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fourth year × 48

3rd person POV

Arthur Weasley returned Nadia home later that night in order to ensure her safety, since her mother was still trying to figure out what happened and why it happened.

"Thank you, Mr Weasley." She nodded her head politely with a small smile.

"Of course. Now go and rest." With that, he had disapparated.

She headed for her room when she noticed a letter laying on her bed. Knitting her eyebrows together, she read the neat cursive and recognised the Malfoy stamp.

She tore the letter open and smiled warmly. It was from Draco; he was worried and regretful about letting her go.

She wrote her reply straight away, assuring him that she was safe and to not blame himself, for it was as much her fault as it was his.

Approving her reply, she tied it to Olivia's ankle and fed her a few treats. "Take this to Draco Malfoy please." Olivia nibbled her ear affectionately before hooting and flying off into the night.

Nadia packed the last few things for her new year at Hogwarts before sinking into her covers and falling into a deep sleep.

•••

The Scarlet steam engine blew its whistle for the last time as Nadia pulled away from her mother, noticing the glossiness of her eyes. "Have a great year, angel. And don't forget to write!"

Nadia waved her final goodbye as the train began to move. She found the trio and joined their compartment, thanking Ron when he helped her lift her trunk into the overhead storage.

A voice called out. "Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley?" The old woman stopped in front of their compartment, knowing that Ron and Harry would want something. They always did.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?" Ron and Harry jumped up, money in hand and eyes scanning over the selection of sweet treats.

"Packet of drewballs and a liquorice wand." Ron then frowned at the lack of money in hid hand. "On second thought, just the drewballs."

"Don't worry, I'll get it." Harry stepped in but Ron refused.

"Just the drewballs."

As Harry scanned the trolley, a melodic voice rang out, immediately catching his attention. "Two pumpkin pasties please."

Cho Chang smiled shyly at Harry who was practically drooling over the beautiful girl. Nadia suddenly felt quite insecure.

It was no secret that Cho had liked Harry since second year but Nadia was just now noticing that Harry may be reflecting some of that interest. That didn't sit well.

"Thank you." She looked at Harry one last time before disappearing.

"Anything sweet for you, dear?" The old woman asked.

Harry's eyes lingered in the corridor for a minute before answering. "Oh, no thank you. I'm not hungry."

He sat back in the compartment, a small smile etched into his face as his emerald eyes held a dazed look. Nadia frowned.