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Amidst the Chaos

Amidst the Chaos—ML

A/N: Long and lots of information, BUT I really like this chapter :)

FOURTEEN:

"I see what you are doing, and it is okay; I can play that game too."

The following morning, Allie stirred from her slumber and perched herself at the edge of her bed, attempting to ease the crick that had settled in her neck, a remnant of the awkward position she had succumbed to the night before.

Faint pangs of discomfort radiated through her back, a consequence of the unforgiving sharp rocks that had served as her makeshift support while she had gazed up at the twinkling stars.

She tried her best to shake away the dull pain that lingered, grateful that somehow she actually felt well rested.

She sighed, rose from the bed, and started preparing for the day.

She padded through the room, careful not to disturb her roommates, who lay in serene slumber, their peaceful faces a testament to the late-night antics that had unfolded just hours before.

Allie closed the door softly behind her, her footsteps measured and deliberate as she navigated the hallway, and upon entering the bathroom, the shower sprang to life, water falling down almost instantly.

As she discarded her garments and stepped into the embrace of the shower, the cascading water enveloped her and stirred a torrent of memories that surged forth with each droplet that kissed her skin.

Mattheo was missing.

Draco had kissed Astoria.

The stars...

Draco had called her his star.

Allie found herself enveloped in an assortment of recent memories, yet it was Draco's words that weighed most heavily upon her heart.

She had been drifting in and out of awareness, her head resting gently against Draco's shoulder. A tumult of emotions swirled within her, yet she chose to set them aside, banishing them into the void as she surrendered to her fatigue, her eyelids fluttering shut.

A few minutes slipped by, and deep within the recesses of her subconscious, she could discern the echo of Draco's words. Uncertainty enveloped her, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, yet his voice resonated in her ears, beckoning her with an irresistible call.

His own little star...

She had let a small smile graced her lips.

As she lathered the soap through her hair, she let the memory—or perhaps mere imagination—wash over her, replaying in her mind like a cherished film.

***

Two days remained until the official Christmas break at Hogwarts, and Allie found herself grappling with the strange sensation that it had come upon her far more swiftly than usual. Perhaps it was due to the weight of her experiences, as her thoughts became entangled in a web of memories and emotions.

The headmaster, along with several esteemed professors, deemed it a splendid idea to host a Christmas ball, a delightful gathering before the students embarked on their winter break adventures.

If only for a single night, it would serve as the ideal resolution, allowing everyone to let go of their worries and bask in the joyous atmosphere before beginning the new year with a fresh sense of hope and clarity.

In the week leading up to the much-anticipated break, whispers filled the halls as all students eagerly immersed themselves in the enchanting details of the upcoming Friday dance.

The announcement of the ball would reverberate throughout the morning, afternoon, and evening meals, serving as a persistent reminder that no one could possibly overlook its significance.

The news rippled through the school like a shockwave, sending everyone into a whirlwind of chaos and speculation.

The girls radiated excitement, their minds racing over the perfect outfits and hairstyles that would capture the night.

Meanwhile, the guys found themselves in a state of nerves, each one grappling with the daunting decision of which girl to ask to the enchanting ball that awaited them.

With the absence of break exams that week, a sense of ease enveloped the classrooms.

Teachers, wise to the ways of students' memories, recognized that if they grasped the material before the break, it would likely slip from their minds by the time they returned, so the atmosphere was lighter and filled with a shared understanding that learning about serious topics could wait until after the break.

The classrooms buzzed with the excited chatter of students, their voices weaving tales of the upcoming ball, while every so often, a professor's sharp reprimand would slice through the air, demanding silence among the enthusiasm.

As the sun began to rise on Friday, Allie made her way down the familiar path to the Great Hall, her heart fluttering with anticipation for the morning ahead.

As she settled into her seat, an electric tension filled the air, and it felt like all eyes were drawn to her, each gaze heavy with unspoken thoughts and secrets.

"Um, what's wrong?" As Allie settled into her seat at the table, a flutter of curiosity and nervousness swirled within her as she sensed the weight of everyone's gaze upon her.

"Well... is it true?" Pansy asked as she leaned over Theo, her voice bright and filled with curiosity, eagerly awaiting Allie's response.

Allie stared at them, her expression filled with bewilderment. She glanced at Jax, searching his eyes for a hint of understanding amidst the chatter around them. All he did was shrug, a silent acknowledgment of their shared confusion.

"Is... is what... really true?" Allie inquired, her voice soft as she settled into her seat, eliciting a few chuckles from those around her.

"Allie, are you playing dumb right now? You really don't know?" Pansy asked again, her curiosity piqued, but Allie shook her head in reply.

"No, please, someone tell me!" Allie's voice rose, cutting through the air with a sharp intensity.

"You and Mattheo..." Pansy started looking around to see if Mattheo was close, but he was rarely there; he never ate in the Great Hall.

"You know, you two... going to the ball together?" Pansy asked slightly, her voice dripping with mischief. Allie's eyes widened in astonishment as she listened to Pansy. Draco moved in closer, his stare revealing a sense of curiosity.

"You know, Phina, if you wanted a date so badly, you could have asked me," Blaise said as he came closer to her with a teasing smile that danced on his lips as he spoke.

"What? No, no! Who said that?" Allie stood her ground against the accusations, and a fleeting glance at Malfoy revealed a subtle lift in his shoulders, a silent testament to his relief.

"I'm not going with anyone," Allie declared, her voice steady, leaving a ripple of confusion among the group.

"Oh, then never mind," Pansy replied, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment as she settled back down into her seat.

"Damn it, I would have loved to see—" Theo started, but just as he was about to speak, Pansy playfully struck him, effectively silencing him.

"Ow!" Theo let out an exclamation, instinctively moving his hand to his head while Allie's confusion intensified and swirled within her.

"Why did you think that?" Allie inquired, her gaze sweeping across the table until it landed on a girl who was laughing intimately beside Draco.

A sigh escaped Allie's lips as she rolled her eyes, unable to suppress the wave of annoyance that washed over her.

"Oh, let me take a wild guess—it's Greengrass, isn't it?" Allie exclaimed, her eyes rolling dramatically.

"No! I am not going to attend the ball with Mattheo or anyone else," Allie declared, her voice ringing out defiantly to the two seated at the far end of the table.

"Astoria, you are such a liar," Pansy said, a teasing lilt in her voice as she put her arm around Theo.

A smirk played on Astoria's lips, and she merely shrugged, her tone dismissive as she replied, "Whatever," before turning her attention back to Milicent, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"She is such a—" Allie started, "A beautiful person?" Blaise concluded, and in a moment of playful defiance, Allie flung a piece of bread across the table, the soft roll sailing through the air like a mischievous whisper of rebellion.

"Yes, that is exactly what I was going to say. Anyway, who is your date, Blaise? I assume you have one." Allie softly inquired, her gaze fixed on Blaise, who was feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

Allie watched intently, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Oh? Who is it...?" Allie inquired, her voice sounding like a melody, while Blaise couldn't help but shake his head, a smile spreading across his face.

