❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XLIV. THE START TO A DREADED SCHOOL YEAR
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"I've never seen someone lit from within
Blurring out my periphery"
APPARENTLY, THE INVITATION THAT HARRY and Neville had gotten was an invitation to a weird gathering of what, quoting Ginny, "Seems to be people who are famously tied or something like that," which was, well, weird.
What was even weirder, though, was Harry's sudden disappearance after the event. While Never had returned to the compartment with Ginny, Harry seemed to have something urgent to attend to and slipped away without much of an explanation. Marjorie didn't dwell on it at first, choosing instead to focus on Daphne, who had spent the last couple of hours animatedly discussing Astoria's questionable taste in suitors. Daphne's voice filled the compartment with a lively energy, her words carrying a mix of exasperation and amusement as she recounted the latest drama involving her younger sister.
Marjorie, however, listened as much as she could. Though, her attention kept drifting back to the book she had borrowed from Anya's library, the pages a comforting distraction from the growing sense of unease that had begun to creep into her thoughts. The train continued to rumble steadily toward the platform, and as the landscape outside the window shifted from rolling hills to familiar urban scenery, the students in the compartment began to change into their school robes.
But with every passing minute, the unease gnawed more persistently at Marjorie. Harry still hadn't returned, and his prolonged absence was starting to stir concern among them all. As she fumbled with the clasp of her cloak, she noticed Hermione glancing around the compartment with furrowed brows, her worry evident.
"And you're sure he didn't say anything else?" Hermione pressed, her tone sharp as she adjusted her tie with precise, agitated movements.
"For the last time, Hermione, he didn't say anything else!" Ginny snapped, her patience wearing thin. "That stupid git just went off! For all we know, he'll probably show up soon."
Despite Ginny's confident words, neither Hermione nor Ron seemed entirely convinced. Ron's brow was furrowed in concern, and Hermione's lips were pressed into a thin line as she continued to mull over the situation.
"You two should go and do your prefect duties," Marjorie suggested with a resigned sigh, trying to push away her own worries. "I'm sure he's fine and will be back before we arrive."
In fact, he didn't.
Harry never showed up whatsoever, and Marjorie took back what she said about him being fine and all. And it seemed that she was the only one that now felt anxious; Ginny had already given up on trying to search for him; Neville was completely clueless; Luna was out of the question. Daphne tried to reassure her that perhaps he had been caught in talking with people and all —
