Megan knew Hermione had meant well, but was a little frustrated that she didn’t know if she’d see it again. She was pretty sure it wasn’t jinxed, but she had to admit it wasn’t all that impossible. If Black was smart enough to escape from Azkaban and elude capture for all this time, he could probably manage a scheme like this… she couldn’t stop thinking about it and it gave her annoying headaches. Ron was angry at Hermione (again), who, convinced she had acted for the best, began avoiding the common room. Megan tried to talk to her alone, but every time she tried, Hermione would leave.
“Don’t worry, she’s just busy, she’s avoiding pretty much everyone.” Cedric told her one day.
She had told him about the pendant.
“I think she was right,” he had said. “I wouldn’t let you take any chances. Megan, I know we don’t have irrefutable proof that he is the one who killed all those people or if he really is after you, but he’s still a serious customer, if he managed to get out of Azkaban.”
So she was glad to have something else to think about when Lupin called to her after their first Defence Against the Dark Arts class when school started again.
“You remember we discussed private lessons?” he said.
“Yes… to fend of Dementors…”
“That’s right. Well, how’s Thursday evening?”
“That’d be fine… but it won’t be a real Dementor, will it?” She asked, trying not to sound too nervous.
“Oh, no, no. Dear me, that would be far too dangerous,” Lupin said. “Not to mention Dumbledore would never agree to or it, and nor, in fact, would I. I’ll have to think about that one… how about eight o’clock?”
“That’s fine.”
“Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have another class.”
“Of course. Thanks, professor.”
And she took her leave.
“Still looks a bit under the weather, doesn’t he…?” Harry said as they left.
“Wonder what’s wrong with him…” Megan said, frowning slightly.
“Search me,” Ron shrugged.
Hermione, who was behind them, let out a loud “tuh” and strode past them.
“What was that for?” Ron asked irritably.
“Oh, she’s been working hours on end, I think she’s just on edge,” Megan said, a frown of worry on her beautiful face.
“Yeah, or she’s just trying to get us to talk to her again.”
“Why would she do that? She’s the one avoiding us.” Harry reminded.
That afternoon was Quidditch practise. And Wood was more meticulous than ever, not letting a single mistake pass.
“It’s three degrees more to the west, Angelina, we’ve been over this!” He said. “And Fred, George, be sure you’re always in synch, that’s your strength. Megan, you’re doing okay, but try and go faster, the other beaters won’t get a chance to target you with the bludgers that way.”
“I would,” Megan sighed, but this broom is so slow it’s impossible to do anything with it…”
She had been using an old school broom, since she no longer had her own.
“Well, you’ll have to get a new one for next match.” Wood said. “You want to look in Quidditch Quality Supplies.”
“Okay.”
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Megan Potter - A saga of the Heart - Book 3 - Past and Present
Fanfiction- Things are seldom what they appear - Megan was ready for yet another long, boring summer at the Dursleys. Little did she know that this summer would soon turn out even worse than the last. The reason? Her cousin's aunt Marge. And as if that wasn'...
