The Light

Chapter 66~ Strike Two

"It's so easy for them to get to you!" Hermione exclaimed when we'd gotten back to school and recounted everything for her again, "You're bloody lucky you weren't killed! You have to realize who you are Harry," she told him as the three of us made our way down the crowded corridor.

"I know who I am Hermione, all right?" He said clearly peeved off. The two of us gave him looks, he knew he had no reason to be mad at us, "Sorry," he quickly apologized.

As we continued along we could hear the shrill voice of Lavender that I'd grown to loathe that year, "You promise you'll wear it?" She asked as she put something around my brother's neck, I'm assuming an early birthday gift from her.

"Of course," he answered doing his best to sound genuine.

Lavender was beaming, "That's my Won-Won!" She shoved him into a hug that he looked immensely uncomfortable being in.

"Excuse me I have to go vomit," Hermione muttered before turning and walking in the direction we'd just came from, most likely to get to class using a different route.

I sighed, "They should just snog and get it over with, shouldn't they?" I asked as Harry and I continued on our way to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Snape spent the majority of the lesson handing back our essays on dementors and explaining why the Patronus Charm is a weakling's response to ridding ourselves of them. As I had no interest in his incorrect opinion, figured Snape probably doesn't even have a good enough memory to conjure a Patronus, I busied myself with my book, reading the next chapter we were supposed to cover.

In doing so I was simultaneously ignoring Snape and his rubbish lesson, and resisting the everlasting urge to look at Draco from across the room. I was mad that once again his demon aunt had put people close to me in danger, but she went even farther to burn my house down. Mum and Dad sent a letter when we'd made it back saying that they'd put the fire out and they were working to restore everything as best as they could, even Fred and George were taking time away from the shop to help as much as possible.

Snape's monotone drawl was almost enough to put me to sleep, instead Harry slid a note across to me,

I need your help with something important.

I looked down at the paper and back to him nodding. After class he did his best to catch me up on what he'd been doing with Dumbledore in his office after hours, "And now I need to recover the real memory of Slughorn with Tom Riddle when he was in school," he concluded as we entered the common room that evening.

"And you need my help because...?"

"Well, I've already tried twice but he got mad and now he can barely stand to be in the same room as me. He likes you too so maybe next time I see him, you could give it a try?" He requested.

I sighed, rubbing my temple, "I mean sure, if it'll help you and Dumbledore, I'll do what I can."

"Brilliant! You're the best Mira!" He praised before walking into his dorm.

I sighed as I went into my room where Hermione was waiting for me, "Lavender can't even be in the same room as me," she told me as I put my stuff on my bed.

"Good, she's been bloody annoying all year," I muttered getting myself ready for bed.

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I'd woken up on the morning of Ron's birthday to Professor McGonagall telling me to report to the hospital wing right away. Hermione and I exchanged terrified looks as we rushed to get dressed and ran to the common room where Ginny was waiting for us, "Did she tell you anything?" She asked us only for us to shake our heads so the three of us ran to the hospital as fast as we could.