Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 14 (Patreon)
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Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.
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Task Number Three
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“Stop looking so glum!”
Harry ignored the command and pulled the book closer to his face. A sigh sounded from in beside him.
“Seriously.” Susan said as she pulled the book away from his grasp. “Yes You-Know-Who escaped but he’s extremely weakened, Professor Dumbledore said so! It’ll take years before he’s a threat again so there’s no point in brooding about it now!”
‘She’s right Harry.’ Hermione said from her Arithmancy class.
“Thank you!” Susan shouted/whispered. As always. Professor Binns ignored the disruption, instead choosing to drone on about another Goblin treaty.
Harry sighed next to her. “I can’t help it! Not only is he now on the loose with no telling where, but the third task is tomorrow, something he helped orchestrate to happen!”
Susan leaned her head against his shoulder in a soothing gesture. “I know, and we’re just as worried, but dwelling on it all day isn’t going to help matters.”
He made to respond but the loud gonging of the clock tower signaled the end of class. Almost blazingly so, everyone in the class stood and rushed from the classroom, eager to get as far as possible from the boring lesson. Though a few students had to be shaken awake from their impromptu naps. Even Professor Binns seemingly rushed from the room, floating down through the floor to Merlin knows where.
He made to stand too and leave to the great hall for lunch but Susan’s hand on his chest stopped him. He looked at the girl in confusion as she stared back with a mischievous glint in her eye. With a flick of her wand, the classroom door slammed closed and was locked with a click. Turning back to him, the red head turned his chair around to face her as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Harry sucked in a gasp as quick hands freed his growing member from its cotton prison and was devoured by plump lips. Susan hummed around his cock appreciatively as she began to bob her head slowly down his length. Her tongue lathered the underside of his cock with velvety wet licks and she even pulled free to place sloppy kisses upon the tip. He groaned as she took him in again and he threaded his fingers through her deep red hair. A gentle hand came up to cup his warm bloated sack and give it a soft squeeze as the busty witch continued to suck.
“Fuck Susie, that feels so good.” He gasped.
Susan pulled off his length with a giggle as her hand came up to lazily pump his hardened length.
“If you think that’s good then you’ll love this!”
Without another word, the red head leaned back and popped open her blouse with a flick of her wand. Her large breasts jutted out, straining against her bra. Reaching for the front, Susan released a hidden clasp and freed her fleshy tits. A tidal wave of soft pale flesh spilled free, capped by large pink areola and crinkled nipples. Susan looked down at her impressive bust and opened her mouth wide. A glob of spit dripped down from her tongue and cascaded down the valley of her breasts. The voluptuous girl squeezed her giant globes together, spreading the saliva evenly between them.
Once satisfied, Susan suddenly lurched forward and encompassed his hard cock between her large tits. Harry groaned as she started to bounce her breasts upon his length, the warm pillowy prison enveloping his cock like a vice.
His moans only increased as she red haired goddess looked down and captured his tip in her mouth. Her tongue returned with a vengeance, attacking the sensitive cock head with hard quick licks. She whirled the wet muscle around the tip evilly, sending shocks of pleasure up his groin with every lick of his glans.
‘God what I wouldn’t give to have a cock so Susan can give me a tit-job like that!’ Daphne exclaimed.
From below, Susan giggled as she sucked harshly on his tip. Harry hissed at the overstimulating pleasure and jerked his hips, forcing his cock deeper in her mouth. Susan took this in stride, working her breasts faster as she furiously lapped at his cock head.
‘I’m sure we could find a temporary spell love.’ Hermione added. Both girls sounded particularly breathy through their connection and Harry pressed deeper to peer into their minds.
Hermione sat dutifully at the Gryffindor table, red cheeked while she pretended to read a book. Daphne, however, was currently locked in a broom cupboard of her own volition, with a hand down her pants and squeaking with pleasure while she furiously fingered herself.
Harry lost himself at the sight, grunting harshly as he finally unloaded into Susan’s dutiful mouth. The red head merely hummed contently as she sucked every last drop of cum from his pulsing cock. Only when his balls were empty and his length beginning to soften did she release him from her mouth.
“So…” Susan started, scooping a small bit of cum from the corner of her mouth and wiping it on her tongue. “Feel better?”
