If I had to name their next two children, I think I might go with Arthur Rubeus and Minerva Lavender (because we know, at least in movie canon, Lavender died in the Battle of Hogwarts; book canon Fenrir Greyback was blasted off of her but we aren't sure what happened after that). If it wasn't for Percy's daughter Molly, though, it would definitely be Molly Minerva. So that's my idea. Imagine if they cursed their poor daughter with Minerva Ginevra though...

~~~~

"Well, that's all for today," Mr. Potter said, chuckling as Arthur Longbottom did a victory dance, having finally put his fire out with Aqua Eructo. Mr. Potter had taken our class outside to practice this spell, since it wouldn't be the best idea to arm fourth years with spells that shot out streams of water like a fire hydrant in such an enclosed space as our classroom. I was reveling in the beautiful day, odd for November, and as such Albus and I ended up at the back of the group as everyone gathered around Mr. Potter.

"Think Haverna will let us do Charms outside?" I asked jokingly as Mr. Potter gave a few announcements.

"I wish," Albus said, rolling his eyes. "I think she'd probably let everyone except the four of us outside, if she did."

"Probably." I sighed, wishing this class could go on for the rest of the day. Quickly, my mind turned to something else. "Albus, who're you asking to the Yule Ball?"

He flushed red, then slowly turned to me. "Um..."

"Oh, you can tell me," I said, smiling. "I'm your best friend, aren't I?"

Albus nodded, then shrugged. "Well... There's this girl I want to ask... But... I just haven't been able to do it yet."

I wanted to ask who it was, but Albus obviously didn't want to be pressed. Instead, I said, "Just go for it. Any girl would be lucky to go with you."

Albus raised an eyebrow, then smiled, a little sadly. "Well... I suppose... Next time, I guess."

A bit of an odd answer, but I pushed it aside. The students around us were drifting back to the castle by then. I glanced around, trying to spot Wren (she'd been up asking Mr. Potter a question before he'd announced class was over). I saw Colette, and pulled Albus in her direction.

Wren was with her. Something was wrong, though. Her face was completely white, and Colette seemed to be trying to talk her out of a panic attack. I automatically took a few steps towards her, only to have her flinch away. "Wren? What's wrong?"

"Weren't you listening?" she asked in a small voice.

I glanced at Albus, who could only shrug, his brow knit with concern.

"Boggarts. We're facing boggarts next week."

There was a sharp intake of breath, possibly from Albus. I glanced at Colette, who only sighed. "Oh. I see."

"It's nothing to worry about," Albus said quietly. "You can do this." Wren shook her head.

"Do you... Do you know what it'll be?" I asked. "Maybe we can prepare... Somehow..."

"I..." Wren looked down, and shook her head again. I got the feeling she was lying, but didn't press her.

"Look on the bright side," Colette said. "It's not until next week. You can relax until then."

That didn't seem to comfort her much, and we walked back up to the castle in silence. Unfortunately, our next class was Charms, and Haverna seemed to notice our dejected attitudes and seize on the opportunity to harass us.

"As time goes on, I suppose we'll see one of you let your guard down, won't we?" Haverna asked a few minutes into class, stopping in the aisle next to my desk. "We'll find out which of you is the liar."

Wren, across the aisle, didn't seem to have heard her. She was staring at her open book, still very white. I glared at the professor, hoping she would leave Wren alone. "Neither of us is a liar."

Haverna chuckled. "But that's not true, is it, Predatel?" She turned to Wren. "You've got quite a bit of experience with lying, haven't you?"

Wren didn't answer, though she did glance over at me for a moment. I wanted to do something, perhaps hex Haverna, but as I reached for my wand, Albus pulled it out of reach with a warning shake of his head.

"Don't be sullen," Haverna was saying. "Answer me."

"I... I'm sorry, Professor," Wren said quietly.

"That is not an answer!" Haverna said, clenching her fist. I knew Wren wasn't meaning to at all, but she was in the path to making Haverna livid. I glanced at Albus, who also looked alarmed. We needed to distract her somehow. Unfortunately, it was escalating so quickly that I had a feeling Haverna might simply ignore us.

"If you choose to not answer, I'll have to turn you in to Professor Pouri," Haverna said, her glare looking furious enough that I was surprised everything around us hadn't been reduced to ash.

