𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Ch 57 - Death Day Party

Only, after McGonagall was gone, Harry came back running after talking with Nick, and declared something very intriguing, “We're going to a Deathday Party!"

"We're what now?" Lucifer said, not being heard of this party before.

"A Deathday Party?" Hermione asked, her interests peaked. "I bet there aren't many living people who can say they've been to one of those... it'll be fascinating!"

"Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?" Ron asked. He was grumpy because Hermione didn't help him in his homework while he ate, and he wasn't pleased, "It sounds dead depressing to me...”

“But, It's a personal invite from the host, Sir Nicholas De Mimsy-Porpington himself." Harry said cheerfully, as if this was the best thing in the world.

"Yay... can't wait!" Lucifer cheered sarcastically, after realised who gave the invite.

"Oh, come on Luci-" Hermione began.

“I'd rather you didn't...”

“I'm going to the bathroom...” she said with a blush creeping up her face and a bite of her lip.

“Whoops...” Lucifer mumbled as Harry snorted in laughter, knocking over an ink pot and spilling its contents all over Ron's half-finished Potions essay.

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By the time Halloween arrived, Harry had voiced his regret at agreeing to go to the Death Day party, "A promise is a promise," Hermione reminded him bossily, "you said you would go, so you have to go."

The rest of the school was happily anticipating the Halloween feast; the Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, Hagrid's vast pumpkins were carved into lanterns with enough room to have three men sit inside, and there were rumors that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons for entertainment this year.

Lucifer more than anything wanted to see the dancing skeletons, but he was stuck going to a Death Day party.

He voiced his discontent several times, but Hermione, who mistook his sarcastic answer, reminded Lucifer of making a promise to her several times.

Once Seven o'clock neared, the four of them walked straight past the entrance to the Great Hall,
which was glittering invitingly with gold plates and candles, and they directed their steps instead towards the dungeons.

Unknowingly, Harry now becomes a double agent in mixing his two groups of friends, in his debacles.

He just thought, it was a pretty good thing, for being able to decrease the bad blood.

The Passageway that led to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with candles, just like the Great Hall.

These candles, however, were far from giving off a cheerful vibe.

They were long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light, even over their own living faces.

Lucifer think they were actually pretty sweet. It didn't take long for a sound to enter their ears; it was like nails on a chalkboard, a thousand nails, but with the rhythm it seemed to have, it gave off an eerie feeling of someone thinking it to be music.

"Is that supposed to be music?" Ron asked in a whisper. They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at a doorway hung with black velvet drapes.

"My dear friends," he said mournfully, "Welcome... welcome... so pleased you could come..." He said, sweeping off his plumed hat and bowing them inside, his head flinging about as he did.