Chapter 6: Death Threats

The End

Chapter 6: Death Threats

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Hermione was sent to St. Mungo's to recuperate. Ron hadn't mentioned the entire incident and had thrown himself into schoolwork and Quidditch practice. The others had decided it was best not to interfere with anyone. They'd all taken an oath not to mention it unless Ron or Hermione mentioned it first.

One day, Draco was sitting in the Slytherin common room trying to finish up an essay for Aislin's class. Ava came down the stairs from her dorm and saw him. Using stealth, she snuck up to him. Leaning close next to his ear, she let out a long sigh. Draco rounded on Ava, knocking her down and pulling his wand to her throat. Ava looked up at him.

"Relax, Draco. It's just me," she said, looking him in the eyes. Draco looked at her a moment longer and then decided it was safe to rise up off of her. Standing, he held his hand out. Ava took it and pulled herself up. "Why are you so damn jumpy? You're worse than Tommy," she said. Draco smirked.

"It comes with being a Magus. You shouldn't sneak up on us. Normally, I mutter the curse or hex before I even point the wand. So, unless you want your eyebrows singed off, I suggest you don't do that again," he said. Ava nodded, then looked at Draco's homework.

"I see you haven't finished Professor Douglas' essay."

"The woman demands nothing but perfection from everyone who was under her tutelage last year. She was one of the Magi that trained us. I personally think she's crazy. It's not like we don't know these potions already." Draco looked over at the clock. It was almost 3:15. He began hurriedly gathering his things.

"Where are you going?" Ava asked, watching him move at light speed.

"I've got to get to the Quidditch pitch. Practice starts in fifteen minutes. I'm captain. I'm the last person who needs to be late. Plus, we play Gryffindor tomorrow. I'll see you at dinner." With that, Draco was off. Ava smiled as she watched him go.

"Cute, isn't he?" a voice said from behind Ava. Ava frowned and turned around. Millicent Bulstrode was standing there, glaring at her with her arms crossed.

"What do you want, Bulstrode?" Ava asked, sounding annoyed. Millicent smiled and practically glided down the stairs.

"I noticed the way you look at Draco. I don't blame you. He is quite a ladies' man. A bit of a pretty boy though. It's a pity that Assante bitch has him. If it weren't for her, I'd be running with glee. She is a horrible little Italian wench," Millicent said. Ava sighed.

"I am in no way interested in Draco like that, Bulstrode. I don't think Aurora would be too happy if she heard you talking about Draco like that. In fact, I think she might even get a little rough with you," Ava said, smirking. Millicent frowned.

"I can take that girl anytime, anyplace, Zaviera. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get to the Quidditch pitch," Millicent said. Millicent was a new Beater for the Slytherin team. Ava suddenly got a sick feeling in her stomach. Aurora was a Chaser along with Ginny and Seamus Finnigan. Tomorrow's game was going to be a messy one...

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Draco was rushing down the hallway. The hallways were practically deserted except for Draco and the occasional ghost. As Draco passed an empty classroom, he heard what sounded like a mixture of a moan and a cry for help. Draco listened for a moment, and his eyes widened as he realized whose voice it was. He opened the classroom door and saw Neve and Tommy. Neve was sitting on a table. Tommy was standing between her legs, fumbling with her shirt. Neve was half laughing and half trying to push Tommy away. Tommy was smiling and kept kissing her neck. Neve opened her eyes and saw Draco standing there.

"Draco!" she said, a little shocked. Tommy didn't seem to hear her. Draco marched forward and pulled Tommy off of her. He slammed Tommy into a wall and pulled his wand. He held it to Tommy's neck. Neve jumped off of the desk she was on.

"What do you think you're doing!" Tommy yelled, looking Draco in the eye. Neve ran up beside them. Draco stared at Tommy with hatred in his eyes.

"Draco, what the hell are you doing! Let him go now!" Neve yelled, buttoning her shirt. Draco took no heed to her words and continued staring at Tommy. Tommy swallowed hard. "Draco!" Neve yelled one final time. Draco finally listened and released Tommy. Tommy looked at Draco like he was crazy, then he looked at Neve.

"I'll see you at dinner," he said. Neve nodded, then looked at Draco. Draco was putting his wand away. Neve punched him in the arm, hard. Draco frowned and looked at her.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he asked. Neve frowned at him.

"What is your problem?" she asked. Her eyes were blazing. The roots of her hair were starting to turn red. Draco still had said nothing. Neve crossed her arms. "Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"

"You shouldn't be messing with him," Draco said. Neve's eyes widened.

