Huffily Puffily || Golden Trio

A Lone Trip || xxv

True to her word, Lucy kept visiting Harry. She did so every day up until his birthday, where Petunia turned her away from the door coldly. She'd told her that Harry had 'gone away for the summer'. Now, she knew this was an absolute load of nonsense, and she intended to get to the bottom of it.

She did a check of the perimeter of the house. Sure enough, she found Harry's bedroom window, and there were bars fastened to it. She let out a growl. Those absolute bastards. What did they think they were doing, locking a child up like that?

She couldn't fathom how you could live with a boy as nice and selfless as Harry Potter and hate him. It was unheard of– had they spoken to him? He was so nice! Now he was locked up, and there wasn't anything Lucy could do about it short of being expelled or arrested.

I'm considering homicide, she wrote to Riddle on the train ride home.

Really? Good. What for?

She rolled her eyes. Of course he'd like that part.

The muggles have got Harry locked in his bedroom, she wrote furiously.

That's sort of funny.

Lucy laid a whack to the journal, even though she knew he couldn't feel it. A few other passengers on the train shot her weirded out looks. She couldn't care less.

It's so not funny!

It's not unexpected, either. They are muggles, after all. They think us wizards are freaks, unless they can use us for something.

Lucy didn't argue on that one. She knew that not all muggles were bad, but a lot of them were pretty damned annoying— especially the ones at Wool's Orphanage. She really did like Nathan and Emma but she shuddered to think what would happen if they found out she was a witch. Considering what'd just happened to Harry, she didn't feel like arguing in favor of muggles at the moment.

So what are you going to do about it? I'm fairly useful if it's homicide you're aiming for.

She couldn't help it; she chuckled slightly. Stupid Riddle and his stupid jokes.

Tempting, but no. Dumbledore would know it was me. Man's weird like that.

...Agreed. Then what are you going to do? Complain? Spare me.

You have no heart, Tom Riddle.

Well, yes, I'm in a journal at the moment, so I suppose you'd be correct.

Good God, you're in a sassy mood today. If you must know, I'm going to write to my favorite Weasley family, and they're going to work their magic.

Great, the blood traitors.

Lucy rolled her eyes. Yeah, she'd found out Riddle was that kind of Slytherin early on, but she couldn't bring herself to care. He didn't do much except complain about muggles and blood traitors. Thankfully he never brought up muggleborns, so she wouldn't have to fight him on that front. 

"Great, the blood traitors," she said out loud in a high pitched voice, pulling a face at the journal. "Real nice input there, Riddle. Git."

I heard that. Real mature, Lucy.

It took both of them a few seconds to process that.

Wait... I heard that! Lucy, I heard that! Say something again!