Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Rule

A s they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver skin boots.

The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship. Astraea was anxious and excited to see Harry play. They hadn't really spoken since the whole Troll thing.

She hadn't seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Astraea didn't know which was worse — people telling Harry he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress.

On more important matters, Astraea and George pretended that that night hadn't happened. Ok, the second day was awkward as hell, but they had an unspoken agreement that they shouldn't discuss it. Astraea was glad that she wouldn't face this situation, another part of her was sad that she won't face this situation. However, what hurt her the most was the tiny voice saying 'You are not good enough for him' 'You deserve better'.

The voice in her head keeps her company when she can't sleep at night. They voice keeps promising her great things, telling her she can be the most powerful wizard. She always laughs when that voice tells her that, she believes she is one step away from nuts. The nights she actually gets sleep, she dreams about her dad. Mostly memories when she was a child, other times it was her dad in Azkaban calling her name or apologizing. She knows these are made up scenes from her imaginations like the one with Professor Quirrell having two faces; the other one on the back of his head.

Astraea was sitting under the tree one afternoon when she saw Harry, Ron and Hermione standing awkwardly in front of a tree, she could see the bright blue fire they had in a jar that they were desperately trying to hide. She saw Snape crossed the yard, and noticed at once that Snape was limping. Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed; Astraea watched them intensely. Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off anyway.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?"

It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

"He's just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away. "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

"He did not make this up", Astraea told them smiling sympathetically.

"Well he shouldn't take the book, he could just ask he us to", Harry said. "Nicely!"

Astraea snorted. "Nicely he says! First of all, Snape can't be nice to ANYONE. Second, you are not a Slytherin; if you were he wouldn't be that tight. Third and most important, school rules are being broken for your sake and you are lucky not everyone is attacking you".

"Fair point", Ron muttered.

"Now gents and lady, excuse me I have a detention to attend", Astraea said standing up and dusting the snow. "Apparently, cursing someone's trousers' off in the middle of the hall is not acceptable".

"That was you?" Harry laughed.

"He shouldn't have called Fred and George blood traitors", she shrugged.

"Um.. listen Astraea", Harry started

"Can we talk later? I'm late"

With that she left for detention.

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