Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter twenty seven-coffee breath

"Harry you seem to be drowning twice in a month" I pointed out Harry's divination homework, which we were bullshitting with random tragic events

He scratched out his previous line, replacing it with something about a hippogriff attack

"What's in the box?" Ron asked Hermione, who had just joined them with a thick stack of parchment and a rattling container. She popped off the lid to reveal about fifty metal badges all adoring the letter S.P.E.W in large font
"Spew?" said Harry, picking a badge up, "what's that?"
"Not spew," Hermione said impatiently, "it's S-P-E-W. It stands for the society for the promotion of elfish welfare "
"Never heard of it"
"Well of course you haven't" Hermione countered, "I've only just started it"
"Yeah? How many members have you got?" Ron asked
"Well, if you three join-that's four"
"Hermione open your ears" Rom said, annoyed, "they.like.it. They like being enslaved!"

The debate was interrupted by a flutter of wings, as Hedwig soared into the common room

"Is it Sirius?" I asked excitedly, rushing to where Harry stood, tearing open the letter, which read

Harry
I'm flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. If it hurts again, go straight to Dumbledore — they're saying he's got Mad-Eye out of retirement, which means he's reading the signs, even if no one else is.
I'll be in touch soon. My best to Ron and Hermione. Keep your eyes open, Harry.

Sirius

"He's flying North?" Hermione said, reading the letter, "but that's-"
"Where we are" I finished for her, "he's coming back"
"I shouldn't have told him!" Harry said, frustration evident on his face, "now he's coming back because he thinks I'm in trouble. And there's nothing wrong with me! And I haven't got anything for you" he added rudely, looking at his expectant owl, "you can go up to the owlery if you want food"

I sighed, feeding Hedwig a few pellets of food, and she hooted appreciatively, before flying away.

"Harry" I said, but he had already started up the staircase to his dorm
"I'm going to bed" he said shortly, before turning the corner and vanishing.

I pinched the bridge of my nose to relieve me of the headache this moody twat gave me, before heading to the girls dormitories, her resuming her lecture about elf mistreatment throughout history until I reached my gold and scarlet door.

"(Y/n), slow down on the coffee, will you?" Cedric pleaded, taking the large cup of iced coffee out of my grasp and throwing it away, despite my indignant protests
"I was drinking that!" I complained, as he walked me to my DADA class
"I know, that's the problem" he said, his expression turning serious, "you can't keep that up, you're consuming way over the healthy caffeine limit"
"Unless you want me to sleep walk my way around school, you'll leave me and my coffee alone" I said, nudging him playfully

We stopped in front of the open classroom door, and he placed his hands on my shoulders, saying

"What's making you so tired, (y/n)"
"I gotta go, class is starting" I said, deflecting the truth that my nightmares were keeping me awake
"(Y/n)..."
"Can we please talk about this later?" I begged, "meet me at my dorm tonight, password's "floo powder"

He seemed content with this answer, smiling down at me and placing a kiss on my forehead, before heading to his class. I spotted my seat next to Harry and took it just as Professor Moody announced we would each undergo the experience of having the imperius curse used on us

But — but you said it's illegal, Professor," said Hermione as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. "You said — to use it against another human was —"
"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. "If anyone in here feels as though this class is not worth their time, they can leave" he addressed the students, pointing at the door
"Sweet" I said, swinging my book bag over my shoulder and heading towards the door, much to the astonishment of my peers
"And just what do you think you're doing, Miss Lestrange" Moody growled, and I laughed, turning around to face him
"Leaving. Like you said, professor. If anyone needs me I'll be in my dorm, taking a much needed nap"
"So..." the professor said, his voice challenging, "you think you're too good for this, eh? Let's see how you like it when someone casts the spell on you" he then pointed his wand at my unwavering smirk, ignoring the protests of his students