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SS: Part Eight

Quirrell, however, must have been braver than they’d thought. In the weeks that followed he did seem to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn’t; look as though he’d cracked yet.

Every time they passed the third floor corridor they would press their ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still snoring soundly. Snape was still sweeping about in his usual bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was still safe. All of them made an effort to be kinder to the stuttering Professor Quirrell, anything to boost his morale.

Meanwhile, first year exams were fast approaching and even Blaise was finding himself in the library more than usual. Harry walked with him if only to alieve himself of Millicent and Hermione’s nagging.

Harry, who was busy looking up “Dittany” in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, didn’t look up until he heard Ron say, “Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?”

Hagrid shuffled into view, looking very out of place in Madam Pince’s library in his moleskin overcoat.

“Just lookin’,” he said, in a shift voice that got their interest at once. “An’ what’re you lot up ter?” He looked suddenly suspicious. “Yer nor still lookin’ fer Flamel, are yeh?”

“Oh, we found out who he is ages ago,” said Ron impressively. “That and the Sorcerer’s….”

“Shhhhh!” Hagrid and Millicent hushed Ron together.

“Don’ go shoutin’ about it, what’s the matter with yeh?”

“Subtle as a Ridgeback,” said Millicient.

Harry straightened. “There are a few things we wanted to ask you, as a matter of fact, about what’s guarding the Stone apart from Fluffy,---“

“SHHHH,” said Hagrid again. Harry grinned at the reaction he wanted. “Listen---come an’ see me later. I’m not promisin’ I’ll tell yeh anythin’, mind, but don’ go rabbitin’ about it here, students are supposed to know. They’ll think I’ve told yeh---“

“We’ll see you later, then,” said Harry as Hagrid shuffled off.

Millicent looked to Harry. “Did you see that thing behind his back?” she asked. Harry nodded.

“I wonder what it was?” Hermione said thoughtfully.

“Do you think it had anything to do with the Stone?”

“I’m going to see what section he was in,” said Ron, who’d had enough of working. He came back with a pile of books and a wide smile.

“Dragons!” he whispered. “Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at this one, From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper’s Guide.

“Hagrid’s always wanted a dragon, he told me so the first time I ever met him,” said Harry.

“But it’s against our laws,” said Millicent. Ron shook his head like this was common knowledge.

“Dragon keeping has been illegal for hundreds of years,” said Ron. “You can’t tame them. You should see some of the burns Charlie’s got off wild ones in Romania. That’s where the Ministry tries to relocate the wild ones so the muggles won’t catch word.”

“So what on Earth is Hagrid up to?” said Hermione.

It was stifling hot inside of Hagrid’s hut. The curtains were drawn, the fire blazing. It was so hot even Ron refused Hagrid’s offer of tea and sandwiches.

“So—yeh wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes,” said Harry. There was no point in beating around the bush, “We need to know what’s guarding the Sorcerer’s Stone apart from Fluffy. What else is down there?”

Hagrid frowned at him.

“Of course I can’t,” he said. “Number one, I don’t’ know meself. Two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn’t tell if yeh if I could. That Stone is highly sought, it was nearly stolen out of Gringotts which is why it’s here now.”

“Hagrid,” said Harry. “You know everything that goes around here. Dumbledore trusts you, we just want to know who else was tasked with guarding the Stone so we’re sure it’s in good hands.”

They all smiled at him reassuringly.

Hagrid’s beard twitched, and they could tell he was smiling.

“Well, I don’ s’pose it could hurt to tell you that…let’s see he borrowed Fluffy from me…., then some o’ the teachers did enchantments…Professor Sprout---Professor Flitwick---Professor McGonagall---Professor Quirriell, and Dumbeldore himself did something of course….” He ticked their names off on his fingers.

“Oh, yeah, and Professor Snape.”

“Snape?”

“Yesh—yer still on abou’ that, are yeh? Look Snape helped protect the Stone, now, he ain’ abou’ to steal it.”

Harry knew they were all thinking the same thing. If Snape had a hand in protecting the Stone then he must know about the other teacher’s enchantments, and the only thing keeping him out now was Fluffy and Quirrell’s spell.”

“You’re the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy, aren’t you Hagrid, and you wouldn’t tell anyone would you? Not even one of the teachers?” said Harry anxiously.

“Just me and Dumbledore,” said Hagrid proudly.

“We’ll that’s something,” Harry muttered to the others.

