Blind, Half-Veela Harry Potter

xPART 16x

Neville: Do you think he's alright? I have a bad feeling.

Terry: Me too. They're taking too long. What if something went wrong? What if he got stuck and couldn't turn back? What if-?

Blaise: Terry. Calm down, bud. He's with Professor McGonagall at the Ministry, remember? There are plenty of witches and wizards there to help Harry. Besides, he's got Castor with him.

Terry: I suppose. But how much longer do you think they'll be?

Hermione: It could take one more hour for all we know. But I'm sure it will feel like less if we distract ourselves.

Sebastian: How, though?

Hermione: I don't know. It's a free period so we can do whatever we want. What do you guys like to do for fun?

Anthony: Well, Sebastian likes to read and I like to look at architecture.

Terry: I just like exploring and hanging out with friends! Nothing special.

Neville: I enjoy gardening. It's very soothing for me.

Blaise (Being dramatic): Oh, none of you will ever make any sense to me. None of you will ever understand me, either.

Hermione (Confused): Huh?

Blaise (Still being dramatic): Oh, sigh, woo me. Tis true none of you have the same love as I. The love of perfection, of fabric, of style.

Anthony: What's he going on about?

Hermione (Shrugging): I have no clue.

Blaise: My one true love in this dark and gloomy world ... is FASHION!

There was a silence while Blaise held his ridiculous pose, waiting for a reaction.

Neville: All that just to tell us your hobby?

Blaise: I also love plays and drama like no other. Mother says it might be turning into an obsession.

Terry: Uh-huh. Interesting to know.

Sebastian: I see Harry.

The other five friends turned toward the entrance hall to see Harry walking in beside Professor McGonagall. Terry squealed a little in happiness that Harry was back and grabbed Sebastian's hand, pulling him along as he practically sprinted toward Harry. Except, something was wrong. Terry's excitement and enthusiasm faltered but he kept running forward.

Terry: Oh, Merlin. Neville and I were right. Something did happen. Harry, what's wrong? What happened?

Harry smiled sadly and pulled Terry in for a hug. Castor nudged Terry's nose in greeting, earning a tiny giggle.

Harry: I'm okay, Terry. No one hurt me. I'm just a little shaken. Besides, it was kind of my own fault.

Castor nipped at Harry's ear in clear annoyance.

Harry: Hey! Castor, no biting. Alright, fine, it wasn't really my fault either.

Sebastian: Then who is at fault?

McGonagall: No one, Mr.Sallow. It is completely normal for some animagi so this case was not exactly abnormal.

Hermione and the other boys were present now, as well.

Hermione: What's completely normal for animagi?

McGonagall: To be stuck in their animal form, Miss.Granger. I think the only abnormal thing was Castor. I assume you are all aware of his situation?

Harry: They are, Professor. Castor kind of ... snapped, on the train.

McGonagall: I was under the impression that Castor would not hurt anyone or anything. Was I wrong?

Blaise: Heh, sort of.

McGonagall: "Sort of", Mr.Zabini?

Hermione: On the train, Neville, Blaise, Harry, and I were in a compartment with Ronald Weasley. Harry was talking about his family and Ronald started insulting him and one of his family members, whom Ronald had never met. After a few minutes, Castor snapped and transformed to pin Ronald to the window by his neck. Harry got him to stop as Ronald was about to pass out.

McGonagall (Eyes narrowing): Thank you, Miss.Granger. I will be talking to Mr.Weasley about this, tonight. For now, Mr.Potter, just keep an eye on Castor so he doesn't harm anyone.

Harry nodded in understanding and Professor McGonagall walked away, leaving the group of friends.

Anthony: So, did anything interesting happen at the Ministry?

Before Harry could answer him, Castor reared up and hissed something, in an almost agitated tone. Harry sighed.

Harry: We'd better find a secluded place to talk. Castor has some things to say.