Harry and Ron left the hospital wing first thing on Monday morning, restored to full health by the ministrations of Madam Pomfrey and now able to enjoy the benefits of having been knocked out and poisoned, the best of which was that Hermione was friends with Ron again.
Hermione and I escorted them down to breakfast, bringing with her the news that Ginny had argued with Dean.
"What did they row about?" Harry asked, over eagerly as we turned onto a seventh-floor corridor that was deserted but for a very small girl who had been examining a tapestry of trolls in tutus. She looked terrified at the sight of the approaching sixth years and dropped the heavy brass scales she was carrying.
"It's all right!" said Hermione kindly, hurrying forward to help her. "Here . . ."
She tapped the broken scales with her wand and said, "Reparo." The girl did not say thank you, but remained rooted to the spot as we passed and watched us out of sight; Ron glanced back at her.
"I swear they're getting smaller," he said.
"I wonder if she'll find her way into the room if requirement." I said to no one in particular, she was standing right outside of it.
"Never mind her," said Harry, a little impatiently. "What did Ginny and Dean row about, Hermione?"
"Oh, Dean was laughing about McLaggen hitting that Bludger at you," said Hermione.
"It must've looked funny," said Ron reasonably.
"It didn't look funny at all!" said Hermione hotly. "It looked terrible and if Coote and Peakes hadn't caught Harry he could have been very badly hurt!"
"It was pretty funny, you're head sorta just shot forward while your body didn't move at all." I said
"Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it," said Harry, still trying to sound casual. "Or are they still together?"
"Yes, they are — but why are you so interested?" asked Hermione, giving Harry a sharp look.
"I just don't want my Quidditch team messed up again!" he said hastily.
"If you say so Harry." I told him eyeing him.
Hermione continued to look suspicious, when a familiar voice behind us called, "(Y/n)! Harry!"
"Oh, hi Luna."
"Luna!" I said pulling her into a tight hug.
"I went to the hospital wing to find you," said Luna, rummaging in her bag after she had let go of me. "But they said you'd left. . . ."
She thrust what appeared to be a green onion, a large spotted toadstool, and a considerable amount of what looked like cat litter into Ron's hands, finally pulling out a rather grubby scroll of parchment that she handed to Harry.
". . . I've been told to give you this."
It was a small roll of parchment, which I recognized at once as another invitation to a lesson with Dumbledore.
"Tonight," he told Ron, Hermione, and me once he had unrolled it.
"Nice commentary last match!" said Ron to Luna as she took back the green onion, the toadstool, and the cat litter. Luna smiled vaguely.
"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" she said. "Everyone says I was dreadful."
"No, I'm serious!" said Ron earnestly. "I can't remember enjoying commentary more! What is this, by the way?" he added, holding the onionlike object up to eye level.
"Oh, it's a Gurdyroot," she said, stuffing the cat litter and the toadstool back into her bag. "You can keep it if you like, I've got a few of them. They're really excellent for warding off Gulping Plimpies."
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Half Blood Prince
Fanfiction(Y/n) Riddle has spent almost two months in Azkaban, feeling more and more distract, devoid of almost all interacts expect for the occasional visit. His only hope is his upcoming trial, but who knows how that will end.
