Hallway near the Clock Tower

"Next year's going to be worse," she stated. "Most definitely. You should... stay home from Hogwarts. So you aren't in danger or anything."

Fry looked at her nervously. "I hope not. I want to continue my education. I could somehow pass for someone else, somehow, I don't know."

"Aren't you a metamorphmagus?" Holly looked up at him.

"Oh. right. I knew that."

"So... You could disguise yourself as my cousin or something!"

Fry's eyes widened. "Yes! Of course... Let's not get too much into action, Remember, as long as there's Dumbledore and Hogwarts, I'll be safe." Fry said with a grin. "He'll hold on for two more years, I'm sure he will."

Holly grinned, and nodded. "Yeah. He's the greatest wizard in the world, and he's our headmaster."

"That's right. So, everything will be fine. If anything, all those selfish assholes will get kicked in the face one day."

Holly nodded, and squeezed him tightly around the waist. She couldn't really give him a proper hug because he was so tall, but this was the best she could do.

"I feel much better now... Plus, we still have Eric and Selia."

"Yeah. I know they wouldn't turn on us. Definitely."

"Yeah. They're true friends."

"Indeed they are."

"But, yeah. I'm sure that I won't have to come in under cover. It's hardly likely."

"Who knows..." Holly trailed off, and bit her lower lip to hold back the tears that were welling in the corners of her eyes.

Fry slid down against the wall. Once he hit the floor, he let out a long, shaky sigh- the kinds that you would do after crying, or after almost crying.

Holly knelt down beside him, and hugged him, leaning her head on his shoulder. It was all she could do. She didn't know what to say anymore.

Fry, trying to cheer up the moment, then said, "Well... do you want to go for a walk?"

"Sure," Holly stood up. "Where to?"

"Outside. It's beautiful, isn't it? And... let's just talk, okay? I want to talk." He took her hand tightly, and pulled her up.

"Alright. That's why I was looking for you earlier. I just want to talk." So, they walked outside and talked and such.

Yeah. They walked and talked a ton like back in second and third year. Oh, and first year. And a tiny bit before that.