Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 3: A Yellow Jumper

Harry and I walked in what felt like content silence for several minutes until I just felt the need to break it. There was obviously some reason that he wanted to come with me or in his words he "wouldn't have asked."

"So is there a reason you wanted to walk all the way down to the Hufflepuff common room?" I asked, glancing down at him for a moment or two before turning back to look down the hall ahead of us.

"Well, one of the last times a girl I was friends with was left alone, she got attacked by a troll," Harry shrugged, talking about the not so far off incident that had occurred with Hermione Granger on Halloween.

I, along with everyone else, had heard what felt like all the details of what had happened by the time breakfast was over the next morning. It honestly had come as quite a shock that the troll had managed to get from the dungeons to the girls bathroom without anybody noticing, not to mention that the twins pulling their monthly prank was about as wild as things got here at Hogwarts until this year. The school was buzzing with different versions of what had gone down, but I was never sure of what was true and what wasn't.

"I suppose that I should thank you then," I laughed.

"Juniper?" He asked, worry in his tone.

"Yeah, Harry?" I asked, concerned about what he might tell me. I believe in secrets being kept between friends and all but what if he told me something bad about what was going on at home? I'd have to tell someone. McGonagall? Dumbledore?

"Can you keep a secret?" He asked, and I felt him staring straight at me.

"That depends on what it is, Harry, but for the most part yeah, I can keep a secret."

"I know what's on the third floor." I mumbled, his words coming out so fast that I only had time to register the words third floor.

"What?"

"When the year first started, Dumbledore said that we weren't allowed to go onto the third floor or we would die a terrible death. I know what is up there." He sounded a bit frantic.

I remembered parts of Dumbledore's little pep talk, and of course I remembered him saying that. I didn't put too much thought into it at the time because the upcoming feast and catching up with Cedric, who had gone to quidditch camp over the summer holiday, just seemed more important at the time. I never had any business really going up there, so it never occurred to me that he might be serious.

"What is it Harry?" I suspected that maybe this was a joke he was playing, I mean, he's clearly friends with Ron at least, and I doubt that growing up with the twins didn't rub off a bit on him.

"I know how this is going to sound, but you have to believe me when I tell you that there is a three-headed dog hidden in a room on the third floor. He's hiding something, Hermione said it was standing on a trap door," Harry said and I had to strain to hear what he was saying as he was speaking so low.

This made Hermione's odd reaction to my question about what she had been doing in the library. She was hiding something, as I had been expecting, but I never imagined that it would've been something like this.

"And why are you telling me this?" I asked.

I'd only just met Harry a few hours ago, and here he was entrusting me with information that could very well get him and Hermione in trouble. I wouldn't doubt that Ron was there as well, but he hadn't said anything about him. I wasn't going to tell anyone what Harry had just told me, I wouldn't dream of it, but I was very worried if what he was saying was true.

"You're smart like Hermione, I thought maybe you could help Ron and I find out literally anything about a man named Nicholas Flamel." He said, looking up at me with big, hopeful eyes.