Act. XVII. Like One again

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"Hey, you're fatter."

"Ron."

"What? It's the truth."

Harriet rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything about it. She'll take it as flattery, considering she always looked malnourished. Harriet enters the cabin that Ron said "was occupied", Remus being huddled against the window. Harriet sits up abruptly and leans back against him.

"Harriet, don't both-"

"He's Moony," Harriet notifies snuggling a little tighter. "He's going to be this year's defense against the dark arts teacher." Harriet comments excitedly. Hermione closes the doors and keeps her brows slightly furrowed.

"And he's already asleep?"

"He gets very tired." excuses Harriet and Remus barely stirs a bit in his seat.

The trip of limited to chattering on and on, but they don't speak too loudly so as not to wake him. He should have with Harriet's weight so suddenly on top of him. His lack of consciousness exposes how exhausted he must be. The journey circulates quietly, to the point where Harriet forgets Gellert, forgets what she saw of Bellatrix.

Overall, Harriet is just happy to have Moony here, to talk to Hermione and Ron after a whole summer -extended-, without having been able to do so. They each go to change and when it's Harriet's turn, the train stops and the lights flicker before shutting off for good.

"This time, it wasn't me," Harriet says, straightening up. She rubs her hands together, suddenly very cold "Are we close?"

"Not at all" says Hermione, leaning against the window to try to make out Hogsmade. "There's... no... thing."

She turns away from the window, which fills with frost. Ron sees the same on the glass of the doors. He turns away slowly, joining Hermione and both holding hands tightly. Harriet discreetly moves Remus. The door opens, very slowly. A bony, black hand slides open the wood and glass door.

What peeks through looks just like a specter. A creature with a black veil and an opening that must lead to its lips. Harriet holds her breath, leaning more and more on Remus for how much closer he comes to her.

She chokes.

She feels terribly cold.

She doesn't know what exactly she feels.

Only that her entire mind goes numb and any moment where despair and sadness overpowered her, they leap out as a direct attack on her entire existence. Remus moves quickly, raising his wand and a halo of light shooting out of it. The specter gives a faint growl before hurrying away.

Harriet pulls in air, one hand on her chest and the inability to hold it in.

"Easy. It's over." Remus hugs her and Harriet clings to the other's arms, anxious.

. . .

"The giant will be teaching the class this year."

"He knows about animals. He's naturally an expert."

Knowing that Hagrid will be the Magical Creatures teacher is indifferent to Tom. He doesn't like him, but Tom must admit that he is an expert in his branch. After all, the man walks around with hippogriffs as if they were family. He's hopeful that something entertaining will come of this.

Anyone would think it's stupid for him to choose that subject, yet again, he wants to meddle in all the political issues of the magical world. One of them includes magical creatures, their rights and participation in society. Tom understands that some have more thoughts than others, not to mention the vitality of their existences.

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