Who is Nyxzal Être? (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

End of the year.

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I’m not quite sure how Harry had managed to
 get through his exams when he half expected Voldemort to come bursting 
through the door at any moment. Yet the days crept by, and there could
be no doubt that Fluffy was still alive and well behind the locked door. 
It was sweltering hot, especially in the large classroom where they did 
their written papers. They had been given special, new quills for the 
exams, which had been bewitched with an Anti-Cheating spell.
 They had practical exams as well. (Luckily I was exempt for the written part, but I had to take the practical exams in replacement).

Professor Flitwick called us one by 
one into his class to see if we could make a pineapple tap dance across
a desk. Professor McGonagall watched us turn a mouse into a snuffbox
-- points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if 
it had whiskers. Snape made us all nervous, breathing down our necks 
while we tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion. I did the best I could, trying to ignore the fact that I barely knew as much as the other first years.

Our very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering
 questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons 
and we'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until our exam 
results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told us to put
 down our quills and roll up our parchment, I couldn't help 
but cheering with the rest.


"That was far easier than I thought it would be," said Hermione as we
 joined the crowds flocking out onto the sunny grounds. "I needn't have
 learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of 
Elfric the Eager." 
Hermione always liked to go through our exam papers afterward, but Ron
said this made him feel ill, so we wandered down to the lake and 
flopped under a tree.

The Weasly twins and Lee Jordan were tickling the
 tentacles of a giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows and I left to go join them. “Hey!” I shouted, waving my arms above my head and running towards them grinning. George and Lee Jordan promptly turned away from Fred and left. I saw Fred sigh, but wave back at me and motion me over.

“Hey, Nyx. How were the exams?” He asked concerned. Fred was sweet like that, always worrying about me. “Ugh.” I moaned. “I want to craw in a hole and die now.” He chuckled, and I playfully hit his arm. “Hey! You wouldn’t stop me or anything? What a great friend you are!” I stuck my tongue out at him and rolled up my pants legs, wading into the water with him.

“Well that’s besides the point though, love.” He responded waving his hand around. “It would be fun to watch though.” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes at him smiling. We talked all through out the day again trading jokes and pranks. (My favorite one of his was a teacher was asking her students "How many letters are in the alphabet?". A student said "18". The teacher said "Why 18?" The student replied "Because ET left in a UFO and was chased by the CIA".)

But when I got to dinner, Harry, Hermione, and Ron waved me over and told me what they had learnt in the time I was gone. The trio agreed that I wasn’t to go past Fluffy because I didn’t know as much as they did. I was disgruntled, but agreed they had a fair point. After dinner the three of them sat nervously apart in the common room while I was doing the rest of my homework. 
Nobody bothered us; none of the Gryffindors had anything to say to 
us any more. After some time, I pretended to fall asleep and just laid there with my eyes shut, waiting for Hermione to give me the all clear.

Hermione was skimming through all her notes, hoping to come
 across one of the enchantments they were about to try to break. Harry 
and Ron didn't talk much. I’m sure both of them were thinking about what they 
were about to do. 
Slowly, the room emptied as people drifted off to bed.
 "Better get the cloak," Ron muttered, as Lee Jordan finally left, 
stretching and yawning. Harry ran upstairs to his dark dormitory. When he ran back down to the common room, he had the invisibility cloak and a flute. 
”Sweet!” I said, taking the flute from him. “I can play the flute, so I call dibs.”