Finley opened the door to Harry and Ron's room, there she saw him struggling to tie his neck tie, looking frustrated as he did so. She walked in, clearly this neck tie has been on Harry's nerves even though he had been tying them for years since he went to Hogwarts. Clearly something bothered him.
"Let me," she calls to him as she turns him to face her, carefully unraveling and tying the tie properly. Both were silent, for months they were now here in the most unusual circumstance. "You've been tying you own ties since first year, what's gotten you all bamboozled," Finley jokes, trying to lighten up the mood. Harry didn't speak.
This all still seemed like a dream, and quite frankly. He wished to never wake up, he was with his sister, she wasn't dead. And the only thing missing now was their parents running in the room and hugging them both. But that wasn't likely.
Finley tightens the tie, fixing Harry's collar and jacket, much as she hated seeing the shade of brown with blue. It was the only thing he had decent on him, and for sure Finley was going to shop for him. Her hand stops at the sight of her amulet still on Harry's neck. Taking a good look at it, she sees the deep scratch on one of its heads, reminding her that she only had two lives left.
"Where have you been? Before I came here," Harry finds himself asking, snapping Finley from her thoughts. He thought about it all morning, she couldn't be in anywhere in particular, where was she hiding when he was out there?
"If I tell you, then it won't be safe anymore," she tells him as she now proceeds to fix his unruly hair. For god's sake, their grandfather was the founder of sleakeazy hair potion, why in bloody hell did her brother inherit their dad's untameable locks?
"Why? Why can't it be safe if you tell me? Don't you trust me?" Harry asks her, slightly agitated at the already coming hearing, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask his sister this when he was going to be potentially be expelled later. Maybe it was but how the hell would he know.
"Harry, I trust you with my lives," she tells him, staring back at the emerald eyes she had too. Emphasising on the word lives because she sure as hell trust him with her two remaining lives. "But the place that I'm hiding in isn't for you to know," she sadly explains. This wasn't a dark secret, she simply doesn't want Harry there, the amount of unsettling things in the place she stayed in would be too much for him.
Both of them heard a knock on the door, turning around they saw Cedric in his own suit, ready to go. Finley looking back at Harry, giving him an assuring smile, she had faith in Cedric to back up Harry's claims. "You can do this."
"Yeah, Dumbledore won't let me rot in Azkaban right?" Harry nervously laughed. It wasn't funny, Filey certainly didn't find it amusing as she still clearly remembered what happened to Sirius. She grabbed hold of her brother's cheeks, eyes meeting once again, for a brief moment they flashed red shocking Harry.
"You'll come back here, wand not snapped, but you will be going to school with me and everyone else. Okay?"
Harry nods, still startled at the red flash in his sister's eyes, afraid for that one second, he didn't see his sister.
"I should've went," Finley bit her thumb as she held her ice cream with one hand. Ice cream dripping down her hand as her foot was tapping vigorously on the pavement while she along with Sebastian sat outside Fortescue's Ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. Beside her was her cat Cassian who hadn't stopped purring by her tapping feet, as much as she wanted to go and pet him and kiss him mercilessly, she was a wreck to know that Harry might get expelled for real.
"Your ice cream is melting," Sebastian scolded as he handed her his handkerchief, wiping away the trail on ice cream on her hand. "And you wouldn't want to be in the middle of a stampede once they learn that you're alive," he added.
Finley huffs and bit the ice cream, whatever happened to her when she died, somehow took away her ability to feel pain. Her teeth were now tingling but not the kind to be slightly painful. "Not until I get to school," she mutters as she slowly hands the half eaten ice cream to Sebastian, losing her appetite for it.
"I still don't know how you managed to get Cassian out the loft," she says as she now pets her darling Norwegian cat. "Did you tell Mirelle that I was alive?"
Sebastian shrugged. "She wouldn't notice him being gone, she's always out. She left the muggle rights department and went to Romania," he says eating the ice cream Finley had given him, wincing at the sweetness. "She'll be back next Monday."
"Romania?" Finley raised her brow, there was only one person she thought of when speaking about Romania, it was Ron's second older brother Charlie. "Why would she be there?" She asked, perching her elbows on the table.
"I was taken by surprise too really," Sebastian chuckled, throwing away the overly sweet ice cream and now facing Finley. "She went there for Charlie when she found out what Dumbledore asked him to do."
