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A Life at Hogwarts
Chapter 13 - Part 1
Valentine's Day had turned Hogwarts into a floating mess of pink and red. From the moment students stepped out of their dormitories that morning, the castle felt different. Hearts bobbed lazily along the corridor ceilings, bumping into suits of armor with soft pops and occasionally bursting into clouds of glitter that stuck stubbornly to robes and hair. Singing valentines were everywhere — bright pink envelopes fluttering past like manic birds, some belting out off-key declarations of love in squeaky voices, others getting swatted away by annoyed fourth-years or laughed at by groups of friends. In one hallway a cluster of third-year Hufflepuff girls squealed as a valentine chased after a blushing boy, singing loudly about his "dreamy smile and Quidditch skills." Further down, a group of Ravenclaws compared stacks of cards while giggling over particularly cheesy lines.
By the time the trio made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast, the energy was buzzing. Students lingered at tables longer than usual, passing chocolates and whispering about who had received what. A few bold older students had even charmed small bouquets of enchanted roses to hover above certain heads, drawing envious or amused glances.
Harry slid into his usual seat between Ron and Hermione, already feeling the weight of eyes on him. He tried to focus on his porridge, stirring it slowly, but it was useless. A Hufflepuff girl in his year approached shyly, placed a small heart-shaped box of chocolates in front of him with a quick "Happy Valentine's, Harry," and hurried back to her table, face bright red. Before he could even mumble thanks, another card landed beside his bowl — this one pink and frilly. It immediately sprang open and started singing in a high, squeaky voice:
"Oh Harry Potter, brave and true, with eyes so green and hair askew…"
Harry groaned and tried to shove the card under his plate, but it kept singing louder. A Ravenclaw girl waved at him from across the hall, blowing an exaggerated kiss that made a few of her friends laugh. Then a Gryffindor second-year dropped off a handmade card with a slightly lopsided drawing of him on a broom, blushing furiously before scampering away.
"Bloody hell," Ron grumbled, stabbing a sausage so hard the fork scraped loudly against the plate. "It's like you're the only bloke in the entire castle today. I've been sitting right here the whole time." He gestured at himself dramatically. "One card. One. From my mum. Telling me to eat my vegetables and not forget to write to her. That's my big romantic highlight."
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, ears burning as yet another girl walked past their table slowly, smiling at him. "It's just the stupid holiday. They'll forget about it by tomorrow. It's not even that big a deal."
"Yeah, easy for you to say, Mr. Popular," Ron muttered, slumping lower in his seat. His freckles stood out against his flushed cheeks. "Girls don't even look my way. I could probably set myself on fire and they'd still be staring at you and your scar. Brilliant way to spend Valentine's."
Harry tried to laugh it off, but another valentine fluttered down in front of him — this one from an older Slytherin girl who smirked as she passed. It sang something about "the Boy Who Lived and the heart he could steal." He quickly silenced it with a clumsy wave of his wand.
Ron poked at his eggs, clearly dejected. "Even Neville got one from that Hufflepuff girl who's always in the greenhouse with him."
Hermione had been quietly buttering her toast while flipping through a book, but she looked up when Ron glanced sideways at her. There was a faint pink in her cheeks, nothing unusual — just the normal early-morning flush from rushing down from the dorms after staying up late. Her uniform was neat as always, bushy hair tied back loosely, and she seemed focused on her reading.
"You alright, Hermione?" Ron asked. "You've barely said anything this morning. Usually you're telling us off for talking too loud or something."
Hermione closed her book with a soft snap and gave them both a small smile. "Just tired. I stayed up late studying for that History essay. Professor Greengrass assigned some really interesting primary sources on love potions in the 1600s, and I got caught up reading the footnotes. You know how it is." She shifted comfortably in her seat, reaching for another piece of toast. "Nothing exciting. What about you two? Any plans for the day besides dodging singing cards?"
Harry watched her closely for a second. She sounded completely normal — sharp and a little distracted by books as usual. Last night he had asked her to join them keeping an eye on Quirrell, but when he'd checked with her dorm mates they said she was already asleep. She did stay up late studying sometimes. Still, something about the whole thing nagged at him.
"Yeah, no plans," Ron said with a sigh. "Unless you count watching Harry get mobbed by half the school as entertainment. Pass the pumpkin juice, would you?"
Harry forced a grin and passed the jug. "Come on, it's not that bad. At least the food's good today. Look, they've got heart-shaped toast."
The conversation drifted to lighter things — complaints about the floating hearts getting in the way during morning classes, predictions about who might ask whom to Hogsmeade next weekend, and Ron's ongoing grumbling about his lack of admirers. Hermione chimed in occasionally with dry comments about the historical absurdity of Valentine's traditions, sounding exactly like herself. Harry tried to join in, laughing at Ron's jokes, but his mind kept wandering back to Quirrell's strange behavior lately and the uneasy feeling that something bigger was brewing.
