CHAPTER FIVE:

THEODORE

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WEDNESDAY CAME SOONER THAN EXPECTED, AND GINNY WOKE DAISY UP BEFORE MRS. WEASLEY HAD A CHANCE.

Like her cousin and the Weasley's, Daisy scarfed down four bacon sandwiches and grabbed her thin windbreaker over her favorite denim dungarees. She'd worn them so often the past year that holes were beginning to thin out the pockets and strings were falling from the seams.

Underneath, a green short-sleeved t-shirt with an owl — not that anyone could see the animal under the dungarees — and her longer socks and trusty shoes.

Mrs. Weasley herded them all to the fireplace and looked inside of a flowerpot off the mantelpiece.

"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today. Ah, well...guests first! After you, Harry, Daisy, dears."

Harry and Daisy exchanged a look.

"Em," Harry started and Daisy looked to George for help.

"What do we do?" They asked together.

Daisy frowned at her cousin. "Don't take my lines."

Harry simply rolled his eyes.

"He's never travelled by Floo Powder," Ron remembered, "neither of them have. Sorry, I forgot."

"Never?" Asked Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get your things from Diagon Alley last year?"

"I went underground," Harry explained.

"And you, Daisy? Did you travel under the ground as well?"

Daisy shook her head. "Professor McGonagall apparated me."

George's eyes widened. "She took you shopping?"

"Bet she thought you were going to be Gryffindor," Fred spoke up.

"Should've sent Snape," George finished and they sniggered at the idea.

"That would be dreadful," Daisy's nose crinkled. "I'd rather be chased by a troll again."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes went wide. "I heard about the troll last year, the school went out letters. Were you hurt?" She asked worriedly.

Daisy shrugged, a slight pink tinting her cheeks at the thought of hiding with Malfoy. Stupid prat. "No," she shook her head. "I was fine. Made it back to our common room safe and sound."

"Our?" Fred and George asked together. "Who's the other person?"

Daisy's eyes widened. "Theo," she spluttered quickly. "We got stuck. Definitely Theo. Nothing weird about that at all." She glanced at the fireplace, laughing nervously. "Wow, we should probably get going. Wouldn't want to be late to Hermione!"

"Floo powder's very quick," Mrs. Weasley explained to Harry and Daisy. "But goodness me, if you've never used it before—"

"—they'll be fine, Mum," Fred said confidently. Daisy's stomach did a somersault. She hoped they would be. "Harry, watch us. Daisy, you too."

He took a pinch of the shimmering dust from the flowerpot and stepped close the fireplace. Daisy's eyes widened as he threw the powder into the flames — which turned a Slytherin green — and stepped inside.

"Diagon Alley!" He shouted, before vanishing.

Daisy jumped, looking over at Harry who watched with wide eyes.

"You must speak clearly," Mrs. Weasley told Harry and Daisy. And be sure to get out at the right gate..."

"The right what?" Harry asked nervously as George shouted, vanishing after his twin.

"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly —"

"Harry's got trouble with that," Daisy muttered. "Can't even speak without mumbling."

Harry scowled at his cousin who smirked in response.

"They'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss," Mr. Weasley assured. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder as well.

"But dear, if they got lost, how would we explain that to his aunt and uncle? Daisy's parents?"

Daisy's heart dropped at the thought of them and her smile fell.

"They wouldn't mind," Harry reassured her. "Dudley would think it's a brilliant joke if I got stuck up a chimney—"

As far as they're concerned, they don't even have a daughter.

"Well...all right...you go after Arthur, then Daisy, dear, you after Ron. Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going."

"And keep your elbows tucked in," Ron reminded them.

"And your eyes shut," said Mrs. Weasley. "The soot—"

"—don't fidget," Ron added, "or you might fall out of the wrong fireplace."

"But don't panic and get out too early, wait until you see Fred and George."

Harry looked nervous, exchanging a wary look with Daisy, but took the Floo powder from the flowerpot.

"D-Dia-gon Alley!"

Daisy's head tilted a fraction as Harry vanished. "He didn't do it properly, did he?"