"And since when did you become my older brother? Draco, I don't need you to tell me who is good for me. You aren't related to me in any way except for the fact that you're screwing my sister. So, just mind your own damn business," Neve said. Then she stormed out of the room. Draco sighed.

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The next day at the Quidditch game between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Ron stood at the front with Harry.

"Ready, mate?" Harry asked. Ron nodded. The doors opened.

"You better believe it." Ron mounted his broom and flew off. Both he and Harry circled the pitch once then took their places. Madam Hooch released the Snitch and the two Bludgers. Looking up at the students she threw the Quaffle up and blew her whistle. Aurora grabbed it first. She passed it back and forth to Seamus and then Ginny. She ducked as a Bludger came flying her way. She looked in the direction that the Bludger had come from. Millicent was smiling down at her. Aurora glared at her and continued.

"Watch yourself, Aurora!" Ginny yelled. Aurora nodded and shot another nasty look at Millicent before flying off in pursuit of the Quaffle.

After about an hour of play, it started to rain. Harry had yet to see the Snitch, and it was becoming very difficult to see in all of the rain. It had started coming down in sheets. The score was 90 to 120 with Slytherin leading. Harry looked down from his safe spot high above the game. Then he saw just how brutal Quidditch could get.

Aurora, purely by accident, knocked into Millicent in order to avoid being hit with a Bludger. She passed the Quaffle to Ginny, who went to make the score, bringing Gryffindor up to 100. Aurora, unsuspecting and cheering her teammate on, wasn't paying any attention. Millicent flew over to the Bludger that her fellow Beater, Goyle was about to hit. She almost knocked him off his broom. Hitting the Bludger as hard as she could, she sent it flying at top speed towards Aurora. Harry watched this.

"AURORA, WATCH OUT!" Harry yelled as loud as he could. Aurora looked up at him. It all sounded like he was mumbling. She squinted in the rain and saw Harry pointing at something behind her. Aurora turned just in time to get hit in the face the Bludger. All of it seemed to happen in slow motion.

In the stands, Neve had seen the whole thing. She watched her sister fall about fifty feet to the sand near the goal posts. Madam Hooch blew the whistle. Everyone landed, and Neve ran down to the pitch. She pushed her way through the crowd of players. She gasped at what she saw. Aurora's face was covered in blood. Her eyes were closed. Her nose was obviously broken, and she was completely unconscious.

"Is she all right?" Draco asked Madam Hooch, looking genuinely concerned. Madam Hooch nodded. One of the guards of Hogwarts came sauntering up. Madam Hooch mumbled to him, and he picked up Aurora and marched off with her. Madam Hooch turned towards Ron. Ron and Harry were watching Neve. The roots of her hair were beginning to turn red.

"Did you see what happened, Weasley?" Madam Hooch asked. Ron shook his head no, still looking at Neve. Millicent was holding her broom, looking very smug. Finally, Neve spoke.

"So esattamente ciò che è successo. Quella ragazza scervellata..." Neve pushed her way through the Slytherin team, and her fist met Millicent's nose. Millicent fell back. Neve climbed on top of her and started pummeling the poor girl's face. Millicent wasn't taking it lying down, either. She was doing almost as much damage as Neve. Neve seemed completely unaffected by it, though; she was too concerned on causing Millicent as much pain as possible.

"Girls! I demand that you stop this at once! Fifty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin! Stop it! Boys, don't just stand there! Pry them apart!" Madam Hooch yelled. The boys all looked at her like she was crazy. Madam Hooch sighed and whipped out her wand. "Petrificus Totalus," she said. Both girls entered the body bind. "Get them off my field, and hurry up so we can continue the game," Madam Hooch said, sounding a lot madder than she looked.

Harry and Ron mounted their brooms once again.

"So now we're down by a Chaser and Slytherin's down by a Beater," Ron said. Harry nodded as Madam Hooch blew the whistle. For the first time since the game started, Harry saw the little golden ball known as the Snitch. It was hovering right between he and Draco. They looked at each other. Draco flinched and went zooming off at the same time Harry did.

"Oh, no," Ginny whispered as Harry and Draco collided. They both fell to the ground. When they landed, Harry and Draco both sat up, looking very dizzy. Harry held his hand up, revealing the Snitch. Madam Hooch blew her whistle.

"GRYFFINDOR WINS!" she yelled. All the Gryffindors went up in applause. Harry stood and helped Draco up.