"No one, no one, you'll see tonight," he declared as he picked up the piece of bread that Allie had tossed his way, savoring it with a playful grin, and Allie couldn't help but shake her head at his antics as she quickly bit a piece of toast.

***

The remainder of the day unfolded with an almost surreal swiftness.

The hours slipped away, perhaps due to the absence of instruction, and at last, the moment of the grand ball had come.

The Great Hall shimmered with exquisite decorations; there were red ribbons strung about that adorned the banisters and gracefully wound their way upward and across the enchanted ceiling.

The sight above was an illusion of a snowy night sky that unfolded with stars, and as they twinkled, their shimmers played testament to the night's unfolding promises.

The hall was filled with a kaleidoscope of colors as students adorned in elegant dresses and dapper suits mingled together.

It was a rare sight, one that brought a sense of delight to the air as everyone embraced the chance to shine in their finest attire, particularly as even the professors had donned their most admirable apparel.

The Great Hall had undergone a magnificent transformation, evolving into a splendid ballroom alive with the presence of guests, each seemingly lost in their own reverie.

As Allie made her way into the hall, she captured the attention of every soul that was present in the room, and as she lingered at the pinnacle of the staircase, her striking silhouette radiated against the pristine canvas of the decorations.

Her long green dress cascaded down and around her and accentuated every curve with elegance.

Jax stood beside her, clad in a sharp black suit, his tie a perfect echo of her vibrant dress, creating a striking harmony between them.

"Are you ready?" Jax inquired, extending his hand with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.

Allie looked up at him, her smile radiant as she accepted his gesture, their fingers intertwining in a moment that felt electric.

"As I'll ever be, just don't let me fall," Allie said with a smile, and then they started their descent down the staircase, and as she did so, the gaze of everyone in the room remained fixated on her captivating figure.

"She looks—" Pansy began, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to Theo, who stood close beside her, his expression curious and attentive.

"Beautiful," Theo concluded with a warm smile on his lips while Pansy playfully nudged him and shifted their focus to another area of the room.

"Draco thinks so too," Pansy stated as her finger directed Theo's attention to Malfoy, who lounged at a table with Blaise, Adrian, and Blaise's date, Luna.

It was evident that Draco was oblivious to his table's conversation as his eyes locked onto the girl, who was gracefully making her way down the staircase.

Theo couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief, and with a gentle tug, he pulled Pansy closer, and both of their laughter mingled in the air around them.

"One day, he will have to face the truth," Theo murmured, his voice low and filled with promise as he took Pansy's hand and led her into a graceful dance before she cast one more look at Allie.

Allie descended the last few steps, and as she did, she approached Harry, who was surrounded by a gathering of Gryffindors.

As she drew nearer, a few of them offered smiles while others cast her glances filled with disdain.

Allie often received those looks from them, but she made a concerted effort not to dwell on them.

She understood that she could not satisfy everyone, so she chose to remain true to herself and consistently embrace kindness.

"Hello, everyone," Allie greeted them, her voice soft and inviting, as she approached the group with a warm smile.

She gave them a wave, and they all waved back in unison. To her surprise, their smiles were bright, and even a few exchanged heartfelt compliments.

"You look absolutely stunning, Ginny," Allie remarked. Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she took in the sight of Ginny's knee-length pink dress, which seemed to embrace her skin tone perfectly with an enchanting grace.

"Thank you," Ginny replied with a smile.

"Do you mind if I steal Harry for a dance?" Allie inquired, and Ginny just simply shook her head.

"No, no, of course not," she responded, gently nudging Harry toward Allie. Allie then took his arm, and she laughed slightly as she heard Ginny whisper, "Good luck," trailing behind her as they began to walk away.

"I didn't know you could clean up so nicely," Allie teased as she nudged Harry's shoulder, which elicited a powerful eye roll from him.

"Har har," he said with a playful tone as they arrived at the dance floor.

Both of them lingered in an awkward stillness for a fleeting moment.

Harry lacked the grace of a skilled dancer, and Allie was no different in her rhythmless attempts, so they both stood still as they faced one another.

The tension hung tight in the air until Allie, with an instinctive elegance, reached out to take his hands and guided them into the proper position.

"This is right? I think," Allie stated as she questioned herself, and Harry shrugged slightly as they began to dance very terribly in a circle.

"Ow!" Harry said as he glanced down at his foot, where the sharp spike of Allie's heel had found its mark, and a wave of laughter erupted between them, each chuckle building until they were nearly doubled over in mirth.

"We are absolutely rubbish," Harry remarked as he caught his breath slightly, and as they fell back into their proper dancing position, Allie giggled as she shook her head in agreement, and just for a split moment, they moved in perfect synchronicity.

Silence enveloped them, seemingly pausing time, but Allie's musings soon interrupted the tranquility.

"I hope it was alright that I asked you to dance; I just wanted a moment with you, and I don't want Ginny to be upset with me or anything," Allie said as her gaze was fixed on Harry.

"Ginny? Ginny, no, she doesn't mind," Harry replied with a reassuring smile as he aimed to comfort Allie. "Besides, she is dancing with Neville anyways," Harry remarked, and at that very moment, Allie glanced over to find her and Neville sharing a joyful laugh, and Allie smiled at the sight of them.

"Okay, ready?" With a playful remark, Harry diverted Allie's attention from Ginny and Neville and caused a flicker of panic to cross her face, but before she could gather her thoughts, he twirled her effortlessly in a dance of spontaneity and surprise.

She spun back into his embrace, and their laughter rang out like the music in the air, and just as they began to savor the magic of the moment, a voice cut through the enchantment, familiar and teasing.

"May I?" The voice rang out, and the boy inclined his head toward Allie, extending his hand with casual grace; in that instant, Harry's entire demeanor shifted as he released Allie's grasp and retreated a step, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as they both turned to find Mattheo a small and fragile figure in front of them.

"No, not at all," Harry declared, his voice steady as he stared at the bruises that adorned Mattheo's face, and Allie felt a pang of hurt as she watched Mattheo talk through the pain.

"Just find me later, yeah?" Allie spoke with a hint of ardor in her voice, and Harry nodded in understanding before turning away, his heart set on finding Ginny again, still lost in the moment as she danced joyfully with Neville.

Allie watched as Harry joined her again, and she smiled as she thought about the two of them.

Knowing that Ginny was by Harry's side filled her with warmth; Ginny had a way of grounding him and bringing him back to himself when the weight of the world felt too heavy.

Allie understood that in her absence, Harry needed someone strong and loving to fill that void, and she found solace in the fact that Ginny was there for him, especially during such a challenging year.

Allie was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when she glanced back to find Mattheo, who stood there with an air of quiet anticipation; his gaze was steady and inviting, and a smile blossomed on her lips as she reached out and intertwined her fingers with his.

"Mattheo... who did this to you?" Allie inquired, her fingers entwined with his, while Mattheo bowed his head, shaking it gently as he gazed up at her.

"Not now, Allie—" Mattheo attempted to steer the conversation away, yet Allie could see through his facade, recognizing his genuine desire to discuss the matter at hand.

