FOLKLORE | 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a young hufflepuff is instructed to look after harlow potter.
❨ cedric diggory x harlow potter ❩
❨ harry potter and the philosopher's stone ❩
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THE NEXT DAY, harlow potter sat alone at a table in the great hall. there, she was studying for her midterms. although midterms were a few weeks away, harlow wanted to get a head start on studying. she was halfway through studying her notes for chapter 5, when her brother burst through the doors of the great hall and walked over to her.
"harlow," he said in a serious tone, and sat next to her.
harlow looked up from her book reluctantly, "yes?"
"tonight, ron and i are going to be outside the slytherin common room, meet us there at midnight."
"why?" harlow furrowed her eyebrows, "what's happening?"
"i found something last night, i need to show it to you," he said "just tell me you'll be there."
"ok, sure." harlow answered.
harry got up from the place he was sitting next to her, but before he could walk away, harlow grabbed his wrist.
"harry," she began, "what's all this about."
"last night," harry said, "i saw our parents."
"what-"
"harlow i have to go, but i'll explain later." with that, harry got up and left the great hall, leaving harlow standing alone.
cedric diggory, who was sitting on the hufflepuff table talking to two other hufflepuffs, turned his attention to harlow.
"excuse me," cedric said to his friends, "i'll be right back."
cedric walked over to harlow, who was still standing, facing the doors of the great hall.
"potter?" cedric said, standing in front of her. "what's the matter?"
harlow's face was pale, all color drained out of it, as if she had seen a ghost.
"harry- he just-" harlow stuttered. "he just told me he saw my parents."
"but that's impossible- aren't your parents- you know-" cedric said.
"dead? i'm aware."
"so then how did he see them?" asked cedric.
"i have no clue, he said he'd explain to me tonight."
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that night, around 11:45, harlow potter sat in her dorm. she was chewing her lip anxiously, awaiting midnight. when the clock struck 12, harlow slowly opened and closed the door to her dorm, tip-toeing down to the common room. when she opened the door to the common room, there was no one there. however, harlow felt eyes on her.
