ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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st mungo's
{1995}
12 Grimmauld Place
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Everyone but Alula spent the rest of the morning sleeping, or so she thought. She went up to the bedroom she and Hermione and Ginny had shared over the last few weeks of summer, but while Ginny crawled into bed and was asleep within minutes, Alula sat fully clothed, hunched against the cold metal bars of the bedstead, in deep thought about nothing. Little did she know that Harry had been doing the same.
When Ginny woke up, Alula pretended to have enjoyed a refreshing nap too. Their trunks arrived from Hogwarts while they were eating lunch, so they could dress as Muggles for the trip to St Mungo's which Mrs Weasley had told Alula she could join, being the person Ginny had cried to only hours after she was told that Mr Weasley was fine. Everybody except Harry and Alula was riotously happy and talkative as they changed out of their robes into jeans and sweatshirts. When Tonks and Mad-Eye turned up to escort them across London, they greeted them gleefully, laughing at the bowler hat Mad-Eye was wearing at an angle to conceal his magical eye and assuring him, truthfully, that Tonks, whose hair was short and bright pink again, would attract far less attention on the Underground.
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London
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Tonks was very interested in Harry's vision of the attack on Mr Weasley, something Harry was not remotely interested in discussing.
"There isn't any Seer blood in your family, is there?" she inquired curiously, as they sat side by side on a train rattling towards the heart of the city.
'No,' said Harry thinking of Professor Trelawney and feeling insulted.
'No,' said Tonks musingly, 'no, I suppose it's not really a prophecy you're doing, is it? I mean, you're not seeing the future, you're seeing the present . . . it's odd, isn't it? Useful, though . . .'
Harry didn't answer; fortunately, they got out at the next stop, a station in the very heart of London, and in the bustle of leaving the train he was able to allow Fred and George to get between himself and Tonks, who was leading the way.
"Stop it, Nymphadora, he obviously doesn't want to talk about it," Alula warned.
"And you obviously have a crush on Harry, AlulaNova," Tonks whispered.
"Shut up."
They all followed Tonks up the escalator, Moody clunking along at the back of the group, his bowler tilted low and one gnarled hand stuck in between the buttons of his coat, clutching his wand. Alula thought she sensed the concealed eye staring hard at her. Trying to avoid any more questions about Harry from her cousin, she asked Mad-Eye where St Mungo's was hidden.
