章 19: Tracey Is A Cheater, Not Really
Chapter 19: Tracey Is A Cheater, Not Really
Just as the door of his room closed, he was bombarded with dozens of questions at once by Tracey and Astoria. Iris was silent in her protest but he could see the strong disapproval of his actions on her face. Daphne meanwhile was smiling amusedly at the girls, not seeing any fault in his actions. Harry felt good that at least she approved of his actions.
"What the hell was that Harry?" Tracey asked, anger coursing through her voice. Tracey looked livid and absolutely mad. She couldn't believe it, Harry had just tortured some of the Slytherins and if that wasn't bad enough then he also made First Years kneel in front of him and made them swear an oath to him. FIRST YEARS. They were only here at Hogwarts for one week and had the misfortune to see and experience such unpleasant things. Tracey just couldn't ignore it. She always tried to justify his actions but this was some serious business. Her heart couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't continue ignoring his immoral actions. Tormenting small children was the last straw.
"Yes, did you see their terrified faces? It was just so cruel." Astoria exclaimed in anger. Tracey and Astoria continued venting their anger at him for another few minutes. Harry sighed audibly, crossing his arms on his chest and then glared at them.
"Girls. Let's sit down and then talk, like civilized people." Daphne interrupted their tirade and patted the space beside her on the bed, where she was currently sitting with Iris. Tracey and Astoria stomped towards the bed and sat beside her with a huff. Harry walked to his desk and pulled out the chair and slumped on it, facing them.
"So are you going to explain?" Astoria queried, her voice now more curious than venomous. Harry nodded as he crossed his hands.
"I am sorry that the new first years had to see and experience my anger but it wasn't completely my fault. And I assure you that no one who didn't deserve any pain was subjected to it. My red mist only affected those who truly deserved it. That phenomenon wasn't as random as it appeared." Harry explained to them coldly. He was so annoyed with them right now. He was particularly angry with Tracey. She was there, she heard and saw all that happened and was still yelling at him. He ignored Astoria as she wasn't aware of what happened earlier before she was summoned in the common room. His gaze met Daphne's and the corners of her mouth turned up for a second. Harry was relieved that Daphne agreed with him in this matter. He so wanted to pull her in his lap and attach his lips to hers but now wasn't the proper time. Iris on the other hand was still silent, just watching him, waiting for his explanation. He was happy that she hadn't joined Astoria and Tracey in shouting at him. Harry remained silent for a minute, waiting for them to ask their questions.
"So what happened that led you to conquer and subdue the whole Slytherin house?" Astoria asked, her anger seemed to have subsided. She leaned forward, her hands folded in her lap.
"You should have asked that before you started your rant." Harry muttered petulantly.
"Oh yes, why not? First years looked like they were going to shit themselves, quarter of the Slytherin students were screaming as if they were held under cruciatus curse. Seven students with blood pouring out of them were trembling on the floor in their own blood. I should have ignored all of that as if it was an everyday thing, Right? If you are waiting for an apology then look somewhere else because I am not going to say sorry for freaking out." Astoria said sarcastically. Harry stifled an urge to roll his eyes. Sometimes he forgot that she was in the end Daphne's younger sister. He should have expected heavy sarcasm instead of a polite apology.
"Okay. When you put it like that then I can understand where you are coming from. Now listen to what happened and then judge my actions." Harry accepted and then told her and Iris about his confrontation with Marcus. Iris just nodded at him, as if satisfied that his reason was enough to overthrow the Slytherin house. Astoria cursed their names when she heard what the quidditch team said about Daphne and Tracey. She was pacing back and forth in front of them, as if deciding if it would be right to go out and hurl some nasty curses at the already mutilated quidditch team. After a moment, Daphne pulled her beside herself, putting her arm around her shoulder. Astoria took a deep breath and placed her head on Daphne's shoulder.
"Well, I think it was a nice idea to castrate them. It will be hilarious in future when Lucius Malfoy will finally realise that his son can't carry their bloodline any further, that Malfoy line is going to be extinct." Astoria laughed, her vindictive nature shining unapologetically.
"But did you really have to torture the students in front of the first years? Their minds will forever be scarred from this experience." Tracey questioned in a conflicted voice, she was shaking her hands as if didn't know what to do with them. After her anger abated, she knew that Harry's reason was somewhat valid but still she wasn't totally okay with it.
