Chapter 31: Easter Holiday

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The train ride back to King's Cross is relatively peaceful. Harry gave me his invisibility cloak and after a minor freak out over the fact that Harry fucking Potter has an invisibility cloak, I took it with the promise to go sit with them on the train. Once I'm on the train, I slip into the bathroom and throw the cloak around me and sneak through to the Gryffindor section. I bump into a few people on the way and purposefully elbow Hugh in the ribs as I walk past him and the rest of the group. I snicker a little under my breath but continue on. I finally make it to Fred's section and peer into each compartment until I find him. I slip inside and take the cloak off.

"Hi, love," I say as I sit down next to him, handing the cloak back to Harry. He kisses my forehead. "Hi," I say to the rest of the compartment, which consists of George, the trio and Gin. They all greet me and then, after Hermione casts a modified privacy charm over the compartment, we spend the rest of the train ride chatting, playing exploding snap and chess and eating sweets off the trolley. The eight hour train ride back to London flies by and before I know it we arrive at the station. Harry passes me back the cloak and I once again throw it over me. I sneak back to the Slytherin section of the train and head into the bathroom to undisguise myself. I take off the cloak and sneak out of the bathroom. I bump into someone hard when I exit the bathroom. I reach out to steady myself and the person makes a noise of disgust.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say as I look up, meeting Hugh's hazel eyes. I back away quickly, bumping into the bathroom door behind me.

"You better be, Dawson," Hugh says, his voice dripping with malice. "You're running with the wrong crowd now." He looks me up and down with a disgusted look on his face and leans in, pinning me to the door. "How's that blood traitor cock treating you, hmm?" He murmurs, his breath hot and rancid on my face. "Especially when you know you could've had a pureblood on top of you instead." I smile at him sweetly, the way Ginny does before she throws a nasty hex at her brothers.

"That "blood traitor cock" fucks me better than you could ever have dreamed of," I say back, making air quotes. "Now get the fuck out of my way before I hex you."

"You may seem scary, Dawson," Hugh retorts. "But I've known you for years, you're all bark and no bite." He brushes past me back into the Slytherin compartments. Before he leaves my line of sight, I cast a non verbal bat bogey hex at him and then swiftly exit the train. I hear his shrieks of horror echo as I step off and smile in glee. I spot the Weasley crew plus Harry and Hermione a few meters ahead of me and grab my stuff before surreptitiously joining them. Molly is hugging her family and I find myself wishing I could throw the cloak off and join in. Harry turns around and subtly waves at the air where I am standing and I take the hint to follow the crowd of Weasleys plus Hermione and Harry to the magically enlarged cars that are waiting to take us to Grimmauld Place. I get in first so that I can take the cloak off me as soon as possible and Fred slides in next to me. The rest of the family files in and then the cars whisk us off to the house. A short car ride later and we arrive and file out of the vehicle. I don't bother putting the cloak back on, everyone here knows me and the Order can honestly suck my cock if they put up a fuss again. I trail behind Fred and stand next to Harry so that we can greet Sirius together. The anxiety I've felt about reading Regulus' letter ever since he and I spoke in the fireplace has calmed a touch but now that I'm here, the anxiety has returned in full force. We walk up the steps to number twelve and step inside. The house is quiet but as soon as we step through the doorway, Walburga's portrait starts shrieking about blood traitors and unclean blood being in her home.

"Oi!" Sirius shouts, stepping into the hallway from the kitchen. "Mummy dearest, if you could so kindly shut your bloody trap!" He waves his wand and the curtains around her portrait swing shut as Remus emerges from behind him and pats him on the shoulder consolingly.

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