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I was just wondering....” \n\nHe raised his camera. \n\n“...if I could get a picture of Harry Potter doing his homework!” \n\n“Um....” Harry started, but before he could speak any coherent words, \n\nClick. \n\nThe camera flashed. \n\n“Thank you, Harry!” Colin said happily, lowering it and already backing toward the door. \n\nThere was a beat.\nThen Ron snorted. \n\nDean lost it completely, laughter bubbling up as he leaned back in his chair. “Homework,” he managed. “That’s a new one.” \n\nHarry dropped his forehead onto the table with a soft thud. \n\n“I am never going to be normal, am I?\" he muttered into the parchment. \n\nRon wiped his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry mate. He’ll run out of ideas eventually.” \n\nHarry groaned. “No, he won’t.” \n\nHe lifted his head, resignation settling in.\n“I can tell,” he said darkly. “He’s only just getting started.” \n\nThe fire crackled on, wholly unsympathetic.\n\n\n\nThe girls’ dormitory was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of floating candles and the occasional rustle of curtains stirred by a draft from the window. Ginny Weasley sat cross-legged on her bed, her precious diary lying open in front of her, quill moving quickly. \n\nThank you, Tom. Professor Morven said my potion was “remarkably well-balanced.” \n\n\nYou did the work, Ginny. I only reminded you what you already knew.\n\n\nGinny smiled despite herself. \n\nYou help me a lot. With Potions. And essays. I don’t think I’d have managed without you.\n\n\nThat’s what friends do, my dear. And I am glad to be yours.\n\n\nSometimes it feels like you’re the only one who really listens.\n\n\nThat’s because I do listen, Tom wrote. You’re my friend, Ginny. My only friend. And I would do anything for you. \n\nGinny’s smile widened, soft and unguarded.\nShe twirled the quill between her fingers, then watched as the ink formed again. \n\nYou’ve been studying all evening. Why don’t you go for a walk? \n\nGinny frowned slightly. \n\nA walk? Why?\n\n\nIt isn’t curfew yet, came the calm reply. And a little fresh air will do you good. You’ve earned it. \n\nGinny glanced instinctively toward the window. The grounds were beginning to darken. It was an odd suggestion. Tom usually encouraged her to rest, or to read, or to write. \n\nStill.... \n\nI suppose I could.\n\n\nExcellent. Take me with you. \n\nGinny closed the diary, still smiling, and slipped it carefully into her pocket. \n\nShe pulled on her shoes, checked that the dormitory was quiet, and made her way toward the stairs. \n\nThe candles flickered as she passed.\nThe castle, as ever, watched in silence as she headed out toward the grounds.\n\n\nThe evening air was cold enough to raise gooseflesh along Ginny’s arms as she stepped out onto the grounds. She took a few steps forward, and then stopped. \n\nSomeone was standing near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. \n\nAt first, Ginny thought it was a trick of the light. Then she recognised the pale hair, loose and bright even in the dark. \n\n“Luna?” she murmured. \n\nLuna Lovegood stood quite still, a little apart from the trees, her hands folded loosely in front of her. She wasn’t looking at the forest.\nShe was smiling. At nothing Ginny could see. \n\nGinny hesitated. She considered calling out. Considered walking over and saying hello, asking what Luna was doing. \n\nThen, without quite knowing why, she felt a small, sharp resistance inside her. Not fear. Not exactly. Just… reluctance. \n\nAs though the moment had already passed.\nGinny turned away. \n\nShe wandered instead along the curved path skirting the lawn, boots crunching softly against frost-stiffened grass. The castle receded behind her as the grounds opened up, quiet and wide. \n\nThat was when she heard it. \n\n<i>CLUCK.</i> \n\nThen another. \n\nGinny tilted her head, listening. The sound came again, unmistakable. \n\n“Roosters?” she whispered. \n\nCurious now, she followed the noise toward the edge of the grounds near Hagrid’s hut, where a warm glow spilled from the windows and smoke curled lazily from the chimney. \n\n“Hello?” she called, a little uncertainly. \n\nHagrid looked up from where he was adjusting the latch on a small coop. \n\n“Well I’ll be...” he said, blinking in surprise. “Ginny Weasley, is it? Y’alright there?” \n\nGinny smiled, relieved. “Yes, sir. I heard the noise and wondered.... are those your roosters?” \n\nHagrid’s face split into a broad grin. “Are they ever. Loud as thunder, they are. Wake me up every mornin’ at the crack o’ dawn, whether I like it or not.\" He then added warmly, \"And you can call me Hagrid, child.\" \n\nGinny laughed softly. “They sound… very awake Hagrid.\" \n\n“Too awake,” Hagrid said fondly. “Persistent little blighters.” \n\nGinny glanced around, then back at him. “Do you... do you spend all your time here then?\" \n\nHagrid barked out a laugh. “Me? Oh no, not hardly. Every mornin’, ‘fore breakfast, I walk the peripheries o’ the Forest with Professor Moody. He checks the wards, makes sure everythin’s still where it ought to be.\" \n\nGinny’s eyes widened slightly. “Every morning?” \n\n“Like clockwork,” Hagrid said. \"The Professor's an ex auror, as I'm sure ya know. But I know that Forest like the back of my hand. And of course I got all my duties as a groundskeeper.