"I'm not lying," she said finally. "They gave me Veritaserum."

"They must've asked you the wrong questions, then."

"I'm not lying, Professor!"

"Perhaps you are!"

"You can't lie under Veritaserum!" Wren exclaimed, glancing up at Haverna. She was about to cry, and Albus and I both stood up, alarmed.

"Don't tell me what I already know!" Haverna yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration.

Wren had looked down again, and saw Haverna's arms raising out of the corner of her eye. I saw her flinch, and, instinctively, bring her arm up to shield her face, as if she was about to be hit. Albus started forward just then, which I would've done if he hadn't, but before anything could happen, Haverna turned abruptly and stalked back to her desk. She pulled out a piece of parchment, and began writing something.

The room was silent, except for the scratches of Haverna's quill. Half of the students watched her, and half Wren, who had slowly lowered her arm, shaking, and was now watching Haverna with a look of dread. Colette was whispering something to her. Albus and I glanced at each other uncertainly. We were still standing, and I didn't exactly feel right sitting down yet, not when Haverna could still come back and do worse.

After a full two minutes, at least, Haverna folded the parchment, sealed it, and stood up. She glanced around at the room, eyes narrowed, then barked, "Predatel, take this to your Head of House."

Wren slowly stood up, and walked up the aisle to take the parchment from Haverna. Except for her footsteps, it was still silent. Everyone watched her walk back towards the door. At least Mr. Potter would simply let her calm down, and not get mad at her.

After the door has swung closed behind her, Haverna turned to Albus and me. "Potter, Lestrange. Sit." We glanced at each other, a little stunned, I'd say. While I wasn't complaining about Haverna sending Wren to Mr. Potter, it wasn't exactly normal for her to let her prey slip away so easily.

Haverna sighed. "I suppose you'd like a detention each?" she asked. "Sit down, and see me after class."

Slowly, I sank into my seat, and Albus did likewise. Class continued without interruption for the rest of the hour, and Haverna didn't even seem to notice that Albus and I weren't participating at all.

When class was dismissed, the only thing I wanted to do was find Wren as soon as possible. However, Haverna made a special point of telling Albus and me to stay in our seats. I glared at her as students filed past us, and Colette whispered that she'd wait for us. Haverna took no notice of my glaring, which was a little frustrating. In fact, until the last Ravenclaw had closed the door behind her, she was reading a parchment at her desk. And she kept reading, as the noise drifted down the hall and away from us. It may have been a full five minutes before she finally looked up, and motioned for us to come stand before her desk.

We walked to the front, stopping just in front of her. I was still glaring at me, and when she made eye contact with me, her own eyes narrowed. "Lestrange, is something the matter?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes."

"Wonderful." She stood up, moving around us so we had to completely turn around to face her. She looked us both up and down, then shook her head. "I don't appreciate my class being interrupted—"

"Then maybe you shouldn't interrupt it," Albus snapped. He seemed surprised to have spoken, but quickly added, "By harassing our friend, I mean."

Haverna glared at him for several seconds. "Ten points from Gryffindor for disrespect. And that'll be two detentions for you, now, Potter."

"That's not fair! He's only telling the truth!"

Haverna turned to me, anger radiating off her. "Did I ask you, Lestrange? Would you like to know something? Life isn't fair. And sometimes 'speaking up' has terrible consequences."

"And I suppose you'd be the tyrant handing those out?" I said, glaring at her.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Haverna said, turning away. "Do not speak to your professors that way." She paused, as if she were trying to calm down. "You'll serve your detention tomorrow, Lestrange, and the next two nights for you, Potter. Now go."

We didn't waste time hurrying out, though it was because I wanted to see Wren, I told myself, not because I couldn't handle Haverna. The truth was, she made me furious, and I really was glad to get away from her. I don't necessarily like being furious.

Colette hopped up from where she'd been sitting against the wall as soon as we came out. "How'd it go?"

"I've only got two detentions, instead of a week," Albus said, shrugging. "Could've been worse."

"We lost twenty points between the two of us, though," I said, frowning. "That's not good."

"No one'll know you did that unless you tell people," Colette said dismissively. "Let's go find Wren."

One of Mr. Potter's NEWT level classes was arriving when we reached his classroom. The sixth years raised their eyebrows at us, but we ignored them, hurrying up the stairs to his office.

