For now we have the same goal.”
“Wait, isn’t Flint basically your lapdog?” Harry tried to jog his memory. “…I‘m far from ugly.”
*
“Why are we meeting like this?”
“You mean in secret?”
“No, I mean in a girls bathroom?”
Harry glanced around the Marauders crowded into the depressing bathroom. Probably just a wizard thing, he reasoned. There was one benefit to being here alone, he might actually know a question in class once in a while. Tom Riddle stepped back in shock as the room was filled with glowing golden light. He will pay for this! “First the sorting and now this. Harry chewed the end of his quill; it was hard to know exactly what he was trying to say. Interesting that you never thought to tell me, but I know all the same. You know the drill. His heart was beating in tune with his terror. But every time he heard cries in the distance or saw a grin on the face of a green robed student he shuddered, but kept walking.
