Joining Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in her fifth year, Avalon quickly learns that the wizarding world is submerging into a darkness that once shrouded it before. Along with the help of her fellow Gryffindors, she sets out to put thing...
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"I know how you feel about Harry, Avalon," Hermione said as we left the common room. "That obvious huh?" I let out a breathy laugh. "Just a tad," she began. "I don't think he's too sure about Cho now, after she kissed him I mean. Also, I see the way he looks at you when you're not watching."
"How?" I asked, stopping suddenly. "Like he wants to protect you," she shrugged.
Hermione and I ran along the corridors and soon reached the entrance to Dumbledore's study. "Sherbet lemon," she said, and we ascended up the steps that appeared, before throwing open the door and running into the study.
There around the fire was McGonagall, Dumbledore, the Weasley children and Harry, who was staring up at me, face pale and hands shaking. My heart broke at the look on his face. His eyes were red and tears stained his cheeks as he looked at me.
"Ah Ms. Granger, I see you successfully located Ms. Greene," Dumbledore said, beckoning us over. "Good evening sir," I greeted, my eyes still trained on Harry. I walked over and sat down beside him, a shocked gasp escaping my lips as he leaned forward and gripped my hands tightly in his sweaty ones.
"About time," I heard Fred whisper to Ron, who elbowed him in the stomach in response. I looked up and saw Dumbledore quietly conversing with Phineas Nigellus, before muttering a goodbye, and walking back to us.
"Everything is alright. Your father has been transported to St. Mungo's and is receiving treatment as we speak," Dumbledore announced. The Weasleys all let out a sigh of relief, Hermione pulling Ginny in for a hug as she cried tears of joy.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice rising above everyones rushed whispers. They all stopped and looked at Harry, who had remained silent.
"I had a dream. There was this-this snake. Or rather, I was the snake. And Mr. Weasley was, I don't know, maybe guarding something. And I just attacked him, over and over again before Ron woke me up," Harry explained, his voice barely above a whisper.
I looked from him to Dumbledore, who was already watching me. "Has your scar been hurting Harry?" I suddenly asked. I watched as he slowly looked up at me and nodded his head. "And none of you thought to tell me?" I asked, looking at Hermione and Ron, who both wore guilty expressions.
"Now now Avalon, you must understand that this topic cannot be taken lightly. You mustn't blame your friends for not knowing how to tell you. The teenage mind is, for a better word, unstable," Dumbledore said, walking towards his table and sitting down.
"We're sorry Avalon," Hermione and Ron said, regret washing over their faces. "I'm sorry," Harry also apologised, bowing his head again. "It's okay guys," I mumbled, rubbing my thumb against the back of Harry's hand, feeling him squeeze mine.
"What now?" Ginny suddenly asked, arms wrapped around Hermione's waist, who was gently stroking her ginger hair. "I think it's only fitting that we send you all home ahead of the other students, don't you Minerva?" Dumbledore glanced at McGonagall, who nodded her head briskly.
