the eighth || harry potter

ELEVEN

"YOU'RE NOT GOING back there" Hermione said matter of factly.

"Ever" cut in Sirius with a worried tone.

"You are always welcome with us" Ron nodded.

Octavia nodded, thankful for their understanding.

"Why did he do this?" Remus asked.

"I was learning 7th year spells"

"But you're a fifth year" Harry looked confused.

"I know, Uncle would try to teach me advanced magic." She hesitated, "When I didn't get them right he would..."

"We understand" Hermione put her hand on Octavia's shoulder,"No need to go further."

Octavia smiled sadly, "Thank you"

She walked back up to her room. But she heard foot steps following her. Once she reached her room Octavia turned around and was inches from Harry's face.

"Sorry" He looked down, "I just wanted to check on you"

"You can come in" Octavia motioned as she sat on her bed.

He came over and sat beside her.

"If you don't mind me asking, what were you learning when he..."

"I was conjuring my patronus, I had done it before but the memory... it's faded now"

He looked at her with curious eyes.

"My parents" Octavia answered.

He nodded in understanding.

She got up and walked over to her dresser and grabbed the photo.

"I think they knew each other" She said handing him the photograph.

Harry inspected the photo, a smile spreading across his lips as he spotted his parents.

"You look like them" He glanced up at her and down at the photo.

Octavia smiled, "You have your mothers eyes"

"So I've been told" He laughed.

Octavia laughed too, as he continued to inspect the photo in his hands.

"Thanks for showing me this" He handed the photo back, smiling.

"Of course"

"Well, goodnight" Harry stood up.

"Night" She went to bring her photo back.

He started out the door and then turned around and paused.

"Octavia?"

"Yes?" Octavia turned around and looked at him.

"You are stronger than I will ever be"

"Don't sell yourself short Harry, I'm no chosen one."

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It was just Sirius and Octavia this morning. All the others went to Diagon Alley for school. She decided to stay behind. Octavia was making her daily cup of coffee and Sirius was at the table reading the prophet.

"So I saw Harry follow you upstairs last night" He smirked.

Octavia rolled her eyes, "Your point?"

"You two have a thing" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"We so do not have a thing"

"Yeah right" He scoffed, "I may not be married but I know love and you two have it"

"I don't have a thing for Harry"

"Lies"

"Oi, are we talking about how Octavia and Harry have a thing?!" Remus came walking in with a chuckle.

"When did you get here?" She sighed putting her hand on her forehead.

"Just now, but please continue I want to hear about your thing"

"I don't have a thing!" Octavia protested.

Sirius and Remus looked at each other.

"They have a thing" Both men said in unison.

"You are grown men! We don't have a thing" Octavia insisted.

"Whatever you say Octavia"

Octavia shot them a glare while they laughed, taking a sip of her coffee.