Ron was stifling. “Care to open a window there Hagrid? I’m boiling.”

“Can’t, Ron, sorry,” said Hagrid, glancing at the fire. Harry looked at it, too.

“Hagrid—what’s that?” asked Harry, but he already knew. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.

“Ah,” said Hagrid, fiddling with the end of his beard. “That’s ah….”

“Where did you get it, Hagrid?” said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a better look. “It must’ve cost you a fortune.”

“Won it,” said Hagird. “ in a card game, the fellow didn’t seem to put out though. He acted like he wanted to get rid of it.”

“Because it’s illegal,” Millicent chimed in even as Hermione was explaining to Hagrid exactly why he wouldn’t want to raise a dragon in his wooden hut. But Hagrid wasn’t listening. He was humming merrily, as he stoked the fire.

So now they had a few things to worry about. Snape. Exams. And an illegal dragon egg.

“Wonder what it’s like to have a peaceful life,” Ron sighed, finishing just one sheet of all the extra homework they had been given.

Millicent laughed. “I have a feeling this won’t be the last time you ask yourself that question Weasley.”

When the owls swooped down, Harry got another letter from Hagrid. Two words on the parchment: It’s hatching.

Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to Hagrid’s, but Hermione wouldn’t hear of it, rushing him off to class.

When they finally got to Hagrid’s he met them at the door flushed and excited.

“It’s nearly out.” He ushered them inside like a proud papa.

They all pulled up chairs and watched until the baby dragon flopped onto the table. It wasn’t pretty exactly, but when a couple of sparks flew out of it’s nose Hagrid bellowed with pride.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Hagrid murmured. He reached out a hand to stroke it’s head, not backing down when it snapped at his fingers, showing it’s fangs.

“He knows his mama,” said Hagrid proudly.

“Hagrid?” said Hermione, “how fast do Norwegian Ridgebacks grow, exactly?”

Hagrid was about to answer when the color suddenly drained from his face—he leapt to his feet and ran to the window.

Harry bolted to the door and looked out. Even from a distance there was no mistaking him. Malfoy had seen the dragon.

Something about the smile lurking on Malfoy’s face during the next week made them all very nervous. Harry urged Hagrid to let the dragon go, but Hagrid said he was too little.

“He won’t make it out there on his own yet. I have to keep Norbert safe.”

Harry had to talk to Malfoy.

Approaching him in between classes when the Slytherins had a break was probably his best option. Blaise lurked around the hall as Harry waited to grab Malfoy.

He heard Crabbe and Goyle’s lumbering steps before he heard Malfoy’s nasally voice. Stepping out into the hall in front of them with a swirl of robes that would have made Snape jealous.

“Malfoy,” addressed Harry, ignoring his two companions as Blaise stuck to his other side.

“Oi, Potter, nice to see you. Here, I thought we had officially lost you to the Gryffindors.” He looked him up and down. “Pity.”

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. If living with Malfoy had taught him one thing it was that Malfoy’s act was about eighty-five percent hot air.

“Do get on with it Potter, you have that constipated look you get when you’re confused about what comes next in potions.”

Malfoy brushed the edge of his robes back, not bothering to look at Harry.

“I want to talk about the other day,” said Harry. “About Herbology.”

Malfoy tutted.

“Having trouble in that class as well, Potter? Though don’t feel too bad, with the amount of time you spend with the Weasel at least you’ll excel in Magical Creatures. Maybe that great oaf Hagrid could give you a hand even….”

Harry tensed.

Then he realized.

Malfoy was dancing around the issue and not in a “I know something that you don’t know”, but in a way that said maybe he hadn’t shared the full extent of what he saw with anyone including the two goons standing behind him.

Harry knew Malfoy wasn’t stupid, but he also knew he wasn’t going to keep this to himself. Malfoy was going to tell, he was just going to tell someone who had more authority to get Hagrid in trouble.

Blaise merely stood by his side, but it was comforting to know that if Malfoy started throwing hexes that he could at least count on Blaise to have his back. It was a quiet sort of comfort, not at all like Ron. Ron would just cut to the chase and pound Malfoy a new nose, Fred and George too. But…

“See you around Malfoy,” said Harry. “It was great talking to you, but Blaise and I have got to get to class.”

Blaise looked confused, but as Harry took off past Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle he followed without question only stopping him when they got to the Charms classroom.

“What was that?”

