The fact that Harry Potter was going out with Ginny Weasley seemed to interest a great number of people, most of them girls.
"You'd think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny, as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry's legs and reading the Daily Prophet. "Three dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a hippogriff tattooed across your chest."
Ron, Hermione, and I roared with laughter. But Harry just ignored us.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."
Ron scowled as Hermione and I rolled around laughing.
"Watch it," he said, pointing warningly at Harry and Ginny.
"Just because I've given my permission doesn't mean I can't withdraw it —"
"'Your permission,'" scoffed Ginny. "Since when did you give me permission to do anything? Anyway, you said yourself you'd rather it was Harry than Michael or Dean."
"Yeah, I would," said Ron grudgingly. "And just as long as you don't start snogging each other in public —"
"You filthy hypocrite! What about you and Lavender, thrashing around like a pair of eels all over the place?" demanded Ginny.
As we moved into June Harry and Ginny didn't end up getting much time to spend together, as the O.W.L.s were approaching and she was therefore forced to study for hours into the night.
The same was true with Luna, and although I spent as much time as I could with her, it wasn't much more that I had been spending with her as she'd be confined to the library late into the night.
It was on one such evening, I had just wished Luna goodnight, and was heading towards the Gryffindor tower from the library.
"You're (Y/n) right? (Y/n) Riddle?" A voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see a tall blond girl I'd seen around the Slytherin common room from time to time.
She was almost as tall as me, and almost as muscular too. Her blond hair was braided into one thick braid reaching the middle of her back, and she looked at me with pale blue eyes.
"And you are?" I asked her, clutching my wand in my robe pocket.
"Ingrid Olsen" she said sticking out her hand to shake mine.
"And you're looking for me why?" I asked her suspiciously.
"Archibald told me about you, he said we might have a...mutual goal." She told me.
"You want to take out Voldemort as well?" I asked her.
"I couldn't care less about that, if he kill him on the way we kill him. I want revenge on Edgar." Ingrid said crossing her arms. "And from what I've heard you two don't exactly see eye to eye."
"And why do you want revenge on him?" I asked her. "Did he send your parents to Azkaban?"
"No he killed my mother, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The grief was too much for my dad and he ended up taking his own life. From there I was thrown into an orphanage. I want revenge on Edgar for taking away my family, my childhood." She told me.
"Well then, I'm sure we can work something out...I doubt we'll be able to anything while we're still at school, and he is as well. I'm still figuring out a plan but I'll contact you when I have some plan sorted." I told her.
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Half Blood Prince
Fanfic(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.
