HP: I Have "Pure" Magic

As soon as I was levitated out, I saw that Harry was also being levitated, along with... Neville.

Wait, Neville?! The hell?

"Professor, what happened to those two?!" This time, I was genuinely surprised. By Neville though. Harry was expected to pass out, though voldy can't really do much with Lily's protection still active. Bless her, what an awesome woman.

"Mr. Longbottom was enfeebled after intrepidly protecting Harry and Miss Granger from being hit by the spikes of a Venemous Tarantula. Harry here, on the other had an encounter with Lord Voldemort himself. He was possessing Professor Quirell. But Harry valiantly faced him and protected the stone from falling into wrong hands."

I barely held myself back a snort. Venomous Tarantula was another plant that happened to be in our first year syllabus. Was this old not afraid of making it too obvious? Even Hermione might figure it out once she gets older.

Dumbledore continued, "When Miss Granger and I reached Harry, we saw Professor Quirell screaming painfully while clutching his... crotch area, while Harry was burning Voldemort's face with hands." He paused while at looked me with eyes twinkling in amusement.

"I have to say, Christopher, that you have taught Harry a... peculiar technique of self defense."

I just took it as a praise. "Well, it saved Harry. So I guess it was useful." I inwardly nodded my head in satisfaction, thinking that I had taught him well. Though I wonder, if Quirellmort had to go through the feeling of his crotch being burned to ashes like what happened to his face.

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The following days were good. Ravenclaw won the Quidditch Cup as we crushed Griffindore completely in Harry's absence, though it wasn't as bad as the Canon. I ended their suffering quickly by catching the Snitch fast for Harry's sake. The whole week after that was spent celebrating our win after so many years. Me, Hermione, and Neville regularly paid visits to Harry in the Hospital wing.

The only problem was, Dora was needlessly sad for the whole week and tried to spend as much time with me as possible. I did ask here once or twice about her problem, but she'd only look more sad on me asking. So I decided to not force the matter... and find out the problem on my own. No way I'm gonna just wait for her to tell me, just in case the problem turned out to be serious.

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-Dora's POV- (Third Person POV)

This whole year felt like a dream to Dora. Compared to the previous years, when she hated going to Hogwarts and wished for the year to end soon, this last year had been very different. From third year to sixth year, her experiences here weren't very good. The female friends she had made were all started to become jealous of her while the all make friends she made turned out have become friends with her due to her metamorphagus abilities.

That was just her third and fourth year. In those two years, she wasn't particularly powerful nor skillful in magic. So she had to be careful all the time and not wander around the places where there were no witnesses.

But, even after she powerful enough to beat even seventh year's asses, the damage had been done. Those malicious girls had already spread a number of false rumors about her that which didn't have a single bit of truth in them. Thus, Dora had already given up on caring about her reputation or making friends. She was satisfied with the few Hufflepuffs who knew her for who she was and decided to just pursue her dreams instead of these useless things.

But, as if to make up for the past years of suffering, it looked like fate has decided to give her one friend who'd let her have more fun than all the past years combined.

Christopher Maxwell.

They had met each other on the very first night of arrival, and at the only place at Hogwarts that felt like home to her, at the Room of Requirements.

That day, she had found him very cute and funny and had enjoyed the time she had spent with him. They both somehow seemed to fill vanish each other's loneliness.

After that, as she met him every night and got to know him more, she realized that Chris was no ordinary person. He was literally a genius at almost... anything.

Not a single moment spent with him is boring. He would always come with all sorts of ways to keep a smile on her face whenever she was down. And she found out, with some jealousy, that Chris had the same effect on all of his friends. She sometimes felt very jealous whenever she saw him enjoying his time with his other friends.

And, she realized that she had began to anticipate for their next meeting every time they were separated. She could hardly believe that she had been able to stay all alone for past few years.

And thus, her current problem was so much more agonizing. This was her last year at Hogwarts and Chris's first year. He'd be studying here for the next six years while she has to go and follow her dreams. They both knew they had to separate one day, but Dora didn't realize that it would come so soon.

She looked at the letter in her hands and suppressed the urge to just tear it apart. It was a letter sent by the recently retired Auror Moody.

He was her dad's friend and she had shown him her talent and skills during the summer vacation this year. And according to her dad, she was the first that he had decided to take in a disciple among the hundreds who wanted to one. At that time, she had been happy, to say the least.

But now, this letter from Moody suddenly came a week before the school ends, saying that he was going to travel the world and wished asked her to come along for her training. He would come to Hogwarts to pick her up the day before the term ends.

And she'd been agonizing over what to do and how to bring herself to separate from Chris. Thus, she had tried to spend as much time with as possible during these last few days. Chris had asked several times what the matter was, but she really couldn't bring herself to tell him.

To tell him that, she won't be able to meet with him for the god knows how long... She didn't want to see him react.

Would he be sad? Would he try to stop her? That would only make it more difficult her to leave and make her feel more guilty.

Or would he be not mind it much, now that he had so many friends other than her.

She didn't like either choices.

But, just tonight, before he went to bed, Chris had come to her and kiss her forehead. Dora was surprised, but then Chris had proceeded to give her a bag, saying.

"This is something I prepared for you when you'll eventually go for your Auror training. I'll really miss you, so this is something that'll make you not forget me. Don't forget to write to me."

After, he had left after giving her one last hug.

Moody was coming tonight, and she did sitting in a daze while looking at the bag Chris had given her. The emotions she was feeling right now, Dora didn't think she could say them to Chris in person. So she decided to write them all down in one long letter.

She carefully put Chris's bag into her trunk. She didn't think she could leave if she decided to open it.

She then quietly opened his room in the room of requirements. As expected, he was sleeping peacefully. She put the note on the table and looked at him for a long time.

Thinking that she would only see him after a long after this, tears were involuntarily coming into her eyes.

She even smiled thinking of all the time, he'd make jokes, the times when he'd say those absolutely cheesy lines that God knows how he came up with... and the times he'd ask her for kiss.

Coming closer, she slowly bent down and kiss him.

On the lips.

Before tears could fall on his face, she turned around and ran out of the room.

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A.N. : Believe me when I say that, this was for the best. You want him having a girlfriend at 12 ?

On a positive note, he finally got the kiss!

Give powerstones for Chris POV in the next chapter and the trip to France.