"I love you." "Was that a lie too?"
In which Analise Elrod, Harry Potter's best friend since even before they attended Hogwarts, discovers something leaving her to choose a side.
Harry Potter x Oc
Slow burn
Years 1-7 (it's fine to skip to year 3)
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White Christmas · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Snow had piled up on Hogwarts grounds as students began preparing for Christmas. In the cold, the golden trio, Analise, and Hagrid walked side by side talking about the famous quidditch game that happened months ago.
"Analise really surprised everyone that game, yeah? I couldn't keep my mouth closed!" Hagrid complimented.
"Well, no one really talks about me that game anyway," Analise shrugged.
"Harry left a pretty big impact because he's the chosen one."
"Don't forget, Snape cursed Harry's broom as well," Ron added.
"Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Hagrid furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?" Harry shrugged.
Hagrid stopped walking to turn towards them suspiciously, "Who told you 'bout Fluffy?"
"Fluffy? That thing has a name?" Hermione asked.
"Well, of course, he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..." Hagrid stopped abruptly.
"Yes?" Harry tilted his head wanting him to continue.
"Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is."
"But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it."
"Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher."
"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking," Hermione argued.
"Exactly," Harry nodded in agreement.
Hagrid sighed, "Now, you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."
"Nicholas Flamel?"
"I shouldn't say that. I should not have said that" Hagrid mumbled walking away, "I should have not said that..."
"Nicholas Flamel. Who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry turned to Hermione.
"I don't know," Hermione shook her head.
"Fluffy, what a name. Especially for a three-headed dog," Analise shrugged.
