“Meorglew!” I said as we walked up to the back door.
“What was that?” Harry said slightly frightened.
“Sorry, essence of Jade.”
“Excuse me?”
“It was a bit of Jade coming through.”
“What’s Jade?”
“Who’s Jade?” I corrected.
“Who’s jade?” Harry said glumly.
“Just someone.” I said vaguely, looking into one of the rusty cauldron’s on the Weasley’s doorsteps and whispering. “Our secret is safe.”
Baby, I’m back.
“I’m glad you’re sane.” Harry told me.
“I’m not sure if that’s sarcasm or not, so I’m going to say Emu.”
“It’s not sarcasm. I’m glad you’re back to Willow norm. You scared me a bit.”
I tried to say ‘aww’ and be all sarcastic, but I didn’t. I was actually choked up.
Dumbledore knocked three times.
He should have knocked a fourth time.
It’s uneven.
HE WILL KNOCK FOUR TIMES!
Wait, that’s doctor who...
“Who’s there?” said a nervous voice I recognized as Mrs. Weasley’s. “Declare yourself!”
“It is I, Willow Tree, bringing Harry and Albus.” I said loudly before Dumbledore could.
He and Harry seemed rather amused.
I’m so glad I’m back.
It’s fabulous.
The door opened at once. There stood Mrs. Weasley, short, plump, and wearing an old green dressing gown.
“Oh Willow,” She smiled down at me. “And good gracious, Albus, you gave me a fright, you said not to expect you before morning!”
“We were lucky,” said Dumbledore, ushering Harry and I over the threshold. “Slughorn proved much more persuadable than I had expected. Harry’s doing, of course. Ah, hello, Nymphadora!”
A young witch with a pale, heart-shaped face and mousy brown hair was sitting at the table clutching a large mug between her hands.
She looked like an ex-druggie.
Or a druggie.
“Hey Nymphalicious.” I said, smiling..
“Hello Willow, Professor... Wotcher Harry.
“Hi, Tonks.”
Tonks looked like shit.
Like really.
Her smile was fake; not even the practice version of fake - and she looked depressed without her pink hair.
“I’d better be off,” she said quickly, standing up and pulling her cloak around her shoulders. “Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Molly”
-Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Molly. –
I need to remember that.
I hope Ginny was eavesdropping.
I need to know what’s going on.
Well, I don’t but I’m nosy as....a nose.
“Please don’t leave on my account,” said Dumbledore courteously, “I cannot stay, I have urgent matters to discuss with Rufus Scrimgeour.”
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The Other Potter: Book 6
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