\" \n\nGinny looked thoughtful. \n\nHagrid straightened and glanced toward the castle. “Ya know, curfew’s near done, Ginny. Wouldn’t want you gettin’ in trouble wanderin’ about.” \n\nGinny nodded quickly. “Of course. Thank you, Hagrid.” \n\nShe turned back toward the path. As she walked away, the roosters clucked again, sharp and insistent under the darkening sky.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n<i>October 29, 1994. Hogsmeade </i>\n\n\nThe letter had arrived shortly after breakfast.\nDraco had recognised it immediately - sleek, pale-feathered, bearing the Malfoy crest.\n\nThe parchment was thick, expensive, the ink pressed deep into the fibres. \n\nIt was from his father. \n\nLucius Malfoy had ordered his son to remain at Hogwarts for Samhain. Telling him that circumstances at the castle may soon become... instructive. And that it was important for him, the Malfoy heir, to report to his parents anything unusual he might see. Details mattered. \n\nThat was all. No explanations. No elaboration. \n\nDraco tasted the words , let them settle. \n\nHis father had used this particular tone before, not when giving orders, but when expecting results. When something was being set in motion. \n\nA fragment of memory surfaced. Lucius standing near the hearth last weekend, cane resting against his palm, voice low and thoughtful. \n\nHogwarts has grown… cluttered, he had said. A great many things have been allowed to linger. \n\nDraco’s mouth curved into a small, anticipatory smile. As he walked the streets of Hogsmeade with his friends, he suspected some things were finally about to be put in order.\n\n\nThe Three Broomsticks was crowded and cheerful, steam fogging the windows and laughter spilling over from nearly every table. The smell of baked apples and warm pastry hung thick in the air. \n\nHarry leaned back in his chair, brushing sugar from his fingers, while Ron looked as though he was contemplating a second, possibly third, cinnamon twist. \n\nHermione sat opposite them, teacup cradled between her hands, expression thoughtful rather than indulgent. \n\n“I was wondering,” she said casually, “have either of you given any thought to what electives you’ll choose next year?” \n\nBoth boys groaned in perfect, practiced unison. \n\n“Oh no,” Ron said. “Not this.” \n\n“Next year’s problem,” Harry added. “Future Harry can deal with it.” \n\nRon nodded vigorously. “Exactly. I’ll decide when next year actually turns up.” \n\nHarry laughed and nudged Hermione lightly with his foot under the table. “Honestly, Hermione, relax. It’s not even November yet. We’ve got ages.” \n\nHermione took a sip of her tea. \n\n“I’ve already decided,” she said. \n\nHarry blinked. “You have?” \n\nRon stared at her as if she’d just announced she’d finished all her NEWTs early. “All of them?” \n\n“Yes.” \n\nRon slumped back in his chair. “Of course you have.” \n\nHarry shook his head, half amused, half resigned. “Let me guess. Everything?” \n\nHermione smiled, small, precise, and entirely unapologetic. \n\n“Not everything,” she said. “Just what’s useful.” \n\nRon groaned again and reached for another pastry. \n\nHarry watched her over the rim of his mug, curiosity flickering beneath the humour.\nUseful, with Hermione, Harry had learned, usually meant necessary.\n\n\nThe bell above the door jingled, letting in a rush of cold air and a familiar, breathless energy. \n\n“Harry! There you are!” \n\nHarry sighed. \n\nColin Creevey stood just inside the doorway, cheeks flushed from the cold, magical camera already hanging around his neck like a badge of honour. His eyes had locked on their table with uncanny accuracy. \n\nHe hurried over, nearly colliding with a passing witch and apologising profusely without breaking stride. \n\n“Hi, Harry!” he said brightly. “Hi, Ron! Hi, Hermione!” \n\nHermione blinked, a little startled. \n\n“Hello, Colin,” she said politely. \n\n“I was hoping I’d run into you,” Colin continued, practically bouncing. “I mean, Harry Potter, obviously, but also Hermione Granger. You’re the top student in second year! You’ve already got more points than anyone!” \n\nHermione flushed. “That’s… very kind of you.” \n\nColin beamed, clearly delighted to have delivered this important information. He shifted the camera in his hands, eyes darting between Harry and Hermione. \n\n“Would you mind if I took a picture?” he asked eagerly. “Of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger together?” \n\nHermione froze. \n\nHarry glanced at her, surprised, then shrugged lightly. He leaned closer and murmured, “It couldn’t hurt.” \n\nShe hesitated for half a second, then nodded. \n\n“All right,” she said. \n\nColin raised the camera, grinning from ear to ear. \n\n“Brilliant! Just like that...” \n\nThe flash flared briefly, capturing the moment. Harry’s easy grin, Hermione’s composed but uncertain expression, the edge of warmth between them. \n\nRon’s good humour evaporated. \n\n“Oi!\" he snapped, twisting in his chair as Colin lingered uncertainly by the table. “We were in the middle of a conversation, you know.” \n\nColin’s smile faltered. \n\n“Oh... I... sorry,” he said quickly, shoulders drooping. He tightened his grip on the camera strap. “I didn’t mean to...” \n\nBefore he could finish, a familiar, lazy drawl cut cleanly through the noise of the pub. \n\n“Potter.” \n\nThey all turned. \n\nDraco Malfoy stood a few paces away, flanked by his usual entourage, pale hair immaculate, expression sharpened into something openly contemptuous. His eyes flicked over the table at Harry, Ron, and then lingered, deliberately, on Hermione and Colin. \n\n“Well,” Draco said, lips curling, “you certainly have a knack for attracting filth.”