"Is this why you've been gone?" Allie inquired, and he furrowed his brow, recalling that he had promised her they would spend time together.

"I'm—I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't purposely leave without—" Mattheo spoke softly, and Allie silenced him with a gentle gesture, drawing nearer as their bodies swayed together in perfect harmony.

"It's okay... I understand, and we don't have to talk about it anymore, so I must admit, this caught me by surprise," Allie stated as her gaze lifted to meet Mattheo's as they continued to do their dance.

"What did you not expect? Me, dancing?" Mattheo inquired as he twirled her around and led with an elegance that sharply contrasted with her former partner's, and Allie found herself unable to suppress a laugh.

"No—I mean you at this ball," she declared, her voice bright as she was twirled gently, and Mattheo chuckled and nodded in complete accord with her words.

"Why are you dancing with me anyway?" Allie inquired, and as she did, Mattheo drew them nearer, their bodies just inches apart, and with an innocent smile, Mattheo posed the question, "Am I not allowed to dance with a pretty girl?"

Allie felt a warm blush creep onto her cheeks at his playful statement.

"I suppose you can," Allie commented, and as the melody softened, she leaned her head against his chest.

The remainder of the dance with Mattheo unfolded in a tranquil hush—not an uncomfortable silence, but a soothing calm—until her eyes drifted to Draco, who had been glaring at her with fierce intensity, which prompted her to stand up straight once more.

As Allie's eyes locked onto Draco, he swiftly exited the room, his movements imbued with urgency, and Allie glanced back at Mattheo before she shifted her gaze back to the door.

"I've got—I have to go. I'll be back; I'm sorry," Allie said as she released Mattheo's hands and lifted her dress just enough to avoid the ground.

She hurried out of the hall, trailing closely behind Draco.

Mattheo lingered in the shadows, a tempest of confusion and anger etched upon his features. He felt a profound sense of foolishness and anger bubbling within him for daring to compete with Malfoy.

As he attempted to call out her name, she had already slipped away.

"Malfoy!" Allie called out, her voice echoing through the dimly illuminated hallway as a mix of frustration and determination laced her tone.

Draco continued to walk, his steps steady and resolute, determined to tune her out and keep his focus on the path ahead.

Allie's voice continued to echo through the hallway, and she strode behind him with purpose. "Malfoy!" She called out again, this time with more urgency, causing Draco to pause mid-stride.

As he turned to face her, she came to a halt, her hands falling to her sides in exasperation. Draco then pivoted, his movements deliberate as he turned on his heel.

"What!" He raised his voice in response, which prompted her to flinch and take a small step back, and in that moment of surprise, he quickly closed the distance between them.

"I'm sorry," he said as he extended his hands as though he were trying to connect with her.

"What exactly are you sorry for this time? I mean—the list is rather long... Is it because you've been keeping your distance from me after you tried to heal me? Or is it that you intentionally have steered clear of me until Mattheo is involved? Or maybe it's the fact that you can't admit your feelings for me... unless I'm asleep... It's almost laughable. It's been five years, Malfoy... I'm tired of trying to get your attention," Allie shouted as she stormed toward him, her icy demeanor radiating an unyielding intensity.

"You want my attention? You have it!" Draco's voice rose higher, sharp and resolute, as it cut through the air as she pressed him for answers.

The space between them narrowed as Draco's gaze locked onto hers. Instinctively, Allie attempted to retreat but encountered a wall while Draco moved closer to her and gazed intensely at her.

"Is this about Mattheo?" Allie rolled her eyes before she continued, "If you wanted to dance, why didn't you just ask?" She exclaimed as her hands soared above her in a burst of emotion, while Draco let out a scoff and shook his head with a hint of amusement.

All she wanted was to escape the apparent tension in the air, but he moved closer, observing her every move and smirking slightly as she attempted to retreat.

His witty smile played on his lips as his hand pressed against the wall, creating a narrow gap that held them in a tense standoff.

"Were you just trying to get a response from me?" He asked, and Allie looked away from him swiftly.

"What do you mean?" She inquired as her mind drifted into contemplative silence for just a heartbeat.

"Oh my god..." Allie commented as her arms crossed tightly, a hint of kittenishness flickering in her eyes as she nibbled at her lip.

"It is about Mattheo! Is this about me dancing with him?" Curiosity laced Allie's voice as a flurry of questions began to dance through her mind.

Draco remained silent, his gaze falling slightly as he inched closer to Allie.

She felt the cold wall pressing against her back, causing her to instinctively place her foot back on the ground and straighten up.

"You clearly have no understanding of my relationship with him," Allie continued, her voice sounding with irritation as she sought to bring the conversation to a swift close.

"Okay, go ahead, enlighten me then," Draco replied as a sly grin danced across his lips as he reveled in their playful exchanges and observed her clever attempts to wriggle free from the predicament they found themselves in.

Allie chose silence over words, and her eyes rolled with a mix of exasperation and determination as she sought to slip away from the tension that hung in the air once more.

"Not so fast, Hesper," he murmured as he gripped her wrist lightly, his posture becoming steady and unyielding.

"We are just friends, Malfoy..." She babbled, and just as swiftly, she added with a teasing lilt, "...with benefits." Allie playfully shook her head, but before she could say anything more, she found herself pinned against the wall again, this time harsher.

His body loomed over hers, and his hands framed her face as his gaze burned into her with intensity.

Allie's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson as she met Draco's fierce stare.

As he leaned in closer, Allie felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks, his breath a tantalizing whisper against her ear.

"I see what you are doing, and it is okay; I can play that game, too," he murmured. His voice was low and enticing, and with a soft smile, he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze once more, and his fingers delicately brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, which left a lingering spark between them.

Allie whispered, "I don't know what you are talking about," as she pouted playfully and teased once more. Her voice was light and airy as she gently pushed him away.

She was surprised when he complied, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her start to walk away, each step a dance of defiance.

"I'll save you a dance next time," Allie assured, her voice a soft melody as she strolled away.

"I promise," she declared as a radiant smile graced her lips, and then she turned and stepped back into the Great Hall.

Christmas Day

Every nook and cranny of the house brimmed with breathtaking holiday mesmerization.

The space was filled with delightful aromas and enchantments, permeating each and every corner of the house and evoking an inexplicably cozy sensation in Allie's stomach. Allie had always held a special place for Christmas in her heart.

Sugar plums floated and danced around the kitchen, twirling gracefully amidst the soft glow of red and green holiday lights that adorned every corner of Grimmauld Place.

Molly had gone above and beyond this year, pouring her heart and soul into preparing the food and gifts.

Though her heart longed for the familiar comforts of the burrow, the shadow of Voldemort cast a pall over the wizarding world, leaving their safety in question. Therefore, they decided to stay in the safe house until the threat subsided and they could reestablish peace.

Despite their occasional trips back to the burrow, their visits were infrequent, leading them to celebrate Christmas at Grimmauld Place this year.

Knowing that everyone she loved was in one room gave Allie a sense of security. It brought her joy to realize that Molly shared her deep affection for Christmas.

