Aurelia
I woke up alone in Draco's bed. The indent next to me was still warm so he must have just left.
He was fixing that stupid cabinet again.
He had been at it for the past few months but the stupid thing was still a piece of useless trash. But he was determined to stick to the plan because of his pride, and I wasn't allowed to help.
Theo continued to insist that he didn't take the Felix Felicis but I didn't believe him.
The problem was I couldn't follow through on any of my threats, if I touched Theo again I would be expelled. If it didn't mean leaving Draco, I would have fucked Theo up and hoped on the first train out of Hogwarts.
The only positive thing was that Theo could never unlock the box.
The box was locked with a spell inspired by my great great great grandfather and his infamous Chamber of Secrets.
As long as Theo didn't miraculously become a Parselmouth the box remained locked
And as long as the liquid luck was stuck in the box he couldn't use it either.
Auriah
Hermione and I walked arm in arm down the snowy path to Hogsmeade for our weekly weekend visit.
It was impossible for me not to stare at Harry as he walked with Ron slightly ahead of us, his arms waving excitedly as he and Ron recapped the latest Quidditch game.
His cheeks were rosy from the cold and snowflakes were caught in his dark eyelashes. Hermione had cut his hair a few days ago and the cropped cut made him look older.
"I don't understand why you two aren't dating yet." Hermione whispered. I blushed, realizing she had caught me staring.
"The same could be said for you and Ron." I fired back.
"Please, he clearly doesn't see me that way." Hermione blushed.
"What are you girls whispering about back there?" Ron asked, he had turned around to look at us.
"Nothing." Hermione and I said simultaneously, we looked at each other and giggled.
"I heard Slughorn was going to the Three Broomsticks, we should go and try to find him." Harry said to us.
We all nodded in agreement and turned right towards the pub, forgoing our original plan to spend the afternoon at Spintwitches. I would take a Butterbeer over musty sporting equipment any day.
I still hadn't managed to open the box to retrieve the vial of Felix Felicis, and I didn't tell my friends I had it either. Every night I tried to guess the password but I was stumped. I so desperately wanted to give it to Harry.
When we got to the Three Broomsticks Harry sat down at a table that had a good view of Slughorn at the bar. Ron was about to sit down next to Harry but Hermione pulled him back.
"What?" Ron yelped.
"Sit with me." Hermione demanded. She gave me a small smirk as I took the seat next to Harry.
After we each ordered a glass of Butterbeer, Ron and Hermione started bickering over the proper way to hold a quill. I tuned them out and watched Harry watch Slughorn.
"He's coming." He whispered, he quickly held up his hand to wave.
"Harry, my boy!" Slughorn greeted Harry cheerily as he stumbled towards us.
"It's wonderful to see you, sir." Harry stood up and gave him a friendly handshake.
"Ah, and you must be the other Miss.Izar." He said turning to me, spilling his drink on Hermione in the process.
"Auriah Izar." I got up to shake his hand.
"How unfortunate we haven't crossed paths until now. You aren't interested in potion making like your aunt? She was one of my best students." He swayed a bit as he talked, I suspected he was mildly intoxicated.
"No sir. I'm terrible at potions."
"Well regardless, I would love to get to know you!" He leaned in close to Harry and I. "Back in the day I had a small dinner party, for a few select students. Would you two come?"
"I would be honored, sir." Harry replied.
"Yes, of course." I nodded.
"You'd be welcome too, Granger." Slughorn looked down at Hermione.
"I'd be delighted sir." She responded with a forced grin, dabbing her soaked jumper.
"Splendid, look for my owl." Slughorn shouted. The whole bar turned to look at him but he didn't seem to notice. He threw a fleeting look at Ron. "Good to see you, Wallenby."
Slughorn proceeded to exit while I tried to stifle a laugh. Ron's face was sour.
"What am I? Goblin spit?" He asked, offended by Slughorn's dismissal.
"What's Malfoy doing here?" Harry ignored Ron. "Doesn't Slytherin have a game right now?"
I looked over to see Draco sitting with my sister and a few of their friends. He didn't look engaged in the conversation the rest of them were having. I wondered if he was thinking about the job my father had tasked him with.
"I heard he's been letting Harper fill in for him lately." Ron said.
"Maybe he realized there are more important things in life than Quidditch." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Both Harry and Ron looked at her as if she were insane.
The four of us downed two or three butterbeers each before we got up to leave. I discovered that Hermione was a bit of a lightweight.
Harry and Ron had to hold her to make sure she didn't accidentally fall into the snow banks. I couldn't help but laugh as she sang childish muggles songs as we walked.
Suddenly a piercing scream filled the air. Harry shifted Hermione's full weight to Ron and ran ahead to see what happened, I followed closely.
"I warned her not to touch it." Leanne, a Gryffindor fifth year stammered as we approached.
Katie Bell, another Gryffindor, was laying face up in the snow.
As Hermione and Ron approached her body started to fling from side to side and then rose up into the air.
It was like she had been possessed, I half expected for a demonic voice to come out of her mouth. But that didn't happen, instead her body fell back onto the show with a large thump.
"Don't get any closer. Get back, all of ya." Hagrid's voice called from behind us. The grounds keeper rushed towards Katie and cautiously picked up her limp body.
Harry walked towards the package that was by her feet.
"Do not touch whatever is inside." Hagrid instructed. "Grab it only by the wrappings." He took Katie back to the school.
Harry nodded and carefully folded the brown wrapping paper over the box and flipped it over. A beautiful sapphire necklace sat in the box.
"We have to bring that straight to Dumbledore's office." Hermione insisted. She was standing on her own now, the horrific scene had sobered her up.
I put my arm around Leanne's shaking body, her tears stuck on her face from the cold.
We followed Harry as he carefully carried the box back to Hogwarts.