola questions, "pollux?"

"what's pollux?" tewkesbury asks.

"it's the brightest star in the constellation of gemini...y/n and i gave each other silly nicknames. i was harold and she was pollux," harry explains, "pollux, polly. that's it! she used polly as her fake name!"

"are you sure?"

"positive. she's my sister and i know how she works. she's smart but not as smart as i am."

"says the one who barely passed 2 of his subjects," enola chuckles.

harry glares at her, "how'd you know that?"

"i have my ways."

"it's hermione, isn't it?" enola slowly nods, a smile slowly creeping up to her face.
 "damn it," harry sighs, "whatever, it's fine," he waves it off.

"i just need to see my sister. i need an explanation why she did this, why she faked her death," harry sits down, "tewkesbury, when was the last time you saw her at the event?" he looks at the said boy.

"she was dancing with someone," he begins, "tom, i think. they were dancing during the last waltz," he went back and thought of that night, an unfamiliar feeling starting to form in his chest.

are you falling in love?

"they seemed so happy."

i have a feeling you are

he could still see her smile and hear her laughter, both that she shared with tom.

are you falling in love

he didn't like this feeling.

with a feeling?

what is this feeling?