"If you looked up the definition for lovesick fool, Harry Potter's picture would be right next to it."
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Allegra Del Vecchio is a part of a household name in the Wizarding World. A notoriously mysterious, allur...
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One hundred and fifty points for Gryffindor were lost in one night. After Filch took them to McGonagall, she gave a scolding that could give Molly Weasley a run for her money. She took fifty points from Harry, fifty points from Hermione, and fifty from her. If Ron wasn't in the hospital wing, she knew it would have been two hundred.
In a way, Harry had fallen from grace. Harry, the Star and Savior of the Quidditch team, had become hated or close to it. He took his shunning to heart considering for months he had been admired and put on a pedestal. Allegra couldn't care less about what people thought of her considering she had been gossiped about the moment she stepped into Hogwarts, but she was still fuming. Irate at the insults and whispers they shot at them. Her losing fifty points gave all the more reason for girls to glare and talk behind her back. People were vicious to hate on anything and everything.
Of course, Ron, Prue, Fred, and George defended them, but sometimes that didn't help. After awhile people learned it was safer to insult Harry and her behind their backs instead of to their face after she threw her drink in Lavender Brown's face and sent a tripping jinx to Marietta Edgecombe.
Allegra was thankful at least Hermione didn't get it that bad. She wasn't very well known, so most people didn't know who to point to. But according to Harry, Hermione had done a whole 360 in class by never raising her hand and working in silence.
A week before finals they were finally due to serve their detention. Professor McGonagall sent a letter instructing them to meet Filch in the Entrance Hall at 11pm.
"Why here? Why now? I could be sleeping," whined Hermione as they walked through the empty castle towards detention.
"Honestly, I'm a little worried," Allegra said warily, never having heard of a detention that started at 11 o'clock at night.
"I'm so sorry you guys," apologized Harry. "If I had remembered to grab the cloak-"
"Don't blame yourself. We all could have remembered, and we didn't, just because we were so excited to finally get rid of that bloody dragon."
"I guess it's better us getting the repercussions like this instead of what would have happened to Hagrid," Hermione pointed out. They all nodded in agreement.
"Someone ha-are you kidding me?"
"What are you-oh."
Already standing there with Filch was Draco freakin Malfoy.
"I completely forgot he got a detention that night too from McGonagall," groaned Harry. As they approached the pair Draco stayed silent, but he sent them a mocking smirk that screamed, karma's a bitch, isn't it?
After sending them all a wicked, twisted smile Filch started to lead them outside. They walked under the clouded full moon sky across the dark grounds. Looking over at Harry, she saw he had his hands in his pockets against the chilly night wind. It was obvious he was nervous and blaming the whole situation on himself. Before she could stop herself, Allegra gently grasped his hand with hers.
