a/n~uhhh not me updating late 🤚 anyway, I know it gets kind of boring at this point in POA fanfics cause it's sort of repetitive, but I promise the next chapters make reading through this worth it:) enjoy xx

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࿐ ˚ . ✦𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢~(𝚗.) 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.✦ . ˚ ࿐

          𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟 to dip dangerously low into the paint that is the colors of the setting horizon. (y/n)'s inner eye was twirling in it's own chaotic choreography, as it didn't understand the loop it's beholder was thrown into. As the shoes of the Gryffindor's patted against the dirt riddled stone, worries and confusion seeping through their every step, the only one who seemed to be aware of the circumstances was Hermione. 

The group came to a halt, the familiar silohoettes of four teenagers wandered down the path to Hagrid's. Hermione forcefully shoved the two best friends back into hiding against the cold wall under the archway. 

"We can't be seen!" Hermione scolded, Harry and (y/n) still not sure what was going on.

"Hermione," (y/n) started slowly, "are you telling me that we're here...but also over there?"

Hermione nodded. She turned and was watching as past them wandered down the grassy hills, but Harry had many unanswered questions.

"Where did you get that hourglass thing?" Harry asked, curiously looking at the gold chain. 

"It's called a Time-Turner," Hermione answered. "I got it from Professor McGonagall on our first day back. I've been using it all year to get to all my lessons. Professor McGonagall made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone. She had to write all sorts of letters to the Ministry of Magic. Had to tell them that I was a model student, and that I'd never, ever use it for anything except my studies...I've been turning it back so I could do hours over again. But I don't understand what Dumbledore wants us to do."

It all clicked in her friends minds, and they wondered how they could be so thick headed that they hadn't pieced it together before. That's how Hermione's been taking classes that were in the same time slot, that's why she's had an ungodly amount of homework. That's how she's been showing up to class even though a second earlier she was nowhere to be seen. 

"Well, Dumbledore said that we could potentially save two lives..." (y/n) thought aloud. "And if he said three turns and it brought us back to right before Buckbeak's execution, then we must be meant to save him. But why?"

The group sat in a contemplating silence, the gears turning in their brains. They felt as though they didn't know reality anymore, so many secrets revealed about just how far the wizarding world goes outside of the classroom's of Hogwarts. Harry's head shot up as the wires connected.

"Dumbledore told us where Sirius is," he said.

The two girls looked at him puzzled. "...Yeah? So?" (y/n) muttered.

"So," Harry continued, "once we save Buckbeak, he probably wanted us to ride him up to Sirius and then all of us can escape." 

They all agreed, and once their plan was established, shadows of bodies danced in their peripheral vision.

"The executioner!" Hermione exclaimed. "Look, we just went into Hagrid's hut. We need to go!"

The bushy-haired girl started running carefully towards the little hut, careful not to be seen by the men walking down the path. Once the door of the hut closed, they shuffled behind a large cluster of the familiar bright orange pumpkins. The steps of the men grew closer and closer to the victim that lay innocent in the grass.

Harry slowly starts to get up, "Here they come, we better hurry."

Before he could get any further, both Hermione and (y/n) grabbed an arm and pulled him back down.

"We can't yet Harry," (y/n) said. 

"Why not?"

"Because," Hermione scoffed, "Fudge needs to see Buckbeak first or else he's going to think Hagrid was the one who set him free." 

They turn their attention to the very figures of themselves that stand in the warm hut. Currently, Ron was being handed a screeching Scabbers that was just revealed by the friendly giant, exclaiming the name in relief. 

"That's Pettigrew," Harry whispered, a seething anger shooting like daggers through his glare. 

Annoyed, the girls had to pull him back down again as he went to run.

"You can't," (y/n) grunted.

"(y/n) that's the man that betrayed my parents, you don't expect me to sit here," Harry said, once again trying to get up.

"Harry will you stop trying to be the hero and use your brain for a moment?" (y/n) lectured as she forcefully dragged him to a different spot behind the pumpkins. "You're in Hagrid's hut as we speak, if you just go bursting in and there's suddenly two Harry's he'll think you've gone mad!"

"Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time, Harry," Hermione interjected. "We can't be seen." 

They turn their heads to look behind them as the melody of conversation seeps into their ears. As expected, Dumbledore, Fudge, and the executioner were all approaching too quick for comfort. 

"We aren't leaving," (y/n) said softly. "Why aren't we leaving?" 

