Everlasting ⁂ Harry Potter [1]

Chapter Eighteen

Olivia let out a small breath of relief as she set her quill down. In her attempt to finish the notes she was taking during the Transfiguration class she ignored the cramp which was coming on and now was happy to be done with the writing. A part of her wished she could use a pen during class; it would make things much easier. Putting her dreams of using a pen aside, Olivia packed away her things. Having made plans with Harry, Hermione and Ron to go to the library once their classes were done, Olivia didn't want to be the last one ready to head out of the classroom.

"You ready to go?" Hermione's voice reached her ears just as Olivia stood from her seat and found the bushy haired girl standing next to her desk, a stack of books clutched in her arms. She nodded her head, eyes scanning the room in search of Ron and Harry who she found standing by the door while they waited for them. The two girls walked over to them, and their small group was about to walk out of the room when Harry came to a stop.

"You guys go, I just have to talk to McGonagall for a moment." Harry announced making his friends send him curious looks, but nobody asked anything as they watched him walk back into the room and towards the professor who remained sitting at her desk shifting through some papers.

"Do you think I'd have time to jump to the Great Hall and grab some food while we wait for him?" Ron asked curiously, feeling his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dinner wasn't too far away, but Ron was aware that once Hermione entered a library, there was no knowing when she'd leave it.

"If you go now, you'll never get to the library." Hermione pointed out knowingly. He would either get distracted by the food, or someone he ran into. And their plans were important so he couldn't miss them.

"You can go with him Hermione, I'll just wait for Harry and we'll all meet in the library." Olivia suggested. It was a good plan, and made sure they didn't have to let poor Ron starve while they worked. Hermione seemed to think it through before coming to the same realization and nodding her head. A happy smile spread over Ron's face as he rushed out of the room, not giving Hermione a moment to change her mind and forcing her to follow after him. That left Liv standing by the door while she waited for the third Gryffindor to finish his conversation with the Transfiguration Professor.

"Professor, can I speak with you for a moment?" Harry's polite voice brought Minerva out of her own thoughts, making her look up at the boy through her glasses.

"Of course Mr Potter. Is there something about the lesson you want me to explain?" She asked with a curious tone, ready to help a student in need. However, Harry's questions had nothing to do with schoolwork.

Having spent his holidays at the castle, and away from the Dursleys for the first time in his life, Harry was reminded of a question he had on his mind for as long as he could remember and aside from Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall seemed like someone who might finally be able to answer it.

"Professor, I wanted to ask whether you might help me. You see, every year, for as long as I can remember, I've been getting these presents, for both my birthday and for Christmas. But I never knew where they were coming from. They'd always just appear somewhere in 4 Privet Drive, hidden so only I could find them." Harry started to explain, his words peaking the Professor's curiosity as she listened to him. "And then this Christmas there was one present under the tree sent by someone I don't know. I was wondering whether you might know who might be sending them?"