Created by Adam Spunberg & Shylah Addante
Designed by Sam Cushion
You've seen some of the other Horcrux groups and the combinations have made you laugh. Draco stuck with Pansy? Hermione with Cormac? Ron with Lavender? Neville and Luna really know how to pick them.
"I love our little trio," you say to Katie and Parvati, a smirk creasing uncontrollably across your face. "Gryffindor girl power!"
"GGP!" Katie and Parvati exclaim. You're not quite sure about that acronym, but it sure as hell beats GTL. Wizards don't need to hit the gym, and they have spells for tanning if you really want one (something you've never desired, being fair-skinned and ginger and all). Unfortunately, your mom definitely makes you do laundry, along with five gazillion other chores.
The only sad thing about GGP is how you're separated from Harry, and you know Parvati feels similarly about her twin sister Padma. But you take comfort in knowing you'll have pleasant company throughout.
"I'm glad it's all girls," you tell your two cohorts. "The last thing we need is creepers around here. And let's face it: There are plenty of those at Hogwarts."
"Like Draco?" Parvati suggests. "He does sort of have that bad boy thing going for him."
"Hah!" you answer. "Draco Malfoy and I just don't mix. If we had kids, they'd end up with some crazy mix of ginger and silver hair and probably turn out pink-haired."
"And middle class, and they'd worship a Slytherin-Gryffindor snake-lion," Katie adds. "I'd ship you two in a heartbeat."
"Save those jokes for Hermione," you say with a wink. "I plan on having lots of little Potters, with scars on their foreheads and horrible vision. And they'll be totally awkward around girls but win ladies' hearts by saving the world. And then they'll find strong-willed, empowered women like me to fall in love with and get dominated for the rest of their lives. Ooh, I can't wait!"
"Good luck getting your horcruxes!" Harry yells from across the room, as if on cue.
"Oh, hush you," you say dismissively, throwing a flirtatious eyeroll in his direction. He seems flummoxed. You can't wait to flummox him for the rest of your life when this is all over.
"Just give me a moment," you tell Katie and Parvati. They nod approvingly as you rush over to Harry and pull him through the back of the store, stopping at the stockroom where your brothers keep boxes of new joke items and old inventory. There used to be truckloads of cardboard prisms and random junk, but Voldemort's ascension has really hurt business.
"We don't have time," Harry mutters uncomfortably. "We have to find these horcruxes."
"I don't care," you say, throwing him against the wall and devouring his lips with the kind of ferocious kiss only a Gryffindor could muster. "That's so you remember me," you add, gasping from the magnitude of the moment. In addition to being a great wizard, that boy really knows how to kiss.
"They could hex me with Obliviate! a thousand times and I wouldn't forget you," Harry answers back.
"Wow, Harry," you mutter, legitimately startled. "I didn't know you could be such a romantic."
"Er umm, it's this book Ron gave me. The second one actually. First he gave me 12 Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches, but it was Delirium by Lauren Oliver that made me realize the value of love."
You give him another sweeping kiss -- face to face, because you two are the same height -- and then whisper, "Don't go all soft on me. Be careful out there."
"You too," he whispers back, but this time there's a sadness in his inflection. You both know you may never see each other again.
He clasps your hand and holds on until the last possible moment, when you're just beyond his grasp. You can still feel his touch lingering on your fingertips when you return to Katie and Parvati and ask, "Should we study up on Voldemort's past in Little Hangleton or think things over at the Burrow?"
A.) Go to Little Hangleton?
B.) Go to the Burrow?