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Harry breathed out a sigh of apprehension. The hedge maze in front of him loomed like a shadowed crypt. The air around the entrance was stifled and silent, an odd anomaly compared to the buzzing crowd sat behind him. He knew without a doubt that as soon as he entered, he’d be virtually cut off from the outside world. Well, almost.
‘So much for this being a spectator sport.’ He mused.
He could feel Hermione’s and Susan’s annoyance paired with Daphne’s slight amusement at his glib attitude.
‘Focus on coming back unharmed Harry.’ Hermione chastised. ‘Then you can critique the judges’ decision making.’
Harry snorted to himself. He looked over his shoulder and gave the bushy haired girl a wink. As he turned back his eyes caught the gaze of a certain french champion. Despite the girls’ grievances against Fleur, he knew none of them truly wished her harm. He didn’t either which is why he found himself smiling reassuringly at the blonde. She seemed to appreciate this as she sent a determined smile of her own back.
The french witch would be the last to enter the maze which certainly irked her somewhat. Harry just wished it was him in her shoes. The less time he had to be in this foreboding prison, the better.
A canon blast from behind cut short his musings, and with a nod to Cedric, the two Hogwarts Champions were off. Harry felt the moment he crossed over the threshold to the maze. Stifling silence greeted him with the sounds of the crowd cut short. The magic of whatever ward system the used passed over him and he shuddered at the alarmingly cold feeling. With a small bit of fear he tried sending a pulse over his magical link.
‘We’re still here love.’ Susan’s soft voice filtered in. ‘Now get going and remember to keep your shields down enough for us to see.’
Harry nodded to himself and mentally relaxed his occlumency. The soothing feeling of the girls’ minds filled him and his rapid heartbeat eased somewhat. He could do this.
Without a word he stalked forward. The tall hedges blocked out much of the moonlight and the dense fog clinging to the ground didn’t help matters. Still he persisted, traveling through the twists, turns, and plethora of dead ends at a semi-urgent pace. All the while, Hermione, Daphne, and Susan nudged him along with advice and warnings.
It was Daphne’s timely warning that stopped him from tripping an inversion ward, something he was very thankful for. Spending the next hour trapped upside down wouldn’t have been fun. Unfortunately, he did almost walk into an acid fog cloud the very next turn.
The entire time he was traversing the maze, the girls were mapping out his route back in the stands, ensuring he wouldn’t get turned around and end up retracing half his steps. Was it cheating? Absolutely. Did he give two damns considering he didn’t even want to be in this tournament anyway? Not at all.
Suddenly a scream pierced the air. Harry snapped to his left where he heard the terrified wail originate from and broke off into a sprint. He barely heard Hermione mentally shout for him to slow down. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and forced his blood to pump rapidly into his ears. He barely paid any mind to a pair of acromantula in his path, his wand instead moving of its own volition and striking the beasts down with twin flashes of light.
Another shout of pain sounded ahead and Harry pushed himself harder. Skidding around a corner, he came face to face with a hulking armored figure. A tail, six foot long and equally armored was poised above, ready to strike at a moments notice. Sparks flew from the front where its head should’ve been and Harry instantly recognized what it was. Of bloody course they’d use Hagrid’s Blast Ended Skrewts.
On the other side of the giant beast lay Fleur Delacour, unconscious on the ground with a painfully looking burnt and blackened arm. From the deep gouges and stinking blood along the Skrewt’s side, the girl had put up a hell of a fight against the genetic monstrosity. It must have taken her by surprise but the venom inside its stinger was too much. Harry only hoped he could get to her in time before the venom proved fatal.
With barely a thought, Harry sent forth a powerful blasting curse that slammed into the Skrewt’s Front two legs. Its body clumped to the ground with an agitated screech as fire shot from its maw. He dove to the side as a giant stinger slammed into the ground where he had been. Rolling to his feet, he sent a quick cutting curse to wards its injured side. The spell splashed harmlessly against its thick shell.
‘Its armor is magic resistant remember?!’ Hermione’s voice shouted. ‘Fleur must’ve used transfiguration or blunt force spells to do that damage. You need to do the same!’