Finley frowned, just hearing Dumbledore's name made her want to hurl at the moment, Sebastian catching it quite quickly.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't trust him," she says, eyes now staring blankly at the centre of the table, her fingerless gloved fingers showing the redness of her hands as she held the cold ice cream. Thoughts circling around Dumbledore and his motives, what he wanted, and why.
"Any particular reason Miss Blueberry?" Sebastian asks her, instantly feeling a jolt of pain on his ear being tugged quite painfully. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!"
As soon as Finley lets go of Sebastian's ear, she huffs and glares at him, she liked her new hair style. The purplish blue made her eyes pop, it was either that or she would look like Draco, she didn't want to look like grandmother.
"I just don't trust that old man," she mutters, just enough for Sebastian to hear, not sure on who was hearing their conversation at the moment. Both of them knew that no one was safe here anymore, one wrong word out and the whole wizarding world would be in chaos. "He's planning something."
"I would expect so if he is going to protect your brother," Sebastian remarks as he leaned his back on his seat. "After all, he is powerful enough to protect you two."
She wasn't so sure about that.
Not being beside Harry for a lengthy period of time was absolutely terrible for Finley, more so when she knows that she should be beside him during the said trial, but here she was wondering the streets of London alone with her cat, Cassian. One hand with two paper bags filled with things she was going to give to everyone in Grimmauld place, not too fancy, just needed things that she knew they needed. No wands or potion ingredients and such, just muggle stuff to remind them that there's still hope.
"Hi!" She jumped in surprise and turned behind her to see a little girl who was admiring her, she looked around to find the girl's mum maybe, but no one seemed to be looking at them.
"Hello?"
"Your hair pretty," the girl giggled as she started petting Cassian, the cat purring under the girl's touch. "And your cat is lovely."
"Who are you?" Finley managed to ask, the little girl was giving her chills, something so innocent looking was scarring her at the moment. How could she be scared? She died before didn't she?
"I'm Violet," the girl grins, now holding out a violet flower. Taking the flower, admiring it for a moment before looking down at the girl again, she was gone. She knew the girl was creepy as hell, this only meant that she needed to go home.
"What happened at the hearing?" She asks Harry as soon as she stepped in Grimmauld place, Cassian running behind her. Harry had just arrived with Cedric via floo network, to see Harry looking down, upset something must have been bound to be wrong. "You're expelled?"
"He isn't, they cleared him of all charges," Cedric says as he bent down, petting Cassian.
"Then what happened? Aren't you happy that you're not expelled?" She asks Harry, taking his cheeks in her hands.
"I am," Harry replies, giving her a smile but nit really reaching his eyes. "It's just that Dumbledore wouldn't even talk to me, did I do something wrong?"
Finley bit her tongue, the things she knew weren't for Harry to hear right now, and the only thing she could do was embrace him tightly. "Don't worry, I'm sure that he's just busy, yeah?"
"Maybe you're right," Harry sighs.
"Faery, I have something for you," Sirius piped in, holding an envelope with the Beauxbatons seal. Opening it, the contents inside was a testing booklet, a quill and an ink well, reading the parchment that came with it.
Miss Potter,
In order for you to move to fifth year, I have taken upon myself to send you last school year's testing booklet. It had been enchanted to not allow you to cheat, as much as I would like to welcome you back to the living, I'm afraid that we are in on an errand.
As soon as you finish answering your booklet, it will automatically give you the results you need to go back to Hogwarts. We shall speak as soon as I get back, look for my raven.
Headmistress Of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic,
Olympe Maxine.
"This woman," Finley shakes her head, walking away from the room into Sirius' study. Taking the booklet out and the parchment, no use to study now with the booklet already here.
"What are you doing?" Finley heard a feminine voice ask. Looking up she saw Hermione with Ginny, looking at her curiously.
"I'm taking my end of the year exams," she shrugs as she prepared herself, taking a hair tie that was on her wrist. Her short hair was not tied into a low ponytail, huffing at the hair that was not able to be tied in the ponytail. Cracking her knuckles, hopefully this wouldn't be so hard.
"Close the door on your way out, could you?" She asks Ginny and Hermione who haven't left the door way. If she was going to take this test, she rather it be quiet as her grave.
