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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* * * | | | Azalea smiled calmly walked beside Harry into his dormitory, finding it bright due to the occupant. Ron say cross legged on the cross, facing away from them and although Azalea rose an eyebrow, she made no other gesture of having noticed his presence as she sat carefully on Harry's bed.
"It's beautiful isn't it" Ron spoke, catching their attention from where Harry was crouched beside Azalea, sifting though his bedside table for a moment. The couple exchanged a glance, frowning as they looked over at Ron. "The moon."
"Divine" Harry frowned in confusion "had ourselves a little late night snack; did we?" He questioned as he glanced at the chocolate wrappers splayed across Ron's bed.
"It was on your bed, the box. I just thought I'd try one," the ginger boy smiled, standing awkwardly, huddling a heart shaped box.
"Or twenty" Harry scoffed.
"I can't stop thinking about her Harry" Ron beamed as the Chosen one took a seat beside his girlfriend, ignoring the chocolates from the admirer as they didn't matter anyway, he had a girlfriend.
"Honestly, I reckon she was starting to annoy you" Harry stated calmly.
"She could never annoy me" Ron demanded, sitting beside them on the small bed, one arm slinging over Azaleas shoulder despite the raised eyebrow she sent him in warning. "I think I love her" he informed, nodding when he saw their confused expressions.
"Well, brilliant"Harry informed, pulling Azalea up to sit on the next bed along.
"Do you think she knows I exist?" Azalea frowned deeply, assessing him.
"Well I bloody well hope so. She's been snogging you for three months" he scoffed, looking at Azalea questioningly.
"Snogging?" Ron's face became one of horror. "Who are you talking about?"
"Who are you talking about?" Harry returned.
"Romilda of course" Ron stated as if it was obvious and the pieces suddenly all clicked together for Azalea who grinned in amusement. "Romilda Vane"
"Okay, very funny" Harry decided, moving to pick up the wrappers from the floor. Ron stood angrily, Azalea watching on in amusement as he violently threw the empty box at Harry. The Chosen one jumped and cringed as his girlfriend laughed loudly. "Ow, what was that for?!"
"It's no joke! I'm in love with her." The ginger demanded.
"Alright, fine. You're in love with her. Have you ever actually met her?" Ron considered Harry's words and his face dropped.
"No. Can you introduce me?" The boy was in a daze and Azalea smiled softly at Harry as she stood to fill him in on the situation in a harsh whisper.
"Come on Ron" Azalea beamed, standing and he turned to face them. "We're going to introduce you to Romilda Vane"
They of course, did not go to see Romilda Vane that night. In the dungeon, they knocked on Slughorns office door and waited calmly as he opened the peephole, face dropping when he saw Harry who, just a few nights previously, had interrogated the man under Dumbledores orders.
"I'm sorry Sir, I wouldn't come to you if it weren't absolutely essential" Harry tried and Azalea smiled sweetly to try and encourage the man.
"What's the matter with Wemby?" He whispered to Azalea through the door, seeing Ron's dazed and confused expression as he whispered about Romilda.
"Very powerful love potion" she responded in a gentle whisper and Slughorn sighed.
"Very well, better let him in" he stepped back to open the door, gesturing for them to come inside. "I would've thought you could whip up a remedy between you for this in no time." He chuckled, Azalea taking a seat on the sofa as she kept a close eye on Ron. The boy was a complete mess.
"We thought this called for more practiced hands sir." Harry chuckled.
"Perhaps you're right." The professor coughed, fiddling with ingredients and a glass.
"I'm sorry professor, by the way, about earlier today, about our misunderstanding" Harry informed, pushing Ron to sit beside Azalea.
"Hello Darling" Ron grinned sloppily, hugging the little brunette and she patted his arm uncomfortably, looking at Harry for help but the boy was already talking to the professor. Thankfully, their conversation did not last long as Harry appeared, peeling the boy away as Slughorn handed him a glass.
"Here you are boy. Bottoms up."
"What's this?"
"Tonic, for the nerves" the professor answered easily and Ron guzzled it happily. His face quickly dropped from joy to confusion and misery.
"What happened to me?" He wondered, looking over at Azalea questioningly as he returned the glass to the professor.
"Love potion" she smiled softly.
"Bloody strong one" Horace laughed.
"I feel really bad." Ron moped.
"You need a pick me up, my boy." The man informed the students. "Butterbeer, wine... matured meed. I had other intentions for this but I think given the circumstances" Slughorn uncorked the bottle, pouring four glasses carefully. They each took a glass carefully, stood around the fireplace. "Here we are friends, to life" he went to do a toast, three of the four clinking their glasses happily. However, Ron had already drank his and he fell to the rig in the next moment.
Azaleas warm brown eyes fell to Ron in a second where he lay on the rug, foaming at the mouth and slightly convulsing. The other two froze as she dropped to the boys side in shock and horror.
"Harry!" She demanded in panic and he instantly raced to the cabinet, pulling open drawers quickly as Azalea carefully turned Ron onto his side, foam coughing from his mouth as her mind reeled in thought. Slughorn continued to stand in shock, unsure of what happened as Harry rejoined Azaleas side, holding up a bezoar. "Perfect" she gushed, taking one hastily and shoving it in the boys mouth.
"Ron!" Harry begged in horror.
"I-I don't understand" Slughorn panicked as Azalea forced him to swallow the stone like thing.
"Come on Ron, breathe" Harry begged and then the boy coughed, gasping
"These girls. They're gonna kill me." Ron chose as his first words after near-death.