She looks around, a few pieces of lavender from a plant flaked into the grass and a stone carved smoothly to look like a snail shell, lay on top of one of the pumpkins. Quickly, she ties a little piece of the lavender to the stone with a blade of grass, hoping that past her will recognize the symbol. 

She throws it, striking a vase in the hut, ash spilling on the table. She see's herself pick it up and examine it curiously.

"Are you mad?" Harry whispers.

"Yes," (y/n) grunts as she throws an identical stone through the same window, this time hitting past Harry in the back of the head.

"Ow that hurt," Harry whines, rubbing his skull.

"Oops," (y/n) 'apologizes' a slight smirk on her face.

The back door of the hut slowly swings on its hinges, as the four Gryffindors sneakily tip toe out onto the soft grass. 

"We're coming out the back door, go!" Hermione beckons, the trio rushing to a small cluster of trees and concealing themselves behind the rough trunks. 

Past them go into the same spot they were only moments before, unaware of the presence behind them.

"Is that really my back profile?" (y/n) said disgusted.

"(y/n)," Harry whispered.

  (y/n)'s hand slipped from the sturdy tree bark and she stumbled backwards, a branch cracking under her foot. 

Harry caught her, quickly putting his back against the trunk as he pulled her with him, arms securely keeping her from making any more mistakes. 

She looked up at him in shock, his eyes avoiding eye contact with her own to stop his cheeks from turning a pink shade. 

Hermione stifled a laugh, knowing the secret of (y/n)'s true feelings towards the raven-haired boy. (y/n) glared at her, "Shut up," she mouthed. 

Moments passed and the trio returned to the pumpkins once past them left. 

"Go Harry," Hermione whispered.

Harry crouched down and made his way over to the Hippogriff, who was resting peacefully with a chain around his neck.  He put all his strength, all his hope, into the forceful pull of Buckbeak's chain. His heels dug into the grass, wet Earth erupting from underneath the soles of his feet in desperation to escape the pressure. 

The door of the hut opened as the conversation grew louder. The four men were now standing and admiring the the scenery in front of them.

The Hippogriff only felt his skin indent at the rusted chain that pressured against his veins. He refused to untangle his limbs, for he did not know the fate a simple glide of a sparkling blade would bring him in only minutes. 

The boy repeated his mistakes, the effects on the animal not changing. (y/n) physically felt her chest rise and fall faster as her anxiety started to take control of her thoughts. She sprinted to Harry, collapsing to her knees so that she could feel the already fallen rain seep through the fibers of her jeans. She gently bowed her head, to which the Hippogriff replicated. (y/n) rested a hand on his soft feathers, her fingers grazing over the intricate colors weaved with the blinding white. Resting her forehead on Buckbeak's for a moment before she slowly began to stand, she remains with her good hand on his neck and the creature slowly rises with her. 

She beckons for Harry to rest the cold chain against the grooves of her open palm, so he did. She smiles, as Buckbeak happily follows her into the forest, Harry and Hermione standing in utter disbelief. 

"Ho-how did you do that?" Harry asked flabbergasted.

"I...don't really know actually I just sort of felt his feelings? I'm not sure," (y/n) smiled, as she continued through the damp forest towards the castle. 

They hear the men back at the castle, "I saw the beast, just now! Not a moment ago!" Fudge exclaimed.

"Search the skies if you must Minister," Dumbledore says almost amused. "Meanwhile, I'd like a cup of tea, or perhaps a nice brandy. Oh and executioner, your services are no longer needed."

They continued through the gloomy forest, Buckbeak following close behind.

"Now what?" Harry asked.

"We save Sirius," says Hermione.

"How?"

"No idea," Hermione answers as she climbs up a little hill.

They run until they can clearly see the Whomping Willow. "Look, there's Lupin. And here comes Snape," Hermione points, as the two go into the tree. 

"And now we wait?" Harry whispers.

"And now we wait," the bushy-haired girl says.

They sit down, damp forest dipping underneath them, an impatience overcoming their feelings. A chirping sound is audible as hundreds of bats flap their wings in a fluttering rhythm, whizzing past their heads as they shield themselves from the black shadows. Buckbeak happily gallops around, eating bat after bat of the ones he can capture.

"Guys?" Harry says.

"Yeah?"

"Before, down by the lake when (y/n) and I were with Sirius, I did see people. They made the Dementors go away." Harry says, looking at the ground.

"With a Patronus? I heard Snape telling Dumbledore that only a really powerful wizard could've conjured it," Hermione says carefully.

