DISCONTINUED!!
"𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭."
This is the second installment of my Theodore Nott fanfic. You don't have to read Love and War, ther...
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“You can’t avoid them forever,” Harry Potter said to his best friend, while they walked down the hallways. Lizzie glanced at Harry for a moment, before looking back forward.
“Who said I was avoiding them?” she asked, trying to seem not bothered by the topic.
“Lizzie, you practically shook them off your shoe at the Ministry. It was like they were trash in your eyes,” he told her. Lizzie rolled her eyes, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him off to the side.
“Harry, have you forgotten what their parents did?” she asked him, her eyes showing sadness. “They stood there and watched as Voldemort tortured us, and watched him taunt Cedric’s dead body!”
“Lizzie. . .” Harry muttered, looking at her with pity.
“I might not have agreed with Cedric, but he was still human,” she told him, shaking her head. She wiped away a tear that fell. “Their parents, Harry. If their parents are working for him, then that means that those kids could work for him to–”
“Lizzie,” Harry said, putting his hand on her shoulders. “You need to calm down, okay? They’re still your friends, and you can’t judge them because of their parents. You have to talk to them. Even if you don’t tell the full truth, they need to know why you ignored them all summer, and why you haven’t talked to them since we got back.”
“I know,” she whispered. “What do I tell them?”
“Anything you want to,” he told her, showing sympathy. “Just talk to them, okay? For me?”
“Okay,” Lizzie mumbled, making Harry smile.
“Good,” Harry told her, and smiled brightly. “Now, let’s go to class. Maybe you can sit next to your fancy crush. Theodore was it?”
“Don’t tease me!” she yelled and hit him on the arm. Harry just laughed before pulling her along to class.
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“Hello, lovely children,” Professor Umbridge called out to the class. She had a sickly fake smile on her face. She was wearing all pink, and her wand was tucked into her waistband.
Everyone judged her silently, not wanting the pink frog to be teaching their class. The smiling professor just handed out a book with her wand on each table, which contained four people.