Allie had always seen Molly as a second mother.

Although she didn't have a deep bond with the Weasleys, there was something about them that made her feel safe and protected.

Ron had never been her most fervent supporter; his doubts lingered, fueled by Allie's constant conversations with Mattheo and Draco.

Fred and George were mutual; it wasn't that they lacked affection for Allie but rather that their minds were perpetually consumed by their latest inventive escapades.

Molly and Arthur regarded her as one of their own, just as Ginny did.

Ginny and Allie's relationship was more intimate than that of the rest of the family, mainly because of the profound affection Harry held for Ginny and the love Ginny reciprocated.

Plus, Allie's consistent friendliness towards Ginny further strengthened their bond, and Allie found solace in Harry's happiness, for that was the essence of what truly mattered to her.

Then there was Hermione, the embodiment of independence, who chose to don a warm smile, fully aware that it would alleviate the unease for both Harry and Ron.

Allie felt a deep sense of gratitude as she got to celebrate Christmas with her family.

She had spent the previous years solely with Jax, creating a stark contrast. While Allie's love for him was unwavering, and she considered him part of her family, the quietude of the holidays, shared solely between the two of them, was just lonely.

The air was filled with a sense of renewal as they celebrated Christmas, attempting to cast aside thoughts of the looming war that threatened to overshadow their joy.

As she reveled in the comforting embrace of the sanctuary and the cheerful adornments surrounding her, her thoughts drifted to Draco, bringing to mind a brief exchange they had shared just before the holiday break in their fourth year.

"What are the plans for Christmas, everyone?" Theo asked, his lips brushing against the cool rim of the glass of water that rested on the table before him.

The Great Hall lay in a tranquil stillness, its vastness echoing with the absence of students who had already departed for the comforts of home during the break.

"Ah, I don't know," Blaise replied, a casual shrug accompanying his words. "I think Mum said something about going skiing..." Blaise pondered for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. "I'm not really sure what that is, but it sounds interesting," he admitted, a hint of intrigue lacing his voice.

"Skiing! I love skiing," Allie declared, her gaze shifting to Blaise with a spark of enthusiasm.

"Is that the rubbish sport where you slide down a mountain?" Theo posed his question, his mouth still full of food, the remnants of his meal lingering on his lips. Allie smiled, her eyes sparkling with conviction. "It's not rubbish!" she declared, a hint of defiance in her voice.

"Besides, what are you doing that's so exciting?" Allie inquired, her gaze fixed on Theo as he enthusiastically stuffed a croissant into his mouth.

"I don't know... nothing? Father's not really one for holidays..." Theo averted his gaze, his eyes drifting to the spread of food before him, and in a swift motion, he redirected the conversation towards Draco, who occupied the distant end of the table.

"What about you, Malfoy?" Theo asked, and Draco rolled his eyes, leaving a silent refusal to engage in conversation.

"Nothing, Theo..." Draco's brow furrowed ever so slightly, and Allie found herself drawn in by the mystery of his expression.

"You aren't doing anything? The royal Malfoys?" Allie chided softly, her gaze drifting toward him. He sat with a slouched posture, his head cradled in his hand, and offered her a subtle roll of his eyes.

"Nothing? Really? Daddy Malfoy isn't hosting some grand party?" Blaise responded sharply to Theo's sarcastic question, saying, "Not bloody likely. Have you met his father?" Blaise posed the question, and a flicker of confusion crossed Allie's face.

"What's wrong with his father?" Allie asked.

She was aware that Draco and his father shared a distant relationship, yet the reasons behind it remained a mystery to her. As the question slipped from her lips, she observed a profound shift in his demeanor, as if her words had stirred something deep within him.

"Probably because Draco gets beat by—" Pansy hesitated, but Theo raised his hands in a gesture of exasperation, casting her a significant glance.

Allie's eyes grew wide as the truth dawned upon her, "Malfoy... I'm sorry... I didn't know."

The recollection lingered large in Allie's mind as she considered what could be going on with him at his home right now.

Sophisticated yet modest Christmas decorations adorned the manor, oozing elegance throughout.

In his youth, Draco and the Malfoy family would gather to dress up their towering twelve-foot tree, employing magic to gracefully touch the highest branches. It was a moment when the three of them forged a connection, but this year was different.

The Elves ornamented the tree with decorative items, yet instead of radiating warmth and inviting presence, it stood cloaked in darkness as the Death Eaters convened once again; however, this gathering bore an unmistakable sense of change.

The gathering was modest in size, comprising Voldemort and six others—those who had demonstrated unwavering loyalty to him.

The fervor of Snape, Yaxley, Dolohov, and Bellatrix was palpable.

They all gathered in the shadows of the manor, and Lucius and Narcissa, the aristocratic owners of the manor, gathered as well, their mere presence evoking both reverence and trepidation.

In hushed anticipation, the minor assembly encircled the table, their eyes fixed on the doorway when suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as the Dark Lord glided into the room, a specter of authority, and settled into his chair at the far end, enveloped in an unsettling silence.

"I want to thank you—for coming to this gathering," Voldemort declared, his hands sweeping through the air with a theatrical flourish.

"I can sense the curiosity that fills the air, the questions swirling in your minds about the purpose of this gathering and the absence of others. Yet, I assure you, there is no cause for alarm." His voice emerged, chilling and elongated, each word hanging in the air like a specter of frost.

"Lucius, Narcissa, I require your assistance in hosting a gala," he declared, his gaze shifting between them, and Narcissa responded with a nod of agreement.

"Indeed, my Lord," Lucius acquiesced, and a satisfied smile spread across Voldemort's face.

The air was thick with a gentle haze of bewilderment, yet the assembled souls refrained from voicing their doubts, for they understood that every action he took was imbued with intent.

"All are expected to be present. Of course, a grand gala to celebrate me, but there is an unseen motive, isn't there?" Voldemort began with a disapproving tsk, the sound sharp and deliberate, drawing the gaze of every individual gathered at the table, their curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

With a keen ear and a focused mind, Snape gathered the information and meticulously articulated the details of Voldemort's carefully crafted plan.

"I shall make my son ask the young girl to join us..." As Voldemort's voice filled the air, a palpable shift occurred among the gathered crowd, their comprehension deepening with each word he uttered.

The Malfoys were to throw together a grand ball; it was to act as Narcissa's annual charity ball, but rather, it was an excuse and an underlying plan of the Dark Lord.

All Death Eaters were expected to attend, and Allie was also expected to be present as a date for the Dark Lord's son.

Mattheo was expected to invite her, but he was not to know the incentive, and Draco was not to see any information either.

They were just supposed to do what they were instructed; it was a side task, and it had to be completed if they didn't want to be punished.

Voldemort wanted Allie, and he would do whatever it took to get her.

He had sketched a rough plan of what was going to happen.

Given that Allie would likely arrive unguarded and without protection, it would not prove particularly challenging to whisk her away and position her precisely where he desired.

Snape shifted uneasily several times during the meeting, caught in the delicate balance between foes and allies. He had persistently played the role of a clandestine informant for both factions, skillfully honing the craft of misleading some of the most formidable wizards ever known.