Before I could knock, the door opened. Mr. Potter stepped out, looking a little amused to see us there, and motioned for us to go in. "Just don't be loud," he said. "I do have a class right now."

I rushed past him. Wren was sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk, looking much better, I had to say. An untouched cup of tea sat on the desk in front of her. I ran forward and hugged her. "Wren!"

"You're all right?" Albus asked.

Wren nodded, smiling. "Fine."

"What did Haverna say?" I asked, looking around Mr. Potter's desk for the parchment. It was no where to be seen, however.

"I'm not sure," said Wren. "Mr. Potter read it, then put it in his pocket and asked me to explain what happened."

"Oh. That would've been interesting to read," Colette said, sighing. "Oh well. I'm sure it something along the lines of, 'This devilish heathen has been disturbing my class with her lying, criminal ways for long enough. I demand you do something about it.'"

"Probably," I said, laughing. "I can't even imagine how she must describe us when she complains to the other staff."

"She and Sulcan must've had a field day last year," Albus observed, laughing. "They both hated us."

The rest of the afternoon was spent laughing and talking. I wasn't sure whether I was simply having fun, or trying to keep Wren's mind off the boggarts, but both seemed to be working. In fact, by the time I split off to go find Marcus and continue my dance lessons, Wren seemed to have forgotten about them.

We'd decided that the common room was too crowded to practice, so I met him in an empty classroom down the hall. I don't know where he'd found it, but he had a small, battery-powered record player, and turned on a waltz.

The hour passed quickly. I'd honestly hated it before, but dancing was a tiny bit fun, I had to admit. When it was over, and we had to go down to dinner, I was slightly disappointed.

As I was walked out the door, Marcus called, "Hey, Astra, wait!"

I stopped, glancing back at him questioningly. "What?"

"I was... Well..." He slowly crossed over to me. "I was wondering if, maybe... If you'd like to go to the ball with me?"

I stared at him, a little surprised, and suddenly it seemed like a bunch of puzzle pieces had finally come together in my mind. No wonder he'd been acting so nice. No wonder he's offered to teach me to dance. No wonder he'd stood up for me to Eris. Marcus liked me.

But did I like him? Well, as a person, of course I did. And I thought I probably could like him as more... A smile growing on my face, I said, "I would love to."

He grinned excitedly, then said, "Really? I mean, perfect! Awesome!" He was still grinning as I walked out the door.

I ran back to the common room, looking for my friends. I could hardly believe it, actually. When I finally spotted them near the fireplaces, I practically skipped over to them.

"Guess what?" I said breathlessly, plopping down on a sofa next to Albus, where he was destroying Colette at a game of wizard's chess. Wren had been reading, but she put her book down when I sat down.

"What?" Albus asked, studying the board.

"Marcus asked me to the ball!" I exclaimed.

My friends weren't as excited as I was, which was fine. Wren still smiled, her gaze flickering to Albus for a moment before she said, "Congratulations!"

Albus and Colette both echoed that, though Albus sounded a bit distant, and was still staring at the board. I simply rolled my eyes at him. Of course, he was a boy. He probably didn't care much about who asked who and all that sort of thing, especially not when there was an unfinished game of wizard's chess before him.

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At dinner that night, Amélie and Françoise sat with us, as always. And, as it had been for the past few days, several boys were "mysteriously" loitering near where we sat. A few even got up the nerve to ask one of the twins to the ball, only to be turned down.

"Are you sure you aren't part Veela, too?" I finally asked, after Amélie had turned down at least a fifth boy.

"You are ze one to talk! You are already having a boy! And, anyway, if we were part Veela, James would not still be saying to me 'Non,'" Amélie said, sighing and stirring her spoon listlessly through her ice cream.

"He would! Because he would be saying to me, 'Yes'!" Françoise exclaimed. "Everyone knows zat I am the better-looking one."

"Non! Eet is me!"

"You're identical!" Colette exclaimed, rolling her eyes. She sounded frustrated, but she'd used that tone with me many times. She might've acted like the twins annoyed her, but I knew she really did like having her old friends around.

As the food disappeared from the golden platters, Albus stood up. "Wren? Do you want to go see if we can find on a book on dancing, then?"

