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HARRY'S POV

I was shocked beyond comparison, yet all the building blocks fit. "Let me get this straight, you say that there might be a piece of Voldemort in Nagini as there in me?" I asked, my expression stony yet astonished.

"Yeah," Liv said, her worried pacing fast, but silent. "It all fits! how could you have seen it if Voldemort have some type of piece of himself in Nagini. Maybe he put a piece of himself in you or Nagini on purpose?"

"But why would he put a piece o-" I started when Olivia put a finger to silence me.

She stormed out, the door almost slamming on my fingers because I had quickly jumped up to follow her.

She burst into the bustling kitchen and stared a hole into the supposed father with the handsome blond hair, who was in the middle of talking to Sirius.

She mimed cutting neck, as though he was doing something that she didn't like, and she was telling him to stop.

I tapped on her shoulder and her shiny light brown hair wafted a lavender scent at my face, slapping my face at the same time. "Oh, sorry." she said, touching my shoulder, sending warm waves through my body.

"No, it's fine." I said. smiling at her. "But what did you hear him say?"

"All vampires can hear from afar, so he heard our conversation and I heard his, when he wanted to tell Sirius." Liv explained.

"Why can't we tell Sirius?"

"Because, they might think you're possessed by Voldemort's snake or something crazy like that." Olivia said, continuing her frantic pacing.

"So what should we do now?" said Edward, who I hadn't noticed was in the room.

"We just wait." Liv said, "We wait until we can tell Dumbledore."

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When we got to the breakfast table after the conversation, the handsome blond man glared at Olivia as though he wanted to do something and she told him no, like a pouting boy who had just been told by his mom that he couldn't get ice cream.

"Hello!" Olivia had exclaimed, as though nothing had happened.

"Hey Olivia!" Ron exclaimed, food in his mouth.

The rest of the day leading up to visiting Mr Weasley was very uneventful, it was mostly Olivia making jokes as though she wasn't just in a mental crisis an hour before. Wow, she was such a good actor. Everyone but the Cullens and me went to sleep, because they had stayed up the whole night.

She asked me as we just sat in silence when everyone had gone upstairs to their beds, "Harry?" 

"Yeah, Liv?" I asked, looking into her golden eyes.

"What do you think will happen once we get back to school?" She scratched her head, ruffling her silky hair. 

"Umbridge's gonna be mad as hell." I said, laughing, despite the whole situation. "She'll probably give me detention. I really hope you don't get detention, though. Honestly, love, I would take a lot more detentions than see you being tortured." 

Liv looked at me, smiling. "Thanks, Harry." 

The moment lasted forever. Her beautiful eyes stared into mine and her perfect pale skin glistened.

"Harry, where's Liv-" Hermione burst in, her once bushy hair now damp. She was holding a towel to her hair, squeezing her hair with the towel. 

We straightened up so fast I was just fast as Liv. I didn't even notice that we were slowly coming together. 

"Liv, could you do my hair?" Hermione said, a smile sprouting on her face. 

"Sure," Liv said, jumping up so fast that she seemed blurred. 

She left the room just as fast, Hermione scampering after her. Before Hermione left the room, she gave me a knowing smirk before exiting and slamming the door behind her. 

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OLIVIA'S POV 

Hermione kept sneaking glances at my poker face as we walked to the bathroom, where I would braid her hair into dutch braids. 

When she sat down on a chair, I sped to get a hair brush and a few tiny elastics from the bathroom. I came back to her and started her dutch braids. 

When I finished the first half of the left braid, Hermione started talking, because we had been sitting there in silence. "So..." 

"Yeah, Hermione?" I asked, my eyes not wavering from the braid. 

"What do you feel about Harry?" she asked, bluntly. 

"Oh," I asked, in surprise. "We're just friends, if that's what you're asking." 

"It really didn't look like it when you were on the way to meet in the middle." 

"Ugh, you're so-" I said, cutting myself off as I heard Edward talking to someone, happily?? This isn't normal at all. 

"Your name's Ginny, right?" he asked. 

No way. He's flirting with my best friend. Oh he's dead. 

I quickly finished both braids while telling Hermione about what I heard, simultaneously listening to Edward and Ginny's conversation. Hermione just laughed when I finished and I gave her a glare that shut her up. 

I burst in and they stopped talking immediately. "What do you think you're doing?" 

Edward gave a look that said, SHE DOESNT KNOW! 

I realized that I hadn't told her and cringed internally. 

"Talking??" she asked, confused. 

"Sorry I just thought my brother was flirting with you." I said, angry. 

"How do you know?" she asked, smug. 

"I kinda was eavesdropping." I said, feeling around in my pocket to find an extendable ears in my pocket, and took it up to cover how I had really known. 

Ginny laughed. 

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When we got to St. Mungos, I was pitying everyone, especially in the permanent damage section. There was a woman who had dog fur all over her face and a man who thinks he's a teapot. 

Then I saw Neville. 

He was walking around with an elderly woman who I assumed was his grandma. 

"Hey, Neville!" I said, smiling and waving. 

It took two seconds for his face to turn Weasley red. 

"Neville, are these your friends?" His grandma asked. "I'm Augusta Longbottom, Neville's grandmother." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" I said, smiling at the elderly woman. 

"WHat are you doing here, Neville?" Ron asked. 

"You didn't tell your friends?" Mrs Longbottom asked as she turned to Neville. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your parents, you should be proud!" 

"What happened to them?" Hermione asked. 

"My son and his wife, were tortured into insanity by Death Eaters." 

The information hit me as though it was a slap to the face. My hands flew up to my mouth in shock, as though did Hermione's. 

"I'm so sorry, Neville," I said, going over to him to give him a gentle hug. "No one should have to go through that." 

As if on cue, supposedly his mother came over to him, her eyes staring ahead. 

"What is it, Alice?" Mrs Longbottom asked. 

The insane person handed the already flustered Neville a gum wrapper. 

"Oh, Neville, go throw that out." Mrs Longbottom said, waving an impatient hand. 

But he looked around before slipping the wrapper in his pocket. 

If my heart could've broken, I would've. 

Poor Neville.