Harry wanted to be angry at her but he just couldn't summon the anger to scream at her. He can't be mad at her for her good nature. She was just like that. The kind one of the group who doesn't want innocents to get hurt. She wasn't complaining about his handling of the Slytherin team or about him establishing his rule in the Slytherin house but was concerned for the well being of the newly sorted Slytherin students who shouldn't have to see that. Who were at the moment, innocent bystanders.
"I get it Tracey. I am sorry that they had to see it or they had to swear an oath to me but there was no other way. I needed every Slytherin student to see my might. To see the consequences of defying me. They needed to fear me. I wish there was another way but there wasn't." Harry apologised.
Tracey sighed, accepting his words and nodded. Harry winced at her gesture. She seemed so tired, as if trying to agree to his methods took all of the energy out of her. Harry ignored the little guilt he felt for putting her through this type of situation all the time.
Iris was still staring at him. It seemed she wanted to talk to him. Astoria was pressed to Daphne's side, lost in her own thoughts.
"Let's go to the great hall for breakfast." Daphne announced after a moment of silence. They all nodded.
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The whole school was curious to know why the Slytherin house seemed so down. Fortunately for Harry there was no way anyone would know the real reason. Even if Dumbledore used legilimency as he was prone to do, the students' magical oath will protect their mind. The seven castrated students requested Madam Pomfrey to keep their castration a secret. Madam Pomfrey had to agree to their demands according to the healer-patient confidentiality agreement. Though she wasn't happy to agree. She wanted to know how it happened but the seven were being tight lipped about it. They refused to share how they were injured. At last, Madam Pomfrey just patched them up and didn't ask any more questions.
The day passed usually with no more drama. Tracey was unusually quiet throughout the day which worried Harry. She seemed to be warring with herself. She was lost in her thoughts most of the time.
He brought it up when he was alone with Daphne in the room or requirement.
She was straddling his lap, his arms were around her slim waist, holding her close to his chest. Her palms were on his cheeks, cupping them. They were kissing each other for the last ten minutes, her skirt was hiked up to allow more skin contact. He was hard down there and the fact that Daphne's lady parts were pressed on it didn't help the matter. His briefs, pants and her knickers were the only barrier between their excited body parts. They ignored that as they kissed each other passionately, they weren't ready to touch each other's most private parts yet. Their physical relationship was progressing but it hadn't progressed that much. Harry and she only went as far as kissing and rubbing their bodies against each other. They still weren't confident enough to get naked in front of each other. Harry sometimes did cup her arse cheeks while making out but his hands never went around her knickers.
Daphne's lips sucked on his as her tongue grappled his tongue in a sensual dance. Harry groaned in pleasure, feeling her wet tongue exploring his mouth. He tasted the distinct flavour of her mouth. Her warm breath on his face was causing goosebumps all over his body. Finally, the need to breathe made them disconnect the kiss.
They were breathing heavily as they blinked their eyes open and looked at each other. Her lips curled into a content smile, mimicking his as she put her chin on his shoulder, circling her arms around his neck. They remained silent as they enjoyed the simple joy of being pressed against each other's warm bodies. They bathed in the moment of intimacy. Harry was rubbing her back while Daphne was playing with his messy hair.
"Do you think Tracey is okay?" Harry asked. Daphne pulled back her head and stared at him, choosing her words carefully.
"No. I don't think so. But she will be fine." Daphne assured him, caressing his cheek. Harry frowned.
"No need for that sad face. Didn't I just say Tracey will be fine?" she added, tapping his forehead. Harry mustered a smile as he grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles.
"I know. I just feel bad for her. Don't you feel a barrier rising between us and Tracey. She seems to be drifting away from us. And that's the last thing I want." Harry whispered fearfully. Daphne intertwined her fingers with his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"I think you are making a big deal out of it. Tracey is just trying to process what happened in the morning, nothing else. Still, I will be with her and try to find out if you are right." Daphne smiled confidently. Harry smiled back as he pulled her tight against him and mashed his lips with hers. Daphne moaned in the kiss as she kissed him back with equal passion.
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It was night, Harry was lounging on his bed, his back comfortably propped against the pillows and headboard, Iris was lying beside him with her head laid in his lap.
