❝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 ELEVEN
❛Do you want me to throw another pillow?❜
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Hope Lupin-Black sat with Hermione, Harry, and Ron in a gloomy unused bathroom on the second floor. The sinks were chipped and everything looked like it was left to rot. Hope held the ingredients for the potion in her hands while she looked over the bubbling cauldron.
Her eyes stayed narrowed at Hermione Granger as she grumbled. "I cannot believe you convinced me to do this."
"Come on, Hope," she tried to reason with her. "It'll all be worth it in the end."
"For you or for me?"
"So," Harry Potter spoke up awkwardly, eyeing the two girls cautiously, knowing that Hope was one for starting a fight out of nowhere. "What was Professor Binns saying in History of Magic?"
Both girls went silent, thinking about it long and hard. Hope furrowed her brows as she thought about discussing the Basilisk theory, but decided against it, as she and Cedric Diggory didn't know anything for certain yet.
"Well," Hermione sighed as she grabbed the bundles of knotgrass from the floor. "That the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before."
"This settles it then," exclaimed Ron Weasley, standing up from his spot. "Lucius Malfoy must've opened it when he went to school here. And now, he's sent his son here to do the same."
The Lupin-Black girl raised an eyebrow in his direction while she scoffed. "There's nothing here that even insinuates that."
"We'll see once this thing is brewed," Hermione announced with a sigh. "We don't need you two arguing today."
When she looked over in Hope's direction, she was already rolling her eyes in annoyance. The way she eyed the Weasley boy, she looked as if she was ready to explode with anger if he mentioned Draco Malfoy one more time.
"Why are we even brewing this in broad daylight?" Ron continued to complain, seeming as if he didn't want to be there at all. "Don't you think we'll get caught?"
