"I hope he'll be alright..." Molly said despondently as she sat back down.
"He'll be just fine, Molly, don't worry," Remus said.
"I know, it's just-" she stopped and looked around before stopping on Lucifer, "do you want me to cut your hair now, dear?"
Hermione pouted that she had to leave her seat, but got a peck on her cheek instead.
It seems to brighten her face up.
"If you want to," Lucifer said quietly, standing up after his lap was emptied.
He followed her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the next floor.
She led him into a bathroom and motioned for him to sit down.
He sat down and she got to work, "Luc-"
"I want to apologize for how I acted on the day I got here..." he cut her off.
She stopped cutting his hair and leaned to her left a bit, "Apologize?"
"When we were being told what information the Order had... I wasn't the nicest to you," Lucifer didn't look over at her, "but I must ask that you try to see it from my perspective... or Hermione's, or Weasely's, or even Harry's, Voldemort coming back to power will affect all of us, and in the event you adults aren't able to keep us safe, we need to know what you know. I need to know what you know, if I don't... Hermione..."
"You care for her a lot... she is your be-girlfriend after all, and I know what it's like... losing my best friend, that is..." Molly began cutting his hair again, "back when You-Know-Who was at power before Harry stopped him, I had a best friend, her name was Ethylene Hargrave. She was a Muggleborn, Gryffindor like I was... used to work at Saint Mungo's... she loved helping people, whether they were Muggle, Witch, Wizard, or Magical Creature... that also is what ultimately led to her death... a man who was wounded turned out to be a Death Eater... she healed him up, and then he killed her... it was only when the Dark Mark was discovered above her home that I knew what had happened..." Molly didn't shed a single tear, but she didn't have to for Lucifer to hear the emotion behind her voice.
She missed her friend greatly, and it was clear she never quite got over the pain, "It's why I try so hard to keep anyone not of age or still in Hogwarts uninformed, because if you don't know the horrors of what's going on... I hope that you can remain safe."
"I can see why, Mrs. Weasley, I do, but I hope you can see why I need to know... to keep my own best friend, my girlfriend safe..." Lucifer closed his eyes and they both fell into silence until his hair was cut short enough for his liking.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, truly."
"No problem, dear. I think I'm going to go make a cup of tea, you want one?" She offered.
"Yeah, I think a cup of tea would be great," he said and walked back down to the kitchen.
xxxxxx
Lucifer was sitting in his room on his bed an hour or two later, reading over one of his Books when someone knocked on his door.
"It's open," he said and Hermione entered his room, closing the door behind her.
"Hey," she said, causing him to look at her, "nice hair... it enhances your... attractiveness..." she said, walking up to him, "your desirability even..." Hermione sat up beside him and got close to his ear to whisper to him, "your sex appeal..."
Lucifer had watched her every move the second she spoke to him, but when she sat beside him, he turned his head, which allowed her to whisper in his ear, but he had a devious thought, one that would really rile her up, "You think the trial is started yet?"
She sat back and deadpanned at him, "Way to kill the mood."
"Someone had to, before we got busy doing something and forgot you left the door unlocked," he smirked.
"Oh no..." she sighed, "I just - I wanted to have a bit of fun teasing you, making you... aroused, but then you ruined the mood..." she sat up against the backboard of his bed, "it should've already started, yes. And quite honestly, since there was no evidence of wrongdoing on Harry's part, it should be over soon."
"That's what I was thinking..." he trailed off and went back to reading.
Hermione looked over, but saw blank pages, "Is that one of your books which humans can't read?"
"You figured that because you couldn't read it, but I clearly can?" He asked, smirking.
"Yes, not that hard to figure out since you already told me the books existed," she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.
They were all in the kitchen a while later when Harry and Arthur returned, and Harry had just explained what all had happened in the hearing.
"I knew it!" Ron yelled, punching the air, "You always get away with stuff!"