Harry growled under his breath and jumped back as a gush of flames threatened to engulf him. Flicking his wand, a chunk of the surrounding hedges tore free and flew in front of him. He muttered a quick incantation under his breath and transformed the thick greenery into a bundle of jagged iron spiked. With another flick, the spikes sailed forward and smashed into the creatures legs. A horrific screech filled the air as it’s spindly legs were shredded by the metal shrapnel.
Not wanting to give it a chance to recover, Harry silently shot out an overpowered ‘Confringo’ towards its sparking maw. The spell collided and a loud “CRACK” reverberated through the maze. The creature gave one last pitiful whine before collapsing on the ground, unmoving.
He barely gave the dead Skrewt a passing glance before rushing towards the prone Veela’s side.
“Fleur! Wake up! Can you hear me?!” Harry shook the girl’s shoulder in a desperate plea for her to open her eyes. When that failed to work, he quickly bent down to place his ear against her chest. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the telltale ‘thump thump’ of a beating heart. She was still alive.
Raising his wand, he shot forth a fountain of red sparks into the sky, calling for help. Harry should’ve kept moving. There was no telling how deep into the maze he actually was, even with Hermione’s map. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t leave Fleur alone in this hellish task. There was no telling what else lurked within this maze and who knew how long it would take for help to come.
Not long, at least telling by the muttering curses coming from somewhere to his right. “Bloody fucking- who put a root there?!”
Suddenly a red robed figure stumbled out from around a corner. The figure was scowling, with their spiky hair changing from a bright pink, to a muted red.
“ ‘Auror Tonks we have a special assignment for you!’, ‘Auror Tonks you have the honor of leading the tournament team!’. Bollocks to that- Oh! Sorry didn’t mean from you to hear all that.” The feminine auror jumped when she saw him.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her muttering but shook his head with a small laugh. “All good. Auror Tonks I take it?” If it wasn’t so dark within the maze, he would’ve seen the bright red blush adoring her features.
“Uhm.. Yeah! Wotcher, I saw the sparks and came to help. I’m guessing for her? Well unless big dead and ugly there shot out the sparks.” She gestured towards Skrewt.
At Harry’s nod, the now dubbed Tonks came forward and summoned a stretcher. Gently she levitated Fleur onto the stretcher while binding her arm in a sling.
“Pomphrey will give her a look over once we get back, but for now I put her under a healing stasis charm. Won’t cure her but it’ll slow down the venom in her system.” She explained.
Harry nodded, eyes shining with relief as Tonks stood to take her away. The hedges separated for the auror as she approached, but before she stepped through, the strange color changing woman looked back towards him.
“Oh! And good luck. Technically we’re not supposed to have favorites but I’m rooting for you Harry.” With a wink the woman stepped through the hedges and disappeared.
‘Well she was interesting.’ Daphne muttered.
‘That was Nymphadora Tonks. Auntie says she’s the last person Moody even took on as a protégé. She’s extremely skilled, if a bit clumsy.’ Susan replied.
‘Doesn’t matter who she is for now. You need to get moving love.’ Hermione interrupted.
Harry rolled his eyes as he stood and dusted himself off. ‘You make it sound like I’m trying to win this thing.’
‘Aren’t you?’
Harry made to reply but stopped. While a large part of him still wanted nothing to do with this tournament, another, slightly vindictive, part did want to win. To show everyone who booed and doubted him that he was just as, if not more, capable than students three years his senior.
‘No comment.’ He grumbled back as he started forward. By the smug aura coming from Hermione, she knew exactly what that meant.
After the small bout of excitement with Fleur and the Skrewt, the maze was relatively calm after that. There were a handful of traps and even a sphinx that asked him riddles, ones that Hermione were still grumbling about being too easy.
Finally he saw it. The Triwizard Cup sat proudly on a pedestal in the center of the maze. Harry slowly walked towards it, wand raised and on guard for any last minute traps, but nothing came. His eyes raked over every shadowy corner and twitching branch in paranoia. Even though no spells or curses came whining by his head, a sense of foreboding still settled in his stomach. He was suddenly aware how quiet the maze was. No sound of wind nor chittering of life sounded between the thick hedges and this silence only grew louder as he neared the cup.
