𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

forty-three || Year 6 ✔️

"He got angry?" Amelia repeats, looking like she doesn't believe Harry.

Harry hums in response. "Hmm.."

Amelia, Hermione and Harry are in the Common Room, the girls are doing their homework, while Harry peers at the Map. All the students have gone up to their dorms.

"Did you actually expect you could
just walk up to Ol' Sluggy and ask him to reveal his deepest, darkest secret?" Amelia scoffs. "Honestly, Harry, sometimes I think the Daily Prophet should call you the Dim One."

"Thanks, Mia." Harry rolls his eyes.

Hermione rises up to leave. "You're going to have to persuade him somehow. And now, I'm afraid, you've made it a lot harder."

"Guys. I think Malfoy's leaving the castle." informed Harry, Hermione stops dead, Amelia's head turns to him and  looks back at Harry. He nods.

"I've seen it. Sometimes..." he sighs. "sometimes he just disappears off the Map."

"That's... not possible. No one can leave the castle these days." said Hermione. "The Map is wrong." Amelia nods at her statement.

"The Map is never wrong." stated Harry.
Hermione frowns, thinking, then shakes her head, turns away. She walks back up to the dorm without another word.

"You should sleep, Amelia." said Harry, looking at his girlfriend worriedly.

"I don't feel like sleeping yet. You should just go on yourself." Amelia looks at him reassuringly. "Go on, you need sleep."

"Alright. Don't be up too late." Harry stands up and walks to the stairs. "Night."

"Night." smiled Amelia, Harry walks up the dorm and then Amelia continues to finish her Charms Essay.

Then, Not even twenty minutes later, footsteps were heard walking down the stairs. Amelia turns and sees Harry and Ron walking down.

"I thought you're going to bed?" Amelia closes her book and her gaze fell on Ron, who's looking like he just saw someone he loves. "What's wrong with him?"

Harry walks beside her and whispers: "Love Potion."

Amelia nods, "Ahh, okay. We should go to Professor Slughorn for this."

"Great idea." Harry sighs exasperatedly.

"Amelia!" smiled Ron. "You look wonderful! Also great news, I'm in love!"

"Mhm," Amelia nods, uncertainly. "That's splendid, Ronald. Lets go meet her, shall we?"

"Yes!" awed Ron.

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Harry and Amelia leads Ron, who's still in his pyjamas, towards a door.

"How do I look?" asked Ron, brushing the none existent dust in his pyjamas.

"Devastatingly handsome." answered Harry, Amelia snorts softly. Harry knocks on the door, and footsteps were heard, followed by a loud crash.

The door opens. Slughorn stands in a red dressing gown and matching nightcap, looking bleary-eyed and annoyed.

"Yes?!" He then notices its Harry, and looks at him warily. "Oh. Potter. It's you. I'm afraid I'm busy at the moment --" He starts to close the door.

"Sir. I'm sorry." said Harry. "I wouldn't bother you if it weren't absolutely --"

"Where's Romilda?" asked Ron, Amelia rolls her eyes.