Harry smiled at a frightened looking Blaise. Harry clapped a hand onto his shoulder. “That Blaise was the best idea Malfoy’s ever had.”

It was only the three of them when Saturday night came around. Millicent wanted to go, but when Harry told her what her duties would be she had insisted that Granger could have this one. Ron had gotten a response from his brother, and Malfoy’s own antagonism had ensured that he too knew what the plan was. Hermione tried to console a sobbing Hagrid, but when Hagrid started calling the dragon by it’s new name and calling himself his mommy. Hermione gave Harry a look and he knew it was too late, the dragon already had a name.

They would have felt sorry for Hagrid when the time came for him to say good-bye to Norbert if they hadn’t been so worried about what they had do to. It was dark when they arrived at Hagrid’s hut. The trio were a bit late having to move around Peeve’s who was hanging around the entrance hall before they could leave.

Hagrid had Norbert packed and ready in a large crate.

“He’s got losts o’ rats an’ some brandy fer the journey,” said Hagrid in a muffled voice. “An’ I’ve packed his teddy bear in case he gets lonely.”

“Bye, bye,” Norbert. “Mummy will never forget you!”

Harry paused the trio as they approached the meeting point. He had been expecting something, but it surely wasn’t this. Professor McGonagall in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by the ear.

“Detention!” she shouted. “And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you—“

“You don’t understand, Professor,” called Draco Malfoy. “Harry Potter’s coming—he’s got a dragon!”

“What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on—I’ll see what Professor Snape has to say about you.”

Getting to the top of the spiral staircase was easy compared to stifling their laughter at Malfoy being manhandled by Professor McGonagall.

Hermione shook the cloak off with a bit of a jig.

“Malfoy’s got detention! I could sing!”

“Don’t,” Harry advised her.

Charlie’s friends were a cheery lot. They showed the group of them some the harness they had rigged, and when they were ready to leave they shook hands with the others and thanked them very much. They watched Norbert fly away into the night sky.

No more dragon, no more detention, they slipped down the staircase and couldn’t have felt happier. What could spoil it?

The answer to that was waiting at the foot of the stairs. As they stepped into the corridor, Filch’s face loomed suddenly out of the darkness.

“Well, well, well,” he whispered. “we are in trouble.”

As smart as they were, they had done something incredibly stupid. They had left the invisibility cloak on top of the tower.

Things couldn’t have been worse.

Filch marched them straight to Professor McGonagall who was still dealing with Malfoy. Out of bed, alone at the tallest astronomy tower, which was way out of bounds, plus the invisibility cloak and a dragon, yeah, they might as well be packing their bags already.

Had Harry thought that things couldn’t have been worse? He was wrong because when Professor McGonagall came out of her office, she was leading Neville.

“Harry,” Neville burst out, the moment he saw the others. “I was trying to find you to warn you. I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag—“

Harry shook his head violently to tell Neville to shut up, but Professor McGonagall had already seen.

“I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were up in the tower. It’s one in the morning, explain yourselves.”

It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a question. Harry started with an excuse, but McGonagall put her hand up.

“I think I’ve got a good idea of what’s been going on,” she said. “You fed Draco Malfoy some cock and bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. I’ve already caught him. I suppose you think it’s funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?”

Harry caught Neville’s eye and tried to tell him without words that it wasn’t true. Neville may not feel like a true Gryffindor, but he had showed more bravery in the past weeks then Harry ever thought possible. He was ready to be his second in an underage wizard’s duel, and had snuck out of bed to warn Harry and the others that Malfoy as trying to pull something and Harry didn’t want him to think he saw him as anything other than a great friend.

“I’m disgusted,” said Professor McGonagall. “Four students out of bed in one night. I’ve never hardly heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I thought you had more sense. All three of you will be given detention, and points taken from your perspective houses.

Any Slytherins who had been on his side since the match had since turned on him, even Malfoy hadn’t escaped the stigma of losing them so many house points. The only people in the school who seemed to tolerate Harry and his friends were the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws who had enough points now that the race for the House Cup was now between the two of them.

Hermione and Neville were suffering, too. They didn’t have as bad a time as Harry, because they weren’t as well-known, but nobody would speak to them either. Hermione had stopped drawing attention to herself in class, keeping her head down and working in silence.

At least his mind was busy studying for exams, memorizing the dates of magical discoveries and goblin rebellions, and learning spells by heart. Then, about a week before the exams were set to start. Harry’s new resolution not to interfere with anything that didn’t directly concern him was put to an unexpected test. Walking back from the library on his own one afternoon, he heard somebody whimpering from a classroom up ahead. As he drew closer, he heard Quirrell’s voice.

