✔️Azalea Hogwarts (Harry Potter Love Story)

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20th century

AZALEA SAT IN THE KITCHEN ALONE, HER DRESSING GOWN TURNING ALMOST SEE THROUGH DUE TO THE SILVER MOONLIGHT BUT SHE DID NOT MIND AS NO ONE WAS THERE TO SEE.  Her thoughts had spoken too soon because as she watched the moon through the glass panes, she heard the door behind her open.

"I thought everyone was asleep" the voice of Harry Potter spoke and the girl didn't turn to face him, she was sat on the edge of the table facing the window, her hands playing with her sleeves and her eyes watching her silver slippers swing.

"You thought incorrectly" she informed and he moved to the fridge that just so happened to be in front of her to the right. She watched the boy as he removed a jug and brought it to the table with two random teacups he had located.

"Milk?" He asked, looking up at her, she frowned and nodded at him as she slid back onto her feet and made her way towards him. The gown trailing behind her reminded her of her past life and she adored it, she knew that that was why McGonagall had given it to her. "How come you're awake anyway?"

"I could ask you the same question" she replied as she took the cup from his hand, her skin being only a few shades darker then his, their fingers brushed together and Harry startled ever so slightly. Her fingertips were freezing cold though they were not blue and she showed no signs of being cold. This was not all that caught his attention, sparks flew up his arm as though she had magic spilling from her hands but he passed it off as static.

"How about we compromise?" She rose her eyebrows in confusion, encouraging him to continue talking. "I'll tell you why I'm awake if you tell me?" She pondered for a moment, turning slightly away from him and sipping the cold milk before nodding and clinking the teacups together.

"Would you like to go first or shall I?" She queried as she watched Harry sit at the table, she sat back on the table in her original position stiffly. He seemed comfortable in her presence and that confused him.

"I will go first, I've been waiting to tell someone but i just didn't know who" he sighed and prepared to speak, she tilted her head softly to show that he had her undivided attention and began to play with the ribbon that was wrapped around her waist. "Well, has Dumbledore told you what happened last year?" He questioned nervously.

"He has" her voice was gentle and soothed him but not in a way that made him feel like she pitied him, it sounded like she was just naturally calm. "I hope you do not mind that he did so"

"Of course i don't mind, everyone in the wizard world knows what happened" he grumbled and placed his teacup down beside hers on the table.

"What is wrong? You did something heroic, you were brave which is more than can be said for most people your age" she soothed and Harry had an odd sensation for a moment as though he was talking to Dumbledore, the girl had a similar piercing stare and soothing words.

"Nobody believes me, they think I'm crazy" he informed her.

"And do you? Think you are crazy?" she confirmed when he looked up in confusion. He frowned again at her question, contemplating the answer.

"Of course not"

"Then do not listen to them, just because you know something to be true does not mean everyone must believe it. All it means is that you have the power of knowledge over their ignorance. Eventually everyone will believe you but in the meantime, prepare yourself in a way that they will not have time to. Darkness is coming and it is not only combat that is required, you need the mental preparation to know that you will win against all odds." Harry was stumped by her words for a moment.

"That's... Really great advice, nobody has ever put it that way, they are all too focused on alerting everyone"

"Others will believe you in their own time and it is not that they do not believe you, it is that they do not want to believe the world to be anything but safe" she smiled and drank more milk, looking down at the raven haired boy who pondered her words.

"You're really good at advice"

"Well, we may be in Gryffindor but the Ravenclaws were right about one thing" he looked up in confusion "wit beyond measure is mans greatest treasure" she smiled and slipped silently onto her feet. After placing her teacup in the sink, she made to leave the kitchen.

"Wait, Azalea" the daughter of Hogwarts turned to the boy. "You never told me why you were awake" he reminded.

"It is not of importance" she smiled softly "I am merely missing my home" and by that she didn't mean Hogwarts, although she missed it, she missed her parents more.

"How did your parents die...if you don't mind me asking, it's just mine died too" her face softened and she sat opposite him again at the table.

"I was never told how they died" she frowned, silently vowing to ask Helena when they returned to Hogwarts. "Though i feel as though i saw them only yesterday"

"Tell me about them?" He asked "i never really knew mine" he clarified though he had more up his sleeve than just that, he figured she would miss them less if she talked about them.

"Well my mother was brilliantly smart, she always knew the answer to every question i ever asked , she was also startlingly beautiful" she explained Rowena. "My mother was warm and she looked after me, did all the things i took for granted, sang to me and braided my hair" she went on to describe Helga. Tears dribbled down the girls cheeks and she laughed falsely to hide it.

"She sounds amazing" Harry Potter smiled and she nodded as she let the dam break and the tears fall.