❝my papa always told me that you can't trust anybody, no matter what.❞
❝why would he say that?❞
❝his own love betrayed their best friends and the family they shared❞
HOPE JAMES LUPIN-BLACK
+ GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY
AN UNEXPECTED LOVE STORY
◎ book one...
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CHAPTER SEVEN
❛This idiot needs help.❜
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Hope Lupin-Black laid on the floor of the second-year boy's dormitory, particularly between the beds of Neville and Seamus. No one in the dorm found it odd as she was always in there. She never managed to get along with any of the girls in her dorms except for Hermione and Ginny.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up," a voice said while shaking her. Hope jolted awake to see Oliver Wood standing over her with a grin. "Hello."
"What a way to wake someone up, Olly," she yawned as she checked the clock. "It's the crack of dawn."
"Exactly," he stood up fully with a wide smile, putting his hands on his hips. "Perfect time for Quidditch."
She sat up fully from her spot on the floor, yawning again while waving him on. "Let me go get my Quidditch robes. Then I'll be down to the field. Just give me five minutes."
"Good, good," said Oliver with a smile, before he left he turned back and told her. "Next time, don't make it so difficult to find you. I ended up getting the twins to tell me where you were. Also, be sure to wake up Harry."
Once Oliver Wood was gone, Hope walked over to the Potter boy's bed and began to shake him awake. Except, Harry didn't toss or turn. He continued to snore quietly as Hope grew more frustrated.
"Harry, wake up, Harry, Harry, Harry," she repeated as she shook him. "Merlin, Potter, won't you wake up?"
He sat up and squinted his green eyes in her direction, trying to figure out who it was. "Huh?"
Hope rolled her eyes dramatically and then she ripped the blanket off of Harry and threw it onto the floor. Feeling accomplished with herself, she grabbed a jacket from her trunk and began to get her Quidditch things ready.
"What's going on again?"
"Put your glasses on and maybe you could see me," Hope told him with a laugh. "Your Quidditch robes are in your trunk and your broom is already in the broom shed. Now, get your robes, and let's go."