\nHermione went very still. \n\n“Famous Harry Potter,” Draco continued, \"Hero of all Mudbloods.” \n\nThe word had the desired effect. \n\nRon was on his feet before either Harry or Hermione could even react, chair scraping loudly against the floor. \n\n“Get lost, Malfoy,” Ron snarled, stepping right into Draco’s space. “Or I’ll...” \n\n“Ron,” Hermione said sharply, tugging at his sleeve. “Don’t. He isn’t worth it.” \n\nDraco’s gaze slid to her, amused. \n\nUp close, his smile was cold and satisfied. \n\n“Careful there, Granger,” he said, with mock softness. “You might find one day you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.” \n\nFor a moment, Hermione held his gaze. Steady, unreadable. \n\nThen Draco stepped back, clearly pleased with himself. \n\n“Come on,” he said to his friends. “Some of us still have standards.” \n\nThey turned and stalked off, green and silver vanishing into the crowd. \n\nThe table felt smaller once they were gone.\nHarry broke the silence first. \n\n“What the hell was that about?” he demanded. “What did he mean?” \n\nHermione picked up her teacup, “Nothing, I'm sure” she said lightly. “Just Malfoy being Malfoy. Don’t think about it.” \n\nRon sat back down hard, still fuming.\nHarry watched her for a long moment, unconvinced. Hermione took a sip of tea and met his eyes calmly. \n\nSome things, she knew, were better dismissed aloud, even when they lodged quietly, and refused to leave.\n\n\n\nThe trio parted near the centre of Hogsmeade. \n\nHarry and Ron drifted off with Dean and Seamus toward the Quidditch supply shop, already arguing cheerfully about broom polish and grip charms, while Hermione turned down a narrower side street, after telling the boys she'd see them back at the castle. \n\nThe shop she headed for did not announce itself. Its sign was small and faded, the lettering nearly rubbed away by time, and the front window was cluttered with uneven stacks of books rather than displays. Some were bound in cracked leather, others in cloth so worn the titles had long since vanished. \n\nHermione stepped inside. The bell above the door chimed softly. \n\nThe shop smelled, almost overwhelmingly, of dust and old parchment. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, sagging under the weight of books that had been handled, loved, and forgotten in equal measure.\nAn old witch sat behind the counter, hair silver and pinned back loosely, spectacles perched low on her nose as she read. \n\nShe looked up as Hermione approached. “Looking for something in particular, dear?” \n\nHermione hesitated only a moment. “Yes,” she said. “Do you have any books about House-elves? Their history...” \n\nThe witch studied her over the rim of her spectacles. \n\nFor a long moment, she said nothing, just studied Hermione’s face. Then said, “Yes, I think I have what you're looking for. Wait here.” \n\nShe disappeared into the back of the shop. When the witch returned, she carried three books. \n\nThey were ancient, their bindings cracked, pages yellowed, titles barely legible. \n\nShe placed them gently on the counter. \n\n“These are not… popular texts,” the witch said quietly. “Information regarding elves has been strictly controlled by the Ministry for a very long time. What little survives tends to vanish.” \n\nHermione’s eyes traced the spines reverently. \n\n“I would appreciate it, child” the witch continued, “if you didn’t mention where you found them. My shop has managed to avoid attention so far. I’d like to keep it that way.” \n\nHermione looked up. “I understand.” \n\nThe witch named the price without ceremony. “That'll be one Galleon and thirty Sickles.” \n\nHermione reached into her purse and placed two Galleons on the counter. \n\n“Please, keep the change,” she said. \n\nThe witch blinked, then smiled warmly. \n\nHermione gathered the books carefully, sliding them into her bag as though they were fragile things. Which they were, given the state of them. \n\nAt the door, she paused and glanced back.\n“Thank you,” she said. \n\nThe witch inclined her head. “Anytime, sweet girl” \n\nThe bell chimed again as Hermione stepped back into the cold air of Hogsmeade. \n\nShe walked away with her bag heavier than before, not just with books, but with knowledge the world had decided she wasn’t meant to have. And she had never been very good at respecting such decisions.",
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      "title": "Toil and Trouble Chapter 19 : Unremembered hours - Part 1 of 3 (A Harry Potter fanfiction)",
