"If you're the lord, what does that make me? The lady?"
The war is over and all seems to be going minimally well until everything comes crashing back down for Adhara to the point where she would trade her existence to fix everything that had gone wr...
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Those in the future, and a few others, noticed how Adhara and Deimos looked as if something was going through their minds at the look of sadness in their eyes.
“I would like to read,” Narcissa admitted in response to Hadrian's question, which neither of them heard. “Thank you, cousin dear,” she smiled with her usual elegance as she arched her back as if this were a speech to be given in front of an audience and not a lecture that should have long since lost many formalities. “Chapter eighteen: Through the trapdoor.”
“And of course he had to butt in again,” Lily sighed, leaning on her sister's shoulder before pointing at the Potter heir. “It's your prankster and carefree genes to blame.”
James, on the other hand, simply held up his hands in surrender for he saw no mistake in that statement, even if there were external factors affecting Hadrian, they could not doubt that his genes were still strong against Lily's.
“Tell me this ends well,” Lady Potter pleaded with Mrs Evans, looking at her grandson.
“It could have been worse,” he replied, smiling, “luckily I only ended up exhausted.”
“And with marks that left room for improvement,” Hermione added quietly, remembering how her friend had passed the year by the skin of his teeth.
In years to come, Harry could never remember how he had managed to take his exams when part of him expected Voldemort to walk through the door at any moment.
“If he turned up, it would be to teach you class lessons, not to stop you taking an exam,” snorted Adhara. “He is a brainiac after all.”
“But you love this brainiac,” he replied with a sly grin as he took one of her hands and placed a kiss on each of her knuckles.
“That's debatable,” she replied with a denial as she took her hand back.
However, the days passed and there was no doubt that Fluffy was still alive and well, behind the closed door.
It was very hot, especially in the large classroom where they were being examined in writing. They had been given new, special pens that had been enchanted with an anti-trap charm. They also had practical exams. Professor Flitwick called them into the classroom one by one, to see if they could make a pineapple tap dance on the desk. Professor McGonagall watched them as they turned a mouse into a snuff box. Points were awarded to the prettiest boxes, but lost if they had whiskers. Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks as they tried to remember how to make a forgetting potion.
Harry did his best, trying to ignore the twinges he felt in his forehead, a pain that had been bothering him since the night he'd been in the forest. Neville thought Harry was a serious case of the jitters, because he couldn't sleep at night. But the truth was that Harry was waking up because of his old nightmare, which had become worse, because the hooded figure appeared dripping with blood.
