Everything Black | Harry Potter

12. Bonus Scene

Harry could just about tear his hair out.

He stayed hunched over his porridge, hands gripping painfully at his hair as he stared somewhat manically into the sludge, Hermione's excited whispers fading to white noise. On Harry's side he could feel Draco gaping incredulously, casting furtive glances around to see if anyone else was witnessing the same thing he was witnessing.

"Harry," he said out of the corner of his mouth, not daring to turn his head. Harry didn't respond, too busy despairing into his breakfast.

Somehow, despite Harry and Draco's stubborn resolve not to help, Hermione still ended up figuring out who Nicolas Flamel is, and therefore, what was hiding in the school. Of course, the moment she had realised, she'd brought her findings to the group, Ron and Neville not quite understanding her leaps in logic but excited nonetheless at the new break in the case.

Harry would bet all the gold in his vault the Dumbledore somehow had a hand in this.

"Harry," Draco hissed more urgently, pinching Harry's leg and making him jerk in his seat.

"Well," Hermione prompted Harry eagerly, almost vibrating in her seat. "What do you think Harry? It fits, doesn't it?"

Harry lifted his eyes from his bowl of pale sludge, staring blank and bleary eyed at the space between Hermione's bushy mane and Neville's tentatively excited face. Harry couldn't recall for the life of him, but he must've made some kind of noise that Hermione interpreted as agreement because her face brightened, shoulders and back straightening in a somewhat smug air.

"That's what I thought."

Ron, Neville and Hermione almost immediately started plotting.

Draco glared at him.

Harry contemplated whether throwing himself off the astronomy tower would gift him the mercy of a quick death.

Fuck, he thought to himself quite emphatically, fucking fuckity fuck.

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Just a quick little snippet while I figure out what the fuck I'm doing with the next chapter :)