Truth or Dare ✔️

Alternate Ending

A/N

Because I really do care about all y'all and so many of my readers have experienced a wide range of emotions, most of them sad that I can't bear it. So, I've decided to create an alternate ending...I hope you enjoy...Please let me know what you think in the comments?

All the love...

Nique

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Finally, the day that most of the students had been dreading...the day that they were all sitting for their exams was upon them. Harry merely wanted to get it over with so that he could return to Grimmauld Place to spend his summer holiday with Sirius. He had wondered how often he'd be seeing Hermione? Since Hermione had returned to Hogwarts from her time in France over the Easter hols, he had noticed that she had been receiving several letters from Sirius. And while she never opened them in his presence, he knew that they were from his godfather...he recognized the handwriting instantly as belonging to the man. For the better part of a year, the Weasley twins had insisted that there was something between the two of them, and Harry had dismissed it crossly, saying that they were merely friends and nothing but.

He glanced up at the dais at the head of the Great Hall toward the toad-faced woman staring smugly at the lot of them. He shook his head and rolled his eyes...she didn't need to be there. There were Exam Marshals walking the aisles...every few seconds, there seemed to be one moving past him. How he absolutely loathed the woman...how could anyone alive be so hated and still live with themselves? His thoughts turned to Professor Snape...Even HE hated her and that was certainly saying something...although he did experience some semblance of satisfaction whenever Snape spoke to her...he was far more scathing. Harry grinned and chuckled silently and Dean who was behind him, kicked the bottom of his chair, causing Harry to lean back, with a faked yawn.

"What," Harry whispered.

"Hermione," Dean replied.

Harry turned a bit and glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"You're daydreaming...stop it," she whispered as an exam marshal stopped by her desk and saw that her exam paper was turned over, signaling that she was finished.

"You're finished then?"

"Yes sir," she said, keeping her eyes facing forward.

"Shall I take this up for you then."

She nodded. "Please?"

"Very well. You may exit the hall and stretch your legs Miss Granger."

She elected to remain in her seat and the marshal cleared his throat, silently telling her to get a move on. She sighed and rose from her chair, eliciting quiet groans of exasperation from the other students.

She met Professor Flitwick outside in the corridor and she requested to be let back in, promising to remain at the back of the Great Hall. She nodded her thanks when he gave her permission.

About mid-way through the exams, they all heard a thunderous boom and then another and another, still. The noises seemed to be moving closer to them. Harry looked over his shoulder behind him and saw that most everyone was doing the same. He locked eyes with Hermione only for her to shrug her shoulders and shake her head.

Finally, Fred and George Weasley appeared flying into the Great Hall on their broomsticks; they were laughing and carrying on as they threw small firecrackers into the air, disrupting the testing. But during the revelry, Harry had a horrific waking-dream: Sirius was in the process of being tortured by his nemesis, Voldemort. It had left him shaken and afraid for the man he so wanted to call Father.