His loyalty to the Order was born from a deep-seated guilt, while his allegiance to Voldemort stemmed from an all-consuming fear.

Caught in this tumultuous web of conflicting emotions, he frequently grappled with uncertainty, unsure of where his true loyalties lie. He understood the urgency of alerting the Order to the impending events, yet he was acutely aware of the necessity to withhold particular details.

Voldemort waved away the tiny assembly, commanding them to return to their tasks with an air of indifference.

***

As everyone gathered for Snape's call, he informed them about the upcoming gala, Mattheo's proposal to Allie, and his expectation that she would accept.

Snape didn't only go into a bit of detail about what was to happen; instead, he made suggestions.

He expressed his belief that Jax should serve as a security detail, suggesting that he could disguise himself as a Death Eater. He also indicated that Allie should master the practice of Occlumency.

However, Sirius disapproved of this idea, prompting Snape to summon Allie into the dining room for a conversation.

"What is this?" Allie asked as she crossed her arms and walked into the room.

"We need to talk..." Sirius gestured to a chair for Allie to take a seat, but she declined and instead leaned against the wall.

"Okay then... Let's talk," Allie stated as her tone turned cold, as she was far too used to where these conversations were headed.

A few of the adults exchanged glances before Remus spoke up.

"Severus has just told us a bit of news, and I think it would be best if you don't communicate with, let's say, Malfoy and Riddle—" Jax interrupted Remus as he was about to conclude the topic.

"To anyone rather, straight to class and straight to your dorm, and occasionally Occlumency practices with Snape," Jax proclaimed as he averted his gaze away from her, and Allie's eyes shifted between everyone in the room.

"How dare you try to stop me from talking to my entire class! Why can't I ever do what I want? It's always, Do this, Allie, do that, Allie!" She exclaimed, her voice full of intense emotion as her cheeks flushed a vivid hue.

"Allie, dear," Molly said as she interjected, throwing the kitchen rag over her shoulder and pressing her lips together in a thin line.

"Please, just listen to us, this once," Molly stated as she tried to fake a warm smile, but in reality, she was frustrated with Allie's attitude, particularly the way she spoke to adults.

As Allie heard Molly, her heart echoed in her ears, akin to a drumroll announcing the unknown, and anxiety permeated the air around her, which sent a slight shiver down her spine.

"And what if I don't?" Allie tested as she looked at Molly, and her gentle gaze ignited with intensity as she locked her piercing eyes onto the small girl, creating a silent storm between them.

"Then we shall make certain you find yourself on the next train home," she declared, her voice laced with a steely resolve.

Allie uncrossed her arms and straightened her posture; she was slightly hurt because she knew Molly was referring to her home in America, the very house she spent a year in isolation in, and also Allie refused to attend Ilvermorny again... Allie rarely discussed the year she spent away, intending to keep it that way and not return.

Allie tried to remain completely unfazed, unable to tear herself away as an overwhelming surge of emotion suddenly burst forth.

"You all treat me as if I'm enslaved!" Allie's words sliced through the air, sharp and unyielding.

"You're not nearly this strict with Harry, and honestly, I think you should be! He's the chosen one, yet he gets to do whatever he likes! I don't understand!" Her voice rose, growing louder, loud enough to be heard throughout the house, and she knew that all her peers just listened to what she said, but she didn't care; she had to make her point.

"He's the one that Voldemort's wanted from the very beginning," she declared as her heart raced with a sense of apprehension, and she took a deep breath in before continuing.

"Just because my friends are from Slytherin doesn't mean they are the bad guys... and for your information..." Allie roamed her eyes around the room with a swift gaze. "I am proud to declare myself a Slytherin!" Allie exclaimed before she burst into the living room, meeting the gaze of the others as she flung herself onto a small chair.

"Must we fight on Christmas?" Molly sighed, her head bowed in resignation, and retreated to the kitchen to resume her culinary pursuits.

Meanwhile, Remus and Sirius inhaled deeply, each breath a silent plea to quell the mounting tension, while Jax sat quietly at the table, mirroring their efforts to maintain a fragile calm.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron asked, breaking the palpable tension that hung in the living room. Allie let out a soft sigh, allowing herself to sink into the couch's embrace.

As she surveyed the room, her gaze fell upon the twins, Ginny and Harry, who all regarded her with intense, unwavering glares.

"Nothing—" Allie spoke with rapid clarity, prompting Hermione to nudge Ron, silently urging him to cease his chatter.

In response, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Harry—I'm—I'm sorry," Allie began as she cast her gaze in his direction, and he merely shrugged in response, "It's fine, Phina, really. Can we just let it go?" Harry rose from the couch, his movements brisk as he exited the room and ascended the stairs.

Moments later, Ginny trailed behind him while Hermione seized the opportunity to voice her thoughts, ensuring Harry was well out of earshot.

"You know it has been challenging for him." Hermione began to speak, yet Ron cut her off, asserting, "He's done everything for you, and you treat him like he's nothing."

Allie exhaled deeply, and just as she prepared to speak, a voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Supper is ready!"

The twins rose first, eager to flee the mounting tensions that enveloped the group, soon joined by Ron and Hermione.

Allie lingered in her seat for a brief moment, contemplating her next move, before finally standing and making her way to the stairs in pursuit of the two individuals who had managed to slip away.

Upon reaching the summit, Allie made her way down the corridor toward the room that Harry had laid claim to.

Yet, before crossing the threshold, she paused to deliver a swift knock.

"Hey... Dinner is ready; I wasn't sure if you heard," Allie stated as she opened the door.

Her gaze fell upon Ginny, who was perched on the quilted bed, with Harry nestled against her shoulder.

The moment her voice reached them, Harry stirred and sat up.

"Oh—okay, thank you. Be there in a minute," Harry said, his voice thick with emotion as he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.

Allie experienced a sharp ache in her chest as she drew nearer to him, her gaze lingering on his features.

He had been crying, and the weight of his tears rested squarely upon her shoulders.

"Harry, can I just—" Allie started to speak, but Ginny interrupted her sharply, "We will be there in a minute!" Ginny exclaimed as she encircled Harry with one arm, gently rubbing it up and down in a tender gesture.

Caught off guard, Allie gradually withdrew from the room, her retreat a quiet acknowledgment of defeat as she gently shut the door behind her.

She made her way down the stairs once more and entered the dining room.

As she did, the aroma of the food enveloped her, a harmonious blend of various scents lingering in the air.

A splendid array of dishes graced the table, featuring mince pies, red cabbage with apples, roasted parsnips, and an assortment of puddings, as Allie beamed softly.

"They'll be here in a minute..." Allie spoke with a hint of discomfort as she settled into her chair at the far end of the table.

An extension charm was needed for the table to accommodate the abundance of food that Molly had prepared and the gathering of guests.

Usually, the entire Weasley family did not attend gatherings at Grimmauld Place, so of course, they had to extend the table by a few feet and add the appropriate number of chairs.

