[January Fifth 1992: Sunday]
Jean, Apolline, Harry and his best friends landed on Platform Nine and Three Quarters as it was just beginning to become crowded.
"Bye Mum, Dad," Harry told his adopted parents as he hugged them.
"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour," Harry's best friends chanted in unison to the two adults.
"It was our pleasure, girls," Apolline told them. "And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Apolline?"
"Sorry," the girls chanted in unison again. Apolline shot them all an exasperated look as she knew that they did it just to annoy her.
"Have fun, children," Jean spoke to Harry and his friends.
"Bye," Harry said as he stepped onto the train followed by the girls.
The girls followed Harry towards the end of the train to find an empty compartment.
Harry sat down in the middle of one of the benches only for the twins to sit down and snuggle up against him. He rolled his eyes as he heard them purring softly while he stroked their hair.
"It's a good thing that Fleur isn't the jealous type," Harry pointed out as he ran his fingers through the two girls' hair, idly wondering how they got it so soft and silkily.
All four girls turned to him with wide eyes as they shuddered as one at the thought of an angry Veela after them for touching her mate.
Harry laughed loudly at their expressions which made the girls all pout at him.
"Now that I think about it," Hermione said as her brow crinkled in thought, "Why doesn't she have a problem that you have four female best friends that you're close to?"
Harry smiled slightly, "She doesn't mind because she knows she can trust me not to do anything. I may flirt with you four but I would never touch another girl if it meant that Fleur wasn't comfortable with it."
"So because she's comfortable with you touching other girls you do?" Padma asked from her spot next to Harry.
"There's a difference between being close and cheating," Harry told them. "The most the five of us do is hold hands and cuddle. It's not ever going beyond that and Fleur knows that."
The girls looked mildly disappointed at that statement.
Harry's own face softened at the girls' faces. "I know you four like me," Harry said softly, he saw the girls about to protest so he held up his hand which quieted them. "Don't deny it. If you want something more than holding hands and cuddling then you're going to have to convince Fleur."
"And you really think she would share her mate?" Daphne snorted out.
"I don't know," Harry told her. "But if you don't try then you won't know will you?"
Hermione looked deep in thought before her face lit up in realization, "I know the reason she trusts you so much. I forgot I read something about Veela. They can smell the scent of other women on their mates once they bond to them and since you see Fleur every weekend she smells your scent every week."
Harry smiled at her, "Yes, they can smell other girls on you. According to my mum the scent lasts about a month before it goes away. But Fleur also trusts me not to do anything."
"How do you know Fleur won't do anything?" Parvati asked curiously. Harry could see she wasn't implying anything, just asking a question.
"Because mated Veela can't cheat on their mates," Harry explained. "It's physically impossible for them to cheat. Once they mate they lose all attraction to any male that isn't her mate."
"Then where do the stories that Veela are whores come from?" Hermione asked.
Harry sighed before he answered, "A Veela can only mate one time and that's when she loses her virginity. A Veela can choose not to mate to the man she loses her virginity to though. When a Veela doesn't choose to have a mate, her libido is increased. The stories come from the few Veela that choose not to mate and they give Veela as a whole a bad reputation."
"Why do some Veela chose not to mate?" Daphne asked.
"Some don't want to become subservient to their mate," Harry told her.
"What?" all four girls asked together.
Harry laughed before asking, "Who do you think wears the pants in my family? My mum or dad?"
"Your mum," the girls answered together again.
Harry smiled at them before uttering, "Wrong."
"But your mum is always bossing your dad around," Hermione said with a confused expression on her face, something that Harry thought looked quite cute on her.
"She does but only because Dad lets her," Harry stated. He saw their confused looks before he elaborated. "When a Veela mates, she becomes subservient to her mate. Any power that you see my mum have is because Dad lets her have it."
"So, you could order Fleur to do something and she would do it?" Padma asked.
"Most likely," Harry answered. "But remember, it just makes the Veela subservient not a slave. If she truly didn't want to do it then she wouldn't. That's also one of the reasons that Veela are so picky when it comes to dating. Their decision on who to mate with effects the rest of their life, they almost literally put their lives in their mates hands."
"It must be an honor to be chosen as a mate for a Veela then," Daphne said softly as she and the girls absorbed the information.