      "body": "![hogwarts_castle_wallpaper_by_hardgamerpt_d3gt1em-fullview.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmRat5oj93tmth4Wphepr3CHSQYiryL2ZT7BtnxLFZgGhG/hogwarts_castle_wallpaper_by_hardgamerpt_d3gt1em-fullview.jpg)\n\n[Source](https://www.deviantart.com/hardgamerpt/art/Hogwarts-Castle-wallpaper-209627230)\n\n\n<i>October 24, 1994. The Great Hall, Hogwarts </i>\n\n\nUnrest Spreads in Peripheral Wizarding Communities \n\nBy Miranda Cresswell, Senior Correspondent \n\nConcern is mounting across Wizarding Britain following a series of violent disturbances reported in and around several peripheral communities with historically high concentrations of non-traditional magical residents. Officials confirm that the most severe incidents have occurred near Thornemere Hollow, a mixed-settlement region long known for its tenuous integration into established wizarding governance. \n\nAccording to preliminary reports from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, multiple altercations over the past fortnight have resulted in injuries to several half-blood and pure-blood wizards and witches, with property damage extending to private residences and longstanding magical landmarks. Auror patrols have since been increased in the area as a precautionary measure. \n\nWhile investigations remain ongoing, sources within the Ministry indicate that the unrest may be linked to the activities of a small but organised band of rogue Muggle-borns, believed to have been operating independently of recognised magical institutions. These individuals are suspected of employing increasingly aggressive methods, raising concerns about the radicalisation of certain elements within already volatile communities. \n\n“This appears to be a tragic but familiar pattern,” said one senior Ministry official, speaking on condition of anonymity. “When boundaries are tested and traditions disregarded, tensions inevitably rise. The Ministry’s priority is, as always, the safety of law-abiding witches and wizards.” \n\nNotably, no fatalities have been confirmed at this time, though Healers at St Mungo’s, and other hospitals, report treating a number of patients suffering from curse-related injuries. The Ministry has declined to release further identifying details, citing the sensitivity of the situation and the need to avoid unnecessary panic. \n\nResidents in neighbouring regions have expressed growing unease, with some calling for clearer safeguards and stronger oversight to prevent similar disturbances from spreading. Others have questioned whether existing integration measures have gone far enough to ensure mutual responsibility and respect within the magical community. \n\nThe Wizengamot is expected to convene later this month to discuss the situation, amid renewed debate over public safety, magical accountability, and the preservation of wizarding order during what many are calling a period of increasing uncertainty.\n\n\n\nThe Daily Prophet lay folded beside Hermione’s plate, its headline creased where she had pressed her thumb too hard against the parchment. \n\nThe Great Hall was already full, with the clatter of cutlery and the low roar of conversation, but Hermione registered it only distantly. Her eyes moved back over the article, slower this time, less as a reader and more as an examiner. \n\nShe had learned, over the past year, how much could be said without ever being stated. \n\n<i>Peripheral communities.</i> \n\nHer gaze lingered on the paragraph listing the injured. Half-bloods. Pure-bloods. The phrasing was careful, almost courteous. Names omitted. Details deferred. And yet, there it was again, the quiet absence.\nNo Muggle-borns mentioned as victims. Only as a collective problem. \n\n<i>Non-traditional magical residents.</i> \n\nHermione exhaled slowly and folded the paper inward, obscuring the headline but not discarding it. Discarding implied dismissal. This required memory. \n\nShe remembered Edmond Ashworth's speech well enough. \n\nForgiveness is the cornerstone of magical society, he'd said. \n\nWe move forward by refusing to be defined by old divisions. \n\nSuspicion only breeds further harm. \n\nShe found those ideas to be admirable. She knew them to be sensible. Necessary, even.\nBut there were always those times when she wondered who forgiveness was meant to serve. \n\nShe imagined Thornemere Hollow as it must actually be. Not the abstracted place of the article, but a real one. She wondered how many incidents had gone unreported before violence became the only language left to them. \n\nAnd how many would be reported now.  Selectively. \n\nTruth, she was learning, did not arrive fully formed. It had to be sought. And often, it had to be sought from people willing to admit what the official record would not. \n\nHer thoughts drifted, inevitably, to Arthur Weasley. He would know, she thought. Or at least, he would know how to ask without being punished for it. He had access, not the kind that announced itself, but the kind that listened. \n\nYule break was only a few weeks away.\nHermione folded the newspaper neatly and slid it into her bag. She would ask Mr Weasley then.\n\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n<i>October 24, 1995. Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch </i>\n\n\nThe late October wind over the Quidditch pitch was sharp enough to sting, whipping across the stands and rattling the goal hoops with a hollow, metallic clang. The Gryffindor junior team stood in a loose semicircle, brooms tucked under arms, shoulders hunched against the cold. \n\nOliver Wood, by contrast, looked invigorated.\n“RIGHT!,” he bellowed, clapping his hands together with a crack that echoed across the pitch. “Before we start, I want everyone to remember why we’re here.” \n\nHarry shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His fingers tightened around his broom handle. \n\nBeside him, Katie Bell stared resolutely at a distant patch of sky, her expression one of profound spiritual endurance. \n\n“We are not here,” Oliver continued, pacing back and forth like a general addressing troops before battle, “to fly around.” \n\nHarry closed his eyes. \n\n“We are not here to have fun.” \n\nKatie inhaled slowly through her nose. \n\n“We are here,” Oliver said, jabbing a finger at the air for emphasis, “to build discipline. Precision. UNITY.” \n\nHe stopped abruptly in front of them, eyes blazing. \n\n“Because Quidditch,” he declared, “is WAR.” \n\nThere was a brief, brittle silence. \n\nHarry cracked one eye open and glanced sideways at Katie. She met his gaze. One eyebrow twitched upward in a silent <i>help me.