❝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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LXIV. CONCLUSION OF A SPRING DAY
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"But you hold me with all that you have
And tell me you'll never look back"
IT DIDN'T REALLY TOOK LONG all that long for the rest of the school to know what had happened. News travelled fairly fast when you're a student in Hogwarts. That, and the fact that Moaning Myrtle had made sure that everyone could hear her screaming bloody murder when it happened, telling the story to anyone every chance she was given; Draco had already been visited in the hospital wing by Pansy Parkinson, who had lost no time in vilifying Harry far and wide, and Snape had told the staff precisely what had happened. Frankly, it was luck that Harry hadn't been pushed to be expelled. But because of that, he was to endure many... many... punishments from it.
It was safe to say that no one was particularly happy, though undoubtedly it didn't have anything to do with Draco almost dying, more so of the fact that Harry was no longer able to participate in the last match of the Championship because of his stupidity. Slytherin would taunt him, Gryffindor would cast glares at him, but that wasn't exactly what Harry was all that worried about.
Truly, none weighed as heavily on Harry's mind as one thing — the fact that he hadn't spoken to her since that day in the bathroom. Since the moment it all went wrong.
This time he knew she was avoiding him. And how could he blame her? He had almost killed someone. Even if it was Draco Malfoy, it didn't make it right. The thought gnawed at him like a festering wound. The distance between him and Marjorie felt insurmountable, and each day that passed without her voice, without her presence, only deepened his guilt.
But you know what's worse? It was the fact that added to the many wounds, was the salt provided by Hermione.
"Harry, I told you there was something off about that Prince person," Hermione said sharply, her tone full of the 'I-told-you-so' that made Harry's blood boil. "And now look what's happened."
"No, I don't think you were," Harry shot back, though his voice lacked conviction.
"Harry," Hermione pressed, leaning in, her frustration palpable. "You almost killed Malfoy. How can you still stick up for that book when that spell —"
"Will you stop harping on about the book!" Harry snapped, his patience wearing thin. He dragged his hand through his hair as his frustration mounted. "The Prince only copied it out! It's not like he was advising anyone to use it! For all we know, he was making a note of something that had been used against him!"
