The Marauder's Heir (Harry Potter FF)

Chapter 32

This is one of my longer chapters. I hope you enjoy it, see you at the bottom!

Chapter 32

Quidditch Scores and Misses

The next few weeks passed eventfully for the inhabitance of Grimmauld Place. The twins had been inventing things in their room with the help of Remus and Sirius, causing a medley of explosions. Harri was sure that Mrs. Weasley would kill the last two remaining Marauders when she got a hold of them for hiding her sons. They already received more than one howler from her. She wanted the twins back home so they could finish the remainder of their punishment and to stop filling their heads with idea that their joke shop products would be successful. Harri hated that Mrs. Weasley didn’t believe in the twins’ dream of owning their own joke shop. 

Besides joking around and helping create prank products, Harri was practicing her Occlumency. Her lessons had been progressing well, she hadn’t had any more disturbing nightmares.

Harri and George had been spending more time together. She was glad that he wasn’t as awkward around her as he was the previous year, but whenever they would talk about her inheritance test he wouldn’t look her in the eyes. She figured that she would have to talk to him about this eventually, but she was going to leave him alone to brood on it for now. Starting another argument before school started was not her idea of a fun vacation. Especially since the Quidditch World Cup was the next day.

It was five in the morning when Harri felt something on top of her in her room. She opened her eyes and noticed familiar blue eyes hovering a few inches above her, glittering mischievously.

“George, do you know what time it is?” she groaned trying to push him off of her, but he did even budge.

“Well, Ms. Potter, I’d say it’s time to get up! Otherwise we’ll miss our portkey for the World Cup!” he told her sternly shaking her shoulders trying to wake her up faster. What he didn’t realize was that he was only making her angry. She grabbed a pillow from behind her head and smacked George over the head with it, sending him crashing down onto the floor.

Harri blinked a few times, realizing that she might have just hurt one of her best friends. She sat up and looked over the side of her bed. She saw George staring at her in shock, his face flushed slightly.

“Are you okay?” she asked getting out of bed and running over to him. She was in her nightclothes, which consisted of shorts and a tank top. 

“Yea, you would have made a bloody good beater if Fred and I hadn’t already had those positions,” he commented shaking his head as he picked up the pillow he was hit with.

“Sirius told me the same thing a few years ago,” she said grinning. She held out a hand for him to take, which he accepted. As soon as their skin made contact with each other there was a sudden jolt that went through Harri. She let go quickly and noticed that George had the same bewildered expression on his face that she had.

“You felt that too?” he asked curiously and she nodded weakly. She wasn’t sure what those little jolts meant. Harri turned away from him and went towards her book shelf to look for something. She was going to take a book with her on magical ailments and see if magic can act up due to skin contact.

“Yea, I’m not sure what it means. I’m going to read more on it later…” Harri replied before turning towards George with her book in hand. She noticed that he was looking at all the books on Veela lying around.

“So, you’re reading up on your heritage?” he questioned amusedly. She sent him a glare that would send a normal person running, but he didn’t even flinch.