"They were bound to clear you!" Hermione yelled, hugging him tightly.
"There was no case against you, that much was obvious, you were going to get cleared," Lucifer said with a smirk.
"Most everyone seems quite relieved, even though they knew I'd get off," Harry said as Hermione let him go, also smirking.
Molly was busy wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance going in a small circle to a chant that went, "He got off, he got off, he got off -"
"That's enough, settle down!" Arthur shouted, but he too was smiling, "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry-"
"What?" Sirius asked sharply.
"He got off, he got off, he got off -"
"Be quiet, you three!" Arthur yelled, "Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudge's Office together. Dumbledore ought to know."
"Absolutely," Sirius said, "We'll tell him, don't worry."
"Well, I'd better get going," Arthur said, going back to the exit, "there's a vomiting toilet in Bethnal Green waiting for me. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping for dinner-"
"He got off, he got off, he got off -"
"That's enough - Fred - George - Ginny!" Molly yelled as Arthur left the kitchen, "Harry dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast..."
Ron sat beside Harry, and Hermione and Lucifer sat across from them, all three smiling at him, glad that he was cleared of any wrongdoing.
"Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you," Ron said happily, now dishing great mounds of mashed potatoes onto everyone's plates.
"Yeah, he swung it for me," Harry said, but Lucifer could tell he wanted to say more.
He suddenly clapped his hand to his forehead, "What's up?" Hermione asked, looking alarmed.
"Scar..." Harry mumbled, "it's nothing... happens frequently now that... Voldemort's back."
Ron cringed at the name usage. Fred, George, and Ginny were still doing their war dance and war chant, "Well, I bet Dumbledore turns up this evening to celebrate with us, you know?"
"I don't think he'll be able to, Ron," Molly said, setting a huge plate of Roast Chick down in front of them, "He's really busy at the moment."
"HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF -"
"SHUT UP!" Molly roared at them.
xxxxxx
Their Hogwarts letters hadn't arrived yet, and it was already the final day of Summer break, so they had to arrive today, or else it meant they'd all been expelled and no one told them.
When Lucifer said that, Hermione went wide-eyed and looked like she was going to faint, "Don't say that!" She yelled at Breakfast.
Lucifer was now up in his room, feeding Rowena, who had arrived only four weeks ago, "I still can't understand what you were doing for four weeks... if you found a male Owl, we might have a problem on our hands."
She hooted at him, almost angrily, but still accepted the food he was handing her.
"Booklists have arrived!" Ron yelled and set Lucifer's down on his dresser next to the door.
He tossed the rest of Rowena's food to her, which she began ravaging on the floor of her cage.
He went over and opened the letter, which had two pieces of parchment; one containing the books and the other containing the usual letter saying Term started September First,
"The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5... already finished Grade 7, and Defensive Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard? I've read that book... it's absolute shit... out Defense Class... who is our teacher?"
Lucifer dropped the envelope to the floor, but instead of falling lightly to the floor, it landed with a dull thud.
He looked at the envelope and wondered what he missed in it.
Lucifer picked the envelope back up and looked inside.
His eyes went wide and he tore the envelope apart to see another piece of parchment with something attached to it.
To Mr. Lucifer Morningstar
Residence Unknown
Residence Unknown
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Dear Mr. Morningstar,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to serve as Prefect for Gryffindor House. Your school record shows that you have exhibited quick, logical thinking in stressful situations, the ability to lead others, strong magical prowess, and by being a shining example of the bravery that Gryffindor House has long been lauded for.
We are certain that you will continue to be a model for your peers and will take your new responsibilities seriously. Enclosed please find your Prefects Badge, which should be worn on your school robes at all times. Congratulations!
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Head of Gryffindor House
His heart was pounding in his chest. He'd completely forgotten the Fifth Year when the Prefects were chosen.
Lucifer held the Red and Gold badge in his right hand, looking at it ironically with a smirk, "Would you look at that!" He said loudly.
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