"It is," Harry agreed. "The Veela that mates to a male trusts that male with her life and her very existence. Very rarely does a person abuse that and if they do the entire Veela community comes down on the male."
They sat in silence, the only sound in the compartment was the light purring that the twins where making as he ran his hands through their hair and massaged their scalp. Daphne was the only one that disturbed the peace when she got up to use the loo.
Harry glanced at her as she entered the compartment and retook her seat next to Hermione. He watched her face which had a very thoughtful look on it.
"What's up, Daph?" Harry asked from his position of two drowsing twins.
"I heard people talking about there being a giant three headed dog on the third floor," Daphne told him. She watched as the twins perked up at the mention of the magical creature.
"Really?" Hermione asked as she literally bounced up and down in excitement. "I've read about Cerberuses last term. I've wanted to meet one after I read about them."
"You want to meet a giant three headed dog that can eat you in one bite?" Parvati asked dryly.
Hermione scrunched up her face cutely before nodding, "Yeah." She looked at Harry with a quivering lower lip with wide eyes that glistened.
"That doesn't work on me," Harry told her with amusement as he watched her face fall. "I grew up with that look from Fleur and my mum."
"But I really want to see the Cerberus," Hermione whined liked a little child.
Harry sighed in exasperation, "Fine, we'll go see the Cerberus but you owe me one."
Hermione nodded happily as she flew out of her seat and grabbed Harry into a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." She noticed that she was straddling him and in an instant she was back in her seat with a very red face which only turned redder as the other three girls laughed at her face.
[January Fifth 1992: Sunday]
Harry sat in between the twins on one side of the table in the Great Hall while Hermione and Daphne sat on the opposite side.
"Dumbledore looks mad at you, Harry?" Daphne said casually as she took a bite of her chicken.
The four others glanced at the Headmaster of the school to find him glaring down at Harry.
"It looks like he wants to rip you a new one," Hermione commented as she turned back to her meal, ignoring the glaring professor.
"You think he's mad at Harry kneeing him in his family jewels?" Parvati asked innocently.
"Of course not," Padma disagreed with a straight face. "That probably had nothing to do with it."
"Maybe he's mad that it was only a half a second of contact," Daphne said with a devious grin on her face. At her statement, her four best friends turned green.
"Daphne!" Harry scolded her as he attempted not to throw up. "Please don't put any of those kind of images in our heads."
"Or what?" Daphne challenged as she leant closer to Harry's face.
"Or no cuddling for a week," Harry whispered in her ear making Daphne pale.
"No!" Daphne told him quickly. "I'll be good, I promise."
The girls looked at her funnily for caving so easy to just a whisper. Daphne wrapped her arms around Harry's arm and held on tight, making the other girls understand what Harry had whispered.
Another ten minutes saw the feast ending and everyone leaving the Great Hall.
As the group walked to the Ravenclaw common room they whispered between themselves.
"Meet in the common room at midnight after everyone goes to bed and we'll go see the Cerberus," Harry told the girls as they entered the common room.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione said brightly.
"Yes, thank you for letting us meet a Cerberus when we should be in bed," Daphne said sarcastically.
"You're welcome, Daphne," Harry said brightly to her, ignoring her tone and making her scowl at him.
"Midnight," Harry reminded them as he walked up the boy's stairs to his room.
[January Sixth 1992: Monday]
A few minutes after midnight, Harry was quietly sneaking down the boy's stairs to the common room. As he arrived, he saw the girls already down there and sitting on one of the couches.
"You're early," Harry commented quietly as he walked up behind them.
"Hermione wouldn't stop bugging us to come down," Daphne muttered as she glared at said girl.
Hermione just gave her an innocent stare before she gave up and poked her tongue out at Daphne.
The twin Indian girls rolled their eyes at the antics between Hermione and Daphne. They were always arguing like children.
"Girls," Harry scolded playfully, making the two girls pout at him. "Let's go before someone comes down."
Before either Hermione or Daphne could blink, the twins were wrapped around Harry's arms. The two Indian girls looked back and smirked before sticking their tongues out at them.
They didn't make a sound as the group exited the common room into the darkness of the night of the corridor.
It took only ten minutes to get from Ravenclaw common room to the third floor. After some exploring, they finally found the door that led to the Cerberus.
As the group passed one of the doors, they heard a loud snort come from the other side.
