Elizabeth Potter, the girl who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Facing Voldemort again.
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t. 1991 ~ 1992 (PS era)
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Started: 2/11/20
Completed: 7/2/21
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I only own Elizabeth Potter, that is all.
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IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS
I sat in the Great Hall with Ron and Harry, absentmindedly watching them play a game of Wizards Chess. Hermione was in our room packing to go home for the holidays so I decided to stay down here with the boys. Ron was also supposed to go home but stayed, seeing as his parents went to see their other son, Charlie, for the holidays; the cool son that plays with dragons.
So far, Harry nor I had won a single game game against Ron. He was impressively good at the game and I wondered where he got the skill from.
"Where's Ginny staying whilst your parents are in Romania?" I asked Ron as Harry planned out his next move.
"She's staying with our great-aunt Muriel in Devon," Ron shrugged.
"Knight to E-5," Harry stated, and the knight slid smoothly across the board. I looked at the board and immediately saw a way that Ron could win if he moved the right piece. His smirk told me that he saw it too.
"Queen to E-5," Ron smirked. The Queen piece walked up to the knight, pulled her chair out in front of her and hit the knight, shattering it into pieces.
"Checkmate," I said for Ron, giving him a wide smile. That was eleven wins to Ron and naught to Harry and I combined.
"That's totally barbaric," Hermione chirped, her large trunk sat beside her.
"That's wizards chess," Ron smiled, sliding all of the broken pieces of porcelain to my side for me to fix. Ever since Ron, Harry and I have been playing, I had learnt from McGonagall how to fix the pieces so Ron didn't have to see her every time, "I see you've packed."
"See you haven't," Hermione remarked, clearly still under the impression that they'd be leaving for the Hogwarts express together. They had both decided to leave as late as possible, taking the last train on Christmas Eve Eve as to keep Harry and I company as much as possible. We were grateful for it but we felt bad that they kept delaying their Christmas with their families.
"Change of plans," Ron said as he set up the remaining pieces for him and I to have another game with, "My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie. He's studying dragons there."
"Good. You can help Harry, then. He's going to go the library for information on Nicholas Flamel," Hermione nodded.
"We've looked a hundred times!" Ron complained.
Hermione leaned into the table and whispered, "Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas." She grabbed onto her trunk's handle and strutted out of the Great Hall, her head held high as it always was.
