"It's lonely to be more powerful than any man you know."
- Merlin
Twelve years after Harry Potter defeated Voldemort and put an end to the First Wizarding War, the Wizarding world is shaken by the news that Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban. But no...
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The next morning, Rhea woke up to the sound of the thunder rumbling overhead, the pounding of the wind against the castle walls, and the distant creaking of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. The realisation that she in a few hours would be out on the Quidditch field, battling through that gale, made her want to hide under the warmth of her blanket.
A little over two months in Scotland wasn't enough to get used to the British weather after you'd spent a majority of your life in countries like Australia, New Zealand and Bali. At times Rhea wondered how her mother — who seemed to be cold all the time — survived the first twenty years of her life in this climate.
Deciding to just rip off the bandage, Rhea threw off the cover and climbed out of bed. A shiver ran through her when her bare feet touched the cold stone floor. Since the other girls still slept soundly in their beds, Rhea quietly made her way over to the bathroom and changed her clothes.
On her way out, she picked up her Nimbus Two Thousand — a gift she'd gotten for her twelfth birthday— and quietly walked out of the dormitory. It was still quite early, just at the crack of dawn, so when she reached the bottom of the spiral staircase it was to find the Common Room near empty.
On the couch in front of the fireplace sat Harry, gazing into the flames. The noise of the storm was even louder in the common room, so he didn't hear her approach until Rhea said, "Good morning."
Harry jumped a little, clearly deep in his own thoughts. "Good morning," he said, forcing a smile. Judging by the dark rings under his eyes, he hadn't slept much. "Are you excited for your first game?"
"Yes," Rhea nodded, taking a seat on the couch across from him, dropping her broom down by her feet. "Excited to play but terrified I will get struck by lightning or get blown off my broom."
Harry cracked a small smile, "I feel the same. Wood pointed out Diggory to me yesterday. Under normal circumstances it would be an advantage that the is a lot bigger than me but today — let's just say his weight makes it less likely for him blown off course."
"If it makes you feel better, I don't think anyone will be able to see if it happens in this weather," Rhea looked out the window to see the dark grey skies and pouring rain.
"Fair point — Crookshanks!" Harry suddenly yelled, and he ran over to the staircase leading up to the boys' dormitories. He disappeared from view and then reappeared, holding a very displeased yellow cat by the tail. "I'm honestly starting to think that Ron was right about this thing being after Scabbers."
"Maybe," Rhea said, narrowing her eyes at the ginger-coloured cat. He was very big, bandy-legged, ginger-coloured and with a grumpy and oddly squashed that made it look as if he had run headlong into a brick wall. "I can't fault him for chasing the rat, but I can't help but wonder what Hermione saw in this cat."
