Ron nodded along, smacking Harry’s shoulder. And don’t forget to do your summer homework.” “Now Harry, I hope you have a good summer Ding. Weasley already berating the twins for who knows what. Weasley trying to distract him from questioning Mr. He could see her parents standing off to the side next to the Weasleys. They all disembarked at the station and Harry was promptly dragged into Hermione’s goodbye hug. Better to get into character now before accidentally setting him off. Smacking him upside the head or shouting until he looked properly cowed. Uncle Vernon seemed to prefer him this way. He could already feel his posture curling in defensively even though he knew Hermione and Ron wouldn’t actually tease him about it. Exposing his tattered, three times too large hand-me-downs always had this effect.
Thanking her, Harry stood and shakily shoved them into his trunk above their heads. Now they were finally coming up on King’s Cross and Hermione had to remind him to remove his robes. But how reliable was it really? He was hearing the ringing more often today, for sure, but were they all lies? Was the ringing only during lies? How did this happen? Needless to say, Harry was quite distracted during the train ride. Some were little white lies to be polite, some a little darker, some he never would have guessed if not for the ringing. Its too heavy and I don’t know the charm.” Ding “Excuse me, could you help with my trunk. “I swear I’m gonna study every day this summer.” Ding The whole interaction took barely a moment but Harry couldn’t get it out of his mind during breakfast and catching the carriages to the train.įocusing more on what his classmates were actually saying when the ringing happened was hard, but he was getting the hang of it and there really was a pattern.
Hermione had apparently been trying to convince her that ‘less-is-more’ (unsuccessfully so far) without actually telling her that she looked awful. Harry had no idea how much makeup was acceptable but even he admitted that Ginny must be wearing too much when you could barely make out her eyes and she had apple red cheeks. She always caked too much on trying to look mature. Hermione had been complaining all semester that Ginny was getting too wrapped up in the makeup craze going around the dorm. It was a common phrase, a simple reassurance but decidedly false. Ron’s practically vibrating he’s so impatient.”
You don’t even need the makeup, you’re a beautiful girl. Ginny was whispering frantic words about getting her hair and makeup just right as always but Hermione’s response had Harry perking up. Hermione had just entered the common room when she was abruptly pulled to the side by Ginny who had been waiting by the stairs. It wasn’t until the next morning when he and Ron were sitting in the common room waiting for Hermione to come down for breakfast, that he had his first inkling that the ringing might actually mean something. Maybe it really was some sort of headache and he needed to take better care of himself. But it was so irregular, he couldn’t figure out any sort of pattern, rhyme or reason. He almost wished he had more to complain about or more information period so he could consult Hermione, she always had an answer even if that answer was that she needed to research. He eventually convinced her it was just a simple headache because at that point he knew it was something, just not what and Pomfrey would just tut at him and demand he stay for observation like every other time he’d seen her. A cacophony of ringing in his head like discordant church bells, so horrible he ended up complaining to Hermione before she started fussing over him about concussions and seeing Madam Pomfrey. It even popped up during the leaving feast and that was horrible. Bloody hard to ignore in the middle of a conversation. It would start and stop almost randomly, always when people were talking. It all started last week sometime, just after the big incident with Sirius and Professor Lupin and that rat Peter, or maybe it started before? It was hard to tell when exactly he’d heard the ringing first. Was he going crazy? Was the stress of third year, being separated from his innocent godfather and being sent back to the Dursleys becoming too much? After all, how else could he possibly explain this conviction that he’d somehow become a human lie detector?
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