Mrs. Weasley looked worried, patting Daisy's shoulder. "We'll have to wait and see, dear," she said comfortingly, nodding to Ron, who spoke clearly and vanished through the fireplace. "Alright, Daisy, dear, go on, and keep an eye out for your cousin."

Daisy nodded, grabbing a handful of the powder. Immediately, she didn't like the texture in her hand. It tickled her skin and itched her palm, but she ignored it, throwing the powder into the flames.

After they turned green, she jumped in and took a short breath.

"Diagon Alley!"

She felt like she'd been sucked up by a vacuum. Her brain shrank into her skull and she could practically feel it vibrating against itself. She was spinning fast — too fast, like a bullet from a gun and with a final shiver and a loud whirring sound, it stopped.

Blinking, Daisy spotted Ron's gangly arms and waited a few seconds before slowly exiting the fireplace.

"You did it!" Fred shouted with a grin.

"We knew you could," George added with a wink in her direction. "Where's your cousin?"

Daisy shrugged. "He said it wrong."

Ron groaned, shaking his head. "I thought he could do it!"

"I wouldn't put too much faith in Harry," Daisy teased, walking up to Ron as Mrs. Weasley came through the fireplace, followed quickly by Ginny. "He's better at saving the world, but small things? Bless him."

They'd exited the floo at the end of Diagon Alley — just as bright and exciting and magical as Daisy remembered it — and she looked around.

"Where did he end up?" Daisy asked aloud as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gathered the children up.

"Come along, dears, we have to see if he's at the next gate!"

Daisy grumbled as they all began running, rushing behind Ron and Fred, Percy up with Mr. Weasley and George next to his mother.

Daisy glanced around as she ran, but got distracted by a curly haired boy in the Owl Post. Her heart sped up, feeling as though it were Theo, but the boy turned around and his face was closer to Pansy's pug-face than Theo's dimpled cheeks.

"Bugger," Daisy muttered, looking up and dashing down the street, trailing after the Weasley's, who finally came across Harry — Hagrid? What was he doing there? — and Hermione outside Gringott's bank.

"Daisy!" Hermione smiled, waving over at her. Daisy grinned back, but did a double take at Harry's appearance.

"Where'd you end up? Why're you covered in dirt?"

Harry shrugged. "Knockturn Alley. I saw—"

"Excellent!" Fred and George cut him off with a grin.

"We've never been allowed in," Ron said enviously.

"I should ruddy well think not," Hagrid ground out.

"Oh, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley rushed to Harry's side — when had she gotten so far? They'd only ran down the street — and brushed off soot from Harry's shoulders. "Oh, my dear — you could've been anywhere!"

Mr. Weasley took Harry's glasses, which were broken, of course, and tapped them with his wand, handing them back. Daisy smiled up at Hagrid when he waved to the group.

"Well, gotta be off," he said with a final wave. "See yer at Hogwarts!"

As they approached the steps, Harry grabbed Daisy's elbow.

"Guess who I saw in Burgin and Burkes?" Harry started. "Malfoy and his father. And your friend, Daisy."

Daisy perked up at the mention — Blaise or Theo? — before a frown crossed her face. Why would either of them be with the Malfoy's? They hated them.

"Did Lucius Malfoy say anything?" Mr. Weasley asked sharply from behind the four.

"No, he was selling—"

"So he's worried," Mr. Weasley muttered. "Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something..."

"You be careful, Arthur," Mrs. Weasley addressed her husband. "The family's trouble. Don't go biting off more than you can chew—"

"So you don't think I'm a match for Lucius Malfoy?" Asked Mr. Weasley, but brightened when Hermione's parents came into view.

A pang hit Daisy again as she remembered her own parents. They'd never show their faces here, but she wished they would. That they would accept her and purchase her books and explore this world with her, not against her.

"But you're Muggles!" Arthur grinned. "We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!"

Daisy cringed a fraction at his excitement, but exchanged a fond look with Hermione. He was doing his best, no matter how uncomfortable it made them.