So poised was he that the second a twig snapped behind him, he was spinning around with a hex on his lips.
“Woah Harry wait! It’s me!” Cedric cried.
Harry untended slightly but kept his wand aloft. “Sorry, this place is just really unnerving.”
“Tell me about it. I’ll have nightmares about hedges for months after this.” Cedric’s eyes flicked to the cup momentarily. “So I suppose this is it.”
Harry nodded with narrowed eyes. “I suppose it is.” For a moment he thought the older boy might attack, to fight for the cup and try and claim victory. But Cedric merely sagged his shoulders with a sigh.
“Thank bloody god. Dragons, Grindylows, and Blast-Ended Skrewts are enough excitement for one lifetime.” the Hufflepuff muttered.
Harry laughed and looked towards the cup once more. He wanted it, as much as he wished he didn’t, he wanted to win. But did he really want to fight Cedric for it? As nice as the Hufflepuff was, he knew the older boy wanted to win just as much as he did. Harry was tired though. Tired of the tournament and tired of having to fight for his life every damn year. Perhaps he should just let Cedric win, at least then it would still be a Hogwarts victory right?
‘You’re absolutely right love.’ Hermione cooed in his mind. ‘The stupid cup isn’t worth it. Let Cedric have it and come back to us safe.’
‘He could take him though!- Ugh all right fine. Let him have it babe and get out of that bloody maze.’ Daphne grumbled.
Harry smiled and made his decision. Turning back to Cedric he leveled him with an expectant gaze.
“Well? Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna take the stupid thing?” Harry asked.
Cedric looked at him with disbelief. “But you got here first? You deserve it Harry!”
“I never wanted anything to do with this tournament. Hogwarts should have its victory with its real champion.” Harry retorted.
Cedric was taken aback for a moment before he set his face in a determined expression and shook his head. “We take it together. Hogwarts victory either way yeah?”
Harry had just enough time to grin back at the boy before a red spell pierced Cedric’s throat. The Hufflepuff wizard collapsed as he gaged on the red blood pouring out the side of his neck.
“Oh how very touching. Such noble young boys!” A mocking voice tittered.
Harry spun to the side to face the newcomer. Standing before them in deep black robes with a maniacal grin stood Lucius Malfoy. The man’s blonde hair was sleeked back and his once dark eyes now glowed blood red. Harry was immediately unnerved by the sight of them. Something was wrong.
“What the fuck did you do Malfoy?!” Harry exclaimed. Cedric was still on the ground, clutching desperately at his throat in a futile effort to stem the blood flow. The man before him tsked.
“Simply removing the spare my dear Harry. And I’m afraid you’ll find that Lucius… isn’t here right now.” The visage of Lucius smirked evilly. Harry shuddered at the action, his body immediately freezing up at the familiar sight.
“Voldemort…” He whispered.
“Very good!” The dark wizard laughed. “I’m glad to see our past meetings have left an impression Harry. Let’s see just how much you’ve learned.”
Harry barely had time to dive away from the crackling green curse.
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“What the fuck?!” Daphne exclaimed. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Susan whimpered next to her with tears in her eyes.
Daphne whipped her head around to her bushy haired girlfriend. “We need to help him! Hermione!”
Hermione jumped from her reverie, a terrified expression marring her features. “Y-you’re right… We need to let Dumbledore know.”
All three girl’s hastily stood and pushed their way to the judges box. People grumbled and cursed as the three witch’s shoved them aside, not letting anyone get in their way.
“Professor Dumbledore!” Hermione shouted as they ascended the steps to the judges platform. “Professor!”
Dumbledore turned to them with a concerned expression. Behind him, the other judges looked on with interest.
“Miss Granger, what is it? Is something the matter?” Dumbledore asked calmly.
Hermione nodded frantically. “It’s-“
A scream echoed out across the grounds and everyone turned just in time to see Cedric Diggory lying prone on the ground, the Triwizard Cup lying next to him, both in a large puddle of blood.
Immediately Dumblore rushed off to the boy’s side, the old Headmaster calling for Poppy the entire way. He knelt next to the Hufflepuff boy and wasted no time in conjuring a roll of bandages and pressing it into the his bleeding neck. Madame Pomfrey ran up next to him, the matron wasting no time with questions and instead began to wave her wand in complex motions.