She seemed to be in a good mood as she talked about her classes and her inclusion in the new quidditch team. Harry's fingers roamed in her silky red hair as she babbled about. He was feeling satisfied seeing the smile on Iris's face. Tracey's face immediately flashed in his mind and he wished he could make her smile too. Her smiles have become rarer nowadays. He missed those early days when Tracey was the carefree one in the trio, who always had a pleasant smile on her face. He shook off these gloomy thoughts from his head, she will eventually come around. He focused his attention back on Iris as she told him that the new team was going to be great. Her smile was infectious and his lips copied hers.
"Thank you big brother for helping me and Astoria. I am sad that you had to do that but I am also happy that I can finally play for the team." she said with a brimming smile. Harry kissed her forehead.
"I hope you will enjoy playing for Slytherin. And do remember your promise to summon me whenever you are in danger." he instructed, caressing her cheek. She nodded. She slowly sat up.
"Make some space between your legs." she told him boldly. Harry hoped she wasn't going to do something stupid as he stretched his legs on either side. Iris quickly sat in the space on the bed between his legs, pressing her back on his chest. She sighed in comfort as his chin was on top of her head and his hands were wrapped around her stomach.
"I can see you are sad. Can I do anything to help you?" she asked softly, with the back of her head resting on his neck. Harry chuckled as he pulled her closer to him.
"Am I that transparent?" he asked amusedly.
"No. I can just feel your emotions in your eyes. I don't like it. I hate it when you are sad." she mumbled, grabbing his hands. Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheek.
"Don't worry about me, little one. I will be my normal self from tomorrow. It's just that the decisions I made today are weighing on my mind." he replied thoughtfully, resting his chin on her shoulder, his right cheek pressed to her left soft cheek.
"I don't think that is totally true. You aren't regretting your decisions, you are just worried that your decisions upset Tracey. I don't think you feel anything about the traumatized first years or the injured quidditch team. You are just sad because you think Tracey is sad." she said, carefully choosing her words so as not to offend him. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her theory.
"And tell me my dear Iris, does that make me a monster? That I can't seem to care what 11 year old strangers are feeling or that I actively caused the extinction of some pureblood families which goes way back to the inception of the wizarding community?" he questioned her in a tender voice, showing his vulnerable side. "I just can't seem to care about strangers. I wish I could, so I understood what Tracey was thinking right now, what she was feeling right now. But I just can't."
Iris quickly turned on her spot, so she was facing him. She squeezed his hands again.
"No brother, that doesn't make you a monster. Some people are just like that. They don't care for others but only for themselves and their families. That doesn't make them evil. They are just selfish and I don't think being selfish is necessarily a bad trait. Everyone is selfish in some capacity. You don't have to care for the whole world. You are not expected to do that. You are not evil, you are just selfish which I don't mind. I am also selfish. I also don't care about anyone other than you and our friends unless something wrong is happening in front of me and my conscience prods me to do something about it. Don't be so hard on yourself brother. Rest assured, if I ever think you are doing something wrong then I will tell you to your face."
Harry shook his head in amusement, feeling lighter than before.
"When did you become so wise?" he joked.
"When my brother became stupid." she smirked, patting his chest. Harry laughed as he pulled her into his chest. Iris smiled in comfort as she pressed her face on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. She felt happy at that moment with his arms around her shoulder. She stayed in his arms for another few minutes, not moving back. Harry didn't mind as she didn't pull back, he always liked hugging. He continued caressing her hair and back with his hands. Suddenly a loud voice echoed in his room.
"Students, you all are requested to come to the great hall. It is an emergency. Prefects, start heading towards the great hall with your respective houses. It is for your safety."
Harry shared a worried look with her.
"Use the invisibility cloak and go to the common room. So it doesn't look like you were in my room." he ordered, climbing down from the bed. Iris nodded as she started for the door.
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Tracey was lost in her thoughts as she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She felt herself splitting apart. A part of her still felt that Harry did the wrong thing in the morning while another part of her compelled her to forget about it and just hug Harry tight and apologize for shouting at him. She didn't know what to do anymore. Till now, she always justified Harry's actions as it never caused any discomfort to the innocents, his cruel tendencies were always pointed towards bad people. But he did hurt some innocents today, not physically but at least psychologically. She felt as if a war was going on inside her head. She needed to choose a side. But hadn't she already chosen it? She indeed had promised Harry that she will always be his best friend, that she will always be by his side. Then why was she overthinking too much? She groaned in irritation, rubbing her forehead. She cursed her conscience for creating confusing feelings inside her.
