'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 50: Corrupted Fear

[Seven - Taylor Swift]

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Mon. 17th October 1994 - 4:23pm...

During the week, I took the counter potion Professor Snape gave me, as he tried to locate his missing Potion supplies and bottles from his store. (Unsuccessfully, although he never returned to tell me; I picked it up from his growing frustration.)

Soon, the side effects began to wear off, and I no longer felt those headaches.

Today, Neville had invited me and Harry down to the black lake with him. He said a book on magical plants had mysteriously showed up in their shared dormitory, and he wanted to find the weeds in the water he had read about.

Neville kicked off his shoes, and rolled the bottom of his trousers up. He took an empty jar, and trekked through the water.

I sat down on my coat, beside Harry. I take out my Muggle book from my bag, and lean back against the tree trunk.

Harry didn't speak - He was the quietest he's ever been for ages.

Setting my book down, I lay my head on his shoulder. "Is Ron still not speaking with you?"

"I don't really want to talk about it, Jane." He muttered, pulling his sleeves of his hoodie down to cover his hands. He rubbed them together, sighing.

Earlier, I spared Neville and Harry my thoughts and opinions: keeping the conversation of the suspicious activity regarding the goblet between me and Sirius, via letter. I still awaited his response.

Especially my brother, he's already got enough of his mind - He certainly doesn't need my concerns on top of his own, too.

Harry tilts his head, leaning it on mine. He closed his eyes, crossing his arms.

I let him sit in silence, watching Neville pick plant after plant, bringing it up to his magnifying glass.

"Woah, look at this! That's amazing." He exclaims, waving the plant in our direction. "Jane, come and see this."

"I'm alright, thank you, Nev." I laugh, watching him fill the jar.

He dashed over, screwing on the lid. He shakes it, holding it up in the air to watch the plants spin around in the murky water inside.

He placed the jar next to our bags, lifting another to return to the water. "Amazing... Look at this one!" He proceeded to continue this, back and forth, until Harry opened his eyes. "Woah!"

"Neville, please: you're doing it again."

"Sorry," He says, waving to someone behind us.

We both stand, and spot our friends heading straight in our direction. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Kage.

Ron glared at my brother, whispering something to Hermione. She walks over to us.

"Uh... hi." Her face scrunched up.

"Hi?" Harry frowned.

"Ron wanted me to tell you... Uh, he was told by Parvati, who was told by Dean, who got told by Seamus, that... Hagrid's looking for you."