"Didn't know you was into gingers, Malfoy?"
"Shut up Weasley"
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Gemma Weasley shared many similarities with her siblings, the ginger hair, pale skin, freckles and a super sense of humour, yet she was the one that stood out from them all. Even her tw...
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The Room of Requirement hummed with excitement, a quiet anticipation buzzing through the crowd.
"All right," Harry said, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Today, we're going to tackle the Patronus Charm."
A collective murmur of interest rippled through the group, I raised my eyebrow at him, he had his work cut out for him today.
"Patronuses are powerful defensive spells," Harry continued. "They repel Dementors and other dark creatures, but they're not easy to conjure. You need a strong happy memory—something that makes you feel safe, warm, and untouchable."
I glanced over at Fred and George, who were whispering furiously to each other. No doubt coming up with a way to turn the lesson into chaos.
"Happy memories?" I whispered to Ginny, who stood beside me. "Think Ron has any that aren't of me?"
"Oi!" Ron hissed from my other side.
Ginny smirked, and I had to stifle a laugh. "What? I'm just saying, I am your better other half."
"You're hilarious, really," Ron muttered, but his ears turned red.
Harry waved his wand, and suddenly, the room was filled with light. His stag erupted from the tip, leaping into the air and galloping around us. It was breathtaking, almost ethereal.
"Show-off," I muttered under my breath. Ginny snorted quietly beside me yet she was transfixed with Harry as he looked at his patronus fondly.
"All right," Harry called out, bringing the stag back to his side. "Your turn. Remember, think of your happiest memory. Something strong."
One by one, we all tried. Hermione's otter was flawless, gliding through the air like it had been waiting for this moment. Luna's hare bounced gracefully. Harry was busy helping Seamus and Dean and Fred and George, predictably, were failing miserably.
"Come on, you two," I said, shaking my head. "Surely you can manage more than a faint mist."
"We're just warming up," George said, though his wand looked dangerously close to slipping from his grip.
"Thinking about you shutting up might do the trick," Fred added, grinning.
"Charming as ever," I shot back, but my heart wasn't in it.
I stepped forward, gripping my wand tightly, suddenly aware of the eyes on me.
"Go on, Gem," Harry said. "You can do it."
I closed my eyes, searching for the happiest memory I could think of. The Burrow's kitchen came to mind, warm and chaotic, my family gathered around the table laughing and teasing one another, me and Ronald playing Wizard's Chess together, him always somehow winning.
"Expecto Patronum!" I said, my voice strong.
A faint mist curled from the tip of my wand, shimmering for a moment before fading into nothing.
