Previously called TWO OF THE SAME
❝ It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. ❞
Living with her godmother, Dorcas Meadows, and her uncle, Remus Lupin, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 lives a pretty good life. That's unt...
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HARPER KNEW THAT HERMIONE HAD MEANT WELL, but that didn't stop her from being angry with her. She had been the owner of the best broom in the world for a few short hours, and now, because of Hermione's interference, Harper didn't know whether she would ever see it again. Both she and Harry were positive that there was nothing wrong with the Firebolts now, but what sort of state would it be in once they had been subjected to all sort of anti-jinx tests?
Ron was furious with Hermione, more than Harper was. As fast as he was concerned, the stripping-down of a brand new Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage. Hermione, who remained convinced that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room. Harper knew she had taken refuge in the library and the redhead sometimes joined her since Hermione was still her friend, but they had a mutual agreement not to talk about the Firebolts.
All in all, Harper was glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again.
Oliver sought her and Harry out on the night before term started.
"Had a good Christmas?" he asked, and then, without waiting for an answer, he sat down, lowered his voice and said, "I've been doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After the last match, you know. If the Dementors come to the next one . . . I mean . . . we can't afford you to — well —"
Oliver broke off, looking awkward.
"I'm working on it," Harry quickly said. "Professor Lupin said he'd train me to ward the Dementors off. We should be starting this week; he said he'd have time after Christmas."
"Ah," Oliver said, his expression clearing. "Well, in that case — I really didn't want to lose you as Seeker, Harry. And have you ordered a new broom yet?"
"No," Harry replied.
"What! You'd better get a move on, you know — you can't ride that Shooting Star against Ravenclaw!"
"He and Harper got a Firebolt for Christmas," Ron said.
"A Firebolt?" No! Seriously? A — a real Firebolt?"