"Good game," he said. Draco was rubbing the knot that was forming fast on his head. He nodded.

"I've got to go see Aurora," he whispered. Harry smiled as Draco ran off. Harry turned around to get practically mauled by his teammates and roommates.

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In the hospital wing, Aurora had a cast on her nose. Draco walked up beside her bed. She tried to smile, but was failing miserably. He sat down on the bed, smiling at her. Neve was across the room, waiting as Madam Pomfrey tended to a cut on her eye.

"I am absolutely appalled at this, Miss Assante! Fighting! What nonsense is this? It is so unladylike..." Madam Pomfrey was just chewing her out. Neve sighed.

"Listen, Madam Pomfrey. Bulstrode started it! She hit Aurora with that Bludger on purpose! That wasn't fair. Look at Aurora! Her nose is broken!" Neve said. Madam Pomfrey made a noise that sounded like a cross between a cough and a snort.

"Well, you also broke Miss Bulstrode's nose and jaw, Miss Assante. Not to mention a rib. All she managed to do was scratch your eye. Young ladies don't brawl like boys, mind you." Madam Pomfrey was lighting into Neve's ass. Three beds down from Neve was Millicent, looking very beaten and bruised. She was moaning and holding her side in pain. Neve smirked in a satisfied way. "Not everyone is a Magas-in-training, Miss Assante." Madam Pomfrey stood and left, leaving Neve to sulk. She looked over at Aurora and Draco.

"All right there, Aurora?" Neve asked. Aurora nodded stiffly. Tommy came in the room after that. He went straight to Neve's bed. He was followed closely by the Tremaine twins. "Hey, guys," Neve said bluntly.

"That had to be the best fight I've ever seen! You practically murdered that girl. What was her name anyway?" Rina asked. Neve smiled.

"Millicent Bulstrode. She purposely hit a Bludger in Aurora's direction. Plus, the bitch had it coming for a while now."

"I hate to break it to you, Neve, but that's the way the game is played," Draco said. Neve glared at him.

"With intent to harm the other person, Draco? Millicent knew what she was doing because she practically mauled over a fellow Beater just to hit that Bludger at Aurora. You don't do that, Draco. Millicent has had it in for Aurora since last year in the Dueling class when Aurora beat her. I'm not stupid," Neve argued. Draco shook his head.

"You read much too far into things, Neve. Anyway, Potter ran into me as we both tried to get the Snitch. He ended up getting it. Oh well. There will be other games. I'm going to shower and get dinner. I'll see you later, love," Draco said, looking at Aurora. Aurora nodded, not daring to open her mouth. She was afraid she'd scream in pain. Neve hopped off of the bed.

"And where do you think you're going?" Lina asked Neve. Neve looked at her and smiled. Then she looked at Tommy.

"We have unfinished business," Tommy said. Draco tried really hard to ignore it. He just hoped he never caught them together again. He recoiled at the thought.

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A long way away, Giovanna Zaviera was meditating in her room at her flat in London. A knock came at her door. Nyoka was slithering around the floor, hissing all kinds of obscenities at the intruder. Giovanna sighed and went to the door.

"Calm down, Nyoka. I'm sure it's no one," Giovanna said in Parseltongue. The snake nodded as it took in her words. Opening the door, Giovanna came face to face with her sister and rival. Nicola stood there smiling smugly. Giovanna sighed and walked away from the door.

"Well, hello to you, too, Vanna. Looking rather ragged, aren't we?" Nicola asked, walking in. Giovanna turned and faced her sister. She sat on the couch.

"If you are referring to my attire, Nicola, then I do have days where I don't paint my face and put my nicest clothes just to sit around my house. I'm not you, thank Merlin," Giovanna said, sitting down on her couch. Nyoka slithered around her feet. Nicola looked down at the snake.

"Why on earth do you keep that damn thing, anyway, Vanna? It's bloody hideous if you ask me," Nicola asked, sitting across from her sister. Giovanna looked down at Nyoka, who was looking at Nicola with all the malevolence a snake could muster. Giovanna smiled.

"Because, Tom gave it to me. And, I don't believe I asked you to begin with. Besides, snakes are very loyal creatures, Nic. They're not at all like humans. Humans can be so spiteful and violent and conniving and hateful," Giovanna said. Nicola frowned.

"Last time I checked, snakes aren't the most kind and civil creatures in the wizarding world, Vanna. In fact, I think they're the most fearsome," Nicola said, looking at Nyoka. Giovanna sighed.