'Enough! Harry did apologize to me. He said he wished he didn't have to scare the new students. The case is closed. What is done is done. Harry is right. I will be by his side in every situation. It will be better to be with him to temper his impulsive decisions. He always listens to me. Yes, that is right. I will be his moral compass, I will stop him from doing anything despicable. I am better with him than away from him. I will apologize to him tomorrow for yelling at him. I was out of the line there. I will just hug him and everything will be as good as before.'
Someone knocked on her door.
"Tracey, it's me. Open the door." Daphne's voice came from the other side of the door.
Tracey quickly walked to the door and opened it. Daphne was standing there in her velvet t-shirt and shorts. She was grinning happily.
"Isn't it late to disturb your friend?" Tracey asked, raising her brow. Daphne shook her head as she pushed past her and dropped on Tracey's bed. Tracey just rolled her eyes at Daphne's lack of manners as she closed the door and sat beside her best friend.
"So what are you doing here?" Tracey asked.
"Are you okay?" Daphne asked seriously. Tracey gave her an incredulous look.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You were annoyingly quiet today. Harry was quite depressed. He was worried about you." Daphne shrugged. Tracey's eyes widened as she realised that indeed Harry wasn't his cheerful self today.
"I am fine, of course. I hope Harry is fine too." she replied, biting her lip. Daphne pulled her in a hug as she patted her back. Tracey Instinctively wrapped her own arms around her.
"I am not complaining or anything but why are you suddenly hugging me." Tracey's lips curved into an amused smile as she pulled back after a second. Daphne laughed, grabbing her hands and squeezing them.
"I thought you needed it or maybe Harry is just rubbing off on me." she half joked. Tracey chuckled as she felt lighter. Her worries were pushed aside for now as she sat with her oldest friend.
"I hope he is alright." Tracey said again with a small smile, thinking about him.
"He most probably is fine. Iris is with him right now, probably, and we both know how perceptive she is to his mood because of the whole sister/lover thing. I and Harry were both worried about you and he asked me to check if you were alright or not. The reason behind why I am sitting with you now." Daphne answered as she finally explained her reason for barging in her room, "It is annoying when I am grinding on his boner and kissing him passionately and the first sentence he utters after is 'Do you think Tracey is okay?', I mean, I was hoping for a moan or something and he kills the sexy mood by bringing up a serious topic."
Daphne joked as she rolled her eyes in part amusement and part annoyance. Tracey scrunched her nose.
"I am not really interested in your sexual activities. So please spare me the details." Tracey said in a whiny tone. Daphne smirked in return.
"Don't act disgusted when in reality you also want the same."
Tracey tried to glare but her blushing face reduced the effect of it. Daphne just laughed at seeing her best friend embarrassed, totally unperturbed by her narrowed eyes. Tracey hurled a pillow at her which narrowly missed her face. Her laugh abruptly cut off as an evil smile appeared on her face, she picked up the pillow from the floor.
"I am not playing, Daph." Tracey yelled, staring at the pillow in Daphne's hand as she scooted back to the centre of the bed, already knowing that there was a pillow fight in the near future.
"Oh no, Tracey. This might be a game but it's not something you play. It's war. Full of pain and chaos." Daphne laughed, imitating the stereotypical villain's laugh. Tracey was just going to laugh along at the stupid line when Daphne lunged forward and hit her head with the pillow. Oof! Tracey sprawled on the bed from the brunt of the force. Before Tracey could recover from the sudden hit, Daphne had pushed the pillow on Tracey's stomach and sat on it with a smug smile.
"DAPHNE GREENGRASS! Stop sitting on my stomach, you imbecile, fat stupid girl. You are crushing my stomach." Tracey shouted, struggling beneath her. Daphne was amused by her hilarious insults.
"First of all, I am not imbecile, my rankings in top students can verify that. Second of all, I have a very slim belly, but maybe you are talking about my arse because that is surely shapely, not fat but shapely. Harry can testify to that. He seems rather fond of it. Here, feel it." Daphne grinned mischievously, as she slid back, sitting on Tracey's pelvis instead of her stomach.
