Still searching

Chapter 34

The next night, Harry was wondering around the grounds while Draco went to visit his mother. He was happy for them, he knew Draco would be much happier once he had seen his mother. He was about to go down to Hagrid’s cabin when he heard a scream from above. Someone was dangling off of the Astronomy tower. Two people were trying to pull her up but they weren’t strong enough. Harry didn’t think about what he was doing, he spread his wings and flew up to where the small person was hanging. He grabbed the girl around the waist and landed softly on the floor of the tower.
“Nooly?” The little girl was shaking, she wasn’t crying but her eyes were wide with fear. Same for the other two girls. “Cassandra? Lancey? Can one of you tell me what is going on?” Asked Harry in his best teacher voice. None of them spoke. “Come on. Off to the Headmistresses office. I can’t believe you are all out here when you know it’s out of bounds when you’re not doing Astronomy and it’s after curfew! Consider me disappointed.” He shook his head. The boy ushered the three girls to the Gargoyle and spoke the password. They stepped onto the staircase, the girls still shaking. “Can one of you tell me what happened before we get there?” No answer. “Very well. A hundred and fifty points off of each of your houses and Professor McGonagall will deal with your punishments. Just hope it isn’t the same thing she gave me in first year.” He softened his voice. “I’m sorry girls but I wouldn’t be a very good teacher if I didn’t do this.” The three didn’t say anything, just stared at him in shock.  Harry knocked on the Headmistresses office door.
“Come in.” Said McGonagall. Not only did she sound tired, she looked it as well. Big, dark bags laid under her eyes and her skin was a ghostly white. She was signing a stack of papers. “What is it Potter?” She asked without even a glance up at him.
“We have a problem.” He said gravely. The Headmistress looked up at that.
“What is it?”
“I found Nooly dangling off of the Astronomy tower with Lancey and Cassandra trying to pull her back up. It’s a good thing I’ve been training or I wouldn’t have got there in time.” The teacher went a shade paler if it was possible. She got up and walked swiftly around the desk and stood before the three girls.
“What happened girls?” She asked sharply. Finally, Nooly talked.
“A Slytherin insulted Cassandra and when I told him to stop, he threatened me. He said I would be better off with the Dark Lord.” She said in a shaky voice. “He told me to meet him on the Astronomy tower at midnight. I didn’t want to go but I didn’t want him to make fun of me if I didn’t go.” She had more strength in her voice now. “I knew he would never stop bullying if I didn’t so I went with Lancey and Cassandra to be safe and then without even telling me what was happening he started a duel! Just started sending jinxes flying at me! And he’s a year older than me so he knows more spells than me the little-”
“Nooly.” Harry warned.
“Sorry Professor.” She hung her head in shame. “It got out of control, he cast a jelly legs at me and I fell over the ledge of the tower, he scrammed with his mate and left me to die!”
“Twenty points to Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Three hundred and fifty points from Slytherin.” Whispered Harry under his breath. Then, “Who were these two boys, Nooly?”
“Jack Folmy and Tony Hutswol, Sir.”
“Winky!” Said Professor McGonagall. When the elf appeared, she said, “Go get Professor Quipett and tell him to get Mr Folmy and Mr Hutswol please.”
“Of course, Mistress.” The house elf disappeared with a pop. A few minutes passed in silence with McGonagall surveilling the children. When Professor Quipett appeared, two boys were dragging their feet along in front of him.
“I suppose you both know why you are here. You will all do detention with me for the next week. and I will be taking points off of-”
“Already done Headmistress.”
“How many?”
“A hundred and thirty for each of the girls and a hundred and seventy for both of the boys.”
“But that’s not fair!” Said Folmy.
“Are you saying I am not doing my job properly, Mr Folmy?” Asked Hrry dangerously.
“Well, no but-”
“No buts. You bully a student and then tell an other student she is ‘better off with Voldemort’ and then, you duel without even telling her what is happening on an out of bounds area after curfew. You dare say I am not doing my job properly?”
“Harry, calm down.” Said Arnold, laying a calming hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll step outside if you don’t mind, Headmistress.” Said Harry. He was fuming now.
“Of course Harry. Keep him company will you Arnold? I’ll take care of these five.”