"So how are we doing this?" Harry asked the girls as they stood outside the door to the room that held the three headed dog.
"Let's just wing it," Daphne suggested with a straight face.
"Alright," Harry said brightly as he waved his wand, opening the door.
"Harry!" all of the girls exclaimed at him, only to freeze when a loud growl came from inside the room.
The girls stood frozen as Harry walked into the room without a care in the world. They watched from the outside of the room as Harry walked up to the giant three headed dog. Harry stood in front of the creature and the girls sucked in a breath as it lowered its head down so that it was level with Harry.
Not a sound was heard as the Cerberus sniffed Harry tentatively. After a few sniffs, the dog barked happily. The Cerberus crouched down and wagged its tail at Harry.
"Come on in, girls," Harry called from inside of the room. The four girls took a few steps into the room, weary of the Cerberus snapping at them. After the same routine with them, the Cerberus started to happily bark at them also.
"Don't do that!" Hermione exclaimed out as she hit Harry in the arm.
"Don't blame me," Harry mocked whined. "Daphne is the one that said I should wing it."
"I was joking," Daphne defended herself when Hermione turned to glare at her.
"Oh calm down, Hermione, if the Cerberus would have done anything other than been friendly, I would have fried it," Harry assured her as he petted the middle head of the Cerberus.
"Fine," Hermione huffed out before she turned her attention to the creature.
Harry watched in amusement as the giant three headed canine acted like a puppy as it played with his four best friends.
"Hey," Padma said from the side of the Cerberus causing the four others to turn to her. "Did you guys know that the Cerberus was female?"
"Really?" Hermione asked as she bolted to where Padma was standing. Hermione glanced up to the underside of the Cerberus, "Huh, it is a female."
"Done checking out the Cerberus?" Harry asked with amusement in his voice and on his face.
Hermione blushed lightly as she walked from under the dog and started to pet one of her heads.
"Is that a trapdoor?" Parvati asked as she spotted something on the floor. She moved towards it only for the Cerberus to snap her heads to Parvati. The Cerberus growled in warning at her.
Parvati stopped as she heard the growl. When she was far enough away from the trapdoor, the Cerberus went back to her puppy loving self.
"I was wondering why a Cerberus would be in a school full of children," Daphne said to the group.
"So she's guarding something," Harry commented, "I wonder what it is."
"We could always find out," Daphne told him.
"No," Harry said firmly. "We don't know what's down there. I'll come back later this week and Tunnel my way through."
"So it's not dangerous for you but it is for us?" Daphne asked him sarcastically.
"Of course it's dangerous for me," Harry told her, "But I can Tunnel out at the first sign of danger, what can the four of you do if you find something dangerous?"
Daphne had the good grace to flush, knowing what he had said was true.
"I'm not trying to be mean," Harry told her as he walked up and brought her into a hug. "I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"I know," Daphne whispered into his chest. He smiled at her before kissing her forehead.
"Come on, it's getting late. We should head to bed," Harry told the girls, making them all whine at the thought of leaving the Cerberus. Harry rolled his eyes, "We'll come back later this week."
"Fine," Hermione huffed out. She petted the Cerberus's head. "We'll come back later, Cerb." Cerb barked happily while she wagged her tail.
"Cerb?" Padma asked while she tried to hold in her laugh.
Hermione glared at her, "I couldn't come up with a name."
Padma couldn't hold in her laugh any longer, she started laughing loudly as she followed Harry out of the room.
The five first years left the third floor and they slowly made their way back to their common room.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione said as she hugged him tightly. She brought her head up and kissed him on the cheek only for him to turn his head at the last minute. Her lips landed directly on his. Hermione's eyes widened and she quickly drew back with a blush on her face.
Harry smiled at the mistake kiss, "I'm glad you had the fun tonight, Mione."
"I had a great time," Hermione whispered into Harry's chest, ignoring the massive blush that was on her face.
Harry smiled at her, "That's fine, Mione."
Hermione gave him a peck on the cheek before rushing up the girls' stairs, the other girls right behind her.
[January Sixth 1992: Monday]
The next night saw Harry ghosting through the castle to the third floor. He was curious about what Dumbledore could be hiding that he would use a Cerberus.
