Leah Labelle has spent most of her years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the shadows, always present but never quite noticed. She often felt caught between not being ugly enough to be bullied and not being captivating enough to seiz...
"That's a terrible idea," Hermione says, crossing her arms, her eyes narrowing at me.
"Rubbish even," Ron adds, shaking his head like the suggestion itself was offensive.
I sigh in frustration, running a hand through my hair. We've been at this for days now—trying to jog my memories, going over every possible trigger. But no matter what we tried, all I got were headaches. The frustration was mounting. The world was unraveling around us, and here we were, stuck, going in circles. Harry needed them for something bigger, something far more important.
"It's not working, and you guys need to join Harry and start looking for Horcruxes," I say firmly, trying to push through the rising irritation.
"Come with us," Hermione responds immediately, as if she had rehearsed the words.
"Hermione, are you mad? She can't come with—"
Hermione shoots Ron a glare, cutting him off mid-sentence. "And why not?" she challenges, her voice sharp.
"Because—"
"Ron is right," I interject, cutting off his argument before he can finish. "I can't go with you guys. Not when my mind is this messed up. I'd just be a liability."
Hermione's hands shoot up in the air, her frustration spilling over. "So finding Theodore and the rest of them is your brilliant plan? Walking straight into the lion's den?"
I clench my teeth, my fingers tangling in my hair as I try to steady myself. "I don't want to walk into the lion's den, Hermione, but I need answers. And who knows, maybe I can help by giving you guys intel, figuring out what they're up to... even derail their plans if I can."
Ron and Hermione exchange a look, the kind that speaks volumes without words, an entire silent conversation hanging in the air between them. The tension presses down on my chest like a heavy weight, and for a moment, I wonder if they're going to try to stop me.
"Even if I don't want you to join us, I have to agree with Hermione," Ron says after a long pause, his voice tight. "What you're planning—it's dangerous."
Hermione's eyes lock onto mine, her expression softening slightly. "You join us the moment you get your memories back. No exceptions."
"What?" Ron exclaims, looking between us as if he's been left out of the entire conversation.
I nod, recognizing the steel behind Hermione's words. Once she's set her mind on something, there's no changing it. "In the meantime," I say, glancing at both of them, "I'll update you with anything I find out that might be helpful."
Silence falls between us again, the tension easing slightly as they both seem to accept the situation, though Ron still looks a bit unsettled.
"How are you going to find them?" Hermione asks, curiosity flickering in her eyes now, as if the puzzle I've just laid out for her is one she's already trying to solve.
"It won't be that hard," I say, a small smirk forming as my eyes flick to the phone resting on the table. "I have a plan." I pick it up, my thumb hovering over the contact I've been dreading but knew I'd have to reach out to.
"Who are you calling?" Ron asks, leaning in slightly.
"Someone who can't say no to me," I reply, my voice low.
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