A 𝑯𝑱𝑷 𝑿 𝑭𝒆𝒎. 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝑪 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.
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╰┈➤ 𝑰𝒏 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉
𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 started his Hogwarts journey in search for his childhood friend he grew up hearing stories a...
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ɢᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ-𝟸𝟷 ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ —✧— ◆ .
Harry, Crystal, Ron, and Hermione proceeded down to the kitchen to give Dobby his new socks.
The house-elves gave them a very cheery welcome, bowing and curtsying and bustling around making tea again. Dobby was ecstatic about his present.
“No chance of more of those eclairs, is there?” said Ron, who was looking around at the beaming and bowing house-elves.
“You’ve just had breakfast!” said Hermione irritably, but a great silver platter of eclairs was already zooming toward them, supported by four elves.
“Dobby, where’s Winky?” said Crystal, who was looking around. This would be her first time meeting her since the Quidditch World Cup despite being in kitchen from time to time.
Harry couldn’t help but notice how focused she’d become on anything related to Crouch and his entire family lately—a kind of obsession that unsettled him.
If only she’d ever obsess over me. That’d be a dream come true... Harry thought, letting out a quiet sigh before rolling his eyes at himself. Like that’s ever going to happen.
Crystal was never the type to obsess over anyone. He didn't think there was a chance for him, because he was afraid to confess his feelings to her all over again.
But sometimes, her small actions made him pause, made him wonder: Did she actually lose her memories?
His fingers instinctively touched the ring hanging from the chain beneath his hoodie, the metal, warm from his body heat, pressed into his chest.
“Winky is over there by the fire, Crystal Calisto,” said Dobby quietly, his ears drooping slightly.
“Oh dear,” said Hermione as she spotted Winky.
Harry looked over at the fireplace too. Winky was sitting on the same stool as last time, but she had allowed herself to become so filthy that she was not immediately distinguishable from the smoke-blackened brick behind her.
Her clothes were ragged and unwashed. She was clutching a bottle of butterbeer and swaying slightly on her stool, staring into the fire. As they watched her, she gave an enormous hiccup.
“Winky is getting through six bottles a day now,” Dobby whispered to Crystal.
"But it's not strong." Crystal said.
But Dobby shook his head. “ ’Tis strong for a house-elf, miss,” he said.
Winky hiccuped again. The elves who had brought the eclairs gave her disapproving looks as they returned to work.