“No—no---not again, please---“

Next, Quirrell came hurling out of the classroom. He was pale and looked as though he had been crying. He strode out of sight; Harry didn’t think Quirrell had even noticed him. He waited until he could no longer hear his footsteps before he stepped into the empty classroom where a door stood ajar at the end of it. He was halfway toward it before he remembered what he’d promised himself about not meddling.

Harry would have bet twelve Sorcerers Stone’s that Snape had just left the room through that door. Snape with a new spring in his step and Quirrell close to his last one.

Harry went back to the library where Millicent, Blasie, and Hermione were testing Neville on his potions knowledge. Harry told them what he’d heard.

Millicent rolled her eyes. “There’s still Fluffy, though,” said Hermione.

“Maybe Snape’s found out how to get past him without asking Hagrid,” said Millicent, though Harry wasn’t sure he was making fun of him or not.

“You need to go to Dumbledore,” said Blaise, suddenly their voice of reason. “That’s what you idiots should have done weeks ago.”

Millie smacked him on the back of the head with her book. “No one asked you, Zabini,”

“Besides, we’ve got no proof,” said Harry. “Quirrell’s too scared to back us up. Snape’s only got to say he doesn’t know anything about how the troll got into the castle and they’ll believe him. He’s the Professor we’re the students, simple as that.”

Blaise spoke up. “The whole world knows that you hate him, they’ll think you’re just making it up to get him fired.”

“And how are you going to explain how you know about these things in the first place? As far as you’re supposed to know there is no Stone or Fluffy or any of it,” said Millicent.

Hermione looked convinced, but Ron didn’t.

“If we just do a bit of poking around—“

“No,” said Harry flatly. “we’ve done enough poking around.”

He pulled a book toward him and pretended to read.

The following morning, notes were delivered to Harry, Hermione, and Neville at breakfast. They were all the same. Harry even saw Malfoy get one.

Your detention will take place at eleven o’clock tonight. Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall.

Professor McGonagall

At eleven sharp, Harry met the others and Malfoy at the entrance with an impatient looking Mr. Filch. “Follow me,” said Filch, lighting a lamp and leading them outside.

“I’ll bet you’ll think twice about breaking a school rule again, won’t you, eh?” he said, leering at them. “Hard work and pain,” he muttered. “It’s about time they bring back the old punishments…hanging by your wrists in my office, would keep you out of trouble all right. Now, don’t go thinking about running off or it’ll be worst for you do.”

They marched off across the dark grounds. Neville kept sniffing. Harry wondered what their punishment was going to be. It had to be something really horrible or else Filch wouldn’t sound so excited. But, he was leading them towards Hagrid’s hut.

“Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I want ter get started.”

Harry’s heart rose; if they were going to be working with Hagrid it wouldn’t be so bad. His relief must have showed in his face, because Filch said, “I suppose you think you’ll be enjoying yourself with that oaf? Well, think again, boy—it’s into the forest with you.”

At this, Neville let out a little moan, and Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks.

“The forest?” he repeated, and he didn’t sound quite as cool as usual. “We can’t go in there at night, there’s all sorts in there, werewolves, I heard.”

Neville fought the urge to clutch Harry’s robe as he made a sort of choking noise. Hagrid came out of his hut, striding toward them in the dark, Fang at his heels. He was carrying his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder.

Harry heard Filch and Hagrid squabble a bit before Filch stalked off back toward the castle. “I’ll be back at dawn,” said Filch. “For what’s left of them,” he added nastily, and he turned and started back toward the castle, his lamp bobbing away into the darkness.

Malfoy turned to Hagrid.

“I’m not going into the forest,” he said, and Harry felt calmer at the hint of panic in his voice.

“Yeh are if you want ter stay at Hogwarts,” said Hagrid fiercely. “Yeh’ve done wrong an’ now yeh’ve got ter pay fer it.”

“But this is servant’s stuff, it’s not for students to do. I thought we’d be copying lines or something,”

Hermione nodded alongside Draco. It was what Harry thought they’d be doing as well, but it was this, Hagrid said, or go back to the castle and pack their bags. “If yeh think yer father’d rather you were expelled, then get back off ter the castle an’ pack.”

Malfoy didn’t move. “But…”, he started.