"And for that, they are respected. Why are you here, Nic?" she asked ingenuously. Nicola looked up at her sister and smiled.

"A little straightforward, aren't we Vanna? Eager to get rid of me, aren't you?" Nicola laughed. Giovanna rolled her eyes and held her hand out.

"I have half a mind to curse you into the next life. State your business with me and be off, will you? I don't want to have to be in your presence any more than necessary," Giovanna said in a very flat voice. Nicola's eyes narrowed.

"Watch it, Vanna. I am just curious as to why you've decided to come back after seventeen years. I mean, you kept the fact that Tom had children from him forever. What made you decide to return? You could've kept your children out of this whole fight," she said. Giovanna gave her sideways glance.

"Although this is none of your damn business, Nic, I will answer you. I came back because I wanted to help Tom. I, at one point in time, loved him," Giovanna said, turning away from her sister. Nicola smirked and sat back in her chair.

"You still love him, don't you? You're such a sucker for love, Vanna. He wants only one thing, Vanna. And you know exactly what it is," Nicola said. Giovanna looked at her.

"And what's that, Nic?"

"What do all men with power want?" Nicola asked. Giovanna cracked a small smile and looked out the window. She sighed deeply.

"More power. He's just using Tomás, isn't he?" Giovanna asked. Nicola nodded.

"You know he is. I've never known Tom to care for anyone but himself..." Nicola looked at her sister. Giovanna looked over at her. Their eyes met. "...and you. Something about you made him think twice. But, instead, he heard about that damn prophecy. And he left you," Nicola said. Giovanna smiled.

"That's the first relatively nice thing you've said to me since we were sixteen, Nic. Why is that?"

"Because I'm a power hungry vixen that likes making people suffer with and without magic, Vanna," Nicola said. Giovanna nodded.

"I'm glad you can admit that to yourself."

"I'm not going lie and say that I'm not. I know exactly what I am. What I don't know is what made me become this way..." Nicola's voice trailed off. Giovanna nodded, and the sisters sat in silence.

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Tommy stepped out of the portrait hole leading to the Gryffindor common room. As he turned the corner to leave the staircases, a hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Before Tommy could protest, he was thrown into an empty classroom. Falling on the floor, he looked up at the culprits. Neville and Draco stood there, looking smugly down at him. Draco held Tommy's wand. Although these were the LAST two people you'd expect to work together, they seemed to be pretty intent on intimidating Tommy. Tommy stood and dusted himself off.

"What is you two's problem? Who spit in your coffee?" he asked, sounding a little tired. Neville looked at Draco, who was way ahead of him. Draco pushed Tommy into a chair and mumbled something, pointing his wand. Tommy tried to stand back up, but found that he couldn't. Draco looked at him.

"Sit. Shut up. We talk. You don't," Neville said rather calmly. Tommy frowned, but did not voice his thoughts. Draco smirked and looked smugly at him. "So you fancy, Neve, huh?" Neville asked. Tommy raised an eyebrow.

"What business is of yours who I fancy and who I don't? If Neve likes me and I like her, why do you care?" Tommy asked. Draco pointed his wand and a mild electric shock went through Tommy.

"Wrong answer. This is a yes or no interrogation, Zaviera. Next time, I won't be so lenient. Answer Longbottom's question," Draco said. Tommy made a face.

"Yes, I do, and I suppose she fancies me as well," Tommy said. Neville nodded and looked at Draco.

"Listen up, Zaviera. Neve's been through a lot the past year. The last thing I want to see is her hurt. Both Longbottom and I have grown a kind of brotherly love for Neve. If she so much as breaks a nail because of you, I will kill you with my bare hands. If you hurt her emotionally, I won't kill you. I will just make you wish I had killed you. This conversation doesn't leave this room. Got it?" Draco asked, putting his wand a mere five millimeters from Tommy's face. Tommy frowned up at him with all the malice he could muster.

"Answer him, Tommy," Neville said. He didn't look the least bit like he was going to help Tommy if Draco did "accidentally" let a curse fly. Tommy still didn't say anything.

"Tomás," Draco said, putting the tip of his wand on the tip of Tommy's nose. Draco seemed to be really enjoying himself.

"Fine. Whatever you say, Malfoy," Tommy said. Draco stood there for a second. Then another electric shock ran through Tommy's body. This one was more powerful than the first. Tommy fell out of seat, suddenly able to move. Neville snickered, and Draco put his wand away.