"It was my parents," Harry says confidently with a smile.

"But Harry...your parents are-"

"Dead, I know. Just telling you what I saw."

"I did see two figures," (y/n) defends. "But I didn't see who it was."

Hermione nodded as she looked ahead, "Here we come."

"You see Sirius talking to me there?" Harry asks. "He's asking me to come and live with him."

"Harry that's great!" (y/n) exclaims happily, squeezing his hand. 

"I'll be free and I'll never have to go back to the Dursley's. Just be me and him. We could live in the country, some place you can see the sky. I think he'll like that after all those years in Azkaban." 

(y/n)'s heart fluttered, the words he spoke and the thoughtfulness he expressed for Sirius made her just want to hug him and tell him it was ok. He didn't deserve the cards he was dealt, the Dursley's didn't deserve him. She didn't deserve him. 

They were interrupted by a yell.

The Sun was now drowned by the black ink of darkness, replaced by the moonlight that no one  trusts to guide them through the night. The sand in an hourglass fell faster by the second, finer by the hour. 

"Pettigrew," Harry whispered as the rat began to morph. "We can prevent him from escaping again."

"Harry we can't be seen, besides how are we supposed to find a rat in the dark," Hermione protested. 

The clouds shifted to reveal the full moon, and Lupin squirms just like he did before. "Look, it's Lupin," (y/n) points, as him and Sirius both start fighting in their animal forms.

"Let's go," Harry says, as the group travels to where Lupin and Sirius dissappeared to. 

They see Lupin throw Sirius, and then proceed to slowly walk towards past (y/n) and Harry. 

"Ahoooo," Hermione howls, but Harry covers her mouth.

"What are you doing?" He asks

"Saving your lives," Hermione says, shaking Harry off and continuing to howl. 

"So it was you? Thanks," (y/n) asked gratefully. 

"Great now he's coming for us," Harry says. 

Lupin came barreling, slobber glistening in the dim light, and his teeth were snarled in defense. Time and time again, the odds were never in their favor, it always seemed that it was always,

someone fighting for their life and the life of someone they love.

"Yeah, didn't think about that," Hermione says, as they turn around and run as fast as their strides could take them. 

Branches snap and leaves strike their faces as the only thing that mattered was getting as far away from their professor as possible as his growls threatened to rip them into red shreds. The deeper into the forest they got, the thicker the fog became, making the road less traveled even more frightening, as they had no idea what lay ahead of them. 

Eventually they found an abnormally large tree to hide behind. (y/n) was terrified, who wouldn't be? As they hide, (y/n)'s hand desperately grasps Harry's and he looks at her almost as if to silently say, I'm here. 

They try to contain the erratic breathing that teased to escape their tired lungs, hoping that at any moment, a face of a creature wouldn't appear in their line of vision. The silence grew almost loud, so the group assumed the werewolf had given up and hopefully ran away. With that information, they slowly came out from behind the trunk, but the silence was sliced by the low grumble that came from behind them. 

The Gryffindors turned, Lupin growling with his legs ready to spring into killing actions that could end the life of any. 

(y/n) made eye contact with the werewolf, her (e/c) eyes becoming shiny underneath the layer of fearful tears that had developed overtime, her hand still with Harry's. But he didn't look like he wanted to strike, he almost looked like (y/n) had sparked the professor inside of him to reignite. Sorrow filled his inhuman face, regret, and a pleading for help and escape. 

As the two held eye contact, a pull towards each other that both were unfamiliar with, Buckbeak clawed at Lupin. The professor was gone, eyes once again engulfed in anger and a sinister thirst for blood. He growled, but Buckbeak was far too big for the werewolf to stand a chance. He ran, howling in defeat and Buckbeak let out a victorious screech. 

"That was so scary," (y/n) gasped, burying her face in Harry's shoulder as he held her with his hands on her shoulders. 

"Poor Professor Lupin's having a really tough night," Harry whispered. 

Out of nowhere, the world grew cold, breeze kissing the skin of the trio as it ruffled their free flowing hair. They gaze up, the Dementors making their way to the body of water.

"Sirius," Harry whispered, as they ran to the clearing. There they lay across the pond, Sirius unconscious, Harry collapsing, and (y/n) crying and begging for the Dementors to stop.

"This is awful," Hermione says in sadness. "You guys are dying."