"Meet you back here," Ron said to Hermione as the Weasley's and Harry headed to the underground vaults.

Daisy stood alone for a moment, frowning, and trying to remember what Professor McGonagall had done the previous year.

Hogwarts funding, she recalled. She wondered why the Weasley's didn't use the same funding — but perhaps it was for orphans. Harry had an inheritance, but Daisy didn't have a dime to her name and parents that despised her.

"You okay, Daisy?" Hermione asked.

Daisy looked up with a tight smile, pushing away the thought of her family. She glanced at a goblin to the right, seemingly staring at her, and nerves trembled down her spine.

"Yeah, I'm gonna wait outside. See you?"

Hermione nodded. "What should I tell the Weasley's?"

"I'm just walking around," Daisy smiled. "I don't need to exchange any money so—"

"—How're you meant to pay for anything?"

Daisy shrugged sheepishly. "I've got Hogwarts funding. It's for—"

"—families without magic and the means to afford schooling. I remember reading that in Hogwarts: A History. Why isn't your family here?"

Daisy looked away from Hermione, watching her friend's parents speak with the goblin. A small sigh escaped her. She wished her parents were here. She wished they loved her enough to follow her into a new world — even if she were different.

But the sadness was soon replaced with an unbridled jealousy. Why was Hermione so lucky? A studious Gryffindor with friends and Muggle parents — that loved her. Why did she get to experience the Wizarding World with her family at her side? Why couldn't Daisy?

What was so wrong with Daisy that her own parents didn't love her? Why did her entire house hate her? At least with Hermione, she was top of the class. She might've been a Muggleborn like Daisy, but people liked her. She was Harry's best friend.

Not Harry's weird mudblood cousin that was sorted into the wrong house.

"They're just not," Daisy snapped, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic in the large bank. "I'll be outside," she added, rushing outside, hands tucked into her windbreaker pockets.

Once on the steps, she sat down on the edge, near a darkened step, and shied away from passerby's.

"Oh."

Daisy looked up, prepared to argue with the person standing in front of her, but her eyes widened.

There stood Draco Malfoy and his no-good father, watching her with matching looks of mild disgust.

"Another Weasley, perhaps?" Lucius asked cooly. "The tattered clothing certainly fits."

Daisy scowled, sitting up straighter. "I'm Daisy Dursley," she said clearly, her eyes shifting to Draco.

He sneered. "Filthy mudblood," he spat out, but stopped when his father looked down at him.

"Now, now, Draco, we mustn't concern ourselves with lower-level creatures."

"I'm sure you're an expert in such matters, Mr. Malfoy," She sneered back, "considering your son is the closest match to a Flobberworm in the Wizarding World."

Draco went to move towards her but Lucius stopped him with his cane, shooting it towards his stomach lightly.

"Do not worry, Draco, she will soon see what happens to...the waste."

Daisy rolled her eyes, glancing behind them as a curly-haired boy rushed into view.

"Mr. M, you wouldn't believe the—Daisy!"

Daisy jumped up from the steps and shoved past the Malfoy's, ignoring their disgusted looks, jumping into Theo's wide arms, pulling him into a tight hug.

He'd grown a few inches, far too tall for his age, but still not as tall as the Weasley twins. He looked down at her with a big smile, holding her cheeks in his hands.

"Daisy, Merlin, I've missed you. You okay? You didn't write me back and I thought maybe—"

"—It's such a long story, but basciallly there was a house elf that appeared at the worst moment possible, my dad was so furious I thought he'd throw me out the window—"

"—I hate when you talk like that—"

"—It's only the truth, you know, but anyways, it was warning Harry—"

"—Potter? He's up to something again? Daisy, you can't just—"

"—It's not my fault we share a room now, anyways—"

"—Share a room?" Theo's eyes widened. "Why do you and Potter share a room now?"

Daisy shrugged. "My parents decided to use mine for storage. Said I'm not their daughter anymore," she punched Theo gently on the shoulder. "So guess who's practically disowned."

