"Those weasles! Never told me about no Marauder's Map." Ron complained whilst the quartet trudged through the village. Nadia couldn't stop smiling at how weirdly Ron and Hermione had to walk in order to disguse hers and Harry's footprints.
Hermione sighed, "But Harry isn't going to keep it. He's going to turn it over to Professor McGonagall, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Along with his Invisibility Cloak, his pack of exploding snap cards, his--"
"Oh shut up," Hermione snapped, earning snorts from the other three.
Up ahead, something caught the attention of the quartet. The Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge - emerged from the Minister's carriage just as Hagrid accidently tore the door right off its hinges. Professor McGonagall appeared next to him, along with a curvy barmaid, "Rosmerta, m'dear!"
"That's Madam Rosmerta. Ron fancies her." Hermione stated with a smirk.
Ron's face contorted, "That's not true!"
"Shh!" Harry hissed, moving his head to try and listen in easier.
"I trust business is good?"
"It'd be a right side better if the Ministry wasn't sending Dementors into my pub every other night." Rosmerta snapped, moving dangerously close to Fudge.
He stepped back nervously, "We have a killer on the loose."
"Sirius Black? In Hogsmeade? What would bring him here?"
The elders exchanged a look before whispering, "Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter?" The barmaid repeated loudly, immediately being hushed and ushered into the pub.
Just before the door could close, Harry darted forward, slipping in after them, leaving an uncovered Nadia in the middle of the street. "Harry?!"
The three chased after him but the mouldy heads hanging from the door stopped them from entering. "So rude." Hermione muttered. She looked back to Nadia who was looking around nervously. "Right, take this," She said, removing her scarf and wrapping it around her neck. "And Ron, give her your hat."
"What? But I'm cold." He protested.
"And your best friend needs help."
He sighed and passed his hat to Nadia. "Can't argue with that, I suppose."
"Thanks, guys." She smiled gratefully.
"Now what do we do?" Ron questioned, staring at the pub.
"We wait." Hermione answered, leading them to a nearby bench.
***
The door of the pub flew open, startling the trio, as angry footsteps took off through the village. Harry's invisible figure shoved through a group of carollers, knocking them to the ground.
The trio chased after him, swiftly apologising to the group, until they reached the clearing from before, only now the winter air was filled with Harry's soft sobs.
Nadia's face fell as she slowly approached him, kneeling down and gently removing the cloak, revealing his tear-stained cheeks. "Oh, Harry. What happened?"
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Fanfiction***UNDER MAJOR EDITING*** All she wanted was a quiet seven years filled with studying, friendships and, of course, magic. However, what she got, was seven drama-filled years with sworn enemies, the Boy Who Lived and the Slytherin Prince, fawning ove...