As everyone finally arrived and sat around the table, a still quiet filled the air, and the awkward energy from the earlier conversations lingered.

There weren't many interactions; instead, the quiet stillness was filled with forks clanking and mouths smacking.

Nobody really knew what to say besides Hermione, who, every few minutes, would say some wizarding fact that she had read out of a book, and everyone would nod their head, or a couple of people would agree, and sometimes Sirius would even follow it up with a question, but the conversation never lasted long and soon was swallowed by the awkwardness.

Allie was acutely aware of Molly's distress, understanding that all Molly truly desired was harmony among them, and as dinner drew to a close and as Molly and Arthur busied themselves tidying the kitchen, the rest of the group remained seated on the couch in heavy silence, the tension palpable in the atmosphere.

At that moment, Allie began to devise a strategy.

"So, I know I ruined Christmas or whatever, but I was thinking we could all do something nice for Molly since..." Allie began to voice her thoughts, yet her words faltered as she became acutely aware of the indifference surrounding her.

"Since it is her favorite holiday," Harry remarked as he settled into his seat, directing his gaze toward Allie, "You didn't ruin Christmas, Allie..." He said in addition and then inquired about the plan.

"I know Hermione can play the piano, right? Well, what if we sing her favorite song? I don't know... It's just a thought." Allie said as she anxiously rubbed the back of her head, a gesture that spoke volumes of her unease.

The Weasley siblings exchanged glances, their eyes flickering with unspoken thoughts, before redirecting their focus to Allie.

"Her favorite Christmas song is 'My Love is Always Here.'" George remarked, and a gentle smile blossomed on Allie's face.

"That was—my mother's favorite too," she stated, a small smile gracing her lips. "So, do we need to practice or...?" Allie inquired, prompting Ron to shake his head before rising to his feet.

"No—no, let it feel genuine." He spoke softly, drawing Hermione close to him.

"Alright, Mione! Play!" Ron urged Hermione toward the piano, insisting that she settle onto the bench.

"This is bound to be a complete catastrophe." Hermione declared as she settled into her seat, trying to summon the appropriate notes for the melody, "No, she's going to love it, you know Molly," Ginny remarked, gliding to Hermione's side and settling into a chair.

With a radiant smile illuminating her face, Allie strode confidently into the kitchen, drawing the attention of those who had gathered around her.

Allie approached Molly, gently taking the items from her hands and setting them down on the counter.

"What on earth is happening!"

Allie gently ushered Molly from the kitchen into the living room, placing her at the heart of the space before swiftly joining the others gathered beside Harry.

As a radiant smile blossomed on Molly's face, Hermione gently rested her hands on the keys, allowing the enchanting melody to flow forth.

The music began to permeate the atmosphere, wrapping around her like a warm embrace of festive joy as the beloved carol echoed in her ears.

The singing faltered, each note occasionally straying from its intended path, and the piano echoed with an errant key here and there.

Yet, it was perfectly fine, for this was precisely what Molly desired.

As Allie cast a glance in her direction, she noticed small tears tracing down Molly's cheeks; this moment was everything she had hoped for.

When the final notes of the carol faded away, it signaled the moment for everyone to unwrap their presents.

Without fail, Molly crafted warm wool sweaters for everyone, each reflecting their favorite color.

Allie donned a faded green ensemble, emblazoned with an 'A' upon her chest, harmonizing perfectly with the attire of her companions.

Naturally, she insisted that everyone wear these outfits for a group photo before they could begin the gift-opening ceremony.

The Christmas celebration unfolded in a modest yet intimate manner, characterized by a thoughtful exchange where each individual presented a single gift to someone they had drawn at random.

Allie had acquired Fred, a task that proved to be quite challenging for her.

However, she ultimately decided on a Bogey Ball slime, believing it would serve as the perfect tool for him to irritate George or play a prank on Ron.

A delightful shift lingered in the atmosphere, a stark contrast to the preceding occasions, and it was a pleasure to witness the gathering of everyone as they unwrapped their gifts.

Yet, Ron found it essential to ready himself for the moment, "Oh, ugh... look, Allie," Ron said, rising to his feet and approaching her with a hint of sheepishness.

He revealed the gift he had been concealing behind his back. It was a diminutive, crumpled box of Fudge Flies.

"Sorry about that—I forgot about it and well sat on them," Ron said as he nervously stretched the back of his neck, and Allie couldn't help but laugh; it was typical Ron's behavior.

"Thank you, Ron," Allie remarked, her fingers deftly unfastening the box, and she eagerly placed one into her mouth.

The remainder of the evening unfolded with a delightful charm; the ambiance radiated warmth, and the companionship was filled with kindness. It stood in stark contrast to Allie's previous Christmases.

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Amidst the Chaos

Amidst the Chaos—ML

TWELVE:

As she opened her eyes fully, the bright fluorescent lights flooded her vision, their harsh glare forcing her to squint against the sudden onslaught of brightness and the world around her slowly coming into focus. Time was as if it were slipping through her fingers like sand as she tried to grasp how long it had eluded her.

She experienced a sudden, sharp twinge.

The pinching sensation midway up her arm sent a jolt of awareness to her senses.

As her gaze sharpened, she focused and found herself in a stark, empty room, hauntingly reminiscent of the one she had first awakened in weeks prior.

Her gaze sharpened, drifting to her left, where it landed upon a radiant limb, aglow with an otherworldly light. It gleamed with a brilliant shade of gold, captivating Allie's gaze.

As she concentrated, pouring every ounce of her energy into the shimmering object, she felt an intense struggle. The harder she tried to move it, the more elusive it became, as if it were teasing her with its power.

"Oh no, no, no, dear," Libby exclaimed, her voice laced with urgency as she hurried to her side. "Please don't attempt to move it. It must rest for at least a day before we dare to try any movements or spells," Libby said.

Allie's gaze lingered on Libby, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.

Allie yearned for a single moment where her life could be free of complications, a fleeting escape from the chaos that surrounded her. She had wished to awaken, to have the effortless ability to wield magic, and for the world around her to fall into place seamlessly. Allie furrowed her brow as she glanced at it; it reflected off the light and shimmered with an alluring brilliance.

The idea of finally experiencing it filled her with excitement, but she made a conscious effort to remain patient.

"Just a day or two, dear," Libby murmured, her voice a soothing balm for Allie's restless heart. "Is there anything I can bring you?" The nurse inquired softly, and Allie shifted her gaze from her arm to meet the nurse's eyes.

"Yes, actually," she replied, a hint of urgency in her voice. "Do you mind fetching Ruby and Chiara for me?" Allie asked, her curiosity evident in the way her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Allie wanted to share her thoughts with them about the surgery—the way it went, every detail of the procedure, and the journey ahead.

"Of course I can," Libby declared, her smile radiant as she glided out of the room, leaving Allie behind, once again enveloped in solitude.

Moments later, a gentle tap echoed against the door, and before Allie could utter a word to invite them in, they had already glided to her side, their presence a comforting warmth in the room.

"We heard you had questions, sweets?" Ruby looked down at Allie with a warm smile gracing her lips and her eyes sparkling with affection.