Harry entered the room that held the giant canine very quietly but the dog still heard him. Cerb barked happily at the sight of him and wagged her tail.
"Hey girl," Harry greeted as he scratched Cerb's middle head. Harry stepped back, making the Cerb cock her heads in confusion. "Sorry girl, I have to go."
With barely an effort, Harry Tunneled to just inside the trap door. As soon as he came through on the other side he felt himself falling. He gathered his powers in case he had to Tunnel away.
Harry fell onto something soft and, when he looked around, he instantly recognized it as Devil's Snare. Not wanting to leave a mark, Harry Tunneled under the massive plant. He came out underneath the plant and in front of a door.
Going through the door, he came into a room that was filled with flying keys. Harry had to roll his eyes that Dumbledore's protections for whatever he was hiding. He didn't even glance at the keys as he once again Tunneled through to the other side of the door.
"What the hell is with these protections?" Harry asked himself.
What was in front of him was a giant chessboard. Before he tried to Tunnel to the other side, he tried to walk across the board only to be stopped by the pieces on the opposite side. Harry, not wanting to deal with the chess pieces, Tunneled into the next room.
Only to come face to face with a fully grown mountain troll, just like the one he faced on Halloween.
Before the troll even registered that Harry was there, Harry Tunneled again to the next room.
As Harry came out of his Tunnel, he saw a table that had potions on it. There was also a doorway that had a curtain of black flames in it.
Shrugging his shoulders, Harry walked up to the table and found a piece of parchment with a riddle on it. It only took him a few minutes to solve it and found that the correct potion to get through the curtain of fire was actually on the table.
"What idiots," Harry muttered out loud. According to the parchment, the potion that would get him through the curtain of black flames was the smallest one.
"Why even have the correct potion at all?" Harry asked himself as he cursed the logic of wizards silently. He put the potion and the parchment down and turned his attention to the black flamed doorway.
With barely a conscious thought, Harry Tunneled to the other side of the black flames. He came out of his Tunnel into a room that held a single object, a mirror.
Harry walked to the mirror and saw that there was an inscription on the top of the frame.
'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi' the mirror frame said.
"I show you not your face but your heart's desire," Harry read the phrase slowly backwards.
He glanced down and couldn't help but smile. In the mirror was an older looking him with his arm wrapped around Fleur's waist. There was also Hermione, Daphne, Padma and Parvati around him.
What really made him smile was that he was holding a little girl that could only be his and Fleur's child.
"Definitely going to make this come true," Harry said softly to himself. He was about to turn around when his reflection moved on its own. His reflection took a red stone out of its pocket and placed it back where he had drawn it from.
Harry blinked as he felt a new weight in his pocket. He took the object out of his pocket and examined it.
"A Philosopher's Stone?" Harry asked with an incredulous look on his face. He was thinking deeply when he noticed something on the stone. "Ah, a crack. Just a worthless paperweight. Too bad, could have used one of these."
He placed the stone back in his pocket and grinned as he felt it disappear. Harry was about to Tunnel away before he turned back around and tagged the mirror with a thought triggered portkey, something that a Delacour created generations ago.
[January Twentieth 1992: Monday]
Harry never told the girls or Fleur about the fake Philosopher's Stone in the mirror. He felt it was better to wait and tell them during the summer break rather than tell them during the year.
It was two weeks from the night he found the fake stone and Harry found himself once again ghosting through Hogwarts. For some reason, he was drawn towards the center of the castle. Harry froze as he heard a voice. He drew himself back into the shadows and waited for whoever was coming down the hall.
"Must find a way to get the stone," the voice called. Harry cocked his head, he recognized the voice, and it was Professor Quirrell.
Harry cast a charm that he had learned over the Christmas break. Harry figured that if Quirrell wanted the stone, he would have to get past Cerb. A charm that made Quirrell smell like meat would serve well.
"You idiot," another voice came from Quirrell, this one had a breathy quality to it. "How could you not have gotten to the stone yet, you fool."
Harry's eyes widened at the other voice.
"Lord Volde- " Professor Quirrell began only to be cut off by the other voice.
"You fool," Voldemort, "You are not worthy of using my name. I am the greatest Dark Lord that has ever lived. I have even cheated death thanks to my Horcruxes."
"I am sorry, master," Quirrell said very submissively. The Professor practically ran down the corridor, leaving Harry alone in the dark.