“How dare they say I am not doing my job properly! I’m doing perfectly fine thank you very much!” Said Harry as soon as they were outside. The air was still chilly but it was getting warmer now.
“Harry!” Said Arnold sharply. Harry spun around.
“What?!” He said just as sharply.
“Calm down!” Harry wings spread out involuntarily, sharp like a knife.
“Or what?” He asked menacingly. He opened his wings to their full size and took off. He circled around his fellow Veela once and went off, above the forest. Arnold groaned, spread his own wings and took off after the angry Veela. He was going to have to teach him to control his emotions.

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Still searching

Chapter 33

The Weasleys and Hermione visited a couple of days after Harry had sent his letters. They stayed with him the whole day except for George who went to see Fred although nobody but Harry knew that. Sadly, Draco had to go to classes but Harry would see him at lunch and in the evening. They left just before dinner. Harry was looking forward to just relax a bit but the Headmistress walked in followed by Quipett.
“Are you ready to start your training, Harry?” Asked McGonagall. Harry sighed.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You are going to be going outside with Arnold.”
“Let me just get changed.” The two professors left the room and Harry got dressed as fast as he could, although he was still sore so he wasn’t that fast.
They walked down the grounds, as far away from the school as possible, where students never went. McGonagall was going to supervise them.
“Right,” Said Quipett, “can you show me your wings?”
Harry scrunched up his face and concentrated hard, imagining his winds unfold from his back. He hadn’t even noticed they had appeared until McGonagall gave an involuntary noise of glee. She blushed and hid a grin. She pulled a mirror out of her cloak pocket and showed Harry his wings in it. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Wow.” He breathed.
“Now, I’m going to try something, Harry. I’m going to shoot a mild curse at you. And of course, you have to block it.” Quipett pointed his wand at Harry and conjured a blasting curse. Harry blocked it easily but he felt a change in his wings; the were till soft where his body could touch them but as soon as they were out of Harry’s reach, they turned sharp as the sharpest knives.
“Wow.”
“Good, do you want to try flying?”
“As much as I would love to try flying, I’m exhausted.” Said Harry.
“Of course, you’re still weak. We will continue tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Professor. For helping me.”
“Harry, please. I’m not much older than you believe it or not. Just call me Arnold.”
“Okay.” Harry smiled up at the man as they started walking up to the castle with McGonagall slightly ahead of them. “How old are you then? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I am twenty-two next month.”
“Wow, you are young.”
“And so are you.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”

For the next few days, substitutes came to replace Harry and Arnold while they trained. Arnold not only taught him about his powers and abilities but taught him in combat as well. Harry was also taught to control his powers which were much more powerful now. Harry couldn’t even cast an ‘Expelliarmus’ without making Arnold shoot back and hit the floor.
“Sorry.” He said while the professor wiped off the mud from his cloak for the twentieth time.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I just can’t seem to get the hang of it.”
“You will soon enough. You just have to get used to having so much power really.”
So they trained and trained until Harry had complete control over his powers and his wings and was as good as Arnold was at combat. With his heightened emotions, Harry often got annoyed and would slump off in a huff for a few minutes before coming back and trying whatever he was doing again. It was a very long process but, thankfully, Arnold was very patient.
“I think you’ve got it Harry.” The boy beamed up at him. He looked like he was eleven all over again.
“You think so?”
“Yes.”

“I’ve finished my training.” Said Harry as he and Draco got ready for bed.
“Really? That’s great.” They got into bed and Harry had a sudden thought.
“Has your mother sent you any more letters since the last one?”
“Yes, loads.” Said Draco, indifferently.
“And did you reply?”
“No.”
“Why?” Asked Harry, shocked. “I thought you only didn’t get along with your father?”
“That’s true.” The blond sighed. “I don’t know what to say.”
“How about, on the next Hogsmeade weekend, you meet with her in the Three Broomsticks? I’ll ask Ron and Hermione down for some company while you’re with her.”
“That’s an idea…” Said Draco slowly. “I guess I could do that. I’ll write her a letter right now.”
Harry laid back in bed, happy he had done something to reunite his boyfriend with his mother.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Asked Draco. “To Hogsmeade? I could always meet my mother during the holidays.”
“The holidays are weeks away. Go see her. I bet she’s missed you. And I bet you’ve missed her too.”
Harry leaned back again and fell asleep to the sound of Draco’s quill scratching parchment. He was mildly aware of Draco slipping into bed with him, a few minutes or hours Harry didn’t know, later and kissing him on the forehead.
“Goodnight, Love.” Mumbled Harry. Draco smiled at the nickname.
“Sweet dreams, Love.”