"And ask Cedric to bring in my tea."
"Tea?" Hermione furrowed her brows.
Tea meaning whiskey, she won't tell them that, Mrs Weasley was already upset that she forced Sirius to tell Harry what he needed to know. She doesn't want her drinking to be a part of it either, alcoholic at fifteen, her mum must be rolling in her grave. "He'll know which one," she smiles at her friends, allowing them to close the door. Now looking down at the booklet with the exam, she started to write.
"I hate exams," Finley grumbles as she now held the results from the end of the year exams. The results were flawless, except for one.
"I wouldn't blame you, my parents didn't really say that anatomy was easy when they were in Med School," Hermione reprimands, looking down at the Dreadful in Anatomy. "I could hardly say that a fifteen year old could ace an exam about bodily ailments being removed."
"I can't either," Finley huffs as she placed the paper on the dining table where Remus and Sirius have been speaking to one another.
Leaning on the paper that had just been placed, Remus grinned at his goddaughter's results, every bit of her mind was Lily's alright. Thankfully, none of them were James' smarts.
"Hogwarts letters are here!" Mrs Weasley announced as she came in the kitchen with envelopes in her hands. Now handing the rest to Hermione who would distribute them to everyone else. Finley receiving two, one with the Beauxbatons crest and other from Hogwarts, knowing that they were her transfer forms and her Hogwarts acceptance letter. Hopefully she wouldn't need to be resorted to another house, she would love to stay with her best friends this school year.
"Finally going back to Hogwarts?" Sirius chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him as he smiled at Finley's excited grin. Happy that his best friends' children wouldn't be separated anymore, he wished it for so long for the whole year, someone from the heavens must've heard him.
"I'm going to have to buy my things with Harry tomorrow," Finley shrugs as she checks the books required, furrowing her brows at the sight of a level one Defence Against Dark Arts book. "What the fuck?"
"Language, Finley," Mrs Weasley scolded. But that was left un heard, narrowing her eyes, Finley couldn't think of something that could he worst than Lockhart as a teacher. At least the bloke had the sense to bring a creature in second year in an attempt to teach. DADA level one was a joke, does the new professor think they were toddlers?
"Ron, a prefect?"
Tearing her eyes from the book list, she turns to the door to see Ron, Harry, and Hermione by the kitchen door. Mrs Weasley's smile was left unnoticed, she walked up to Ron and kissed him on both cheeks.
"My ickle Ronniekins, a prefect! Now that's everyone in the family!" She clapped her hands, obviously proud for her youngest son.
"So what are we?"
"The next door neighbours?" Giving the twins a sympathetic smile, slightly relating to where they were coming from. After all, a lot of people tend to forget that she was a Potter too, she didn't always have the best achievements such as defeating Voldemort as a baby and the one to see him rise again. The last one maybe negative, but still, she was the forgotten Potter as much as she hated to admit.
Making sure to have the both of them ignore the doting their mother had been giving their younger brother, she taps the twins' shoulders pulling them out the kitchen.
"You know, we can prank Ronniekins once we get on the train back to Hogwarts," George piped in.
"You're right, you're right. Maybe replace all his snacks into licorice snaps?—"
"You know, I would love to hear you two keep talking about to prank Ron. But I do have presents," Finley tells them as she hands them a paper bag that she had brought in a the day before. "I missed your birthdays, seventeenth birthday in fact," she tells them grinning.
In curiosity, both of them looked in the bags they received and grinned, bloody hell they would be looking sharp in these robes Finley gave them. "Dragon skin now Finney faery?" Fred remarked as he held out one of the jackets.
"Well, as future business men, you must look the part, no?" She grins at them. Earning a hug from both of them together, sometimes the people around her forgets how rich she actually was. She could buy Diagon Alley if she wished so, but here she was giving things away with each chance she gets.
"Just be sure to not test your stuff on my brother."
Saluting jokingly, " Aye ma'am!" They chorused as they checked out the dress robes.
Leaving the two alone, she took the remaining bags and went outside the room, leaving the twins and straight towards Harry who looked proud for his best friend who was now a prefect. Nudging him gently, catching his attention, she handed him the bags and winked.
"What are these for?" Harry asks.
"Presents."