"Horcruxes?" Harry whispered to himself. With a small flash of blue, Harry Tunneled away from Hogwarts and into the Delacour library.
Harry walked through the library until he came upon the heavily warded section of the library. This section contained all of the books that were on very black magic. He drew the first book he came across and also randomly flipped to a page.
The young wizard had to smile at his runes as he page he landed on was about Horcruxes.
"I should become a gambler," Harry said to himself as he sat down in a chair to read the section about Horcruxes.
A Horcrux is an item that holds a piece of a sentient being's soul. One splits his or her soul by the murder of an innocent in cold blood. If the victim is not an innocent, the ritual to split the soul will not work.
As long as at least one Horcrux survives then the being cannot leave this plane of existence.*
*Note: The more Horcruxes one makes, the less sane the being becomes. Also note that one splits their magical core with every Horcrux one makes.
Harry shivered at the thought of killing an innocent just to live longer. Then he paused at the thought of the note.
"I wonder how many Horcruxes he's made?" Harry asked himself. If Voldemort had created enough then Harry could contain Voldemort long enough to destroy the Horcruxes all at once.
Harry looked back at the book and found a charm that could detect Horcruxes. Deciding to try the charm out, he drew his wand and said the spell.
A dark red beam of light shot out of his wand and raced towards the wall. It hit a mirror that was attached to the wall and ricocheted back towards Harry. The spell struck him in the forehead and his scar lit up in the same dark red as the spell.
Harry started to panic before he calmed himself. He reasoned that if the Horcrux had been there all this time, a little more time wouldn't hurt. He quickly centered himself and entered his mindscape.
It took a few minutes to fully enter his mindscape. It wasn't that he was horrible at the discipline, no, he was a master. It was just that the security on his mindscape was so extensive that it took time just to enter the 'passwords' needed.
Sitting in what could only be called a futuristic chair; Harry took a deep breath before he delved into his mind. He immersed himself in his entire mind; he could access any of his memories with a single thought. When he was immersed in his mind like he was right now, it felt like he had access to everything, his mind was the computer, a virtual world he could do anything in.
Harry ran something that he had created when he first mastered Occlumency. It was a 'program' on his mind's computer that checked for anything foreign, he had only run it once to test it and even then it was only on a couple of memories.
Alarms blared throughout his virtual world and his attention zoomed to where his program found a problem.
The representation in his mind of what Harry could only assume was the Horcrux, was of corrupt memory.
Harry worked for what seemed like days trying to destroy the virus while keeping the memories. He was able to save a few memories from the Horcrux but, in the end, Harry decided to completely erase the Horcrux's memory.
In only five minutes the Horcrux in his head was completely wiped clean, like it was never even there. What Harry found interesting was that the memory capacity that it held was still there, which made Harry conclude that the Horcrux, after it was destroyed, absorbed into his soul. With his soul and the Horcrux merging, Harry's mental capacity almost doubled.
Harry checked the 'download' of Snape's and Dumbledore's minds and saw that Snape's mind was almost done. Dumbledore's mind, however, still had months to go, due to his age.
"Next year I'll download Flitwick's and McGonagall's minds," Harry said to himself.
Exiting his mindscape, Harry was bombarded by information streaming across his eyes.
"Wicked," Harry breathed out as he gazed around with new eyes. He had finally reached the next step of his Occlumency. The young wizard now had access to his mindscape in the conscious world. What he was seeing now was information stored in his head but he could access it in real time.
"Sort of like a HUD," he commented to himself. As he looked around, every time his eyes landed on something, information about that object would pop up. "Oh this is going to drive Hermione mad."
He grinned before glancing at the clock. It was only a quarter to five; he still had two hours before he had to meet the girls for breakfast. With a massive grin firmly attached to his face, Harry Tunneled away from Delacour Manor.
[June Fourth 1992: Thursday]
"I hope I passed," Hermione said worriedly as she bit her lip.
"Hermione," Daphne said exasperated. "Other than Harry, you're the smartest out of us. You're going to get second in our year for sure. Just like Harry is going to get first."
"You sure?" Hermione asked, question in her voice.
"Of course, Mione," Harry told her reassuringly. Hermione gave him a grateful smile and a hug.
Their conversation stopped as they entered the Great Hall for the End of Term Feast.
