❝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 NINETEEN
❛You're an asshole, Weasley.❜
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Hope Lupin-Black walked down the third-floor corridor with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley at her sides. The three hadn't been split apart since the Hogsmeade incident, and they also had been coming up with theories as to where Scabbers was.
"May I have a word with you three?" a voice came from behind them, which they all whipped around to see Hermione with tears in her eyes.
"Come to have a good gloat?" sneered Ron, narrowing his blue eyes at his friend. "Or have you just come to tell on us?"
Harry smacked Ron's shoulder. "Ron, there's no need to be hateful."
"You know how she's been, Harry, why should we trust anything she says?"
Hermione stomped her foot, gaining the attention of the three once more. "I just thought you ought to know, Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak is going to be executed--"
"What?"
Harry grabbed the tear-soaked letter from Hermione's hand, skimming it over more than once. He stayed silent for a few moments before speaking up. "They can't do this, Buckbeak isn't dangerous."
"Malfoy's frightened the Committee into it." admitted Hermione, the tears now spilling from her eyes. "There'll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can't see any hope, nothing will have changed--"
Hope slammed her pale fist into the wall next to her, which made Hermione jump. "The Hippogriff isn't in the wrong, it was me who he hurt, don't I have a say in this?"
Hermione eyed her friend's now bloody knuckles. "Hope, your knuckles--"
"Hermione, do I have a say in this or not?"
"I'm not sure--"
Hope whipped her knuckles off on her jeans, then looked back up. "Well, figure it out and let me know."
As she stormed off from her three friends, Harry and Ron eyed her with slight fear in their eyes. And they continued to stare at her walking away before Hermione smacked them both in the back of the heads.
