Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐
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The next morning, Hermione finally got Harry to tell her (not that she didn't know already) about the letter Sirius had sent him and his reply (stating that the pain his scar was probably a headache or something and there was no need to worry).
"Like Sirius is gonna buy your crap," Hermione snorted.
"Worth a shot," said Harry. "He's not going back to Azkaban because of me."
"He won't," Hermione said simply.
That weekend, Hermione had just gone back from one of her fly sessions while the pitch was still available; she had arrived in her dorm room to find James Potter sitting on her bed.
"Not doing a great job at ignoring me," she said bluntly, throwing her broom in her trunk.
"We're sorry, Mia," James told her standing up. "It's just there are some things you can't know yet."
"Like the fact that you know my mother?" she asked.
"Yes," said James simply. "I really can't say anything more, not yet at least."
"I didn't ask you too. You could've told me that instead of ignoring me for days," said Hermione bitterly, a scowl on her face. Hermione scowled.
"We won't anymore," said James pleadingly, which made Hermione's scowl vanish and a sweet sickly smile graced her face.
"Great, cause I need a favor!" Hermione said grinning. James blankly looked at her.
"What?"
"Can you fetch me the ingredients for the Animagus potion? The dew, and the chrysalis, and the Mandrake leaf?" Hermione pleaded.
"I'm dead," James answered with a frown.
"But you were sitting on my bed just now!" Hermione scowled, "Try to get something from another place and bring it here."
"Yes Ma'am!" He said mock saluting and vanishing. Moments later he had returned holding onto a plate with a delicious-looking chocolate cake slice in it. "Peace offering?"
"I already forgave both of you, but I'll gladly take the cake!" Hermione grinned snatching the plate away and taking a bite from the cake, moaning at the flavor.
"So. . . . can you get me the ingredients?" She asked again.