“Drop it Malfoy,” said Harry. “Let’s just get his over with.”

Malfoy met his gaze, still furious, but when Harry didn’t look away he dropped his eyes.

“Right then,” said Hagrid, “Now, listen carefully, ‘cause it’s dangerous what we’re gonna do tonight, an’ I don’ want no one takin’ risks. Follow me over here a moment.”

He led them to the edge of the forest.

“see that there, that silvery stuff shinin’ on the ground? That’s unicorn blood. There’s a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We’re gonna try an’ find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery.”

“Hagrid,” said Harry, the same time Malfoy made to say something. Malfoy backed down sensing Harry was thinking the same thing as he was. “What if whatever hurt the unicorn finds us first?”

“There’s nothing that lives in the forest that’ll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang,” said Hagrid. “An’ make sure to keep to the path. Now, we’re gonna spilt yeh into two parties so we can follow the trail in its different directions.”

“I want Fang,” said Malfoy, quickly, looking at Fang’s long teeth.

“All right, but I warn yeh, he’s a coward,” said Hagrid. Harry took one look at Neville and knew that if Malfoy and Neville were to go into the woods together it would be nothing but disaster, and if it weren’t for Harry he knew Neville wouldn’t be in this spot in the first place.

“I’ll go with Malfoy,” said Harry.

“Are yeh sure?” asked Hagrid. Harry nodded, avoiding Malfoy’s gaze until they all headed off into the Forbidden Forest. They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. Harry followed the blood and he thought it was getting thicker as they went. There were splashes on the root of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by. Harry could see a clearing ahead, though the tangled branches of an ancient oak.

“Look---“ he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy.

Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer. It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves. Harry had taken one step closer to it when a slithering sound made him freeze. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered….Then, out of the shoulders, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Malfoy, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn and started to drink its blood.

“AAAAAAARGH!”

Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted---so did Fang. The hooded figure railed its head up and looked straight at Harry, unicorn blood all down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harry, but Harry’s feet were stuck with fear.

Then a pain like he’d never felt before pierced his head, as though his scar was on fire. He stumbled back, blinded. He heard hooves behind him, galloping, and something jumped clean over Harry, charging at the figure.

The pain in Harry’s head was so bad he fell to his knees. When he looked back, the figure was gone, but in its place was a centaur.

“Are you all right?” said the centaur, pulling Harry to his feet.

“Yes-----thank you----what was that?” What are you? Harry wondered.

The centaur didn’t answer. He had astonishingly blue eyes, like pale sapphires. He looked carefully at Harry before his eyes settled on the scar on Harry’s forehead

“You are the Potter boy?” he said. “You had better get back to Hagrid. The forest is not safe at this time—especially for you. Can you ride? It will be quicker this way.”

“My name is Firenze,” he added, as he lowed himself on to his front legs so that Harry could clamber onto his back. There was suddenly the sound of more galloping from the other side of the clearing. More centaurs burst into the clearing.

“Firenze!” one thundered. “What are you going? You have a human on your back! Have you no shame? Are you a common mule?”

“Bane, this is the Potter boy. The quicker he leaves this forest, the better.”

“What have you been telling him?” growled Bane. Another pawed at the ground nervously. “I’m sure Firenze thought he was acting for the best,” he said in a gloomy voice.

“For the best! What is that to do with us? Centaurs are concerned with what has been foretold! It is not our business to run around like donkeys after stray humans in our forest!”

Firenze suddenly reared on to his hind legs in anger, so that Harry had to grab his shoulders to stay on.

“Do you not see that unicorn?” Firenze bellowed at Bane. “Do you not understand why it was killed? Or have the planets not let you in on that secret? I set myself against what is lurking in this forest, Bane, yes, with humans alongside me if I must.”

And Firenze whisked around; with Harry clutching on as best he could, they plunged off into the forest, leaving the others behind them. They made their way through the trees in silence for so long that Harry thought Firenze didn’t want to talk to him anymore. They were passing through a dense pack of trees when Firenze stopped.

“Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used for?”

“No,” said Harry, startled by the odd question. “We’ve only used the horn and tail in Potions.

“That is because it is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn. Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible prize. You have slain something pure and defenseless to save yourself, and you will have but a half life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips.”

“But who’d be that desperate?” he wondered. “If you’re going to be cursed forever, death’s better, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Frienze agreed, “unless all you need is to stay alive long enough to drink something else—something that will bring you back to full strength and power—something that will mean you can never die. Mr. Potter, do you know what is hidden in the school at this very moment?”