Wren glanced at me, then nodded. They walked out of the Great Hall together. I almost offered to go with them, but stopped myself. Maybe Wren was the girl Albus had been talking about earlier. And he was going to ask her to the ball. And perhaps he hadn't wanted to tell me who it was because he was afraid I would resent being a third wheel in our friendship. If they did come back saying they were going together, I would definitely have to tell him I didn't mind.

James slid into the seat Albus had had a few minutes later. He glanced warily at the twins, who were suddenly whispering in French and looked a little faint, then turned to me. "Marcus says he asked you to the ball? And you said yes?" I nodded, smiling. James grinned too. "Congrats, Astra!"

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

James paused, then sighed. "You know I personally believe Marcus is a massive git, right?"

I frowned. "You're wrong there."

"Oh, no, it's nothing personal! Well, I mean, I suppose it is, but Colin is, too. They're both gits, at least when they're together. Just... Well, I don't want you getting hurt, of course. Just be careful."

"What's that supposed to mean? You think Marcus is going to hurt me? We're just going to the ball together. It's not like we're actually together."

"Well, last year he was going out with some Hufflepuff girl. They broke up... I don't know, it may've been her fault, I can't remember. But... Well... You're like my little sister. Just know that if he hurts you at all, I'll duel him for you."

"Who says I'd even need someone to duel for me?" I said, pretending to be put out.

"Okay, sorry," he said, smiling. "I'll help you duel him, then."

"Perfect," I said, chuckling. "I don't think you'll need to, though. He's nothing but nice to me."

"Good."

Françoise and Amélie had been watching all that, and finally Amélie said, "He ees so kind! So very protective and nice."

"You are lucky to 'ave 'im as a friend," Françoise said, then winked at James. "I am also open to 'aving a friend..."

James shifted uncomfortably. "Right... Um... Anyway..."

"Have you asked anyone yet?" I asked him. He glared at me, because the twins had both gasped and were now leaning forward over the table, eager for the news. I smiled innocently, glancing at Colette, who was trying not to laugh. "What? It's an innocent question."

James rolled his eyes. "I think I'll just go alone, actually. Not really interested in anyone at the moment."

"Oh! James, I am sure any girl would go wiz you!" Amélie exclaimed. "For eenstance, me!"

"Or me!"

"Non, me!"

James stood up, eyes wide. "I... I mean, I haven't tried Wren yet... Maybe she'd go with me..." And before the twins could so much as blink, he'd hurried away.

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James, Colette, and I were in the common room later that evening with Elcie, waiting for Albus and Wren to appear. James hadn't felt like searching the whole library for them (he didn't know where books on dance would be!). Colette was (shockingly!) reading a book on (even more shockingly!) spell creation. Elcie had convinced me to play the wizarding equivalent of Battleship, with opposing wizards instead of ships and spells instead of cannons. James was helping Elcie by trying to make sure that I always second-guessed myself if I chose a spot one of her wizards was occupying, and at the same time trying to convince her to go out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team next year because Scorpius had been telling him that she would make a good Chaser. After he'd seen her as a Seeker, he thought he might agree.

When Wren and Albus returned, both were carrying several books and neither seemed in exactly their normal spirits. James hopped to his feet and took Wren's stack, placing it on the table next to the sofa.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "I think we got a little carried away."

"You did," Albus said, smiling as well, though it wasn't as big as normal.

"All well and good," James said, then turned to Wren. "Say, I was wondering... You haven't been asked to the ball yet, have you? Because we could go together. As friends. Of course. Obviously as friends. Because we're friends."

Wren's smile had slowly disappeared, replaced by surprise, and then sympathy. "Oh, I'm sorry. Albus just asked me a few minutes ago..."

"Look who's popular," I said, grinning. So I was right. Wren shook her head, smiling.

James, on the other hand, looked troubled. "Albus has a date? And it's you? Before me? That's not possible."

"Hey, it's okay to go by yourself," I said, frowning. "Or take Colette."

"You can try," Colette said, not looking up from her book.

"No, I can't go by myself," James said, frowning at Albus. "It's a matter of principle. I'm much better than Albus. He can't have a date while I'm alone."

"It's not even a real date," Wren said, crossing her arms. "We're going as friends."

"Perhaps I'm just better than you," Albus said, tilting his chin up.

"Not possible," James said immediately. "Who can I ask, though?"

"Oooh, how about Eris Prince?" I suggested.