By the time breakfast finally ended, Harry's side of the table looked like a small explosion of Valentine's chaos. He had collected a messy pile of cards, chocolates, and even a few enchanted flowers that kept trying to sing quietly to themselves. There were pink envelopes with looping cursive, heart-shaped boxes tied with ribbons, and one particularly persistent card that kept humming a tune about "the boy who lived and the love he'd give." He had no idea what to do with any of it. Stuffing it all into his bag felt wrong, but leaving it on the table seemed worse.
Ron eyed the growing pile with open envy, poking at one of the chocolate boxes with his fork. "Merlin's beard, Harry. That's got to be at least fifteen cards. And look at this one — it's got moving hearts on the front. I got one lousy note from Mum reminding me to wear warm socks. One."
Harry shoved another card into his already bulging bag, cheeks still warm. "It's ridiculous. I didn't even do anything. They're just excited about the holiday."
"Yeah, well, some of us would kill for that kind of attention," Ron muttered, pushing his empty plate away. "Even the chocolates look fancy. Bet they're the good ones from Honeydukes, not the cheap stuff."
Hermione finished packing her own bag, sliding her book inside with a neat motion. She glanced at the pile but didn't comment much, just gave a small, distracted smile. "You could always share them later if you don't want them all. Come on, we'll be late for class if we don't move."
The Valentine's chaos followed them straight out of the Great Hall and into the corridors. Hearts still bobbed overhead, bumping into floating candles and occasionally popping in little bursts of glitter that left sparkles on everyone's shoulders. A singing valentine chased after a group of second-year boys, belting out embarrassing lyrics until one of them finally silenced it with a hasty spell. Laughter and groans echoed off the stone walls as students compared their hauls — some proudly showing off stacks of cards, others complaining about the noise.
Harry kept his head down as they walked, but it didn't help. A Gryffindor girl from their year waved at him with a bright smile and slipped another small package into his hand as she passed. "Happy Valentine's, Harry! I made these myself." Inside was a handful of sugar quills shaped like tiny brooms. Before he could thank her properly, another girl from Ravenclaw hurried up, blushing furiously, and handed him a folded note. "I… I just wanted to say I think you're really brave," she mumbled, then rushed off.
Ron watched the whole thing with a dramatic sigh. "See? Even the Ravenclaws. I walked right past her yesterday and she didn't even look at me. This is torture, mate."
Harry laughed awkwardly, shoving the new items into his bag. "It's not that great. Half these cards are probably just because of the whole 'Boy Who Lived' thing. They don't even know me."
"Still counts," Ron said, kicking at a stray glitter heart on the floor. "At least you've got options. I'd take one fake admirer over nothing."
Hermione walked beside them, adjusting the strap of her bag. "You two are being dramatic. It's just one day. Tomorrow everything will go back to normal, and you can focus on actual important things like the essay due next week."
They kept chatting as they moved through the crowded halls, dodging more floating hearts and the occasional enthusiastic valentine. By the time they reached the History of Magic classroom, Harry's bag felt noticeably heavier, and Ron was still grumbling good-naturedly about his lack of luck.
The classroom itself felt warmer than usual that afternoon, probably from all the hearts drifting lazily near the enchanted ceiling. A few had even slipped inside and were bumping gently against the walls, adding soft pops of color to the usually dusty room. Roland stood at the front in his dark robes, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, moving easily between the desks as he spoke. His voice carried clearly, calm and engaging in a way that kept even the bored students paying attention.
"Romance in wizarding society," Roland said, tapping his wand against the board so names, dates, and flowing lines of text appeared. "Love potions, arranged marriages, those old binding rituals. Plenty of disasters if you look closely. Take the Black family scandals back in the 1700s. One of Walburga's great-aunts tried forcing a cousin into a match using a diluted Amortentia mix. The cousin lost his mind within months, started ranting about invisible enemies, and the family ended up bleeding money in lawsuits for years. History shows time and again that people who try to force desire usually end up regretting it bitterly."
He paused, letting the words sink in, then continued pacing slowly. "It wasn't just the Blacks, of course. The Malfoys had their own share of messy contracts in the same era. One attempt at a binding ritual went so wrong the bride's family demanded half the estate as compensation. These things rarely ended cleanly."
His eyes moved across the room as he spoke. They paused for a moment on Daphne Greengrass, then shifted deliberately to Hermione. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Miss Greengrass, ten points to Slytherin for that sharp observation on how bloodline contracts almost always backfired when emotions got involved. Excellent point about the legal loopholes. Miss Granger, another ten to Gryffindor for catching the historical patterns in the 18th century reforms. Sharp thinking, as always. Both of you are seeing the bigger picture here."
Daphne sat up a little straighter in her seat, her grey eyes gleaming with clear satisfaction. She gave a small, composed nod, though the faint curve of her lips showed how much she appreciated the praise.
Hermione's cheeks warmed slightly, but she met Roland's gaze steadily across the room. The corner of her mouth twitched like she was holding back a private smile. "Thank you, Professor," she said clearly, voice steady. "The way those reforms tried to limit the potions while still allowing family arrangements was fascinating. It shows how even back then people knew forcing things could go wrong, but they kept trying anyway."
Roland's smile widened just a fraction. "Precisely, Miss Granger. And that tension between control and consequence is what makes these cases worth studying. Anyone else have thoughts on why these rituals kept failing across generations?"
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