Allie offered a bright smile, her head bobbing in agreement.

"Yeah, can you just tell me about all of it, please?" Allie asked.

The two witches' eyes met in a silent conversation, a brief moment of understanding before they turned their gaze toward her.

"The surgery was a success! There were no complications," Chiara started. "And I think that in just a few short days, you'll regain full functionality," Chiara assured, her voice laced with optimism. Ruby's smile brightened the room as she chimed in, "You'll just need to learn how to use it; sadly, there's no guide included, so you'll just have to trust your instincts." With a graceful movement, Ruby glided to Allie's left side, her fingers dancing lightly along the surface as she began her careful examination.

She initiated a sequence of diagnostics on the arm, each incantation weaving a gentle luminescence through the air, illuminating her focused expression as she meticulously analyzed the readings before her.

"Everything is well within the proper parameters," the witch declared, her smile radiating a sense of confidence and mystery.

"The mediwitches have decided that you will stay here overnight, but don't worry; they said you can leave in the morning," Chiara said, and Allie turned to them, a smile expanding across her lips.

"Thank you, thank you both so much," she exclaimed, her voice filled with gratitude and warmth, the urge to cry brewing just below the surface.

This time, it was different—these were tears of joy waiting to spill forth, yet she held them back, savoring the moment just a little longer.

She held her composure, a serene smile gracing her lips as she sat, enveloped in a blissful moment.

***

The following morning, Allie stirred awake in the familiar confines of her hospital room, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Yet, amidst the lingering weariness, a flicker of relief danced in her heart at the thought of finally being able to leave today.

With a flurry of irritability, she pressed the call button repeatedly, each beep echoing her growing impatience; within a couple of seconds, a nurse appeared, concern etched on their faces as they asked, "Miss, is everything okay?" A tall male medic inquired.

"Yes, everything is fine; I would just like to leave now," Allie declared, her impatience palpable. The nurse nodded before he turned and exited the room, shaking his head in resignation.

He vanished for a brief moment, only to return with two companions in tow—Jax, whom she knew well, and a stranger whose face was unfamiliar to her.

"Allie, this is Archie Wright; he is overseeing your release this morning," Jax announced, stepping closer and glancing between them.

"Where is Libby?" she inquired, a hint of concern lacing her voice. "Did she leave again without saying goodbye?" Allie declared, shaking her head with fierce determination, "I swear I am going to kill her."

The other two could not contain their laughter while Archie stood firm, arms crossed.

"Unfortunately, she has left, but I will take over her duties and oversee your departure, and I'll have to tell her you said that," he chuckled as he had a playful glint in his eye.

Without a moment's pause, Archie strode over to Allie, raising his wand above her belly. With a deft flick of his wrist, he unleashed a full diagnostic spell, the air around them shimmering with magic.

He examined the array of colors, and after a few moments of contemplation, he finally nodded in understanding.

"Everything appears to be within acceptable limits," he remarked, moving to her left side; he gently lifted her new arm, scrutinizing it carefully.

The silver threads shimmered and glistened within, a testament to her vibrant magic, which pulsed with life and resonated deep within her being.

Allie glanced at her arm, devoting all her concentration to moving her fingers. Archie turned to her as if sensing her determination, his voice breaking the silence that hung between them.

"I assure you, it will come with time," he said, carefully sketching a similar diagram above her arm, ensuring that all her numbers fell within the desired range.

Allie battled the mounting frustration that threatened to overwhelm her.

It was difficult to accept that her new arm remained stubbornly still, but she reminded herself that the prosthetic had only been in place for twenty-four hours.

Patience, she thought, was a virtue she must cling to in this moment of uncertainty.

Archie pondered over the diagram a bit more, his eyes tracing the intricate numbers and vibrant colors, ensuring that every detail aligned perfectly before he could be sure and confident enough for her to step back into Hogwarts.

Once he felt fulfilled from his thorough examination, he brought his hands together in a gesture of triumph.

"Ah, Miss Hesper, it appears that all is in perfect order. Everything seems to be in excellent standing, so if it pleases you, I shall proceed to sign your discharge papers now." He spoke as he approached the door, and Allie's smile radiated with warmth.

"Oh, and I must extend my apologies on behalf of Ruby and Chiara. I know you saw them yesterday, but they did want to extend their goodbyes, but an urgent matter arose with the ministry, and they had to go, but rest assured, I will convey your sentiments to them, along with my final examination, to assure them that their efforts were indeed appreciated," Archie stated, offering a knowing nod before he exited the room.

Allie lingered in her smile, a moment of warmth enveloping her before she shifted her gaze to Jax.

"Isn't it just beautiful? I know I can't really do anything with it right now," she declared, raising her arm with a spark of determination. "But once I learn, I think it is going to be absolutely phenomenal," she said, and her eyes shone brightly, filled with the promise of endless possibilities.

Jax edged nearer to her, his gaze fixed intently on her side.

"They truly did do a great job," he remarked, his gaze lingering on the details as he studied them intently. He gently placed one hand on her head and gave her a soft pat that conveyed a powerful message.

"I am happy for you, kid," he chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice prompting her to roll her eyes in response.

In mere moments, Archie returned, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he delivered the long-awaited news: she was finally free to go.

Relief and joy were the predominant emotions that washed over Allie.

Despite the flutter of nervousness that danced in her stomach at the thought of returning to school, she found herself pondering the whispers and glances that would greet her upon her arrival.

***

As Allie stepped into the classroom, she settled into her usual spot beside Mattheo, who was notably absent at that moment.

A wave of relief washed over her, granting her a precious moment to collect her thoughts before he arrived.

It was a Monday.

It had been weeks since she had stepped back into the halls of Hogwarts and even longer since their last conversation, but today, she felt a stirring in her heart, a quiet determination, and it would be the day she would finally talk to him.

She confided in Jax, and despite his heart burning with a newfound animosity towards Mattheo, he urged her to follow her instincts if that was what she believed to be correct.

Allie perched at her desk, the familiar presence of Harry and Jax lingering behind her in their designated seats, a sense of camaraderie enveloping the room.

She cast a fleeting glance at them, their reassuring nods igniting a warmth within her.

A gentle smile graced her lips as she unfurled her parchment, diving into the material, anticipation circulating in her chest as she awaited Mattheo's arrival.

Each time, the sound of shuffling feet reached her ears and the door creaked open, and she found herself straining to catch a glimpse at the front of the classroom; her heart raced with the hope that it would be him.

And then, just as the bell rang, he appeared, his hair perfectly tousled and his clothes a charming mess, as always.

He bowed his head slightly as he settled into his seat, and as he sat, Allie paused her writing, her quill slipping from her fingers and clattering to the desk.

With a graceful pivot, she fixed her intense gaze on him.

"Hey," she said softly, and at that moment, Mattheo almost leapt from his seat; he was utterly unprepared for her voice, especially directed at him.

"Hey," he replied, a shy smile gracing his lips as he rubbed the back of his head. "I'm really glad you're back," he stated, and Allie offered a faint smile, unsure of how to reply.

