FLIPPED - harry potter

༺ 56 - the flight to freedom.

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| THE FLIGHT TO FREEDOM |
"Even if I had to act like I wasn't in love with—"

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"BUT WHY HAVEN'T YOU GOT OCCLUMENCY LESSONS ANY MORE?" asked Hermione with a frown on her face, it was a surprise to everyone. One moment he was doing back to back lessons and then soon after he was told he didn't need to do any more. Whatever had happened, Alora knew it was more than what Harry had originally stated.

"I've told you," Harry muttered. "Snape reckons I can carry on by myself now I've got the basics."

"So you've stopped having funny dreams?" Hermione approached incredulously.

"Pretty much," Harry lied through his teeth. Alora raised a brow in suspicion.

"Well, I don't think Snape should stop until you're absolutely sure you can control them!" Hermione straightened herself up, she scrunched her brows together. "Harry, I think you should go back to him and ask---"

"No," Harry shut down at once. "Just drop it, Hermione, okay?"

At last, the first day of the Easter holidays had arrived and Hermione had made it her mission to draw up revision time-tables for the four of them. Harry, Alora and Ron simply let her do it; there would be no point complaining anyways, nothing stopped Hermione when an idea popped up in her mind.

Alora didn't really feel as though she had a holiday to enjoy, as she couldn't get the idea that her O.W.L. exams were creeping up on everyone relatively speedily out of her mind. Ron had seemed to only come to terms with that fact in the recent days.

"How can that come as a shock?" Hermione demanded, as she tapped a square on Ron's timetable with her wand.

"I dunno," Ron shrugged, "there's been a lot going on."

"Well, there you are," she handed him the following schedule, "if you follow that you should do fine."

"You've given me an evening off every week!"

"That's for Quidditch practice," nodded Hermione.

The smile present in Ron's face dimmed, he placed the timetable down, "What's the point? We've got about as much chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year as Dad's got of becoming Minister of Magic."

"If you talk to yourself like that, then, yeah, maybe you won't do great," Alora looked over to Ron, she raised a brow, "you're good at Quidditch. . .anyway, Odette says O.W.L. season isn't an easy one, so, I'd listen to Mione this time."

"How did Odette revise exactly?" Hermione asked, "I heard she did pretty well."

"Yeah," Alora nodded, "she said she basically revised everyday for a couple of months and she would always study the night before a test. . .get in late information I guess?"

As days went by, the sun became a little warmer and the flowers appeared a little brighter with the spring showers that showed every so often to tend to it --- nothing had changed in Harry's eyes with the way he felt about James Potter. His feelings were still cold, and every time he'd defended his father, spoke well of him, looked up to him, Harry seemed to regret. He wanted nothing to do with the man.