Theo's face tightened and he glanced behind her, to the Malfoy's, who she'd forgotten were standing there.

"Yeah, I know what that's like," he said gently, brushing back a piece of her hair. "I'll see you later, okay? I've got to get my funds, but I promise we'll catch up. Blaise missed you too."

Daisy smiled in understanding, but it dropped a fraction when he reconnected with the Malfoy's, who gave her such a dirty look you'd think she were gum on their shoe.

As they walked through the front doors of Gringotts, Daisy sighed, walking back towards her spot on the steps.

Alone again.

—

The Weasley's split up after Gringotts; Mr. Weasley taking the Grangers out for drinks at the Leaky Cauldron, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny walking in another direction. Fred and George shared mischievous grins before grabbing each of Daisy's arms and holding her between them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked a ways down the street, but Daisy simply smiled at them before trotting off with the twins. She didn't see where Percy ended up — but she didn't exactly want to follow him, anyway.

"—and not one step in Knockturn Alley!" Mrs. Weasley called after Daisy, Fred and George.

"That's what she thinks," Fred leaned down to Daisy's ear.

"She'll never know if we don't tell her," George finished cheekily.

"Why've you brought me into your shenanigans?" Daisy asked with a fond shake of her head.

"Well," George pulled her a bit into him, their arms intersected. "We happen to like your company, Daisy."

Daisy blinked and Fred pulled her closer to his side. "I like you more," he stage-whispered.

Daisy let out a light laugh at their antics as they made the way down the cobblestone-lined street.

Shops and children decorated storefronts as Fred and George led her to a crowded store — one she didn't have a chance to enter last year; Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop.

"Do you two only enjoy pranks?" She asked teasingly.

"Daisy dearest, you've not enjoyed your time in Slytherin. It's not simply pranking," Fred began as they entered the colorful shop.

"It's making people laugh when they don't think they can," George finished, squeezing her arm in his.

George let go a moment later, heading to a shelf with an array of items: dungboms, stink pellets, Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet Start, No-Heat Fireworks.

He spotted Lee Jordan, whom Daisy knew to be their best friend, and pointed at something with a sneaky grin.

Fred waved his hello, but still kept tight of Daisy's arm. Daisy looked up at him with a small frown, noticing an item just behind Lee's thick locks.

"What are non-explodable luminous balloons?" Daisy asked with a raised brow.

"Ah," Fred patted her arm gently with his hand. "You've much to learn, love. Come on — oh, Fred, look they've restocked!"

—

Flourish and Blotts was crowded by the time the trio met up with the rest of the family.

Daisy smiled a her cousin, who looked more content than he had all summer, and moved to enter the store with Fred. (Who hadn't let go of her arm the entire hour of joke shopping, ice cream eating, and walking to Flourish and Blotts. Daisy quite liked his company, as it turned out.)

"It's crowded today," Daisy pointed out to a large crowd of people surrounding the shop.

Fred scoffed, nodding to the sign on the window.

GILDEROY LOCKHART
Will be signing copies of his autobiography:
Magical Me
Today 12:30PM to 4:30PM

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed, grabbing Daisy's attention. She leaned into Fred when Hermione's hair flapped in her direction. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

Daisy noticed few men, almost all women Mrs. Weasley's age, crowding around the entrance with excited smiles and flushed cheeks.

A man, obviously the shopkeeper, looked between the women with an exasperated expression. "Ladies, please, don't push there...mind the books now...calmly, please..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed their way in, but Fred and Daisy stood outside, exchanging a look that read: 'what choice do we have?' before Daisy grabbed George's wrist and lugged him along as they moved through the crowd.

They followed Hermione's bushy head of hair to the remaining Weasleys' — and Grangers' — and Fred snorted at Mrs. Weasley's flushed expression.

"Good you're not like that," he leaned into Daisy's ear. "I think the women have gone mad."

"I don't even know who Lockhart is," Daisy responded honestly.

A gasp was heard from behind her and a dark-haired woman shook her head with a scowl.

"He's only the greatest wizard of the century," she explained heatedly. "You'd do well to educate yourself, child."