</i> \n\nFrom behind them, Fred and George Weasley leaned casually on their brooms, mirroring each other with uncanny precision. Fred caught Harry’s eye and offered a slow, sympathetic smirk. George followed it up with an exaggerated nod. Welcome to hell.\nOliver resumed pacing. \n\n“Now,” he said, voice dropping into what he clearly believed was a gravely inspiring register, “I’ve been thinking about our formation.” \n\nHarry’s stomach sank. \n\n“We’ve been predictable,” Oliver continued, “Safe. Comfortable.” \n\nNo one spoke. Somewhere in the distance, a raven cawed. \n\n“That ends today.” \n\nKatie’s mouth tightened. \n\n“We’re going to run the Hawkshead Attacking Formation,” Oliver announced, “but faster. Tighter. With zero margin for error.” \n\nAngelina Johnson raised a hand. “Isn’t that the one that requires everyone to fly within about half a metre of each other at full speed?” \n\n“Yes,” Oliver said brightly. \n\n“And didn’t the Holyhead Harpies ban it after three broken collarbones?”, asked Parvati. \n\nOliver waved this off. “Details.” \n\nFred leaned toward George. “I give it five minutes.” \n\n“Generous,” George murmured. \n\nOliver turned sharply. “If anyone is feeling nervous,” he said, eyes scanning the group, “now would be a good time to remember that fear is just the body’s way of sharpening the mind.” \n\nHarry bit the inside of his cheek. \n\n“Right then!” Oliver clapped his hands again. “Mount up!” \n\nAs brooms swung between legs and the team prepared to launch, Harry caught Katie’s eye once more. \n\n“If I die,” he muttered under his breath, “tell my owl I loved her.” \n\nKatie snorted despite herself. “If I die,” she replied, “I’m haunting Oliver first.” \n\nFred and George kicked off simultaneously, whooping as they rose into the air. \n\n“Told you,” Fred called cheerfully. “Hell.”\n\n\nBy the time Oliver finally called an end to practice, the Gryffindor team looked as though they had survived a minor natural disaster. \n\n“Good work,” Oliver said, beaming, as if none of them were trembling slightly from exertion. “We’ll run it again tomorrow.” \n\nA collective groan rose from the team as they dismounted, boots crunching against the frost-hardened grass. \n\nHarry slung his Firebolt over his shoulder and turned toward the changing rooms, and nearly collided with the front edge of the incoming Slytherin junior team. \n\nGreen and silver streamed onto the pitch with military neatness, brooms gleaming, expressions cool and evaluative. At their head, right beside Captain Marcus Flint, was Draco Malfoy, immaculate as ever, his gaze flicking immediately, inevitably, to Harry’s broom. \n\n“Well,” Draco drawled, lips curling into something sharp and humourless, “I see Gryffindor’s decided to compensate early this season.” \n\nHarry stopped. So did everyone else. \n\nHe looked down at the Firebolt, then back up at Draco, tilting his head thoughtfully. \n\n“Funny,” Harry said mildly. “I was just thinking the same thing. Is that the best model your father could get legally these days?” \n\nA beat. \n\nFred choked on a laugh. George didn’t even bother to hide his grin. \n\nDraco’s smile tightened. “Careful, Potter. That broom might be fast, but it won’t help you if you can’t keep your seat.” \n\nHarry’s eyes flicked briefly to Draco’s own broom, then back to his face. \n\n“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve noticed Slytherins tend to fall off when things don’t go exactly their way.” \n\nThe air crackled, not with magic, but with the familiar, electric tension of old rivalry sharpened by something newer and less playful. \n\nFor a moment, it looked as though Draco might walk away. \n\nThen he smiled - cold, controlled. \n\n“Enjoy it while you can, Potter,” he said softly. “Brooms have a way of changing hands.” \n\nHarry stepped closer, just enough to make the point land. \n\n“So do victories,” he replied. \n\nBehind them, Parvati had entered Prefect mode, “Right! Off the pitch, Gryffindors! Lets go.” \n\nHarry turned away without another glance, Firebolt light against his shoulder. \n\nAs they left, Fred leaned in. “Ten points for tone.” \n\n“Twenty for accuracy,” George added with a grin. Harry grinned back.\n\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n<i>October 28, 1994. Hogwarts Academic Wing </i>\n\n\nProfessor Marcella Mulqueen, the first and second year Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, did not raise her voice. She never needed to. \n\nThe cage on her desk rattled violently, thin iron bars shuddering as something small, blue, and deeply malicious hurled itself against them from the inside. \n\n\"Does anyone know what these are?\", the professor asked. \n\nHermione Granger's hand immediately went up in the air. \n\n\"Cornish Pixies\", Hermione replied, \"Juveniles, judging by the pitch of the shrieking.