"𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅"
With an unknown past and a vast amount of power, Artemis is a force to be reckoned with. For as long as she could remember, she has been completely and utterly different with her purple hair and rebel attitud...
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ARTEMIS COULDN'T SLEEP IN THE DARK HOUSE. Not with everything going on. Her mind couldn't help but wonder about George and how he was coping with his injury. How was her mum? Was she okay? Had they made it to the cabin?
She wasn't the only one that sleep couldn't come to. Artemis was laid beside Harry, underneath the warmth of a huge blanket that Hermione had packed. The Potter was staring at the the cobwebbed chandelier overhead, and Artemis nudged his side.
"Wanna go upstairs while the love birds rest?"Artemis whispered, her eyes darting to the sofa where Hermione slept, her arm dangling down to where Ron laid upon the floor, her fingers only inches from his.
Harry nodded, quietly standing up and pulling Artemis to her feet. With a little whisper, Harry lit his wand and led her upstairs.
Harry's wand bloomed in the darkness as they scaled the stairs and reached the landing. He peered into a bedroom. The drawers have been turned out and the bedsheets stripped. Artemis urges him to move on, painting the wall with wandlight, illuminating an empty portrait of a muddle landscape.He studied it -- long enough that they'll remember it --then a floorboard squeaked, much like the night before. Artemis wheeled around as Harry pointed his wand down the dark corridor adjacent.
Harry and Artemis moved down the narrow corridor to its end, to a doorway. Artemis eyed the nameplate that read: "SIRIUS."
Artemis and Harry pushed open the door. The room, like the others, had been ransacked. Harry lingered by a photograph. In it, five young Hogwarts students, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and Estella Bennett stand grinning before the Whomping Willow. Harry traced the thin cone of light of his wand across their faces. Artemis could t help the twinge of a smile that poked at her lips at the sight of her mother, sixteen years old, with her arms draped around Remus Lupin.
Books and papers carpet the floor. A woman's face,striking and wise, peered out from a dust jacket. Harry crouched, turning the book over to read its title: A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot. Artemis crouched nearby him, looking at the papers in the floor to find one that caught her eye because it had her name on it.
Harry turned the back over, studying the woman's face again. He begun to rise when he noticed a crumpled paper in Artemis' hand embossed at the top with a name: Lily Potter.
Artemis leaned over to him as they both stood, reading the letter from Lily Potter.
Dear Sirius. Thank you for Harry's birthday present. You'd think he'd been born on a broom.
James says he's got the look of a Seeker, but then James would. We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda, who dotes on Harry. Wormy dropped by late in the day, but seemed down and didn't stay long. James is frustrated being shut up here, but Dumbledore's still got his Invisibility Cloak, so he doesn't have much choice.