"Sorry about that, mate. It slipped." Draco tossed Tommy back his wand as he stood up. Tommy's eyes burned with hatred. When the two other boys left the room, Tommy just stood there, his temples beginning to hurt.

"When the final battle comes, he'll be the first one to go," he mumbled. Then, Tommy's arm began burning. He looked at it. Where the Dark Mark had been burned into his arm, letters were forming. Tommy squinted at it. There was a message.

The Gryffindor common room fire.

2:45 am

DO NOT BE LATE

As the words disappeared, the burning sensation did also. Tommy covered his arm back up and walked out of the classroom. As he walked out, he almost ran into Ava. She paused and looked at him.

"Tommy, es-tu bon?" she asked in French. Tommy nodded. He looked at her. The expression on Ava's face clearly stated that she believed he was lying straight through his teeth.

"Really, Ava. I'm fine," Tommy said. Ava nodded apprehensively. Then she looked in the room behind him.

"Why were you in there?" she asked. Tommy sighed.

"Ava, what is this? Twenty questions? When did you become so interested in what I do?" Tommy snapped. Ava glared at her brother. She stared at him long and hard. Tommy looked in her eyes. Ava stepped back.

"Fine then, Tommy. Keep your thoughts to your damn self." With that, Ava stormed off. Tommy watched her go. He didn't like keeping things from his sister, but this was for her own good. He wasn't too sure he wanted her mixed up with the Death Eaters and their father. Ava was a very powerful witch. She could easily defend herself. After reassuring himself that he was doing the right thing in keeping Ava out of it, he turned to go the Great Hall.

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At 2:45 that night, Tommy slunk out of his dorm and made sure no one was there. He looked at the fireplace. Sitting there for about three minutes, the flames rose brightly, revealing the face of his father. He looked even more intimidating in a fire than in person.

"Well, what have you got to tell me, Tomás?" he asked. Tommy frowned at his curtness.

"Hello to you, too, DAD. I haven't found out much except that there are now several guards here. They're from the Magi. So, it would be quite foolish to attack the school. There are also these girls whose parents are Magi. Maybe you've heard of them. Their surname is...let me think...Turner? Trellis? Truman?" Tommy racked his brain. Voldemort's eyes widened considerably.

"Tremaine?" he asked. Tommy snapped his fingers and nodded.

"That's it. Celerina and Catalina Tremaine, a.k.a. Rina and Lina. Plus, they're older sister is one of the guards here. I think her name was Cye or something like that." Tommy heard rustling in the background. Then he saw a woman in the background. She pushed Voldemort unceremoniously out of the way.

"You said Tremaine?" the woman asked. Tommy squinted at her. She reminded him of his mother.

"Yeah. Who are you?" Tommy asked. The woman smirked.

"I'm Lady Nicola Feleti, Tomás. I'm sure Vanna didn't tell you about me. I'm your aunt, your mother's younger sister. Now, how many Tremaines are there at the school?" she asked. Tommy counted on his fingers.

"Six. Two are sixth-years. Then you have a third-year, Camilla, a second-year, can't remember her name, and a first-year, Carmelita. The sixth one is one of the guards. I think her name was Cytheria. What is it with the Tremaines?" Tommy asked. Nicola smirked.

"I'm literally shocked that Ricardo sent his finest Magi. Wait until they see our secret weapon. They shall be pleasantly surprised." Nicola was smiling evilly. Then she walked out of sight. Voldemort's face came back.

"She didn't answer my question," Tommy said.

"Right you are. The Tremaines are like a dynasty or clan. All of them have always been Aurors or Magi for almost five centuries. They are extremely good at what they do and are not to be taken lightly. Become friends with the twins. They are relatively powerful ones. They've been in training since they were twelve. Stay out of Cytheria Tremaine's way. She's a real tough one. Have you been getting close to anyone?"

"No," Tommy lied. Voldemort stared at him.

"You're lying, Tomás. I know when you lie. Who've you been getting acquainted with?" he asked. Tommy looked down.

"Neve Assante," he whispered. Voldemort almost smiled. Tommy looked at him with question written all over his face. "Why is that good? Why are you smirking like that?"

"I captured Neveah Assante last year. I held her for ransom. A real spirited and headstrong witch, that one. She's very high maintenance. It is good that you've been getting acquainted with her. Get as much information out of her as possible. This is where I leave you." Before Tommy could protest using Neve in that way, Voldemort was gone. He sighed and headed back up to his dormitory.