\" \n\n\"Yes, correct\", after a pause the professor added, \"Five points to Slytherin. \n\nHer eyes roamed over the rest of the class. \n\n“Today,” she said calmly, “you will each face a single Pixie.” \n\nA collective intake of breath rippled through the Slytherin benches. \n\n“You will not,” Mulqueen continued, “be rescued unless you are in genuine danger. You will not be paired. And you will not attempt anything beyond basic defensive spells. Is that understood?\" \n\nSeveral heads nodded. \n\nThe Pixies screamed louder, as if offended by the restraint implied. \n\n“Pixies,” Mulqueen said, “are not Dark creatures. But they are malicious, fast, and irritating, which makes them excellent teachers for basic defence.\" \n\nHer wand tapped the cage once. \n\n“I will release them one at a time.”\nA pause. \n\n“If anyone screams,” she added mildly, “they will repeat the exercise at the end of class.” \n\nPansy Parkinson swallowed audibly, and grabbed Draco Malfoy’s hand. He, without sparing her a glance, detached his hand from hers. \n\nRowan Hale went first. \n\nThe Pixie burst from the cage like a tiny blue projectile, cackling shrilly as it zig-zagged toward him. 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Officials confirm that the most severe incidents have occurred near Thornemere Hollow, a mixed-settlement region long known for its tenuous integration into established wizarding governance. \n\nAccording to preliminary reports from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, multiple altercations over the past fortnight have resulted in injuries to several half-blood and pure-blood wizards and witches, with property damage extending to private residences and longstanding magical landmarks. Auror patrols have since been increased in the area as a precautionary measure. \n\nWhile investigations remain ongoing, sources within the Ministry indicate that the unrest may be linked to the activities of a small but organised band of rogue Muggle-borns, believed to have been operating independently of recognised magical institutions. These individuals are suspected of employing increasingly aggressive methods, raising concerns about the radicalisation of certain elements within already volatile communities. \n\n“This appears to be a tragic but familiar pattern,” said one senior Ministry official, speaking on condition of anonymity. “When boundaries are tested and traditions disregarded, tensions inevitably rise. The Ministry’s priority is, as always, the safety of law-abiding witches and wizards.” \n\nNotably, no fatalities have been confirmed at this time, though Healers at St Mungo’s, and other hospitals, report treating a number of patients suffering from curse-related injuries. The Ministry has declined to release further identifying details, citing the sensitivity of the situation and the need to avoid unnecessary panic. \n\nResidents in neighbouring regions have expressed growing unease, with some calling for clearer safeguards and stronger oversight to prevent similar disturbances from spreading. Others have questioned whether existing integration measures have gone far enough to ensure mutual responsibility and respect within the magical community. \n\nThe Wizengamot is expected to convene later this month to discuss the situation, amid renewed debate over public safety, magical accountability, and the preservation of wizarding order during what many are calling a period of increasing uncertainty.\n\n\n\nThe Daily Prophet lay folded beside Hermione’s plate, its headline creased where she had pressed her thumb too hard against the parchment. \n\nThe Great Hall was already full, with the clatter of cutlery and the low roar of conversation, but Hermione registered it only distantly. Her eyes moved back over the article, slower this time, less as a reader and more as an examiner. \n\nShe had learned, over the past year, how much could be said without ever being stated. \n\n<i>Peripheral communities.</i> \n\nHer gaze lingered on the paragraph listing the injured. Half-bloods. Pure-bloods. The phrasing was careful, almost courteous. Names omitted. Details deferred. And yet, there it was again, the quiet absence.\nNo Muggle-borns mentioned as victims. Only as a collective problem. \n\n<i>Non-traditional magical residents.</i> \n\nHermione exhaled slowly and folded the paper inward, obscuring the headline but not discarding it. Discarding implied dismissal. This required memory. \n\nShe remembered Edmond Ashworth's speech well enough. \n\nForgiveness is the cornerstone of magical society, he'd said. \n\nWe move forward by refusing to be defined by old divisions. \n\nSuspicion only breeds further harm. \n\nShe found those ideas to be admirable. She knew them to be sensible. Necessary, even.\nBut there were always those times when she wondered who forgiveness was meant to serve. \n\nShe imagined Thornemere Hollow as it must actually be. Not the abstracted place of the article, but a real one. She wondered how many incidents had gone unreported before violence became the only language left to them. \n\nAnd how many would be reported now.  Selectively. \n\nTruth, she was learning, did not arrive fully formed. It had to be sought. And often, it had to be sought from people willing to admit what the official record would not. \n\nHer thoughts drifted, inevitably, to Arthur Weasley. He would know, she thought. Or at least, he would know how to ask without being punished for it. He had access, not the kind that announced itself, but the kind that listened. \n\nYule break was only a few weeks away.