Daisy blinked in surprise when the lady turned away with a huff, looking to Fred with wide eyes. Fred grinned down at her and the pair burst into laughter at the strange behavior.

"If I'd known it was that serious," she joked, shaking her head. Fred laughed next to her.

"You'd do well to listen to your elders," he joked, a mock-serious expression on his face. "Obviously, you're miseducated."

Daisy smirked up at him, which then turned into a startled expression as squeals and screams — and someone fainting, probably the dark-haired lady from before — erupted through the store.

A golden-haired man came into view, seated at a table surrounded by posters of his own face. He was handsome, in a conventionally attractive way, with dimples and incredibly straight, white teeth. His hair curled at the ends and was perfectly manicured.

Daisy's nose crinkled at his light-blue robes, the same color of his bright eyes. He had a classic wizard hat sitting on his perfect hair.

"What do you think?" Fred asked her quietly. "Was the lady correct?"

Daisy shrugged. "I mean, I guess. He's handsome, sure, but I wouldn't obsess over him. It's not like he's Harrison."

"Harrison?" Fred asked as they moved up the line, following Mrs. Weasley and Harry, George on Daisy's right, giving her a matching clueless expression.

Daisy looked up at them. "Harrison Ford? From Star Wars? And Indiana Jones?" At their blank expressions, she sighed. "We are absolutely watching movies later."

"Movies?" They asked together.

"Oh, I'm so getting you a Telly for Christmas."

Before either of them could ask what a 'telly' was, Harry's name was shouted from Lockhart's lips.

"It can't be Harry Potter?"

The crowd parted excitedly and Daisy offered her cousin a sympathetic smile. He hated attention, that much she knew. Over the course of the last year, Harry had gone from a neglected young boy to the "savior of the Wizarding World" and he was only twelve. He didn't want the spotlight.

Her smile became a small scowl when Lockhart practically forced Harry into a photo, despite the latter looking uncomfortable.

She decided she didn't much care for Gilderoy Lockhart, not his arrogant haughty look or the way he used her cousin to amplify his own fame.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lockhart beamed out to the crowd. Daisy's grip tightened around Fred's arm. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography — which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge—" the crowd applauded and Daisy rolled her eyes, Fred and George sniggering next to her. "He had no idea that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"Brilliant," Fred muttered sarcastically.

"He'll be a great addition, I'm sure," George added.

"Completely understandable," Daisy nodded sourly.

The crowd cheered and Harry was given a set of his textbooks, which Daisy felt a bolt of jealousy for, but immediately stuffed it down. There was nothing for her to be jealous of Harry for — he didn't ask for his fame.

"Bet you loved that, huh, Potter?"

Daisy groaned audibly, turning with Harry and Ginny — and Fred and George, who remained on either side of her — to Draco Malfoy's arrogant sneer.

"Can't even go into a bookstore without making the front page," Malfoy continued.

She made eye contact with Theo, who winked at her, a smile tugging at her lips, but it immediately fell as Lucius Malfoy's gaze settled on her.

"Leave him alone, he didn't want that!" Ginny moved in front of Harry, and Daisy's heart soared.

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" Malfoy drawled.

"More than you can say," Daisy remarked. "At least Harry doesn't need his father to buy him friends."

"Shut up, you stupid mudblood," Draco scowled at her, as Ron and Hermione pushed their way through the crowd, which had surrounded them again.

Daisy rolled her eyes at the insult. "Oh, I missed your originality so much, Malfoy. I wonder what your next insult will be — do I dare dream it'll be something witty or clever?"

"Oh, it's you," Ron seethed before Malfoy could retort. Fred's arm dropped from Daisy, his hand finding hers instead. She looked up at him in confusion, but he was glaring at Malfoy. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Malfoy. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Ron dropped his books into Ginny's cauldron and went to move towards Malfoy, his face as red as his hair, but Hermione and Ron stopped him, grabbing him from behind.

