Back at Hogwarts for her second year in the modern world, equipped with a brilliant group of friends and a boy who loves her dearly, Azalea Hogwarts, protector and shield of the school itself, could not be happier, despite the war raging on around h...
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Harry flicked through a textbook late one Friday evening in the library of Hogwarts school, the sun slanted oddly through the large windows as it made it's descent from the sky, his arm lay across the table, hand holding the book though lying on his arm was a head, the head of Azalea, who'd fallen asleep on his after a long day.
Harry would be lying if he said he was not worried about her, she awoke most nights screaming and she knew that it was a warning sign from the founders that danger was on the horizon. He could only wish that that danger would allow them peace, at least for a little while longer. Her curls were splayed randomly across the desk though she seemed so perfectly content, lying there. Her face was relaxed in sleep and he could not help but marvel over the sight of how stunning she was. And all his.
"Hiya mate." A voice spoke quietly and the table jiggled for a second as Ron took a seat opposite the chosen one. Harry couldn't help the taunting grin that erupted on his gestures when he saw Ron's reddened face and swollen lips.
"Alright, Ron?" Harry smirked and the ginger nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I'm alright." His gaze flickered down to where Azalea slept but he didn't make any other acknowledgement of the Hogwarts princess. "Mione's been all on my case about life. Got her knickers in a right twist." He scoffed. "... say Harry... How did you know? That Azalea was the one." He whispered lowly and Harry chuckled, hand stroking through Azaleas hair, the girl humming softly in her sleep and leaning into it but making no ever movement of awkwaness.
"She won't wake up, she's been exhausted lately." He sighed.
"Oh really?" Ron wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Harry stared in confusion for a moment before his face switched to horror in realisation.
"Not that. Blimey Ron" he scoffed, laughing. "She's not been sleeping well. You asked me how I knew she was the one?" Ron nodded. "If you don't already know the answer, then you haven't found the one Ron. When you do... it all just feels right. Everything fits perfectly into place and it's like they were always meant to be there." He had a dreamy smile as he spoke about the girl lying half across his lap, books spread out around her.
"Right" Ron scoffed. "Cheesy, mate, real cheesy" he rolled his eyes and Harry just shook his head at his best friend. "I wonder why Hermione's all pent up with anger anyway." Ron mused.
"Maybe she likes you?"
"Likes me? You really think?" He perked up for a moment before coughing. "Nah, not Hermione. We've known her since we were like ten, I'm sure I'd know by now if she liked me." He scoffed and Harry merely shrugged. Ron glanced down at his own essay which he was yet to complete with a frown. In shrugging, Harry's arm jostled and Azalea was shook awake. Blinking and staring around her with adorable Bambi eyes of confusion, Azalea caught Harry's loving green gaze and smiled.
"I'm sorry" her voice was thick with sleep and she coughed and she sat up. Harry shook his arm slightly to realise the numbness and smiled at her. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." Her cheeks bloomed with brilliant roses of embarrassment as she glanced down as her hands and Harry was in awe of her all over again. Azalea truly was the most beautiful human he'd ever met, she was like a work of art to which he could stare at forever.
"It's okay, you've been tired. Lea, I think you should speak to Madam Pomfrey, see if she can give you something to sleep better." He prompted in worry.
"I'm sorry, I know it must be inconvenient for you, having me like this." She sighed, assessing her hands, silently glad that Ron's full attention was taken by his essay that he was writing... badly.
"What? No, Lea. There's no greater thing than being able to hold you and protect you while you sleep peacefully okay? I'm just worried about you. I don't want you to be suffering." He sighed and she nodded sadly.
"I've been thinking and... there must be a reason" she informed him. "I just don't know what it is. I must be missing something and they're giving me these dreams to warn me?" Azalea rubbed her eyes, head aching from the lack of sleep and swirling thoughts, it didn't help that she was still completing all the things that Dumbledore told her to do, including giving Neville lessons to keep him close and form friendship. "I'll speak to Pomfrey when I see her next" she finally relented and Harry smiled, glad that she said it, it made him feel at least slightly better about it all.
All Harry wanted to do was assure Azaleas happiness.
"One more thing" Harry prompted and she turned to him. "Will you go to Slughorns Christmas party with me?"
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