"It's ok," Harry says reassuringly, "my parents will come, they'll conjure their Patronuses." Moments pass, their lives are removed more and more by the Dementors as each send goes by. "Any minute now. Right there, you'll see!" Harry points to the spot right in front of them.

"Harry, listen to me, no one's coming," Hermione sympathizes. 

(y/n) puts a hand on his shoulder as they look at each other in realization. They both take out their wands and scream in unison, "Expecto Patronum!" 

A flood of a bright silvery light comes out of their wands, bigger than ever before. Harry and (y/n) see, that they've finally conjured their full body Patronuses. The Patronuses danced around each other in a graceful waltz, almost seeming like they were meant to be together as the Dementors screech in pain and defeat of taking the three souls. 

Harry's was a stag, similar to his father's which makes perfect sense. (y/n)'s was a snowy owl, which she found amusing considering the only snowy owl she's ever known about was Hedwig. 

Having a snowy owl Patronus usually means you reflect a protective and fearless personality, but (y/n) couldn't help but wonder if Harry had something to do with it.

(y/n) realized what Dumbledore meant when he said she might've helped someone by doing something that was thought to be that of a guardian. She saved Harry by casting a Patronus.

As they absorb all the information they've witness, they realize the time and hop on Buckbeak to make their way to the cell that Sirius would soon be contained in. 

The clouds were misty, covering the horrors of the dark secrets that seep into the grounds of Hogwarts. The cold crisp air filled their lungs with a sense of cleansing and it felt for a moment that everything was all figured out. That everything would be ok. 

"You were right Hermione, it wasn't my parents I saw earlier, it was (y/n) and I! I saw us conjuring a Patronus before, I knew we could do it then because...well we'd already done it! Does that make sense?" Harry yelled

"No!" Hermione yelled back, letting out a scream as Buckbeak dove down sharply. 

Harry let out a happy scream, as riding buckbeak made him feel free and alive. They arrive at Sirius' cell, the man sitting defeated and frail in the darkness that lies both physically and mentally behind the steel bars. 

"Bombarda!" Hermione yells, the bars of the cell erupted, the dust shaking off them as they flee. Sirius having a surprised look in his eyes, but happy to see his godson, giving him a tight hug.

As the quartet giddily gets on Buckbeak and glides through the clouds,Sirius laughs in an almost identical way to Harry. They land in a courtyard, fountains with angels sputtering a peaceful sound of the flow of water, the moonlight reflecting into the pools that was contained by the little stone walls. 

They enter an open corridor, sitting down on a bench while Sirius crouches down. 

"I'll be forever grateful for this," Sirius says. "To all of you."

"I want to go with you," Harry says abruptly. 

"One day, perhaps. For some time my life will be too unpredictable. And besides," he places his hands on Harry's shoulders, "you're meant to be here." He gives a slight smile to (y/n).

"But you're meant to be here," Harry argues.

"And you know it. For now that'll do." He gently cups Harry's face, "I expect you're tired of hearing this, but you look so like your father. Except your eyes...you have-"

"My mothers eyes," Harry says, a fully content and happy look on his face, something (y/n) has never seen before.

"It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily and with you so little. But know this, the ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them, in here." Sirius placed a tattooed hand on Harry's heart gently, both of them looking as though they never want to part. 

Sirius climbs onto Buckbeak and smiles at Hermione, "You really are the brightest witch of your age." 

He then turns to (y/n), a look of loving and familiarity in his eyes. "You, are special (y/n). And have so much lying ahead of you. Your fierceness reminds of when Lily went here. Most importantly, I expect you will be getting a letter soon." 

With that Sirius disappeared into just a thought as he was no longer visible. 

His theory was right however, as (y/n)'s owl, (name), fluttered in, holding a creme colored envelope with a wax seal. (o/n) perched next to (y/n), as she gently removed the envelope from it's brown beak.  

She carefully examined it, the seal was one used by teachers, and it had her name neatly written in cursive in a maroon ink. Opening it she notices that it's a handwritten letter, so she reads it aloud for her curious friends to hear.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 (𝚢/𝚗),

𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘'𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚙.𝚖.. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢,

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝚁.𝙹. 𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚗

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a/n~ I'm anticipating about 1 or 2 more chapters until POA is over. I also want to say that my writing has been very off lately and I think I might take a small break before I start GOF so I can sort out the plot and regain some of my creativity x sorry that this one isn't too long and I hope you enjoyed!

Hope you're all doing well :) Until next time ~ i

Mrs. Pottersquad

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