“He’s alive but barely. He’ll need blood replenishing potions, a lot of them.” She muttered. “What the hell happened in there Albus?”
Dumbledore shook his head. “I do not know Poppy.”
“That’s what we were trying to tell you, professor.” Hermione interrupted. “It’s Harry, Voldemort’s with him.”
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Harry grasped his broken wrist with a hiss of pain. He had managed to banish the cup into Cedric and portkey the boy away but it had cost him. Thankfully the spell he took was just a simple bone-breaker, unfortunately it still hurt like a bitch.
“Come now Harry! Face your death like a true Gryffindor!” Voldemort cackled in Lucius Malfoy’s voice. Harry ignored it and ran deeper into the maze. He knew he was no match for the dark lord.
A sizzling sound from behind made him dive to the floor just as a spell sailed by and impacted a hedge with a ‘BOOM!’ Harry shot off a short chain of spells in the direction it came from and jumped to his feet. Dust and debris was kicked up from his violent spells, providing an optimal means of cover.
“You’ll have to do better than that! Much better.” The Dark Lord growled through the dust. Harry responded by transfiguring the hedges around him into angry vines, each attempting to strangle and rip apart the dark lord chasing behind him.
Sounds of anger and violent means of gardening were his only response as he twisted and turned through the winding path. He jumped back as he almost plowed full tilt into a dementor, but a shake of his head and a flick of his wand later, the boggart exploded into a pile of naughty magazines. Harry paid it no mind as he continued on, desperately searching for some form of an exit. He began to spell more traps and jinxes as he went, hoping to slow the evil wizard down.
Suddenly the hedge next to him exploded.
Harry grunted as he was flung to the side and slammed into the ground. Stars sprung up in his eyes and the breath was driven from his lungs. Out of the gaping smoking hole in the bush, Voldemort stepped forward, the edges of his robes torn and his sleek backed hair now frazzled.
“I applaud your ingenuity Harry but cheap tricks will not be enough to escape me.” He hissed.
Harry forced his bruised body to roll to the side as a spell came sailing at him. He sent back his own that was batted aside effortlessly.
“It’s no use to keep fighting. Give up and I will make your death swift.”
Harry responded by sweeping his wand in a wide arc and shooting forth a jet of flames. Voldemort shielded his eyes as he dispelled the fiery wall giving Harry just enough time to get to his feet. Before he could run however, a rope suddenly wrapped around his ankle and he was tugged backwards.
“ENOUGH!” Voldemort roared. He raised his wand, the pale stick glowing sickly green. Yet before death could come, the dark lord’s wand sparked violently and the man was blasted back. A grunt of pain emanated from his lips as the evil wizard clutched his side.
“Curse this feeble body!” He growled.
Harry’s eyes widened. Blood was leaking from the dark lord’s eyes and dark angry veins crisscrossed his pale flesh. Voldemort’s new body was proving to be unstable. He remembered how Quirrel had to repeatedly drink unicorn blood just to host the dark lord’s spirit. A full fledge possession must be much worse and Lucius’s body was falling apart at the seams.
Jabbing his wand downwards, Harry cut the rope around his ankle and pushed himself up. Voldemort was weakened and the more power he expelled, the worse it would get. Harry just needed to trick him into wasting as much energy as possible and the dark lord would be too weak to defend himself.
With that in mind, Harry flung a chain of spells at the injured dark wizard, mixing in every borderline dark curse Daphne taught him. Even injured though, Voldemort was still dangerous. The man was not the most feared dark lord in all of history for nothing.
He angrily batted aside Harry’s spells like annoying flies. His own curses sailed forward, crackling with deadly energy. Harry grunted as each dodge and dive irritated his broken wrist, but he persisted. Summoning all the water dew on the grass, Harry formed a whip on the end of his wand and cracked it towards the dark lord. The evil wizard actually had to dive himself to avoid the watery weapon and Harry found himself smirking at that.