Harry and the girls walked towards the end of the Ravenclaw table and sat down. They watched as Dumbledore stood up once everyone was seated.
"Another year has ended," Dumbledore said with a sweep of his arms. "I hope you enjoyed this year at Hogwarts. Now, let the feast begin." As he finished the word begin, food appeared on the four huge tables.
"Tomorrow we go home," Harry said to the others as he took a bite of buttery potato.
"You know," Padma started, "I'm going to miss us seeing each other every day."
"I am too," Hermione admitted, still not sure how she went from having no friends to having four best friends in under a year.
"I'm not going to miss any of you," Daphne sniffed out as she raised her nose at the four.
"Really?" Harry asked with a pout on his face.
Daphne tried to maintain a straight face but after a few seconds, she cracked. "Alright, I'm going to miss all of you."
"I knew it," Harry said smugly. "You love us." Daphne rolled her eyes at him but didn't deny his statement.
Hermione was about to say something but she was interrupted by the Great Hall doors being slammed against the wall. Filch came barreling through the entrance and ran in between the tables.
Filch ran, huffing and puffing, to Dumbledore while clutching his chest.
"Professor Quirrell has been eaten by that giant mutt!" Filch screamed out.
"Cerb?" Hermione whispered to the others.
"Quirrell must have been trying to steal whatever Cerb was guarding," Harry told her.
There was a clapping and everyone turned to see Dumbledore clapping his hands to get everyone's attention.
"Students," Dumbledore began. "Please calm down. Early this year I was tasked in guarding the Philosopher's Stone. It seems Professor Quirrell was trying to steal the Stone. I placed protections against theft and I am pleased to say that he didn't even get passed the first protection, a Cerberus."
As Dumbledore finished his 'grand speech', everyone started clapping wildly at the 'heroic' professor.
The girls started to clap before Harry stopped them.
"I'll tell you the full story on the train tomorrow," Harry told them quietly. "Trust me, it didn't go like that." The girls nodded and went back to eating.
Hermione was about to take another bite before she paused, "What's going to happen to Cerb now that she doesn't have a purpose?"
"You're right, she doesn't have anywhere to go and Hagrid doesn't have anywhere to put her," Harry said. "I'll take care of it though, Hermione." Said girl nodded her head, knowing that if Harry said he would take care of it then he would.
'Cerberus Portkey Activate,' Harry thought in his mind. He felt the portkey activate and send the giant three headed dog to Delacour Manor. The young wizard had already set up a pen big enough to hold the canine along with telling his parents about her.
[June Twentieth 1992: Sunday]
Harry sat down in between Hermione and Daphne in their empty compartment on the train and was immediately bombarded with questions about the stone.
"What really happened?" Parvati asked, sitting across from Harry
"Was the Stone really there?" Daphne asked from his right.
"Is Cerb alright?" Hermione asked from his left.
"Cerb is fine," Harry said, rolling his eyes that the ridiculous name. "Right now she's at Delacour Manor."
"Good," Hermione said firmly, not even asking how Harry had smuggled a giant three headed dog out of one of the most secure places in England.
"Was the Stone really there?" Daphne repeated her question.
"No," Harry told them. "The Stone was a fake. It looked like the real thing except it had a crack in the middle of it."
"Do you think Dumbledore knew that the Stone was fake?" Parvati asked.
"Of course," Harry told her. "There's no way that he couldn't have known."
"So why put on such a big show about protecting a fake Stone?" Padma asked, her face scrunched up cutely.
"Maybe it was a test?" Daphne half asked, half suggested.
"But a test for who?" Parvati asked back.
"Well, who would Dumbledore want to test?" Hermione asked the compartment in general.
As one, all four girls swung their heads to Harry.
He just pouted at them.
[June Twentieth 1992: Sunday]
"Bye girls," Harry told his four best friends. They were in a group hug with Harry in the middle of it. He turned his head and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye Harry," the four girls chorused together.
"I'll write you about visiting over the summer," Harry told them as he turned and walked toward where he saw his mum was.
"Quite the ladies man, non?" Apolline asked as Harry stopped in front of her.
Harry rolled his eyes, "We're just friends."
"Yes," Apolline agreed. "But give it time." She finished with a wink.
Harry groaned at her comment as she activated the portkey.