A FEW WORDS SPOKEN // HARRY

[Cordelia Gold]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •

What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

With her fluorescent pink Doc Marten's and her casual attire, Cordelia didn't look as if she even belonged in the library. However, books surrounded her and were piled high on the table, whether they were open or not. Being a 7th year, she had the privilege to wander into the Restricted Section any time she pleases. But it was a relief for her that Madam Pince hadn't seen the demolition quite yet. If she had, Cordelia would've undoubtedly been kicked out of the library.

It was Saturday morning, and she had woken up in a mood. She had woken up in a Cedric mood. Meaning, she woke up so incredibly impressed and the usual train of thoughts she had when she was in this mood crossed her mind, like an old rerun of a muggle television show. What if...what if she could bring Cedric back to life? She was the Dark Lord's secret granddaughter, surely, surely she could ressurect him. She instantly took a shower and got ready, and made her way to the library. She had been the first one inside. Madam Pince hadn't even been awake when Cordelia entered. She had been at this for two hours now, reading and re-reading books on everything she could find concerning necromancy.

"The Restricted Section is only for - oh, Miss Gold." the man stammered. Looking up from her book, Cordelia saw Professor Slughorn, looking at her in anxiety - and fear? Cordelia frowned at him suspiciously. What did he have to be fearful of? She was only a seventh year. Nothing special. He would look at her as if...as if, she would turn into a monster any time soon. "Miss Gold, wh-what are you doing here so early?"

"Reading," Cordelia nodded, answering shortly as she tapped the book as a form of gesture. Suddenly, she remembered something she had read earlier on. Something about horcruxes. It interested her greatly but the book didn't offer much. "Actually, Professor Slughorn, you were a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher before."

"Yes, my girl, that is true."

"Can I ask you a question?" Cordelia asked earnestly, pushing the innocence and genuine curiosity in her tone quite a bit.

Slughorn's face turned a shade of green and Cordelia's suspicion frown deepened. What was up with the man?
"Don't you think you should ask Professor Snape - "

"Professor Snape and I don't get along very well, I'm afraid." she bowed her head, attempting to look abashed. She heard a deep sigh coming from Slughorn and she smirked in triumph inwardly.

"What did you want to ask me?"

"I was wondering," Cordelia looked up. "I found it in a book. I was wondering what a horcrux was."

Slughorn's eyes widened in horror and he began to step away from her. His body shook, his face turning a sickly white. "D-don't you, what do you....don't go looking for things you know nothing about, girl!" he exclaimed, surprising Cordelia along with the others in the library.

"S-sir, I just want to know!"

"You're just like your grandfather. Just forget about it!"

Cordelia's face twisted into a similar look of horror on Slughorn's face, along with shock. Her grandfather? No....he couldn't mean. Cordelia opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. Slughorn turned swiftly and fled the library, leaving a horrified Cordelia in his wake. Cordelia sat still, one thought running through her mind.
She was nothing like her grandfather.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Words ! 583
Tagged ! Harry Potter
Outfit ! Link to pretty little outfit
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
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[Harry Potter]

Harry was thoroughly fed up. Hermione and Ron’s constant bickering was pushing his patience to the absolute limit. With the pair of them throwing insults left, right and center, Harry was [for one of the first times in his life] not enjoying Hogwarts life; it was long and dull without the unity and excitement of his two best friends. The night before, the Gryffindor common room had held host to a party in the name of all the Gryffindor birthdays that the friends had missed over the summer holidays. Of course, this had proved the perfect opportunity for Ron and Hermione to scowl at one another from across the room whilst Harry endured an hour of Neville’s garble about Herbology and its uses in modern magic. That alone would be enough to put someone in a bad mood, but it was heightened by the fact that Dumbledore had promised Harry he would be having private lessons with him but the Headmaster was yet to mention it again.

Early though it was, Harry quickly washed and dressed, not bothering to be quiet because he knew Ron’s thunderous snoring would cover up any noise he made. Finally, slipping on a pair of old socks (previously belonging to Dudley) and his favorite trainers, Harry picked up his Advanced Potions book and headed off towards the library.

Walking down the corridors, Harry smiled as he passed the paintings. He’d been at this school for six years and yet, he could never get over how wonderful magic was. Violet, The Fat Lady’s gossiping friend, was dancing through the portraits, whispering and pointing at Harry to which the painting’s inhabitants would begin muttering excitedly. Harry kept his head down and walked with a faster pace. Gossip was already running rife in the corridors this year; everywhere he turned, people would stare at Harry, just like they did when he first arrived. However, this year it was because the Daily Prophet was claiming him to be ‘The Chosen One’ which to some extent amused him. It was amusing because last year Harry was the most untrusted, hated boy in the country, re-named ‘Harry Plotter’ and ‘The Boy Who Lies’ despite the fact he had been telling the truth all along. But he was trying not to be bitter and just be pleased that people believed him now.

Jumping the vanishing step on the staircase, Harry strode towards the library and slowly pushed the door open, not surprised to find it quite empty. Finding a comfortable corner, Harry settled himself down and opened his Potions book and began to dissect it, looking at the writing.
Hermione’s wrong, it can’t be a girl. It’s a boy, I just know. Harry thought to himself as he read the instructions to make Black Death. After about fifteen minutes searching through the book, Harry was feeling in somewhat of a better mood and decided he might even ask Ron to go and play some Quidditch with him in the afternoon. Placing a small, satisfied smile upon his thin face, Harry adjusted his glasses as they slipped down his nose. Thinking of going for some breakfast, Harry’s attention was caught as he saw Professor Slughorn of who had taken a great liking to Harry. Hiding himself behind one of the bookcases, Harry kept an eye on the old, podgy teacher. Harry watched as he made his way across the library, his huge, bulbous nose red-raw as if he’d just been out in a bitter, winter storm.

Harry was about to sneak out of the library when Harry overheard Professor Slughorn’s voice from the Restricted Section and without hesitation, Harry followed.

“Miss Gold, what are you doing here so early?”

Running through the members of the Gold family, Harry presumed it must be Kallista as she was the studious Ravenclaw. He knew her from Dumbledore’s Army and she was a very skilled witch but she wasn’t old enough to just go into the Restricted Section and teachers, in the current global situation of dread, were not keen to give passes to that particular part of the library. He peered around the corner of the shelf and was surprised to find Slughorn talking to Cordelia.
Rubbing his ear, his one sign of self-consciousness, Harry was careful to keep himself hidden. He didn’t want Slughorn to know he was there, spying or not. Looking around his shoulder, Harry checked that no one would find him in this unflattering position and was glad to see he was alone.

“D-don't you, what do you....don't go looking for things you know nothing about, girl!"

Harry was somewhat taken aback when Slughorn said that and ditching his idea of staying hidden, Harry dashed to a chair nearer the area and put his Advanced Potion Making book in front of his face, obscuring his vision somewhat but wildly enhancing his hearing. Slughorn continued to say something else but Harry was confused, very thoroughly. Slughorn swept out of the library and Harry peered over the top of his book and looked at Cordelia; her face was contorted, with rage and confusion. But something was different about it, Harry leapt up from his seat, his almond-shaped, emerald-green eyes widened ever-so-slightly. Professor Slughorn had said something to Cordelia about her grandfather and though it may be a long shot, Harry thought he saw something.

When Cordelia looked up, Harry thought he was a glint of Lord Voldemort in her features and her eyes. Closing his books, and sliding up from his chair, Harry blocked the doorway to the Restricted Section, scrutinizing her, he felt like Dumbledore.
“That was tense?” Harry said, trying to keep his voice calm but it came out louder than he expected and much stronger.