❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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'Asteria,
I know you are stubborn, but there are some things you need to keep in mind as well.
Now, I never would say this to you, but your mother would be rather hurt by the way you have been treating the last ever memory she has left for you. How I came upon this information of you having her letter, I would not reveal.
Though I am disappointed in you.
Whatever sentiment you have for keeping her letter somewhere, collecting dust, might be reasonable for someone else. But someone like you— someone who is meant to take a burden, a responsibility; all it is.. is a shame.
I might have come off as harsh, but all I mean to do is pull you back on track and make sure you are prepared for when times get harder. And a mere letter from Isabella should be the last thing testing the straws of your mental strength. There's much worse to come.
Therefore, I advise you to get yourself together and finish that matter at once.'
Harry opened the Marauder's Map once he had found an empty passage, and was relieved to find the corridor completely deserted.
He was not sure whether his chances of getting inside the room were better with Malfoy inside it or out, but at least his first attempt was not going to be complicated by the presence of Crabbe or Goyle pretending to be an eleven-year-old girl.. or anyone else for that matter, because there could be no other explanation than Ria's reasoning of the Polyjuice Potion.
And as he had told her, he was going to take the responsibility to find out what Malfoy was up to.
He closed his eyes as he approached the place where the Room of Requirement's door was concealed. He knew what he had to do; he had become most accomplished at it last year.
Concentrating with all his might he thought, I need to see what Malfoy's doing in here. I need to see what Malfoy's doing in here. I need to see what Malfoy's doing in here..
Three times he walked past the door; then, his heart pounding with excitement, he opened his eyes and faced it. But he was still looking at a stretch of mundanely blank wall.
He moved forward and gave it an experimental push. The stone remained solid and unyielding.
"Okay," said Harry aloud. "Okay.. I thought the wrong thing."
He pondered for a moment then set off again, eyes closed, concentrating as hard as he could. I need to see the place where Malfoy keeps coming secretly.. I need to see the place where Malfoy keeps coming secretly.
After three walks past, he opened his eyes expectantly. There was no door. "Oh, come off it, that was a clear instruction!" He told the wall irritably. "Fine.."
