HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 86: Midnight! ] (Patreon)
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Harry and Iris were subjects of many stares as they went to the Great Hall for dinner that night. Everyone was curious to see the Potters back. They all still weren't sure what had happened on Halloween night. They looked at the siblings as if staring at them would reveal the answer.
It didn't.
Harry and Iris easily ignored the attention and talked among themselves.
Thankfully for them, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up, gaining everyone's attention and gave his speech, welcoming the students back from Yule holidays.
Harry and his Gryffindor friends left for their dorms after the dinner, giving a friendly wave to Daphne and Tracey who were still sitting on the Slytherin table.
"I don't know why Professor Snape is giving us a stinky eye." Neville mumbled nervously as they stepped in the corridor and away from the gazes of the Professors.
"I see what you meant when you said 'Reality Restored' two months ago. It's befuddling to see Professor Snape alive after witnessing him getting killed by you in Teatanpole." Iris drew close and whispered in Harry's ear before stepping back and smiling innocently at her friends who didn't hear what she whispered to him.
"Ignore him, Neville. His face is just that way." Harry said to him, not responding to Iris' observation.
"He is a Professor, Harry. You shouldn't talk about him like that." Hermione mildly reproved.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. You know what I said is true." Harry chuckled, throwing his arm around her shoulders. She blushed at his casual affection.
"Still, we shouldn't disrespect him." she murmured, not pushing him away.
"If you say so." Harry shrugged uncaringly, not agreeing or disagreeing.
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That night, before Iris went to her dorm for sleep, Harry pulled her in a corner and whispered in her ear.
"Meet me in the common room at midnight. And use the Marauders Map to remain unseen."
She just nodded curiously, not knowing what he was up to.
As her roommates dozed off and the time for the meeting drew near, she checked the map and found Harry already waiting in the Common room. She tiptoed to the door and opened it without making any noise. After closing it behind, she climbed down the stairs.
She had just stepped into the common room when Harry took off his Invisibility Cloak and put it in the inventory.
"Harry, what's up? Why did you ask to meet now?" asked Iris.
Harry grinned excitedly, presenting his hand, he said, "I have to show you something amazing. Come on."
"And it couldn't have waited for the morning?" She queried with a dubious look. She truly was going to smack his head if it was for some lame reason. He should know how much she liked sleeping and how annoyed she became when she didn't get a full night's sleep.
"Bloody hell! Just grab my hand. Will you?" Harry asked annoyedly. If it wasn't night time and she wasn't fearing getting found out, she would have argued with him some more, but for now she took his hand.
And then he teleported.
They appeared before a blank wall on the seventh floor.
"Shut up." Harry told her before she could ask anything. She shot him a pointed glare, but he wasn't even looking at her. He was pacing back and forth before the wall.
"Shut up." He mumbled again just as she was going to say something. She huffed in annoyance. Having a twin wasn't always fun. Just like now, when he could interrupt her even before she could interrupt him. The ability of knowing each other's thoughts before it was worded, while mostly gratifying and intimate, was also irritating when used against each other.
Her thoughts came to a sudden halt when an intricate arch formed on the wall and a door materialised inside it. Harry gave her a cocky grin and pushed the door open.
"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." He said, bowing grandiosely and bidding her to enter first. She rolled her eyes at his dramatics, but went inside as asked.
She stumbled and it was only Harry's quick reflexes, his hand grabbing the back of her t-shirt that saved her from the embarrassment of face planting on the floor.
"Harry, what is the living room of the Potter Manor doing in Hogwarts?" She asked, ignoring his amused smirk at her reaction.
"It's just a replica, Iris. This is the wonder of this room. It can turn into anything you want. Of course there are some limitations, but still, this place is gold and a very useful one. I learned about the Room from Harry of the other world." He smiled, his eyes staring into space as he remembered the various friends he made in that world.
Iris touched the sofa. And it was hard and real instead of being a flickering illusion. "Wow."
"Wow, indeed." He grinned as the living room instantly turned into his bedroom. "Now you know why I called you at this time."
"I see. You want this to be just our secret and don't want to share it with our friends yet. Since Neville and Hermione are always with us, now was the only time to reveal this." Iris answered absent-mindedly, turning and analysing the room. "Can you give me control of the room for a second?"
"Okay." Harry agreed.
Abruptly, Harry's bed disappeared and in its place a slightly bigger bed reappeared. Iris climbed on the bed and bounced on her knees before sprawling down on her back.
"Whoa! This really is the comfiest bed ever. Far better than the one in my dorm room." Iris groaned blissfully. Harry chuckled and laid beside her.
"I gave you the most powerful room in Hogwarts and you asked for the comfiest bed. I am amazed." He smirked, shifting to his side.
"I am extremely drowsy at this time and all I want is the best bed. Fuck you." She grumbled, scooting closer and snuggling against him.
Harry did his best impression of their mother, "Language, young lady."
Iris just sighed and pressed her face on his chest.
"Just shut up and let me sleep or I will kick you off the bed."
"Fine. You are no fun. Goodnight."