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Several days later, Harry woke up in his bed. It was abnormally early. Ron was snoring next to him with his mouth wide open. Harry smirked. He'd always told Ron that one day, something was going to fly in his mouth while he was sleeping. After lying there for quite some time, he decided to go down to the common room.

When he reached the balcony above the common room, Harry's breath caught in his throat. A girl with thick brown hair was sitting in one of the plush armchairs, staring into the fire. Harry took a step, and the floor creaked. The girl turned her head and smiled. Harry bounded down the stairs as the girl stood.

"HERMIONE!" He hugged her as tight as he could. Hermione was practically choking. Harry realized what he was doing and released her. Hermione stepped back from him and smiled.

"Hi, Harry. I've missed you, too," she said, giggling. Then, her face dropped as she looked past Harry. Harry turned around and saw Ron standing there. He walked over to the two and looked down at Hermione, who is relatively short compared to Ron.

"Hi, Mione," he said. Hermione looked down. Harry took this as his cue to leave the room. He went back up to his room. Ron smiled down at her. "Mione?" he asked quietly. Then, Hermione threw her arms around his neck. This feat was incredibly hard to do. She literally had to jump in order to accomplish it. Ron caught her. She started sobbing in his chest.

"Oh, Ron," she cried. Ron's eyes were wide with shock. He rubbed her back and carried her to the plush sofa.

"Mione, it's okay. Please stop crying," he said gently as he sat her down. Hermione was sniffing like there was no tomorrow. Ron had to try his hardest not to laugh at her. Her face was all rosy and pink, and she looked radiant as the fire played tricks with her face. Hermione wiped her eyes and looked at Ron. He was watching her smugly.

"What are you smirking at? I thought you were going to hate me," she said. Ron shook his head.

"No, I'm not mad...ANYMORE. I was at first, but then I realized why you didn't tell me at first. I was madder at the others than you, per se. They had to deal with me. Plus, you know I can't stay mad at you for more than five minutes no matter how hard I try. I've missed you so much." Ron kissed her. Hermione let herself melt into him. When they came up for air, Hermione looked into his eyes.

"Has anything worthwhile happened while I was gone?" she asked. Ron laughed.

"Well, aside from the fact that Harry and I have had no one to copy for our History of Magic essays... nothing. Except at the first Quidditch match of the season. It was us against Slytherin. Millicent Bulstrode hit a Bludger at Aurora on purpose. She clearly wanted to hurt her. It hit Aurora right in the face," Ron laughed. Hermione frowned.

"Ron, I don't find that funny at all..." she began. Ron shushed her.

"That's not what I'm laughing about. Yeah, we were all really worried about Aurora. The funny part was that Neve saw the whole thing from start to finish. She came down to the pitch, and she was LIVID. After Aurora was taken away, Madam Hooch was questioning us. Neve said something in Italian or whatnot. I'm sure it wasn't very pleasant. Then she launched herself at Millicent. Talk about catfights. It was like watching two lionesses going at it. It was classic. Madam Hooch had the audacity to ask us to pry them apart. I wasn't trying to die. She ended up just putting them in body binds." Ron was openly laughing now.

"Is Neve all right? I mean, Millicent Bulstrode tried to kill me in second-year during that Dueling Club practice. She's no pixie, you know."

"Oh, Neve is fine. Millicent was a different story though. Neve really did a number on her. Broken jaw and everything. Neve came out of it with a couple of cracked knuckles and a scratch under her eye. That was it. Aurora broke her nose," Ron said, looking off as if he was remembering something. Hermione shook her head.

"Ron?" she said, looking sternly at him. Ron put a finger to her lips.

"Shhh. I don't want to talk about any of that anymore. Just lay with me tonight," he said quietly. Hermione nodded, and in seconds, they were out of it together on that couch.

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Harry came out of the dormitory and saw Ron and Hermione. Ginny was with him.

"Now isn't that cute? I'm glad they've made up," Ginny said. Harry nodded.

"We'll know for sure in the morning, I guarantee you. They'll be yelling at each other again in no time," Harry said. Ginny looked slyly at Harry. Harry looked back at her. He was examining the look in her eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking. "Let's go," he whispered. Ginny smiled, and they went to Harry's dormitory. Harry put a Silencing Charm on his bed, and pulled the curtains.

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So esattamente ciò che è successo. Quella ragazza scervellata = I know exactly what happened. That brainless girl.

es-tu bon = Are you okay