"You are impossible." she grumbled, throwing the pillow which Daphne dodged, her face heating up, feeling her 'shapely' bum. Daphne laughed heartily. She grabbed Tracey's hands and put them on her hips.
"Feel them, Tracey. Aren't they magnificent." she said in a husky tone, all earlier playfulness seemed to disappear as Daphne leaned forward, her head lowering to hers while her legs spreading between Tracey's hips,the friction between them causing sparks in their bodies.
Tracey was frozen in shock as she felt Daphne's warm breath tingling her lips while her own hands were on Daphne's arse, feeling them up. The heat was too much between them. But not in a bad way. Her body was overwhelmed with pleasant sensations. She feared that Daphne could hear her loud heartbeats as their chests were pressed against each other, thumping against each other. She didn't know if it was her or Daphne who initiated the kiss but when it happened, her mind was overwhelmed from all the new unique sensations. Tracey was squeezing Daphne's 'magnificent' arse as they deepened the kiss. Their lips flushed against each other, nibbling, wetting each other. Daphne's one hand found Tracey's cheek and caressed it gently while her other hand rested on her growing chest. Daphne cupped Tracey's tit through the shirt and gave it a gentle squeeze. Tracey moaned in the kiss as her own hands groped Daphne's arse cheeks through the shorts. Daphne realised that Tracey's boobs were bigger than hers. Daphne at the moment hardly had boobs. She had small bumps for boobs. So it wasn't that big of a complement to Tracey. A loud voice broke their sudden, unplanned make out session.
"Students, you all are requested to come to the great hall. It is an emergency. Prefects, start heading towards the great hall with your respective houses. It is for your safety."
They both stared at each other in amazement, both panting, their quick warm exhales on each other's faces. Daphne suddenly started laughing and burrowed her face in Tracey's neck. Tracey meanwhile finally realised the enormity of what just happened. Thousands of thoughts ran through her head. But Daphne's laughter brought her back to the real world.
"Stop laughing, Daph." she hissed. Daphne controlled her laughter as she pulled back her head and looked at her.
"Well the test is complete. I am bisexual but surprisingly so are you." Daphne chuckled. Tracey pushed Daphne aside as she sat up.
"Congratulations for your 'great' discovery. But we have to go to the great hall right now. Let's go. We will talk about what happened here later. In detail." Tracey announced as she jumped off the bed but suddenly she stumbled. She turned to look at Daphne, her face set in horrified expression.
"How will I face Harry! I just cheated on him." Tracey yelled anxiously.
"Isn't that my line?" Daphne asked, her amusement shining through her voice. Tracey though wasn't amused.
"Shut the fuck up Daphne. What will I do?" Tracey asked no one in particular, her tone full of guilt as she paced back and forth in front of the door. She looked as if she had committed the most heinous crime. Daphne would have whistled at Tracey using 'bad' words but it looked as if Tracey was really scared.
"Oh come on, Tracey. Don't be stupid. Harry will be fine with it. He isn't my boyfriend and nor yours. So stop acting like a guilty adulterous wife." Daphne said, shaking her head.
"Oh wow, so, is it okay for me to go kiss Malfoy now or Nott or the handsome Cedric Diggory?" Tracey asked incredulously and sarcastically. Her face glowing with anger.
"Well, according to Harry's wording, yes, but we both know that was Harry just being nice and he will most probably kill any boy who shows any interest in us. And for the record, you are interested in only one boy, just like me. We both 'like' Harry too much to think of any other boys. So, I don't think we will have that problem. But it is different for us. We three are a close knitted trio. Harry won't mind if I kiss you or do anything with you because in the end we will still be the same trio. So stop overthinking. I will talk to Harry tomorrow and everything will be fine." Daphne grinned as she opened the door and went out to see the stream of students going out, led by the prefect. Tracey followed her out, still not totally sure if Harry will be alright with the new dynamics. She just couldn't fathom hurting him more. First she had inadvertently made him sad for the whole day and now she had just kissed Daphne which she had declined doing with Harry previously. She felt like a hypocrite.