The Elixir of Life, the Sorcerer’s Stone, Harry thought, but wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but Bane seemed to read his mind.

“And can you think of nobody who has waited many years to return to power, who has clung to life, awaiting their chance?”

Hagrid’s voice came back to him clear as if he were standing in front of him. “Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die.”

“Do you mean,” Harry croaked. “that was Vol…”

“Harry? Harry, are you all right?”

Hermione was running toward them down the path, Hagrid puffing along behind her.

“I’m fine,” said Harry, hardly knowing what he was saying. “The unicorn’s dead, it’s in the clearing back there.”

“This is where I leave you,” Firenze murmured as Hagrid hurried off to examine the unicorn. “You are safe now.”

Harry slid off his back.

“Good luck, Harry Potter,” said Firenze. “Be safe.”

He turned and cantered back into the depths of the forest, leaving Harry shivering behind him. After Hagrid was done looking at the unicorn, he led Harry and Hermione over to where Neville, Malfoy, and Fang were waiting. Malfoy said nothing even as he begrudgingly gave up Fang and stalked back toward the castle.

Harry gave Hermione a look that said he would tell her everything later before he and Malfoy walked back to the dormitory together. Draco gave the password, nearly scampering when he heard the familiar movement of bricks. Harry walked quickly to the dormitory. He needed a shower, and the comfort of his bed.

Blaise was up when they came back.

“Waiting up to give us a goodnight kiss, Blaise?” Draco asked.

“Only in your dreams, Malfoy.”

The iridescent light from the Black Lake glowed green. “I pulled your curtains, Potter. I know how modest you are,” said Blaise.

Harry shot Blaise an odd look. He would have to tell him and Millie what happened as well, but that would have to wait. He pulled the curtains under his bed, and saw the reason Zabini would give up his beauty sleep.

Underneath his sheets, Harry found his invisibility cloak neatly folded there. There was a note punned to it.

Just in case.

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prinxietyandlogicalityhell · 8 years ago

