Sweet nothing

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MATTHEO POV

I ran in my dorm as fast as I could. I took everything I needed and got back to Y/N.

"I'm back, come here." I said as I grabbed her arm

"Mattheo, look at what I found."

"It can wait, come sit down."

"No, listen to me."

She was screaming and looked at me in the eyes. I loved her eyes.

"Alright ma'am. What is it?" I asked

"Look(she took the picture with Dumbledore on it) I spoke with Luna, and she told me it was Grindewald here. I had no idea what that mean but maybe something is written maybe something I can't see. I need a potion to discover it. It's a good start don't you think so?"

She was speaking way to fast but I got used to it.

"Yeah, it's a good start. You're right now come on."

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"You don't care do you?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Yeah I do but now what I care the most is that thing on you hand."

"But it's nothing, look it's practically gone"

It wasn't.

"Just come here."

She sat down and I took her hand.

"There you go."

"Ouch stop it. What is that?"

"A potion."

"You're sure it's good? I don't want to become a troll because you created a potion with mistakes."

"Who is the best in potion class here? Me or you?"

"You"she said

"Good so let me do it."

Few minutes later, her hand was getting better.

"It's better now isn't it?" I asked

"Yeah."

"Fine, now talk to me about this picture."

She smiled.

"So you know I was with Luna and.........."

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Y/N POV

I was seating with Hermione and Ron at the Gryffindor's table.

"You never stop eating." Hermione said

"What do you want me to do, I'm hungry." Ron replied

I looked at Ginny and we both laughed.

"Hi." It was Harry.

"Hi how are you?" I asked. He seemed strange

"Can I join you?" He asked.

"Of course." I said

Suddenly we hear voices from the hallway I stood up to see who was screaming like that.

"Things at Hogwarts are way more problematic than what I thought. Things have to be better, way better." It was Umbridge, like always.

"What is she saying?"

I turned my head and saw Mattheo.

"I don't know things like we're worse than she thought."

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