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↱ in which they form an unlikely bond
THE SIGHT HORRIFIED Scarlett. More than anything she'd ever seen in her life.
She knew she was having another one of her visions by the way she felt like her mind was separated from her body, like she was just eyes floating around.
She saw Harry. Again. She really hoped she stopped seeing his face. His eyebrows were knit together in concentration and his hair was sopping wet, sticking up in different angles. But that's not what initially caught her eye.
Harry was shirtless.
Why of all things did she have to see Harry Potter having a bath?
His arms were more toned than she imagined they'd be, considering his overall personality, and in them was a large shiny golden egg. It was the same one he got from completing the first task.
Scarlett really didn't know why he decided to take his egg for a swim, but it seemed he knew what he was doing because he submerged it under the soapy water soon after followed by his head.
If Scarlett could roll her eyes right now she would. For now she only imagined she did. Why was this important? Dumbledore had said her gift was handcrafted specifically for her. Why did the universe have to plague her with it? Did it desperately want her to have a peak into Harry Potter's life even if she despised him? She wanted to see something important.
Just then, her vision went black. For a moment she thought she was finally waking up, then she saw his horrible mangled face and she really wished she had woken up.
The torchlight flickered across his face, so that the scars and the chunk missing from his nose looked deeper and darker than ever.
"Close shave, Potter," Mad-Eye muttered.
"Yeah... I— er... thanks," Harry spoke weakly.
Scarlett felt a sinking feeling in her gut. The last time she'd had a vision of Harry and Mad-Eye alone had not been a very good one. In a weird way, she felt the need to step in between them—stop Moody from nearing Harry any more. For her own sake, of course.
She was also curious. What was the close shave? By the looks of it, Harry had fallen victim to one of Hogwarts staircase's trick steps, his leg dangling through it. His shiny golden egg was on the stair above which made Scarlett wonder if this was the same night. Harry definitely had a shirt on this time.
"What is this thing?" Moody questioned, drawing a piece of parchment out of his pocket and unfolding it.
"Map of Hogwarts," Harry explained quickly, his face screwed up in pain. Why did Harry need a map of Hogwarts?