Still searching [update]

I have decided I am not going to post everyday for the next couple of weeks. I will probably post every two or three days but I am running out of ideas and I have exams coming up and it’s all very stressing.
I won’t be posting tonight. (I actually might but at like midnight french time).
I hope you understand.

Love, Grace x

Bridge to the Other Side

So, this is just a little chapter that I had an idea for. Hope you enjoy. By the way, in this story, Remus never got with Tonks, she got married and had Teddy with a fellow Auror. Also, I got this title from a group called Boyd and the Remembralls. You should totally go check them out if you’re a Harry Potter fan, they just do Harry Potter songs and one of them is called “Bridge to the Other Side” and it is about Harry’s feeling about Sirius dying. That is why I chose this title.

It didn’t hurt when he went through the veil. It felt like he fell asleep and immediately woke up again. He looked around. He was in a white room with a couple of benches and a door leading out of it. He started to reach for the door handle but it opened before he could get to it.
“James! Lily!” He rushed to hug the two, they looked sombre.
“Sirius.” Said James. “How? How did it happen?”
Sirius frowned. “Remember that lovely cousin of mine?”
“Bellatrix?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh Sirius! At least we found you.” Cried Lily. Sirius smiled sadly.
“Is there a way to see what’s happening in…The living world?”
“Yeah, we’ve been using it to keep an eye on Harry. What do you want to see?” Asked James.
“I want to see if he’s alright…”
“Sirius?” Said Lily threateningly. Sirius sighed sadly.
“If you didn’t know, Harry got connected to Voldemort’s mind…That night. Voldemort planted a fake vision in his mind of me being tortured in the Department of Mysteries. He wanted the prophecy. Harry came to save me with his friends, when I learnt what was happening I went straight there with the Order but there was already about ten Death Eaters going after them. We fought for a bit but… Bellatrix caught me off guard. I want to see if Harry, his friends and the Order are okay.”
“My baby. My poor baby.” Said Lily, her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes. James put an arm around her shoulder.
“We would know if he was hurt. We’re his parents. We would know. He’s fine.” They walked into the separate room. “This is the bridge to the other side.” Sirius looked down. It was kind of like a massive Pensieve. About the size of a small swimming pool.
“Harry Potter.” Said James. Harry appeared on the wavy surface. He was crying, trying to go through the veil where Sirius had just disappeared. He had cuts all over his face and his lightening bolt scar was glowing. Remus had his arms around Harry. He was pulling him back, he also had tears running down his face.
“Remus…” Breathed James. “He looks so… Tired, worn out.”
Sirius now had tears in his eyes. He stuffed his knuckle in his mouth and bit down hard. James put a hand on his shoulder.
“Did you ever tell him?” He asked.
“No.”

Battle of Hogwarts

The three friends were watching intently what was happening. So far, Harry was fine. Hermione, Ron, Remus… All of the Order was fine. Except for Fred. Sirius went out to the room he had first arrived in and greeted him.
“Hi Fred.” He said with a sad smile.
“Sirius.” Said Fred. The man walked swiftly over to the twin and hugged him tight. They stayed like that for a while, Fred crying into Sirius’ shoulder. “I didn’t want to die. What about George?”
“I’m so sorry Fred.” Said Sirius. He pulled away and put both hands on each of Fred’s shoulders. “Come with me. I want to show you something.” Sirius led the way into the room with the Bridge to the Other Side. “James, Lily, we have a newcomer.” He gestured to Fred.
“Fred.” Said Lily. She walked over to him and gave him a long, friendly, motherly hug like Molly had done so many times before to Harry. “I’ve been watching you with your brothers. You were like a family to our baby.” She said with a bright smile. Fred didn’t say anything, he looked around, confused. “I’m sorry dear. You probably have no idea who I am, do you? I’m Lily Potter and this is my husband James Potter.”
“Hey there.” James waved.
“You’re Harry’s parents.” Stated Fred. “He-he misses you.”
“We miss him too…” Said Lily. “We’ve been watching over him.” She gestured to the small pool.
“George!” Fred gasped and ran next to James. He stared down at his twin who was crying over Fred’s body. “I still look better than him, even if I am… Gone.” He said with a sad smile.
James walked over to where his wife and Sirius stood. “Sirius.” He rubbed his eyes, trying to hide the tears. “I need to talk to you.”
At that moment, a new person walked into the room. Everybody spun around and stared at the man. Sirius was the first to move. He ran over to the man, jumped in his arms and kissed him. After several moments of the new man looking confused but also happy to be in Sirius’ arms, Sirius pulled away.
“Remus!”

