𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 | 𝐟. 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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"That night... it wasn't just you... who had a bad time. The only one to lose something." He said, recalling the night of their parent's murder.

"It's not a competition." She irked.

"I nearly died..."

"Oh, apparently it is." She rolled her eyes.

"I NEARLY DIED!"

She stared blankly, quiet for a moment.

"I know..." she trailed her words. "I was there... You're not the only one who lost their parents."

"No, but I'm the only one with a reminder." He referred to his scar.

"Physically, yes." She responded, narrowing her eyes as she began to step closer.

"Don't, ever, for a second think that I don't carry that weight on my shoulders. Our mother's screams, his laugh, your cries. Those memories play in my head every night when I close my eyes. I couldn't cry because I was busy rocking you to sleep! I hid in the closet, for hours, scared that he was going to come back and kill us! And all I could focus on was protecting you! I always had to protect you! I carry those memories with me, so don't think for a second you're the only one with a reminder, because you are my living reminder!"

She shouted at him as they both stared into each other's eyes. He didn't respond as Hermione began to pull him away. She felt a pair of hands on her own shoulders.

Not caring who it was, she dropped to her knees as she let the tears pour out. Footsteps shuffled beside her before she heard them kneel down and embrace her.

Fred. He had followed her and watched her breakdown. He never knew how to comfort her, so instead he embraced her.

Unbeknownst to him, that was how he comforted her.

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Y/n and Harry didn't talk after that.
They've argued before, but this was different.

The tension was high. Perhaps beyond repair.

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"Oh, honey, what's wrong?" The soft voice of Alicia Spinnet reached Y/n's hot, burning face as she walked into their dorm.

"Did Fred send you?" Y/n peered, sniffling as she wiped her nose of snot.

"He did... talk to me, love. What happened?" She asked as she went over, sitting by her best friend's side. Y/n sighed. "I know... that I shouldn't believe what that article says... but a part of me knows it's true."

"I read it, and it's pure rubbish. And you know that." Alicia rubbed Y/n's shoulder gently. "Don't you?"

"No..." Y/n muttered. "Is it, though? I did abandon him, and I left him in the hands of the Dursleys... I mean Rita Skeeter's right, I barely count as his sister..."

"You're still blood. And you have proved to be a great sister during his time at Hogwarts. And not just to him, to Ron and Ginny as well." Alicia spoke softly, and gently. "And no, it doesn't change the fact that you left him, but you two were brought together again. This is your opportunity to make things right between you two, make up for the time apart."

"What if I can't?"

"You can. I know you can. Give it some time first, I'm sure it'll work out in the end."

Y/n turned to face Alicia's freckled face. Alicia had a warm smile on her face which radiated sunshine. Y/n couldn't help but smile as well.

"Thank you." Y/n whispered softly, leaning her forehead against the other's.

"Of course... I love you... and I'm here for you, always." Alicia whispered as well, closing her eyes as she planted a soft kiss onto the other's forehead.

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It was a free afternoon and the gang decided to head to Hogsmeade.

Fred, Y/n, George, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia all headed to The Three Broomsticks. Tagging along with them was Ron.

Who just like Y/n, was not on speaking terms with Harry.

As they sat at a table, Y/n spotted Hermione by herself at a table. She was looking at a notebook. She seemed to be... talking to herself?

Lee had disappeared from the table and soon came back with a tray of butterbeer.

"For the ladies." He handed Y/n, Alicia, and Angelina their drinks. "And for the ladies." He handed Fred, George, and Ron their drinks.

"Why, thank you, kind sir." George responded hotly with a bat of his eyelashes and a smile to match. He took a sip from his drink as did the others.

As Y/n sipped her drink, she gazed around the pub and began to notice Hagrid's large figure with Professor Moody. They made their way over to Hermione.

Leaning back, she covered her ears with her hair as she sipped her drink, her eyes practically bore into the back of Mad-Eye Moody.

"Nice cloak, Potter." She heard Moody whisper as he was leaned down, looking at Hermione's notebook. No... not her notebook.

At Harry.

"Can your eye- I mean-" she heard Harry's whisper. Yet she couldn't see him. "Yes, it could see through Invisibility Cloaks." Moody responded.

Ah, the invisibility cloak.

"Harry, meet me tonight at midnight at me cabin. Wear the cloak." Hagrid whispered before standing straight. "Nice ter see yeh, Hermione." He said before walking out.

What would Hagrid want? And at midnight, but Harry has to talk to Sirius tonight.

Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts by the collaborated whispering of Lee, Fred, and George.

"So, what's the plan?"
"Not sure yet, has to be perfect."

Their whispering was meant to be low and unheard, but she heard them. She could hear anything with the ears of a bat.

And with the form of a bat, she decided she'd keep an eye on Harry and see what it was that Hagrid wants with Harry.

Without getting caught.