𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 ━ Golden Trio Era

━chapter 8

Chapter 8
━━━━━━━━ ✥ ━━━━━━━━

ADHARA HEARD HARRY TRUDGE DOWN THE STAIRS, BEHIND HERSELF AND MILLIE.

"It's just that — Millie. Are you sure?"

Adhara didn't see what was so difficult to understand. It was perfectly understandable, really. She swerved around, arms crossed.

"Harry, drop it."

Harry didn't even so much as look at her. "It's just — prefect is a big deal, you know. Are you sure you don't want it? You saw how happy Hermione and Ron were."

And how disappointed you were, Adhara didn't say.

Millicent simply shrugged, flipping her blue hair back. "As sure as I was when I sent the badge back to Hogwarts. I don't want to be prefect. It's too much work."

Apparently, the girl had received her badge the same day as Ron and Mione did, and had elected not to tell anyone. Didn't want to steal anyone's thunder, she said. Adhara knew it was because Hermione would never let her live it down if she ever found that Millie turned down the offer to be prefect.

She wasn't even planning on telling Adhara. She and Harry just happen to walk in on the girl sending her letter back. And perhaps that was the reason behind Adhara's foul mood, but she wasn't going to admit that.

Harry made a confused face. "But so is being Madam Pomfrey's apprentice?"

"That is actually enjoyable. Not looking out for who's following the rules and who isn't. I barely follow any rules." She turned to Harry fully. "And I'm good at the Hospital Wing, so I don't care about the rest."

"Oh..."

Adhara raised a brow. She paused on the steps, watching Millie climb further down. Harry stood beside her.

"We all got our own things, haven't we? You got quidditch, I have healing magic, and Adhara's got her journalism. What more do we need?"

Harry didn't respond, so Adhara elbowed him. He yelped, glaring at her. She smirked, intending to walk away, but her brother put his foot in front of her, tripping her.

Millie shook her head from the landing. "Now, if you both are done acting like children, I'd appreciate it if you kept this to yourself? I don't need Hermione fussing over me. Even more so—"

A muffled sound caught them off guard. Glancing at each other, the three silently neared the drawing room, where the sound was coming from — like someone was crying, but didn't want to be caught.

Ears pressed against the door, they noticed that the sobbing persisted. Not wasting another second, Harry flung open the door and froze in place.

"Haz," she said quietly. "Wha—"

Beside her, she heard Millie gasp at the sight. There, on the old carpet, laid the limp body of Ron Weasley, on his stomach with his arms splayed out. His eyes stared at them, vacantly.

From somewhere else within the room, Adhara heard a soft and trembling voice.

"R—r — riddiculus!"

A cracking sound. Ron's body shifted, the flock of red hair got longer, the jaw turned more square, though the nose and the eyes remained somewhat similar. Bill Weasley's body had replaced Ron's.

"Ri — riddiculus!"

Adhara turned towards the voice and saw Molly Weasley's sobbing figure pointing a wand at her sons' dead bodies.