\nHermione folded the newspaper neatly and slid it into her bag. She would ask Mr Weasley then.\n\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n<i>October 24, 1995. Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch </i>\n\n\nThe late October wind over the Quidditch pitch was sharp enough to sting, whipping across the stands and rattling the goal hoops with a hollow, metallic clang. The Gryffindor junior team stood in a loose semicircle, brooms tucked under arms, shoulders hunched against the cold. \n\nOliver Wood, by contrast, looked invigorated.\n“RIGHT!,” he bellowed, clapping his hands together with a crack that echoed across the pitch. “Before we start, I want everyone to remember why we’re here.” \n\nHarry shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His fingers tightened around his broom handle. \n\nBeside him, Katie Bell stared resolutely at a distant patch of sky, her expression one of profound spiritual endurance. \n\n“We are not here,” Oliver continued, pacing back and forth like a general addressing troops before battle, “to fly around.” \n\nHarry closed his eyes. \n\n“We are not here to have fun.” \n\nKatie inhaled slowly through her nose. \n\n“We are here,” Oliver said, jabbing a finger at the air for emphasis, “to build discipline. Precision. UNITY.” \n\nHe stopped abruptly in front of them, eyes blazing. \n\n“Because Quidditch,” he declared, “is WAR.” \n\nThere was a brief, brittle silence. \n\nHarry cracked one eye open and glanced sideways at Katie. She met his gaze. One eyebrow twitched upward in a silent <i>help me.</i> \n\nFrom behind them, Fred and George Weasley leaned casually on their brooms, mirroring each other with uncanny precision. Fred caught Harry’s eye and offered a slow, sympathetic smirk. George followed it up with an exaggerated nod. Welcome to hell.\nOliver resumed pacing. \n\n“Now,” he said, voice dropping into what he clearly believed was a gravely inspiring register, “I’ve been thinking about our formation.” \n\nHarry’s stomach sank. \n\n“We’ve been predictable,” Oliver continued, “Safe. Comfortable.” \n\nNo one spoke. Somewhere in the distance, a raven cawed. \n\n“That ends today.” \n\nKatie’s mouth tightened. \n\n“We’re going to run the Hawkshead Attacking Formation,” Oliver announced, “but faster. Tighter. With zero margin for error.” \n\nAngelina Johnson raised a hand. “Isn’t that the one that requires everyone to fly within about half a metre of each other at full speed?” \n\n“Yes,” Oliver said brightly. \n\n“And didn’t the Holyhead Harpies ban it after three broken collarbones?”, asked Parvati. \n\nOliver waved this off. “Details.” \n\nFred leaned toward George. “I give it five minutes.” \n\n“Generous,” George murmured. \n\nOliver turned sharply. “If anyone is feeling nervous,” he said, eyes scanning the group, “now would be a good time to remember that fear is just the body’s way of sharpening the mind.” \n\nHarry bit the inside of his cheek. \n\n“Right then!” Oliver clapped his hands again. “Mount up!” \n\nAs brooms swung between legs and the team prepared to launch, Harry caught Katie’s eye once more. \n\n“If I die,” he muttered under his breath, “tell my owl I loved her.” \n\nKatie snorted despite herself. “If I die,” she replied, “I’m haunting Oliver first.” \n\nFred and George kicked off simultaneously, whooping as they rose into the air. \n\n“Told you,” Fred called cheerfully. “Hell.”\n\n\nBy the time Oliver finally called an end to practice, the Gryffindor team looked as though they had survived a minor natural disaster. \n\n“Good work,” Oliver said, beaming, as if none of them were trembling slightly from exertion. “We’ll run it again tomorrow.” \n\nA collective groan rose from the team as they dismounted, boots crunching against the frost-hardened grass. \n\nHarry slung his Firebolt over his shoulder and turned toward the changing rooms, and nearly collided with the front edge of the incoming Slytherin junior team. \n\nGreen and silver streamed onto the pitch with military neatness, brooms gleaming, expressions cool and evaluative. At their head, right beside Captain Marcus Flint, was Draco Malfoy, immaculate as ever, his gaze flicking immediately, inevitably, to Harry’s broom. \n\n“Well,” Draco drawled, lips curling into something sharp and humourless, “I see Gryffindor’s decided to compensate early this season.” \n\nHarry stopped. So did everyone else. \n\nHe looked down at the Firebolt, then back up at Draco, tilting his head thoughtfully. \n\n“Funny,” Harry said mildly. “I was just thinking the same thing. Is that the best model your father could get legally these days?” \n\nA beat. \n\nFred choked on a laugh. George didn’t even bother to hide his grin. \n\nDraco’s smile tightened. “Careful, Potter. That broom might be fast, but it won’t help you if you can’t keep your seat.” \n\nHarry’s eyes flicked briefly to Draco’s own broom, then back to his face. \n\n“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve noticed Slytherins tend to fall off when things don’t go exactly their way.” \n\nThe air crackled, not with magic, but with the familiar, electric tension of old rivalry sharpened by something newer and less playful. \n\nFor a moment, it looked as though Draco might walk away. \n\nThen he smiled - cold, controlled. \n\n“Enjoy it while you can, Potter,” he said softly. “Brooms have a way of changing hands.” \n\nHarry stepped closer, just enough to make the point land. \n\n“So do victories,” he replied. \n\nBehind them, Parvati had entered Prefect mode, “Right! Off the pitch, Gryffindors! Lets go.” \n\nHarry turned away without another glance, Firebolt light against his shoulder. \n\nAs they left, Fred leaned in. “Ten points for tone.” \n\n“Twenty for accuracy,” George added with a grin. Harry grinned back.