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Misunderstandings

Hi, I'm Quillan and I write shitty Analogical fanfiction at 1 in the morning. Note: this hasn't even been read through, there will be spelling mistakes. Note (2): google translate is rubbish. Warnings: self hate, kinda angsty, these bloody idiots pining. --------------------------------------------- The first time it happened, I was in the kitchen in the morning. Half asleep, I really couldn't do much or see much, me having forgotten to put in my contacts before going downstairs. It was all I could do to not bump into every wall/thing/door I came across. Putting the kettle on, I got out my favourite mug, ignoring the greatings of Morality and Princey as they came and went. I could barely handle them awake, let alone half dead and grumpy, so I usually ignored them. I honestly don't know why they bothered. They hate me anyway. I mean, Logan is okay sometimes. And he seems to like me. I thought so anyway. I could be wrong. I probably was wrong. Shaking the thought from my head, I sat down and was about to take a sip. Then of course, Logic walked in said "Te amo" and then teleported back out. Shit. My shoulders fell. Logic only did that when he was angry or upset with someone. I've only ever heard him insult Princey, but I guess he thought he should pick it up with the rest of us, confirm my worries. I had thought he was my friend. Seems I was wrong. Looking down at my tea, I decided to just leave it there and go up to my room. I didn't care that I had just woken up, I felt like shit and well, sleeping is better than crying or wallowing in self pity all day. If Logic hated me, fine. It was inevitable anyway. He couldn't have waited for me to ask him out, could he? God, I wished I had looked up what he had said that first time. --------------------------------------------- The second time was two weeks later, I had been avoiding him relentlessly. I had been avoiding everyone, actually. It was good; Thomas looked a lot happier at least. Nobody even noticed. Contrary to popular belief, we did need to eat, we needed energy just as much as normal humans. Sometimes it got out of hand though. Princey ate a whole bag of sweets once- the creative ambush gave us all headaches for weeks. So, of course, I went down to the kitchen to get some rations. I had memorised everyones sleep sqeduals years ago, just from shere expoture- I knew when was safe. I honestly hadn't known why I was hiding. I was just... hiding is really the only way to put it. I heard my name, a heard something in a different language, and so Logic hates me. He doesn't use random bits of languages on the fly, he only does it when he really hates someone. I even used my head to figure that out. Honestly, I think I was just scared he might say it to my face in english and say 100% he hated me. Why he didn't just do that originally, I didn't know. At the moment I had just gotten some biscuits from the cupboard, Logic appeared in the doorway again saying "Je t'aime, Anxiety," and then procceded to walk out. I sighed. God knows what that meant, probably something worse than the other one. He hated me a lot. It was obvious. I just accepted it as truth. Of course, I was being reminded of it 24/7 by my shitty brain. I felt like such a fucking idiot, I couldn't even take an insult without it ruining my life. Tears weld up in my eyes and I hastily teleported back to my room. It was only a second before I realised my phone and headphones were still in the kitchen. I started fully crying then. I needed the distraction, I was sick of sleep at that point, I needed something! I continued crying, the idea of going and getting them already dismissed. A soft knock came from the door. A shrill "go away!" later, another knock did not come and I heard footsteps walking away. I sighed in relief. Tears still streaming, I opened my door a bit, just to make sure whichever one had knocked had gone away. Lying on the floor infront of my door, lay my phone and my headphones, neatly tied around my phone to not cause knots. Not really thinking, I put my headphones in and picked my playlist from my phone. I was really an idiot, wasn't I? ---------------------------------------------- The third and last time was a week later- someone finally noticed I wasn't there! "Has anyone seen Anxiety lately?" Thomas had asked after he had finished a video with the others. All of them stopped in their tracks. "Wait, what?" Roman exclaimed. "Has nobody seen him, I just thought he was avoiding me as usual!" "It's about time you guys noticed." I said, walking into the common room, to the exclaims of Princey and Thomas and the hug of Morality. Logic hung back. "I missed you so much, Kiddo!" Morality shouted, excited, hugging him even tighter. "Anxiety! Where the hell have you been? I've made so many videos and you haven't appeared once. Not that I'm complaining about the lack of nervousness, but I was worried about you!" Thomas said, hugging me as well. "Ti amo, ma tu mi hai odio ora," Logic said, before teleporting out. "What the hell?" "He just does that sometimes, I'm not sure why he can't just say "I hate you" to my face. It would probably cause me less pain." I replied, trying to fight away tears. Three times a charm, as they say. The three others looked at each other and then at me, confused. What was there to be confused about, Logic hated me, was avoiding me and generally just is being more embarrising than funny at the moment. "When did the language changes start?" Princey asked. "A few weeks back." "And how long have you been hiding in your room?" "Since the first time." Nodding, Princey replied, serious "You are wrong about what he just said, Anxiety... Do you want to know what he just said? 'I love you, but you hate me.' He thinks you hate him because you have been avoiding him." Was this some kind of joke??? "Ha, funny, Princey, good joke. What did he actually say?" Princey showed me his phone. He had typed in the words Logic had said, which were in Italian. It said what Princey had said. I screwed up big time. I was such an idiot. Pulling out my phone, I brought up google translate and put in the words I remembered from last time and the time before. 'I love you', Spanish and 'I love you', French. I was such a dickhead to him. I was ignoring, ignoring everyobe, because I didn't want to make things worse, when I could have been making things better. I sprang up, not even noticing the worried looks I got from the others, making my way to Logic's room. Knocking on his door, I fought back tears, panicking. If he hadn't hated me before, he would hate me now. I ignored him for weeks, we had just started becoming really good friends and I threw it away with my over thinking and self hatred. Honestly though, why would anyone love me anyway, I'm just one of those people. Nobody loves me, people barely even like me. When I got no answer, I knocked again and said, "Logic, can I come in?" After a second, I added a "please" softly to the end of the question. The lock snapped and the door opened. Logic was a mess. His glasses esque, his hair a mess, tear track down his cheeks. I cracked. I ran and hugged him and I said "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry" so many times it was like I was a broken record. He looked so shocked and confused. God, it must have been so much worse for him, I'm used to my emotions, Logic is... Logic. Fighting back tears, I said, "I am so sorry. I have been a dick. I thought you were insulting me, because the only time you have ever talked in different languages is to Princey when you are arguing and I was really sad and embarassed you know? I just..." "Shhhhh" Logic said, a weak smile on his face. "You don't need to explain yourself. I was being really creepy and I was to scared to admit my feelings because obviously you don't even like me, let alone love me...." I pulled him down then, kissing him. "Let's just both admit, we are both idiots and never speak of this again?" "Satisfactory." We didn't come out for a few hours after.

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