Harriet Potter

Enjoying the Prefect's bathroom is one of the perks of being a Quidditch captain, and I rarely use it, not least because getting there from Gryffindor Tower takes two floors down and a half-way around the castle.But tonight, I feel like I need some space from everyone else.

The bath here is as big as a swimming pool, and I have roughly washed my hair. I sit in the shallowest part of the pool, where I can still immerse myself in the hot water.

It certainly wasn't a coincidence that Snape was in the corridor, either he knew what the people in the Room of Requirement were doing, or he knew who was in there - or both.He's covering for Malfoy, maybe to get closer to him to figure out what's going on, or maybe...

I stopped my thoughts from spreading in that direction, and the mere thought of trusting Snape was enough to make me sting, but from past experience, trusting him has never been worse than trusting myself.

So I started to think about another question - who notified him?

Of course, the Room of Requirement may be able to facilitate communication, but I also saw Malfoy arguing with Snape in his office last week, and judging from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, their relationship has not improved, unless Malfoy Foo is the best performer I've ever seen, otherwise I don't think he would have asked Snape for help.The people invited to the party were all DA members, and it was unlikely that they would have any good communication with Snape.

I caught Malfoy trying to convince the owner to fix something at Borgin-Bock during the summer, and now that it's the Room of Requirement, he must have embarked on the "big plan" he talked about on the train, and I'm both No idea what his plans were or how much he accomplished, let alone proof.

I'll have to tell Dumbledore before the next Occlumency class anyway, it's fine to just show him my memories if necessary, although I'm sure it's not necessary, he'll know I'm telling the truth.The problem was that I didn't know when Dumbledore was going to be at school again, he never told me when his next class was, and it seemed unlikely that he would send an owl directly to him.I could also use this memory to question Snape directly in my next Occlumency class, but the idea disturbs me, I never know how the man will react.

Then my mind began to wander between various conjectures about Dumbledore, Snape and Malfoy, and I don't know how long I found that the air was already filled with familiar smells.I half-swimmed to the faucet and turned it off, but that didn't remove the light green liquid that had flowed into the pool.I turned on the faucets next to it to the maximum, and the flavors of apples, oranges, and roses became more intense, but still couldn't cover up the elegant grassy scent.Finally I gave up, stared at the row of towels hanging by the pool for a while, swam back and sat down.

The hot water flows slowly, and thick and soft foam gathers around me. I close my eyes and pretend that it is a gentle hug and kiss.

Whether it is the pen of the outside media or the word of mouth of the students or ghosts in the castle, it can turn it into a long, sensational tragedy, so I will never say this short sentence.But at least, in this vast, empty space, surrounded by the scent I once smelt in the love potion, I can admit it to myself.

I love Cedric Diggory.

The first time I met Cedric was at the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff Quidditch match in my third year, and he was standing in front of me as a fellow Seeker in line before the game, his forehead drenched in the rain Blown up again by the strong wind.I looked up to meet his eyes, those gray pupils were the same color as the rolling clouds above, but they were as clear as the first rays of sunshine after the rain.

Gryffindor lost that match for an unrelated reason, I dropped my broom under the influence of a dementor.Afterwards, I learned that Cedric caught the Snitch first and realized what was going on behind him. I immediately asked for a rematch, but even our captain Wood admitted that he won fair and square.I sat on the hospital hospital bed to accept the comfort of my teammates, secretly glad that no one could hear my heartbeat.

He is a handsome and easy-going Quidditch player with excellent grades and a prefect who has all the capital to be popular with the opposite sex.Girls around me, both on and off the team, used to talk about who he was smiling at, his routine, his nice arm lines, and for about a year after that, all I did was pay attention to those words.There are many reasons I could list: he was too difficult to meet in a different college and year from mine; he was too busy to be bothered; all my third year I thought I was being hunted down by the traitor who killed my parents... I pretended to be real The reasons for this are these, not that I will be red-faced and tongue-tied when I face him.

Along with the next year came the Triwizard Tournament, a note flying out of the Goblet of Fire that caused me to have to deal with the danger of my life, the hostility of my classmates, the slander of the press, and the farce that Ron and Hermione made in turn , even so, in the intervals of all these troubles, I was extremely dismayed by the news of Cedric's relationship with Cho Chang.I've seen them walk arm in arm, and I totally understand why everyone thinks they're made for each other: both Seekers, both look as good as standing next to each other, and more importantly, They look so happy.I'll never have that bright and wholeheartedly adoring smile, I'm ashamed and unworthy of him.