James pretended to gag. "I think I'll go ask Fred, then, who he thinks."

"Take Lily," Wren suggested. "It'll make everyone think you're an amazing brother—"

"You think I'm not?" James asked, appalled.

"Not really," Albus muttered.

"Anyway," Wren said, "people will think you chose not to bring a date so you could make sure Lily had fun. Second years aren't allowed to come, you know."

James sighed. "I'll think about that. Thanks. I'll go find Fred now..." And he was gone.

Elcie sighed. "Are we going to keep playing? It's your turn." I'd almost forgotten I was in the middle of a game, but quickly guessed a point at random and was rewarded with a triumphant "No!" from my cousin. Wren and Albus sat down next to us.

I glanced at Albus as Elcie deliberated her next move. "What happened to the girl you wanted to ask?" I had a feeling a knew what, but I might as well pretend I didn't, at least until he felt comfortable telling me himself.

"The girl I wanted to ask... Well... I couldn't get up enough nerve. She's going with someone else, now, anyway." Albus didn't meet my gaze.

I nodded, but I didn't believe him. He'd wanted to go with Wren, I was sure of it, but didn't know how to break it to me that I was doomed to be on the outside.

Wren was watching me with a strange look on her face. When I glanced in her direction, she shook her head and reached for one of the dance books they'd found. Elcie made her move, and I made my next one, and the common room seemed quieter than normal, though I couldn't pinpoint why.

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Before I knew it, the next week had started, and with it, the looming threat of boggarts. Our first Defense Against the Darks Arts for the week was Tuesday, so most of Monday was spent in an a depressed mood. Everyone dreaded boggarts, especially since we all knew what it was like now. I was probably the least scared, though I hadn't decided whether use a Patronus Charm on the thing or try Riddikulus. How were you supposed to make a dementor funny?

As things we're dreading have a habit of doing, Tuesday arrived, as did Defense Against the Dark Arts. When class started, everyone was standing in a huddle in the center of the room, watching a wardrobe at the far wall, which was shaking ominously.

"Nothing to be afraid of," Mr. Potter said cheerily. "Well... Nothing that can harm you, at any rate. Remember, I've got chocolate and hot tea if anyone faints." He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. The days were long past when a fainted at one dementor. At least, I hoped so.

"You should all know what a boggart is," Mr. Potter said, "and you know the drill. Focus on a way to make your fear comical, and Riddikulus. Laughter is what really ends it for a boggart. Now, line up, all of you."

Everyone jostled for a place near the back. Having arrived a little late (Elmer had been trying to convince me that he would make a much better date than Marcus Dillam), we were near the back anyway, and thus ended up near the end.

A Ravenclaw, Marie Waylin, had ended up at the front. As Mr. Potter magicked the door to the wardrobe open, I saw her wand shaking, and heard her friends' words of encouragement. Then, a basilisk slithered out of the wardrobe. Marie was petrified, I remembered.

Marie raised her wand, and said in a squeaky voice, "Riddikulus!"

The snake turned into a large garden hose, spraying water all over the place. There was a shout of protest as the people near the front got sprayed, then laughter. Marie had done it. And so it began.

Most of the fears were normal. Spiders, darkness, zombies, and Voldemort. A couple were villains from muggle movies, like Luke's Scarecrow from Batman, or clowns. A few people had the dead bodies of their friends or family, like Rose (who had Scorpius), Scorpius (who had Rose and his sisters), and Ciara (who had Scorpius and Elcie and I swear, almost started crying and hugged Scorpius for the longest time after). Poppy Stevens had a dragon. There was quite a variety.

Colette stepped forward confidently when it was her turn. The boggart took only a second to turn from a giant roll of toilet paper (which had originally been a mummy) into a giant, bottomless pit in the floor. Colette stared into it for a few seconds, and I couldn't tell if she was scared or merely bored. It was hard to say with her (though scared was a good guess). At any rate, she said, "Riddikulus," and it turned into an almost-transparent ball.

Albus was next. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, then stepped forward. I watched the boggart change form until it seemed like I was looking into a mirror. And then my reflection started coughing up blood and died. I involuntarily took a step back, and felt Wren's hand on my arm.

Albus was waving his wand. My double's body shifted into a funnily dressed mannequin, and Albus staggered backward, looking relieved.

