Thick Smoke

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The Quidditch game began an hour after she got her fair share of bullying in the afternoon. Everyone was watching while the weather conditions outside were worsening.

Eliza wasn't a huge fan of Quidditch even if she liked playing and liked flying around; no, she chose to stay in and wander the castle on her own. That was how she met Nearly Headless Nick again, right in front of the Great Hall.

"You knew my parents, didn't you?" She asked, taking a seat outside the Hall. He nodded and flew in front of her. "How was my mother?" She asked curiously.

"You want to know how she met your father, don't you?" He told smugly, reading her act. "Unlike Lilly and James Potter, your parents took very little to understand they are good for each other but they never acted on impulse; at least, not your mother. She was a bit of an introvert and kept everything to herself." He stopped, knowing that he shouldn't tell her more, as Dumbledore requested.

"Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin and Petter Pettigrew. These names, what do they mean now compared to what they meant back then?" She asked slowly, placing her thoughts in order.

"Now, they are forgotten names of wizards who either fell victims to the Dark Lord or became traitors. Back then," The ghost chuckled bemusedly, "They were definitely what you would call the golden crew; four young boys having fun and learning magic just like you and the rest of the students are doing now."

"What about the Slytherins who became Death Eaters?"

That question was already too close for him and he wasn't prepared to disappoint Dumbledore. He tilted his head to the side and walked through the wall. He ran away, avoiding questions regarding Slytherins.

Eliza was on her way to the Common Room when she heard her name being called from the hall. Her head spun around faster than her body, making her dizzy for a moment before she met Hermione's scared face.

"Harry got attacked by a dementor!" She started, so fast that Eliza barely understood. "He's in the hospital wing now but his broom broke," She filled her friend in while grabbing her hand and dragging her behind.

"That is unexpected," Eliza wasn't very touched by Harry's unfortunate meeting with the dementor and that was obvious in her tone. Hermione rolled her eyes and led Eliza to the hospital wing.

There, the brunette wasn't sure why she had to be brought with all the other friends from the team lurking around Harry's bed. Besides, he was looking well for someone who just met a dementor.

However, for him it seemed like her appearance meant something because he smiled gratefully.

It was next day when Harry got discharged that he looked after her. It was confusing when he met Remus instead, who led him outside for a chat. The professor looked tired and wanted nothing but to sleep.

Meanwhile, Eliza was writing her essay on the Second World War, which was a big thing for muggles. From what she found out, Russia and Germany represented a threat from the early stages and Hitler was the man with the mustache that killed more than half a population only because they were Jewish; the Holocaust was called.

"This man should have been hexed out of the picture," She mumbled while writing down a shorter version of what was written in the book.

"That would've been impossible." Someone responded, taking her by surprise.

Eliza's head rose quickly and looked around for the person who talked to her. It was a boy dressed in normal clothes, probably preparing for the upcoming break. Eliza still couldn't believe how fast time passed and how close was Christmas.