Tempus | Harry Potter |

25

The Fourth Name

Walking back to the common room was as awkward and silent as Harry expected. He didn't have to look back to know that Hermione and Ron were walking close behind him.

Blending in with the last students who were coming back from dinner, the three of them entered last into the portrait hole walking into the common room.

Students hurrying to their dormitories as they had classes the next day. Harry didn't stop to look back behind him as he too made his way over to the dormitory stairs.

"Wait!" He heard Hermione's voice yell out, and he froze in place, "No, we're not talking about it." Harry said as he turned around to see Hermione and Ron standing in the middle of the common room which was now empty.

"What, so we're just going to pretend like none of that just happened?" Hermione said again as she looked back between the two boys.

"What do you expect us to say?" Ron mumbled as he avoided eye contact with them.

"She was your friend, I don't know the last thing I expected was for you to walk away-"

"-She was our friend!" Ron yelled out cutting her off, he raised his head to meet her eyes. "She was our friend, we were all friends once."

Harry scoffed, "Yeah, and look where that got us, if you want to talk about it, talk amongst yourselves because as far as I know, I'm done involving myself with that, with that freak."

With his last words, he didn't give it a second thought as he turned back around and made his way back to his dorm.

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"Shit, shit," Harry mumbled under his breath as he was getting dressed for the day. His last alarm hadn't gone off, and now breakfast would be ending in less than fifteen minutes.

Putting on his last shoe, he pulled his school bag off the floor, causing something to fall out of it. The loud metal thud told Harry exactly what it was.

His silver flask.

He stared at it for a couple of seconds before picking it up back. Every week, he poured the liquid medicine Lupin would send up for him.

'One sip, and you're good to go,' his dad's voice rang out in his ears.

He had never questioned why he had to drink it, as he was told so. 'It'll help with all of your allergies,' his mom has stated, countless times. 

Especially the one night he forgot to drink it.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror. Lifting some of his hair off his forehead, he stared hard, "Scar...where would I even-" he stopped himself and sighed. "What am I doing?"

Setting the small flask into his bag, he threw it over his shoulder and walked out of the room.

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It was breakfast hour, and the many conversations among students grew louder and louder as the Great Hall began to fill up, more now as Durmstrang and Beuxbatons had arrived last week.

Raya sat alone as she ate, she listened closely to the conversations that surrounded her. She was set that by morning; she was ready to hear all sorts of names that demeaned her as crazy.

Yet, she heard nothing and was treated with the same, normal hatred, as always.

Raya's eyes darted across the hall, she noticed how Hermione sat at the end in between Parvati and Lavender, looking bored out of her mind.

Ron sat alone a couple of people away from her, and Harry, she still hadn't seen him. Maybe it was a good thing.

The plate in front of her stayed empty, how could she eat?