"Astra, your turn." I glanced at Albus, who hadn't taken a seat yet like everyone else who had finished, but was standing by, to make sure Wren and I were all right, I assumed. I smiled a bit and turned back to the boggart.

A familiar, if slightly less poignant, rush of cold swept over me, and I quickly raised my wand. The boggart-dementor was coming toward me, and I felt its power influencing my mind, but I pushed that aside, instead focusing on my friends and yelling, "Expecto Patronum!"

A bright white collie burst out of my wand, nipping at the boggart-dementor until it had retreated back into the wardrobe. Then, it made a lap around the room, because everyone was staring at it in awe, before finally dissipating. Smiling triumphantly, I crossed over to stand next to Albus.

Mr. Potter had to open the wardrobe door again before Wren could take her turn. She was shaking pretty badly, and I wanted to go help her, but I knew she probably wouldn't appreciate being treated like a child in front of everyone in our year. Instead, I inched closer to Albus, praying Wren would be able to handle whatever came out of that wardrobe.

I have to say, I expected another dementor. She'd been in their presence for hours at a time, and I couldn't see how anyone would be scared of anything else more than that. However, what stepped out, while very like a dementor, and someone I definitely recognized, it wasn't what I'd been expecting.

Her uncle, Henry Stillens.

I gasped. Of course, no one else recognized who it was, not even Mr. Potter. Albus glanced at me, and quickly seemed to guess, though. And Wren... She stood, staring, as the boggart approached her, smiling a cruel smile and slapping a wand against his palm ominously. She didn't seem to be able to move, even to lift her wand. She was trembling, and I realized she couldn't do it. If this man was more terrifying than dementors, he was truly terrifying indeed.

"Dad, stop it!" Albus yelled suddenly. "Can't you see? She's terrified!"

Mr. Potter quickly stepped forward. The boggart turned to him, and turned into a dementor once more. I thought Wren was going to collapse, and dashed forward to help support her as Mr. Potter forced the boggart back into the wardrobe. Then, he turned to Wren and hurried her up to his office, commanding everyone to stay put (not that Albus and I listened; we were right behind him).

He let Wren down gently in a chair. She was shaking so badly that I was afraid to go near her. Afraid she'd gone back to how she'd been at the trial.

Before Mr. Potter went back downstairs, he glanced at me. "That was Stillens?" I nodded. He frowned, then said, "Al, give her some chocolate, and don't either of you come down until she's ready." With that, he closed the door and left us alone.

Albus was going through his dad's drawers, and finally located a large supply of chocolate in one of them. "Here, Wren, eat this. Dad says it helps with fear..."

Wren took it without acknowledging him, gazing off into space. She seemed to be calming down a bit, though.

I dropped to my knees next to her chair. "Wren? Can you hear me?"

Slowly, she turned her head to look at me. She didn't speak, but her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She knew that hadn't been real, but it had been too real to be anything less than terrifying.

"Listen, you're safe," I said slowly. "Stillens can't hurt you here."

Wren looked down. "I-I know..."

"It's all right," Albus said. "Eat the chocolate, it'll help."

Almost mechanically, she took a bite. I glanced at Albus, who was frowning worriedly. I'd never realized it was this bad, and it seemed he hadn't either.

"What did he do to you, Wren?" I asked, sighing. I didn't expect an answer, and all I got was a shake of her head.

"You're safe now," Albus said soothingly. "No one here would hurt you."

Wren nodded, her breathing slower now. "I know. It's just... Seeing him... Here... Even if it wasn't real, I couldn't handle it." She closed her eyes. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, don't. It's definitely not your fault," I said, frowning. "None of this is."

A corner of her mouth turned up for a few seconds, and she took another bite of chocolate. "Thank you. Both of you. I don't know what I'd do without you two."

I smiled, and leaned forward to hug her. I felt Albus hugging both of us, as well. I didn't know what to say, but that was all right. What mattered was that my best friend knew she was safe, and we were all together. Whatever happened, at least that would always remain the same.

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Question of the Day: If you could bring back one character who died in the original series, but you had to sacrifice one person from the Golden or Silver Trio (Ron, Hermione, Harry, Neville, Ginny, or Luna), would you do it? Who would you bring back and who would you kill?

Vote and comment! Have a good day, if you can after that whirlwind of a chapter!

~Ellie