𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

forty-four || Year 6 ✔️

Harry sits numbly, the Potions textbook lying limp in his hand. Hermione, Ron and Amelia sit together, a bit apart, keeping a kind of vigil. Amelia was very disappointed, after she heard that Harry used the spell from the potions book on Malfoy. From harry, he said that Malfoy fell on the ground, blood and cuts all over his body.

Finally, Amelia rises, steps to him. "You have to get rid of it. Today." Harry looks at her warily.

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They walk to the seventh floor, and to the Room of Requirements.

"The Room of Requirements, it's a good place to hide that book. No one would ever find it." stated Amelia, with a shrug.

Amelia holds Harry's hand, and nods. The door appears and they walk inside.

Harry eyes the shelves that tower above
things they hold: a small cage bearing the skeleton of some long-dead creature. A jar of quivering eyeballs which track him as he passes.

"Who showed you this?" asked Harry, as he looks around the place.

"Ginny. Remember? Second year, I was sort of stalking her." Amelia smiles at the memory. "She was so scared, that she threw a whole stack of books at me. Oh look, it's that stack over there."

Amelia points at a stack of books that have fallen over, Harry smiles at the memory of them in second year. Oh how they wanted to go back in time, where everything was happy and fun.

Suddenly, they hear a sound. They turn, and look around.

"What was that?" They asked in unison.

Harry and Amelia approach, then the scuffling grows louder. Harry reaches out, pulls aside the tapestry.  The cabinet door vibrates. Slowly, he opens it and a black bird flies free in a rush of flapping wings.

"Weird things you'll find here." chuckled Amelia. "Now hurry up, Give me the book."

Harry hands her the book, and she walks away, throwing the book at the top of the stacks of things. Amelia grimaces at the loud thuds that started from a small one, to a very loud one and followed by more things falling and some glass crashing on the ground. She nods approvingly and turns back to Harry.

"No one'll find it, now." Amelia rubs her hands clean, she then turns to the boy who looks distraught. "Bloody hell, Harry. It's just a book."

"Right."

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"So. Did you two do it?" asked Ron, as he approaches the two.

"Yep. This boy here is attached to the book so much, he looks heartbroken when I threw it." Amelia snorts.

Just then, Slughorn rounds the far end of the corridor and spying Harry does a little  "Oops" and retreats.

"Still no luck with Slughorn, I take it?" questioned Ron, turning to Harry.

Harry shakes his head -- then stops cold, stares at the empty space where Slughorn stood moments before.

"Say that again." sighed Harry.

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The tiny vail of Felix Felicies glimmers in Harry's palm as he and Ron, Amelia and Hermione huddle in the empty dormitory.