His short lived elation died suddenly as Voldemort flicked his own wand and yanked the water from Harry’s own. It coalesced into an orb before it suddenly froze and was banished back towards Harry as sharp spikes. He made to twist out of the way, but he wasn’t fast enough to avoid one impeding into his shoulder. Harry howled in pain as the frozen water was suddenly flash boiled inside his wound. He fell to the ground grasping at the steaming laceration.
“Impressive!” Voldemort hissed. “Maybe you are much more than just a foolish child but no matter what tricks you have Harry, you’re no match for Lord Voldemort!”
“Oh just shut the fuck up already!” Harry shouted back from his position kneeling on the ground.
Voldemort scowled at the teen. “Impertinent to the last breath, I respect that in a way. No matter, it end’s now. Goodbye, Harry Potter!”
Harry shakily raised his own wand just as Voldemort flung a Killing Curse towards him. Harry weakly fired his own cutting curse back, expecting darkness to take him soon.
It was not to be as the two spells made contact. Harry jerked as a hold of power shot through his wand, forming a golden stream that connected to Voldemort’s own. The dark lord grunted as well, eyes wide as the steam began to splinter and coalesce into a golden dome around them. Harry groaned as he felt more power drain from him but he held fast, pushing as hard as he could into the connected wands. He was rewarded as Voldemort suddenly screamed in rage and pain. The dark lord coughed violently as blood leaked from his mouth and his face twisted into one of agony. With a mighty yell, the dark lord slammed his wand downward and ended the connection. Both he and Harry were flung back as an unseen force slammed into both of them.
Slowly, Harry began to sit back up. A wave of nausea hit him as he did so and he grunted from the exertion.
“Harry!” A voice shouted. Harry groaned as he shook off the disorientation as a pair of hands wrapped around his neck.
“Wha-? Voldemort!” He shouted. Another set of arms pushed back against his chest as he jolted upwards.
“Shh it’s alright love! You’re safe, you’re in the hospital wing.” Daphne’s voice filtered in.
His glasses were pushed onto his face, something he hadn’t even realized was missing. Blinking away the spots in his eyes, he was greeted by the familiar sight of the Hogwarts hospital wing. Hermione, Daphne, Susan, and surprisingly Fleur, surrounded his hospital bed, each with their own worried expression on their face.
“What happened?” He asked, the words sounding as if they’d been run through gravel by his parched throat. Susan reached forward and placed glass of water in his hands. He drank greedily from the chilled cup, the water instantly relieving his sore throat.
“Professor Dumbledore said that your final spell against Voldemort blew both of you back. It knocked you out but there was no sign of him. Voldemort escaped somehow.” Hermione explained.
Harry sighed as he slumped back against the soft pillow. “Figures.” He mumbled.
“The good thing is-“ Daphne began. “That you’re okay. Just don’t make it a habit of facing down dark lords by yourself, that was pretty scary.” The blonde admitted.
He smiled back at the blonde and nodded. Turning to Fleur he leveled her with a curious look.
“How about you Fleur? Are you okay? Oh! What about Cedric?”
Fleur blushed and nodded. “Oui. I am fine thanks to you. As for Cedric, ‘e woke up yesterday. ‘e kept asking about you as well.”
Harry nodded. “That’s good. I’m glad I found you when I did.”
“Me too. Though that is twice you ‘ave saved me ‘Arry Potter. I will not be able to thank you enough if you keep it up!” Fleur giggled.
He laughed as well and surprisingly, so did the other girls.
“You’ll have to ‘thank him’ later though. I think Mr. Hero here is out for the count for the moment. Perhaps you can visit over the summer…?” Daphne asked.
He looked at her confused before Fleur nodded. “Oui, I would like that. I ‘ave never been apart of a fivesome before though!”
Harry choked at her words and looked towards Susan for explanation. The red head merely smiled and patted his back slightly.
“Actually Fleur I believe that would just be classified as an orgy at that point. Though I am not well versed on sex terms so I’ll just have to look it up to confirm.” Hermione added.
Harry slumped back again and vowed silently that he would never understand girls.
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Author’s Note
Annnnnddd that concludes Act 1 of Knut For Your Thoughts! This story is not over whatsoever but I will be taking a short break from it to plan out the next Act and work on other stories. Expect the next chapter to come towards the end of this month, if not a little sooner.
Thanks for reading!