 

Still searching

Chapter 32

Harry awoke around midday the next day. He groaned and tried to shift into a more comfortable position but found he couldn’t move. Something stuck to his back wouldn’t let him move. He lifted his arm, which was heavily bandaged, and felt behind him. It was something soft, almost like feathers. He pulled at it and winced in pain and then a thought occured to him. He groaned again, this time not in pain but in frustration. This woke Draco up, who was sleeping in the chair next to him.
“Whas goin’ on?” He looked around. His hair was messed up and his eyes were half closed.
“Draco.” Said Harry in a complaining voice.
“Whas wrong?”
“Draco…Do I have wings?”
“Uh…Yeah.” The blond rubbed his eyes and took Harry’s hand. “Is it a bad time to say I told you so?”
“I hate you.” Said Harry but he laughed. For some reason, he didn’t mind being a Veela at that moment. As long as he had Draco to make him laugh, he would be fine.
“Ah, Mr Potter. Finally awake I see.” Said Madam Pomfrey as she bustled around taking out potions and putting them back in different cabinets. She did a quick check over him. “We’re going to move you into a separate room. Unless you don’t mind people know you are a Veela?”
“I’ll go into a separate room, thanks. Don’t need even more attention from Skeeter.”
“Because it’s just dreadful being famous, isn’t it? Everybody running around after you willing to do anything you want… It must be terrible.” Said Draco.
“Sarcastic much?” Was Harry’s reply.
“Can you get up, Mr Potter?” Asked the mediwitch.
“I don’t know.” He got hauled to his feet by Draco and Madam Pomfrey and brought to a room that you had to go through the witches office to get to.
“Mr Malfoy if you could go get the Headmistress and Professor Quipett? I was asked to inform them when Harry was awake.”
“Of course.” Draco walked out of the room.
“I never thought anything else could happen to you Harry but you always surprise me.”
“I’m just one for surprising people you know?” Madam Pomfrey sighed in despair. “Do you think I could have a quill and a few sheets of parchment?”
“Of course.” The witch went back into her office and a minute later, she came back in with quill and parchment in her hands.
“Thank you.”

Dear Weasley family, he wrote.

I thought I would address this letter to the whole family because I can’t be bothered to write ten letters and my arm hurts dreadfully although Madam Promfrey is patching me up nicely. I am in the hospital wing. Again. I discovered last night that I am a Veela…After falling off of my broom because wings were sprouting out of my back. (They won’t go away!) Anyway, I just thought I would write this to you because I don’t know how I would tell you in person.
Hope you are all well (and please tell Ron to come visit),
Harry.

He read the letter over and wrote nearly exactly the same thing but to Hermione. He sealed both letters and put them on the bedside cabinet, ready to send them off.
The mediwitch came back in followed by Draco, McGonagall and Professor Quipett.
“I must say, you have the most magnificent wings, Mr Potter.” Said Quipett, “Mine aren’t nearly as big or as beautiful as yours.”
“Uh, thanks I guess. I haven’t seen them yet. I can’t get up.”
“I’m glad you are doing better Mr Potter but could you please tell us why you were flying in the middle of the night?” Asked McGonagall sternly. At her words, Harry had a worrying thought.
“Where’s my broom? My Firebolt? Where is it? Sirius gave that to me!” He said in a rush.
“Don’t worry Harry.” Said the Headmistress, in a soft tone now. “It is fine and in your room.”
“Thank Merlin.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
“Now, can you answer my question?”
“I’ve been flying every night this week. I can’t play in Quidditch matches anymore…And I haven’t flown in such a long time… And I’m aloud out at night now cause I’m a teacher.” Ha added with a cheeky smile. McGonagall couldn’t help but smile.
“You shouldn’t be out after hours Harry, even if you are a teacher now.”
“Well, it’s done now.”
“Yes I suppose it is. Professor Quipett will start helping you with your new powers as soon as you are well enough.”
“And what do I do with these?” Asked Harry, pointing at his wings.
“Just imagine them folding in and shrinking into your back and they will leave.” Said Quipett. “And if you want them back out, just imagine them growing out of your back. It will get easier over time and soon enough you will be able to do it without thinking.”
“Thanks.” Said Harry. He squeezed his eyes shut and imagined his wings shrinking into him. He didn’t know exactly what they looked like but he knew they were big and black and after a few minutes, they went away. The two professors and Madam Pomfrey all left so all that was left was him and Draco who was wearing a small smile.
“Shut up.” Said Harry, smiling.
“I haven’t said anything.”
“You were going to though.”
“How do you know?” Draco sat on the edge of the bed.
“Because I know you.”
“Fair enough. Do you want food?” Harry’s stomach grumbled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Still searching