But there was one unparalleled moment where I believed I could stand beside him.At the end of the third challenge, the other two warriors had already been eliminated. I was supported by him because of my injured leg, and I insisted on going to win the Triwizard Cup together.During the short ten-foot journey, his warm and strong arms supported me, and the smell of shower gel on his body overwhelmed the damp and cold mist to surround me. What I thought was the scene of myself and him walking out of the maze holding hands and holding high the trophy , we are two Hogwarts warriors who have won the school's highest honor together, and he just looks at me in the seething crowd, and he will kiss me.

Then a green light flashed and Cedric fell to the ground dead.

It was almost three in the morning when I got back to the tower, the party was over, the common room was a mess, there were candy wrappers and wrappers everywhere, it looked like they had a great time.It was quiet all around, save for the crackling of a few rough logs slowly burning in the fire, and Hermione curled up in an armchair by the wall and fell asleep, with a book on her lap that I might not even want to know the name of. The big book, I went over and woke her up.

"Harry! Where have you been?"

"Fall asleep in the tub while taking a shower." I show her wrinkled fingers

She eyed me suspiciously, "You look..."

"I was probably thinking about something before I fell asleep. It's nothing special." I said lightly, pulling a chair and sitting next to her. "Why haven't you returned to the dormitory?"

"I haven't finished some homework. The bibliography of arithmetic and divination will be very helpful for my study in the next class." Hermione answered quickly, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not the brightest student in my class, but Hermione."

"Okay, I want to make sure you're back! Why are you asking?"

"It's just that someone is waiting for me."

"What's the matter with you, Harry?" Hermione was trying not to look too worried, her eyes glowing orange.She has been wary of me lately when alone, and often makes poor attempts to hide it, because it might lead to more irritable reactions from me.

"I'm sorry to lose my temper with you, Hermione," I said.

"That's all right," said Hermione quickly, "you're right. But..."

"I know what you mean, you want me to make friends," I said softly. "I promised Dumbledore I wouldn't shut myself up, and he knows I already have two friends, you and Ron. Enough said—unless, of course, you don't want to."

Hermione was silent for a while, until I started to hold my breath and she let out a sudden sigh.

"Have you thought about leaving, Harry?"

"What-where?"

"Leave the wizarding world, leave the UK, Gringotts provides wizards and Muggle currency exchange services, your parents' inheritance is enough to allow you to go anywhere without worrying about food and clothing. You can go to a remote town in the southern hemisphere, without People know you, and neither Voldemort nor the minions of the Ministry of Magic can reach there."

"And leave you here?" I asked incredulously, "You think..."

"It's not about us, it's about you!" Hermione raised her voice, "Just being Harriet Potter, without me and Ron, without the Order of the Phoenix, without that prophecy, what would you do?"

I was unprepared for this question.I watched the fire and thought about my parents, Cedric and Sirius, the people I could have saved but couldn't, the life I could have had.

"I don't know," I finally said, "that doesn't exist. It's happened, the dead are dead, and I'll never know how I would have chosen in that situation, just like I wouldn't have known if my parents What it's like to grow up around. I can't imagine a situation where it doesn't exist, all I know is that Voldemort is expanding his power and I'm the one destined to face him."

After a short pause, I added, "But I can be sure that without you and Ron, I would not be where I am now."

Hermione shook her head, "Do you remember how we became friends?"

"You mean the time Ron and I beat up a twenty-foot troll and you lied to get us out of it?"

"The troll raised a stick at me, and you hugged it from behind and stuck your wand into its nose..."

"I don't need that part, thanks."

We laughed together and collapsed on the backs of the armchairs.

"You didn't even like me then, and you were able to fight trolls for me. And yet you're still wondering why Ron and I want to be friends with you?"

A warmth that is very different from hot water dripped into my chest, soothing my empty and cramped stomach.

"Thank you, Hermione."

"I think we should go back to sleep for a while." Hermione stood up with the book in her arms, and pulled me up, who was lying on the chair and didn't want to move, "I can't believe it's past four o'clock, and I have two more tomorrow The homework is about to be completed..."

She picked me up muttering, and drove me into the dormitory without any explanation.Before I got into the curtain, I heard a "good night" from behind me.