ALULA (VOL. 4)
Family is rooted deep within the cracks of time.
Alula Nova Black has to decide. The ones she loves; the ones she hates. The wizarding world has started to crumble as past resurfaces in aid against the darkness. Who's keeping secrets...
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a bloody welcome back
{1996}
The Great Hall
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Harry was still nowhere to be seen. They had arrived at Hogsmeade Station. Ron and Hermione urged Alula to get off the train explaining that Harry had probably done the same. Once they arrived at Hogwarts and took their places in the Great Hall, Alula looked up and down the Gryffindor table a few times and realized that he was still not there.
The Great Hall with its four long House tables and its staff table set at the top of the room was decorated as usual with floating candles that made the plates below glitter and glow.
"You're not eating," Ron commented as he watched Alula twiddle her thumbs, shoving a roast potato into his mouth.
"How can you eat while your best friend is missing?" Hermione huffed, looking as worried as Alula. She had only eaten a small amount.
"He's not missing anymore," Ginny said, looking towards the large doors of the Great Hall.
Alula quickly turned her head to see Harry who walked fast past the Hufflepuff table before people really started to stare, and by the time they were standing up to get a good look at him, he had spotted Ron, Alula and Hermione, sped along the benches toward them. There was something red on his face.
"Please tell me that that's not blood," Alula said.
When Harry arrived at the Gryffindor table, he quickly sat down beside Alula.
"Where've you - blimey, what've you done to your face?" said Ron, goggling at him along with everyone else in the vicinity.
"Why, what's wrong with it?" said Harry, grabbing a spoon and squinting at his distorted reflection.
"Harry..."
"You're covered in blood!" said Hermione. "Come here -"
She raised her wand, said "Tergeo!" and siphoned off the dried blood.
"Thanks," said Harry, feeling his now clean face. "How's my nose looking?
"Normal," said Hermoine anxiously. "But it's still bleeding."
"Harry, what happened? We've been terrified!" Alula whispered, grabbing a napkin and carefully placing it at Harry's nose.
She didn't think she had done it quickly, but Harry's hand grabbed her hand holding the napkin as she softly pressed it to the blood.
"I'll tell you later," said Harry curtly. Alula knew he was very conscious that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were listening in; even Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, had come floating along the bench to eavesdrop.