\n\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n<i>October 28, 1994. Hogwarts Academic Wing </i>\n\n\nProfessor Marcella Mulqueen, the first and second year Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, did not raise her voice. 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Is that understood?\" \n\nSeveral heads nodded. \n\nThe Pixies screamed louder, as if offended by the restraint implied. \n\n“Pixies,” Mulqueen said, “are not Dark creatures. But they are malicious, fast, and irritating, which makes them excellent teachers for basic defence.\" \n\nHer wand tapped the cage once. \n\n“I will release them one at a time.”\nA pause. \n\n“If anyone screams,” she added mildly, “they will repeat the exercise at the end of class.” \n\nPansy Parkinson swallowed audibly, and grabbed Draco Malfoy’s hand. He, without sparing her a glance, detached his hand from hers. \n\nRowan Hale went first. \n\nThe Pixie burst from the cage like a tiny blue projectile, cackling shrilly as it zig-zagged toward him. Rowan yelped, raised his wand too late, and lost it entirely as the Pixie snatched it mid-air and flung it across the room. \n\nLaughter erupted. \n\n“Expelli...” Rowan shouted helplessly, empty handed, as the Pixie yanked his hair and cackled mockingly. \n\nMulqueen flicked her wand. \n\n“Enough.” \n\nThe Pixie froze mid-cackle, having been immobilised. \n\n“Retrieve your wand, Mr Hale,” she said. “And your dignity.” \n\nLysandra Quince fared little better. \n\nHer Pixie swooped low, shrieking gleefully as it looped around her head and tugged viciously at her plait. \n\n“Protego!” Lysandra cried. \n\nThe shield flared, half a second too late, and the Pixie bounced off it backwards, stunned more by surprise than spellwork. \n\nMulqueen raised an eyebrow. “Effective. 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She squealed. \n\nMulqueen didn’t even sigh, she stepped in, wand flicking sharply. \n\nThe Pixie froze inches from Pansy’s nose.\n“Sit” Mulqueen said. “We will revisit this later.” \n\nPansy fled back to her seat. \n\nBlaise Zabini watched his Pixie carefully. The first spell, he missed. The second barwly grazed a wing. The third was a clean hit. \n\nThe Pixie dropped like a stone. \n\nMulqueen inclined her head. “Good spellwork.” \n\nDraco’s turn followed. \n\nHis jaw tightened. He waited, and struck on the second attempt, timing the Pixie’s dive perfectly, and successfully stunned it. \n\nMulqueen nodded approvingly. \"Well done\", she said. \n\nDaphne Greengrass raised her wand and cast Stupefy immediately. \n\nThe spell flew past the Pixie she was supposed to stun, and went straight into the cage. \n\nA Pixie still inside collapsed with a tiny shriek. \n\nThere was a beat. Then laughter.\nMulqueen’s mouth twitched. “Impressive spellwork. But you require spatial awareness, Miss Greengrass.” \n\nDaphne flushed. “Yes, Professor.” \n\nHermione Granger did not hesitate. \n\nThe Pixie barely cleared the cage before she snapped, “Immobulus\". The incantation was as clear as her wand movement was confident. \n\nThe creature froze mid-air, arms flailing uselessly. Silence followed. \n\nMulqueen looked at Hermione with open interest. “Efficient,” she said. “Textbook application.” \n\nHermione inclined her head and went back to her seat without comment. \n\nVincent Crabbe went last. \n\nThe Pixie took his wand immediately, and raised it. Crabbe let out a comical yelp. Mulqueen stunned the Pixie before it could attempt spellcasting. \n\nProfessor Mulqueen closed the cage with a precise click. The Pixies inside shrieked in frustrated unison as the locking charm settled, the iron bars dulling to a sullen grey. For a moment, she simply stood there, hands resting on the desk, eyes sweeping over the class. \n\n“Overall,” she said evenly, “adequate. A few students did stand out.\" \n\nAfter a beat, “Mr Malfoy.” Her gaze flicked to Draco. “Fifteen points to Slytherin. For controlled and deliberate spellcasting.” \n\nDraco inclined his head, satisfaction carefully muted. \n\n“Mr Zabini.” She turned. “Ten points. Good judgment. Clean execution.” \n\nBlaise acknowledged it with a faint smile, already relaxed. \n\n“Miss Greengrass.” Mulqueen’s tone did not change. “Ten points for spell strength, despite misdirected focus.” \n\nDaphne nodded with a small smile, relief flooding her expression. \n\nThere was a pause. \n\nHermione felt it before her name was spoken, the slight tightening in the air, the way Mulqueen’s fingers curled once against the edge of the desk. \n\n“Miss Granger, your response,” Mulqueen said, carefully measured, “was immediate. Appropriate. And effective.” \n\nAnother pause. Shorter this time. \n\n“Twenty points to Slytherin.” \n\nHermione inclined her head in acknowledgment, expression unreadable. \n\n“Lesson concluded,” she said. “Your homework is two feet of parchment on Pixie containment” \n\nHermione wrote it down before the ink had finished drying. Some lessons, she had already learned, were better absorbed early.",
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