"Ron!" Mr. Weasley chastised, coming up from behind them. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

"Well, well, well," Lucius Malfoy spoke up, coming forward from where he'd been watching Daisy and resting a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Arthur Weasley," he sneered, his expression mirroring his son. Theo stood behind them sheepishly, looking as though he wanted to be anywhere but there.

Daisy frowned, moving towards him, but Fred stopped her, keeping his hand tightly around her own.

"Lucius," Mr. Weasley nodded coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids... I hope they're paying you overtime."

He reached into Ginny's cauldron, spotting a beaten up copy of Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"Obviously not," he amended. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to name of wizard if they don't even pay you well?"

Mr. Weasley flushed a deep burgundy and Daisy furrowed her eyebrows.

"I'll bet they'll fight," Daisy said to Fred quietly.

He raised his eyebrows. "Three galleons they won't."

"You're on," she replied easily.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of a wizard, Malfoy," Mr. Weasley responded tightly.

"Clearly," said Lucius, his eyes moving to Hermione's parents, then Hermione, before settling on Daisy again. "The company you keep, Weasley...and I thought your family could sink no lower."

Ginny's cauldron went flying as Mr. Weasley leapt towards Lucius, knocking him backwards into a bookshelf, books falling down in heaps and large thuds.

Theo jumped back, rushing to Daisy — and the twins — as Draco watched the scene with wide eyes.

"Get him, Dad!" Fred shouted.

"Yeah, knock him out!" George added.

Daisy dropped Fred's hand and pulled Theo into a tight hug, ignoring the screaming and pleading of other guests.

"You okay, Theo?" She asked quietly.

He nodded, slinging an arm around her shoulder and nodding to the fighting adults.

"I was until a minute ago. Who d'ya think'll win?"

Before either of them could decide, Hagrid's voice rang through the store, louder than everyone else's.

"Break it up, there gents — break it up..."

He pulled Mr. Weasley and Lucius apart — the former sporting a cut lip and the latter a bruising eye. He was holding a book in his hand, and thrust it in Theo's direction.

"Your gift, Theodore," he said tightly. "Say goodbye quickly, and meet us at Madam Malkin's." With a nod to her best friend, Lucius grabbed Draco by the shoulder and left the store.

Fred and George turned to Theo expectantly, who looked to Daisy with a sheepish grin.

"Oh, yeah," he held up the book Lucius handed him. "It's a family heirloom, I guess? I don't know, I thought you might like it. You can sketch in it of course, but I know you were thinking of journaling too, so if you wanted — this is an option."

Daisy smiled at the gift, grabbing it from his hand and pulling Theo into  another hug.

"Thank you," she said quietly in his ear. His cheeks tinged pink and he pulled away winking at her.

"You know," he shrugged, tapping her nose. "I've got to spoil my favorite flower. I'll see you on the train, okay?"

"Wait," She grabbed his wrist as he moved to leave. Around her, the shopkeeper was speaking with Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid was chastising Mr. Weasley on fighting. "Why're you with the Malfoys' anyway? I thought you hated them."

Theo shrank a little, glancing at the Weasley twins, who eyed him in suspicion, and then back at Daisy.

"I grew up with Draco, he's a prat but I don't hate him. I'll explain later, I promise, alright?"

Daisy hesitated, but nodded regardless.
"Okay," she relented, dropping his hand.

He offered a two-fingered mock-solute before moving towards the exit. "See you on the train, Daisy!"

"See you," she said quietly as the door shut behind him, confusion clouding her.

Why was he with the Malfoys? He still wanted to be her friend, or so it seemed, but what if Draco and his father poisoned him against her?

She shook her head, clearing that train of thought away and looking down at the book in her hands.

A thick, black leather book, with blank yellow parchment. At the bottom, sleek silver penmanship spelled out a name:

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

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hehe plot twist! Okay, next chapter is the train and hogwarts (finally!) so hopefully you guys are excited for that. Thank you for your patience with the story, it's much appreciated.
Chamber will be MUCH shorter than the first book, you'll see why, and then we're onto third year — which I have HUGE plans for. Thanks for reading!