Chapter 31

Harry went flying every night for the rest of the week. On Friday, after the student’s Quidditch game and making sure nobody was around, he sored up into the air without even hesitating this time. It was fortunately warmer than most nights and he was very grateful for that as he had had enough of being frozen to the bone after flying. While doing a rather complicated swirl, his head started spinning. He hovered a bit, clutching onto the broom until the dizziness went away and he continued flying. He flew for an other couple of minutes when he got a searing pain in his back. He tried to ignore it and land safely on the ground but he couldn’t, his eyesight was getting worse by the second. Soon, the colors were changing, he would see the world around him normally, and it would suddenly turn red or blue or purple or pink. He was swirling uncontrollably and was starting to panic; he knew this was going to happen some day. Why hadn’t he listened to the small voice in the back of his mind? Time seemed to slow, he couldn’t breathe, his heart was beating so fast, Harry thought he was having a panic attack, which he probably was although he didn’t know for sure because he had never had one before. Something was forcing it’s self out of his back. He just thought he had gained a bit of control over his broom when he slipped and fell. He didn’t black out, he didn’t even scream. He didn’t make a sound when he hit the floor and felt bones breaking. He just breathed in raspy breaths and prayed somebody would come to find him. Something soft had cushioned his fall a bit but he couldn’t ell what is was. And why was his vision going haywire? He lay flat on his back, or what he thought was his back, eyes opened and tearing up. He was in such pain. He tried to move. That was a big mistake. He let out a small groan. What was he going to do? He couldn’t stay out here all night, but he couldn’t move either. His wand lay a couple of feet away from him. He reached for it, cast a Patronus and sent it to get Draco and the Headmistress. While waiting for them, he looked around for his Firebolt. Thankfully it lay a few feet away, unharmed. Some time later, Harry didn’t know if it was a few seconds or hours later, Draco came running down the pitch, the Professor, trailing behind him.
“Harry! Harry!” Draco stopped short. “You have – you – you have wings.” He looked at them in amazement and kneeled down beside him, gently touching his arm. McGonagall arrived and let out a little squeek.
“Mr Potter-” She said, her voice trembling, “This might hurt. I am going to hover you to the Hospital Wing.” She waved her wand and Harry groaned in pain. Draco took his hand and held it all the way back up to the castle, through the hallways to the Hospital Wing and still held it when Harry was deposited on the bad and being checked over by Madam Pomfrey.
“My, my, Mr Potter. You always seem to find yourself back here don’t you?”
She didn’t even asked questions about the wings. Harry supposed McGonagall had warned her he would probably turning up sooner or later. The witch only left his side to go back to bed when he had swallowed half a dozen potions. After making sure Harry was fine, more or less, McGonagall did the same. Draco stayed by his side all night, even though he was told to go back to bed but he didn’t. He stayed by Harry’s side and held his hand all night.

Still searching

Chapter 30

Draco woke up early the next morning. Harry was lying across his chest, using it as a pillow. He stirred and Draco wrapped an arm around him.
“Morning.” He said.
“Morning.” Harry mumbled.
“Where were you last night?”
“In the air.” Said Harry, still half asleep.
“You went flying?”
“Kind of…”
“What do you mean ‘Kind of’?” Demanded Draco.
“Quidditch.”
“You were playing Quidditch alone?”
“No, with the kids.”
“Harry, please try to make some sense.”
Harry finally sat up a bit, Draco’s arm still around him.
“I want all four houses to get along so I invited them to the pitch last night for a big game of Quidditch.”
“And it worked?”
Harry smiled faintly. “Yeah. It was so good to just watch them all walking back up to the castle together, talking and laughing.”
Draco leaned back on the bed. “Wow.”
“I know. And McGonagall said it was impossible. You can’t tell any of the teachers though. This is between us and the students. You can come next time if you want.”
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“Of course. Every Friday at midnight.”
“The students are going to be exhausted today.”
“I know but it was worth it. And I bet they think so too.”
Harry showered quickly and got dressed. Draco,  on the other hand, took over half an hour to just do his hair.
“Come on! You’re so slow!” Complained Harry.
“I’ll be ready in a minute.”
“Well hurry up!”
“You two fight like an old married couple.”
Harry jumped around in the direction that voice had come from. “Fred? What are you doing here?”
“Ever heard of privacy?” Called Draco from the bathroom.
“Thought I’d stop by.”
“Couldn’t you have stopped by at breakfast?” asked Draco.
The ghost ignored him. “George is coming by today. Got some employees covering for him at the shop.” He said to Harry.
“Great. When’s he coming?”
“Between breakfast and lunch. He’s staying for dinner as well.”  He winked at Harry. “It’s been some time we haven’t cause some mischief here.” Fred wizzed out through the door.