She rolled her eyes just a bit as she caught the sound of either Harry or Jax scoffing behind them, and she cast a pointed glance at both of them, silently questioning whether Mattheo had caught on to the tension that crackled between them.

"I'm glad to be back... finally..." she said, her voice lingering on each syllable as if savoring the moment.

She yearned to express herself further, but just as the words began to form on her lips, a sharp crack echoed through the room as a ruler struck her desk with authority.

"Misses Hesper, perhaps you would like to teach class today since it seems your enthusiasm for conversation has reached new heights." Professor McGonagall declared her tone firm as her gaze bore into her.

"Can you repeat anything I just said?" The professor inquired, her gaze piercing through the room.

Allie, feeling the weight of the moment, shook her head.

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to the correct page in her book, redirecting her focus to the front of the class.

McGonagall's expression fell, her head shaking slowly in disappointment.

"We are glad you are back, but I implore you to focus. I would hate to see those grades slip further, especially after all the effort you put into raising them the first time," the teacher remarked, resuming her lesson with a knowing glance.

She wasn't wrong; Allie had spent countless hours reclaiming her place in third, as she had piles upon piles of work waiting on her.

After weeks away, the transition felt challenging yet oddly surreal. Returning to the ordinary grind of coursework after such a harrowing experience was disorienting.

Harry's words resonated in her mind—Hogwarts bore an unsettling resemblance to Azkaban.

New rules had emerged alongside unfamiliar professors and an array of cloaking spells, but despite all the new challenges, she found her resilience shining through.

The weeks following her return unfolded with surprising ease, and adapting to her new arm proved less daunting than she had anticipated.

Realizing that those around her were preoccupied with their own lives and seemingly oblivious to her struggles was a peculiar solace.

The knowledge that no one was discussing her, at least not within earshot, brought her a sense of comfort in the midst of her journey.

Her struggle to command the magic to respond as she wished presented the most significant challenge, and she dedicated countless hours to mastering even the most basic spells in the dueling chamber, where she faced a dummy.

Occasionally, Draco would join her out of responsibility, offering his guidance in their duels.

She treasured every moment they spent together in that space, feeling surprisingly grateful for his presence and support, whether he did it for her or not.

As the minutes of class dragged on, she couldn't help but cast secretive glances at Mattheo.

Each tick of the clock echoed in her mind as she counted down the moments until class would finally end.

As time passed, her heart yearned for the moment when she could finally reach out to him and mend the seemingly damaged gap between them.

The minutes stretched on like an eternity, but at last, the moment arrived, and the professor's voice began to ring through Allie's mind.

"Thank you; please take the time to study the material," came the voice, echoing in her stillness. "I feel like there will be a quiz next class," Professor McGonagall declared, her voice echoing through the stone walls as she dismissed the students, leaving them with a sense of foreboding and anticipation hanging in the air.

Allie carefully collected her books, tucking them into her bag with a sense of purpose.

She rose gracefully, her heart racing as she stepped into the hallway, anticipation bubbling within her as she awaited Mattheo's arrival.

Jax slipped out the door just behind her, maintaining careful proximity, while Harry offered a hasty wave before veering off in the opposite direction, eager to avoid any entanglement in the conversation between her and Mattheo.

Allie returned the wave with a bright smile, settling into the inviting embrace of the stone window nook nestled in the hallway.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, a swirl of curiosity enveloping her as she pondered the reason for his prolonged stay in class.

Just as she redirected her gaze to the imposing door, it swung open, revealing him in the midst of a brief exchange with the professor.

He approached with a casual confidence, his hand tucked nonchalantly in his pocket, exuding an effortless charm as he made his way to her.

"Is everything okay?" Allie asked softly, her gaze lingering on the spot where he had just stood with the professor.

"Yeah," he murmured, a gentle shake of his head accompanying his words. "It was nothing," he repeated, settling beside her, his back resting against the window arch as he casually propped his feet atop hers.

Allie glanced at him with a mix of disdain and disbelief, his feet lifting gracefully from her lap as she sought to reclaim her personal space.

Mattheo and Allie locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Well, anyways, I wanted to talk, actually," Allie said, brushing off her legs where his feet had just lingered.

"Alright," he replied, his gaze steady on her, urging her to share her thoughts.

"I just wanted to talk to you, you know, since being back," Allie admitted, her voice trembling slightly as she nervously twirled the ends of her hair, feeling the weight of Mattheo's gaze shift away from her.

Mattheo dropped his head, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes.

"I mean, I'm not mad at you." Allie began, her voice trembling slightly as she drew deep breaths, gathering her thoughts before pressing on.

"I mean, I was—but I had a lot of time to think; I know you tried to help me," Allie said, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability.

Mattheo, sensing the weight of her words, raised his hand slightly, a silent gesture urging her to pause and let the moment hang in the air between them.

"No—please, stop. It's my fault; I knew about it all along. I should have—" Mattheo's voice lingered in the air, but Allie quickly shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes.

"Let's just change the subject, okay? And besides, I'm part robot now," she teased in a playful tone as she raised her left arm, showcasing the intricate gold details of her prosthetic.

His gaze lingered on the object with a flicker of curiosity as he studied it. He fought to maintain a carefully crafted facade, determined to conceal any flicker of emotion that might provoke a negative response from her.

He gave her a gentle smile and paused before deciding to speak again.

"Can I say one more thing, and then we can let it go?" He inquired, shifting his gaze from her arm to her eyes, searching for answers in their shimmering depths.

Allie cast a quick glance at Jax before her gaze returned to him, a spark of intrigue dancing in her eyes.

"Yes, fine," she replied, her gaze steady as she gestured for him to start.

"You had to know that—I would do anything to take it all back, and if I could go back in time and tell you the complete truth, I would," Mattheo said, emotional.

Allie nodded slightly, a small smile gracing her lips as if his words wrapped around her heart like a warm embrace.

"Stop, I understand, but just know if you do anything else, Jax will personally rearrange your face," Allie said with a laugh, and Jax straightened up, a fierce shine in his eyes.

Mattheo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, the weight of the moment hanging heavily in the air around him.

"Now, come on," Allie urged, her voice a gentle melody as she rose to her feet and turned to face Mattheo.

"Are you going tomorrow?" Mattheo inquired as he shifted his focus and started walking down the hallway, with Jax trailing closely behind. Upon hearing his question, Allie gently slapped him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, right!" She stated, and Mattheo rubbed his shoulder as he let out a chuckle. "I have no plans this time..." He stated it in a lighthearted manner, and Allie let out a loud, sarcastic laugh as she shook her head.

"Well then, are you going?" As she continued to walk down the hallway, the breeze from the open windows hit her face.

"No," Mattheo said quickly, and Allie looked over at him.

"Oh? Why not?" Allie questioned, and Mattheo just shrugged, "I just don't want to, is all," he stated, and Allie nodded in understanding.

"Well... I'm not going either; we can hang out together," Allie stated, and Mattheo smiled in response.

"Okay..." he said with a smile.

"Okay," Allie replied as they continued to walk down the hall.

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