「 to redeem the work of fools 」

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[ VOLUME THREE ]

CHAPTER SEVENTY;
to redeem the work of fools

[ MID APRIL, 96' ]


Harry Potter,










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'I was dreaming in my dreaming
Of an aspect bright and fair
And my sleeping, it was broken
But my dream, it lingered near
In the form of shining valleys
Where the pure air recognised
And my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
That the people have the power
Upon the meek the graces shower

Vengeful aspect became suspect
And bending low as if to hear
And the armies ceased advancing
Because the people had their ear
And the shepherds and the soldiers
Lay beneath the stars
Exchanging visions and laying arms
To waste in the dust'






CW: one paragraph references death and substance abuse/ how the overwhelming theme of loss could be what prevents Hera from casting her Patronus.






Producing a Patronus in the middle of a brightly lit classroom when they were not under threat was fundamentally different to producing it when confronted by something like a Dementor, and where Harry was keen to remind them Hera felt such advice applicable to most situations.

Had it not been for the D.A. lessons, Harry thought he would have been extremely unhappy. It became painstakingly obvious how much of himself Harry was exerting into this — often feeling that he was living for the hours he spent in the Room of Requirement. He'd always been an exceptionally hard worker and truthfully it made a difference that he was enjoying himself, swelling with pride as he looked around at his fellow D.A. members and saw how far each of them had come.

At times the Twins or Hera would joke about being taught by Harry, but in all honesty it never felt it; Fred and George's exceptional magic in their products had been proof enough of this, and through no help of his own, his older sister was becoming an avid dueller.

It seemed the only area she was struggling in was her Patronus — unable to form anything past a few feeble wisps of silver smoke from her wand tip for months now.

"Oh, don't be such a killjoy, "
Cho had said brightly, watching her silvery swan-shaped Patronus soar around the Room of Requirement during their last lesson before Easter.
"They're so pretty!"

"They're not supposed to be pretty, they're supposed to protect you, " Harry returned, frowning, "What we really need is a boggart or something; that's how I learned, I had to conjure a Patronus while the boggart was pretending to be a dementor— "

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