A Lion and a Snake

Chapter 12

Just a quick warning-this chapter is SAD. So sad. I had difficulty writing it because I was too busy crying. It's sad like the picture above. (I decided to use it for some reason.) Anyway, just wanted to warn you.

You have been warned.

Harry's POV

I was waiting for Joshua in the common room. We would meet here, then walk down to Zonko's together. It was, of course, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes now. But it was still called Zonko's and Zonko still worked there, but George was in charge of finances and making sure the shelves were full.

"Hi Harry," Draco said, heading toward the door. "Still waiting?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, that's cool." He looked slightly bitter when he smiled. "See you." He left the room quickly.

"Hullo Harry." Joshua said, walking up to me. "How are you?"

"Good, Good. Slightly terrified, because I have no clue what George wants us to try out."

"Maybe something that'll make us grow an extra nose." Joshua said, laughing.

"Probably." I said. "Let's go then, shall we?"

~in Hogsmead~

"Here's Zonko's." Joshua said when we arrived outside of the joke store. "Let's go then, shall we?" I nodded and walked into the store.

The usually packed store was empty. The sign outside had said closed, but we had ignored it because George had sent me a letter on Wednesday telling me he would be closing the shop for us.

"Hiya Harry!" Came George's voice from behind me. I whipped around, my wand pulled out. George cleared his throat and looked down at my wand pointedly.

"Oh, sorry." I mumbled shoving my wand back into the waistband of my jeans.

"Bit jumpy, are we?" George asked. "Who's this?"

"Joshua King." Joshua said, holding out his hand. George took it, smiling lightly.

"Pleased to meet you, Joshua." George said. "So, shall we get stared then?" I nodded. "Great!" George exclaimed, walking toward a back room.

The room was brightly lit, with dark green shelves on the walls, with many bowls and bags and jars of bright sweets on them. There were two chairs in the middle of the room. Joshua and I glanced at each other before making our way toward them.

"Alright you two." George said, grabbing one of the jars on the shelf behind him. "Here, each of you take one."

I grabbed a dark green sweet and Joshua grabbed a dark blue one.

"Now try them. One at a time. Harry first." George said, grinning mischievously. I popped the sweet in my mouth.

A ton of flavors exploded on my tongue. It tasted sweet, but sour-salty, but spicy. It was hard to explain, but it tasted like opposites.

The next thing I knew vines were growing up my calves.

"What the-George?" I called.

"Oh, good they work." George said. "You can control those plants, by the way. Just will them to do something."

I took a deep breath and imagined the vines unraveling from my legs. They moved away at once. Encouraged, I imagined them wrapping around George's wrists and forcing him to smack himself across the face.

"Ow!" George said, shaking his hand free. Then the vines disappeared in a puff of dark green smoke.

"That's awesome!" Joshua laughed.

George nodded. "Yeah, now try yours." Joshua smiled and popped his sweet into his mouth.

At first nothing happened. Then Joshua started to float out of his seat and toward the ceiling. His eyes widened.

"Wicked!" He called, laughing as his head bumped into the ceiling-which was pretty high up, mind you. Joshua took a deep breath and started to fly around the room, controlling which way he went.

Then, suddenly, a dark blue smoke surrounded Joshua and when it cleared, he fell toward the ground.

"Ouch!" He said, getting up. "Well, that was probably the best thing ever."

"Yeah, what are they called George?" I asked. A strange look passed over George's face, as though he wee trying not to cry.

"I-I haven't decided yet. Fred always-anyway, I was hoping you could help me with that bit." George said, his voice catching when he said Fred's name.

"Oh, right, of course we can." I said, trying to move past the topic of Fred.

"They give the user superpowers." Joshua said. "And they're awesome."

George smiled. "Yeah, we were working on them before-anyway, what do you think we should call them?"

"Maybe Felons Rived?" Joshua suggested. George and I both looked at him funny. "Trust me, it's perfect."

"Well-okay." I said hesitantly.

"Sure, that's-is there a reason?"

"Yup." Joshua said, smiling sadly. "We'll let you think about it, shall we?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.

"Okay, what's the reason?" I asked Joshua once we were outside Zonko's.

Joshua's smile was sad. "It's an anagram. For Fred Lives On."

I didn't know what to say.

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That's it. I can't keep writing this chapter, it's too sad. 😭😭😭 So, I'm publishing it here and continuing Draco's POV next chapter. Hope that's fine with you guys. Gives you time to cry... 😭😭😭

Anyway, *sniff* see you later *sniff*, fellow Drarry shippers. *starts crying and doesn't stop until the sun rises again*