Lessons went by slowly that morning. Harry couldn’t wait to see George. At midday he rushed out of the classroom and ran straight into the Weasley twin.
“George!”
“Carful there Harry. You might ruin that perfect face of yours.”
“Comme off it. How are you? How’s Bill and Charlie? Charlie still in Romania?”
“Calm down Golden boy. I’m here all day. Plenty of time for questions.” George laughed. “Come on let’s get some lunch, I’m starving.”
“You sound just like Ron.”
“Yeah right. I’m cool and funny. He’s just Ron.” They started walking down the hallway to the Great Hall.
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Just telling the truth mate. How’s it going with you two?”
“We haven’t really spoken lately but it’s okay I guess. I’ve forgiven him anyway.”
“Good. He was bloody miserable without you.”
“I’m glad he was. I’m his bestfriend.” Harry winked at the boy walking next to him.
“Your sarcasm had mounted drastically mate. Spending too much time with Malfoy I say.”
“That’s not what he would say. Or McGonagall.”
“What’s McGonagall got to do with your sarcasm?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“I haven’t. I’ll ask McGonagall if we can have dinner in a separate room this evening. I’ll tell you all about it. Anyway, how’s the shop going? And you still have to answer the questions I asked you earlier.”
George scrunched up his face. “Right…I’m fine…Bill and Charlie are good too…Yes, Charlie’s still in Romania and…The shop’s great. Loads of customers, got a few regulars too, like Lee.”
“Cool.”
Harry and George talked all the way through lunch, just catching up. They were sad to hear the bell ring.
“See you tonight then. Hey, can Fred come? Even though… You know, he can’t…Eat.” George’s shoes suddenly became very interesting to him.
“Yeah.” Harry smiled sadly. “And do you mind if Draco comes?” The ginger quickly became himself again.
“If it pleases you Harry, I will endure it.” George sighed dramatically and went off to find Fred.

That evening, Harry, Fred the ghost and George sat around a small-ish table, waiting for their food to arrive.
“Draco couldn’t come. Said he had to speak to McGonagall.” Said Harry.
Fred and George both shrugged. “So, what’s this thing about sarcasm and all that?”
“Has George told you about what we were talking about before lunch?”
“Yeah, Georgie told me.”
“Draco, McGonagall and Professor Quipett all think I’m a Veela.”
“Well that’s just stupid.” Said George.
“Thank you!” Said Harry.
“We would’ve known if you were a Veela. How thick can you get?” Said Fred.
“At least two of you think it’s complete rubbish. I’ve been trying to tell them but they won’t listen!”
“But what does being a Veela have to do with your sarcasm?”
“Veelas emotions get heightened when they’re soon to or already have their wings.”
“Complete and utter rubbish.” Stated George.
“Thank Merlin you two believe me.”

That night, Harry waited for Draco to fall asleep and he slipped out of bed. He walked down to the Quidditch pitch again, this time with his own broom. He hesitated for a long time again before mounting. That was getting rather annoying. He loved flying, why not just get on with it? Something is going to happen to you, said a small voice in his head. Maybe some Death Eaters that are in hiding are going to get you again. Maybe Dementors will come for you. Maybe you’ll slip and fall.
“No.” Said Harry firmly. “Nothing is going to happen. I’m safe.”
He pushed off the ground and once again, the breeze going through his hair was liberating. He grinned as he twisted and flipped and spun. Soon enough, the wind picked up and he was forced to descend. He rubbed his icy hands together and half walked half ran back up to the castle. Maybe I should check the weather before coming out next time, he thought to himself.