Harry was standing in the common room with Iris and Astoria as the room got crowded. Everyone was in their night clothes which gave some people chances to ogle. Some were basking in attention while others were a little uncomfortable from the said attention. Harry didn't mind as long as they just watched. He knew that the girls and boys of the Slytherin common room were totally safe from that kind of attack. He felt proud for establishing his rule in this house. The other students were giving him enough space as they tried to ignore him. But some were stupid enough to openly glare at him to which he just smirked. 'Glare all you want but you can't even scratch me'. While there were some students who were looking at him reverently as if he was a god. Harry didn't know if he should feel bad for enjoying it. He smiled back at them. Those girls and boys blushed at his smile and gossiped with each other, shooting him looks of awe.
"Harry!" Daphne exclaimed as she walked to him along with Tracey. Harry grinned as he pulled her in a tight hug. He then embraced Tracey.
"Are you alright Tracey?" he asked, still hugging her. Tracey nodded but didn't meet his eyes. He stepped back, forcing a smile. Daphne smacked his head lightly.
"Stop making that sad face. Tracey is alright. Something just happened right before the announcement and she is embarrassed. I will tell you later. It is hilarious. You will enjoy it." Daphne smirked. He looked at Tracey and could see the blush on her cheeks. The weight finally lifted from his shoulders as he realised that she indeed looked abashed. Tracey smiled nervously at him. Harry wasn't totally sure what was happening but was glad that Tracey didn't hate him or was angry at him. His train of thought was interrupted as the prefect started leading them towards the great hall when all the Slytherin students were present in the common room. Iris grabbed his hand as they walked, he smiled at her as he squeezed her hand. Astoria mimicked her as she also grabbed his other hand.
"Alright luv?" she asked, grinning at him. Harry's amused smile was visible on his face as he nodded at her. He looked over his shoulder. Tracey and Daphne were walking behind them, giggling at Harry's predicament as Astoria and Iris claimed him for themselves. Harry was feeling blessed at the moment. His two best friends were laughing joyfully while his sister was walking beside him with her hand in his. He still couldn't decide what Astoria was to him. Was she like Iris, his little sister? Was she like Daphne and Tracey, his new best friend? He just couldn't decide. He shook his head. Not all the relationships have to be defined or named. Whatever Astoria was to him, he at least knew that she was very dear to him just like Daphne, Tracey and Iris were.
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Professor Dumbledore sent all the Gryffindors back to the Great Hall, where they were joined ten minutes later by the students from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, who all looked extremely confused.
"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told them as Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick closed all doors of the hall. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately," he added to Percy, who was looking immensely proud and important. "Send word with one of the ghosts."
Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the hall, and said, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing…"
One casual wave of his wand and the long tables flew to the edges of the hall and stood themselves against the walls; another wave, and the floor was covered with hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags.
"Sleep well, my dear children." said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him.
The hall immediately began to buzz excitedly; the Gryffindors were telling the rest of the school what had just happened. He caught Hermione and Jasmine's gaze across the hall who smiled at him and shot him a wave. He returned the smile. He wanted to go and talk with them but each house had naturally selected different corners and he didn't feel like walking all the way to them.
"Everyone into their sleeping bags!" shouted Percy. "Come on, now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!"
Harry and the girls picked up the sleeping bags and went into a corner. The other Slytherins left them alone as they wanted. They now finally knew what was the cause of this chaos. The girls could practically feel the anger in Harry's eyes at the name Sirius Black. Iris and Astoria were informed about Sirius Black's deeds when his name was in the Daily Prophet a few days ago. They all lied beside each other. Astoria and Iris on either side of him. Daphne and Tracey on the other side of Astoria. Harry calmed his mind as he decided being angry wouldn't help him right now. Sirius Black was most probably gone by now. The only thing he couldn't understand was why Black attacked the Gryffindor common room if he wanted him in the first place. Harry closed his eyes, he missed the usual skin contact with Iris as she was lying with a small distance between them. They knew it wouldn't do them any good snuggling like married couples in front of everyone. Still, Harry knew that after they fell asleep their bodies would seek each other on their own.
"The lights are going out now!" Percy shouted. "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!"
The candles all went out at once. The only light now came from the silvery ghosts, who were drifting about talking seriously to the prefects, and the enchanted ceiling, which, like the sky outside, was scattered with stars. What with that, and the whispering that still filled the hall, Harry felt as though he were sleeping outdoors in a light wind. Harry closed his eyes, sleep overtaking him.
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