CHEMTRAILS OVER THE COUNTRY CLUB — LANA DEL REY
'You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobodies son, nobodies daughter.'
Enzo's body enters an instant fight-or-flight mode when he wakes up to the sound of the gate opening. He jumps up but stands against the wall. He can hear shouting and feet on the stairs. The gate swings open and someone grunts as they hit the ground on all fours.
Enzo takes a step forward when Pettigrew shuts the gate, wary of who they've just chucked in here with him— where he is completely defenceless, bear in mind. Imagine if Voldemort got pissed off with one of his Deatheaters and decided to chuck him in the cellar with the Berkshire boy? Then what? Enzo'd be fucked!
What he isn't expecting to see, is a sobbing, beaten up and traumatised Luna Lovegood.
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"Can you stay still for the love of Salazar?" Cassie hisses, grabbing Harry's head and tilting it again.
"Sorry!" he huffs. She sighs and trims the top of his neck, finding it rather satisfying. She used to cut Cedric's hair sometimes— it's quite therapeutic. Boys hair is easy to cut. Cassie made the mistake of letting Daphne trim her ends once in third year.
Hermione is sitting at the table in front of Cassie and Hermione, reading her book with furrowed brows. She looks so in thought that Cassie finds it impressive.
Cassie is silent with focus, twisting her neck at the perfect angle to see her progress. There's a puddle of Harry's hair at her feet, but she isn't too bothered about that currently.
"Oh my god!" Hermione shouts, making Cassie jump. She accidentally cuts the wrong bit and gasps, a hand on her heart.
"What?" Harry exclaims, grabbing the base of his neck. "Cassie, what did you do?"
"Nevermind! What the hell, Hermione?" Cassie replies, pushing Harry's head forward teasingly. She and Harry sit opposite Hermione as her face lights up.
"The sword of Gryffindor— it's goblin-made." she states, earning a nod from Harry. Cassie couldn't tell you whether that was true or not, so she just listens.
"Brilliant..." Harry says.
"No, you don't understand!" she insists, turning her book to them. "Dirt and rust have no effect on the blade. It only takes in this which makes it stronger."
"I'm not following..." Cassie says, looking up at Hermione, who is now out of her seat.
"Harry, you've already destroyed one Hocrux— Tom Riddle's diary in the Chamber of Secrets." Hermione explains, as if that makes it any more clear as to what she's on about.
"Yeah, with a basilisk fang." he scoffs.
"Bloody impressive, by the way." Cassie comments, nudging him with her elbow.
"Oh it was nothing, really. Light work, if I'm honest." he smiles, making Cassie snort.
Hermione sits back down, still smiling. "Don't you see? In the Chamber of Secrets, you stabbed the basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor. Its blade is impregnated with basilisk venom."
It takes a minute, but when Cassie and Harry clock it, their jaws drop. "It only takes in that which makes it stronger!" Harry exclaims. Cassie puts a hand over her forehead in disbelief.
"It can destroy Horcuxes— which is why Dumbledore left it to you." Cassie says, it all coming together in her head.
Harry looks up with a smile. "You are brilliant, Hermione. Truly." He looks back down at the book in a frenzy as Cassie grabs her hand and squeezes.
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