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Y/N

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WHEN LOUIS STILL HADN'T left his study three hours later, I decided to forget about it and find something else to do.

What was the point? He clearly didn't want to talk to me about whatever was bothering him, and the way he snapped at me earlier was enough to show that I shouldn't pursue him for information. So I left the tea party, told Emma and Daniel I'd be back for supper, and then disappeared into the forest down a familiar path.

It took me straight to the one place I knew I'd get answers.

"Just as I predicted," Draco Malfoy announced, watching as I walked into the forest clearing, "the prophecy girl is back to see us."

Jaime, Oliver, Draco, and Harry were all gathered around the giant mushroom, shaping smoke into the shape of letters and clouds. It was like play-doh in their hands, easily tangible and formed into whatever their mind thought up.

I shot Malfoy a distasteful look, plopping down onto one of the cushions they had on the grass.

"What is it you need?" Harry drawled, his vocab slow and monotone, "I'm surprised you didn't bring Louis along."

"He's currently in his study," I noted, picking at my fingernails.

Harry frowned, "his study?"

"Yup."

Apparently all four of the boys around me got the message, shaking their heads as they muttered to themselves. It reminded me of what Daniel and Emma said back at the party (before it was rudely interrupted by cards)—the last time Louis skipped tea to lock himself in his study was when [insert nonexistent information here]. I would finish the sentence for myself, but I didn't have the words.

"I don't suppose you could tell me why he's acting so off?" I quizzed, eyeing the twins in particular.

Oliver and James just sunk into their seats, shaking their heads at me. I swear I almost saw their eyes start to water...but maybe it was a trick of the light. Draco had turned back into a ferret, deciding that an afternoon nap was of better importance than my questions.

But Harry spoke up.

"Are you sure you want to know the truth?" The caterpillar asked, setting down his pipe.

I nodded.

"Then the truth is what you will get," he said, "but keep in mind that this story doesn't just affect Louis, but all of us around you."

I nodded again, but I was slightly off put.

Was this why Draco decided to sleep instead? Was this why the twins looked uncomfortable and sad? Harry didn't seem to mind telling me, but now I felt as if I was intruding onto something too personal to want to know.

"Two years ago, the Queen began her monarchy," Harry explained, "this was the year we lost many of our friends, all of them executed for taking part in the battle against the kingdom."

I sunk into my chair, unable to stop listening. Harry continued:

"Among those lost, was someone we all held dear to our hearts. Louis, more than the rest, considering they were best friends....and although they never dated, losing a friend can be much harder."

I stared at the ground feeling sick to my stomach. It didn't matter that Louis and this girl weren't romantically involved, it was heartbreaking to know he lost a friend so close to him. 

"All of us fought in the battle," Harry continued, "but not all of us escaped in time. When our forces were failing, and surrender was inevitable, our ranks had a carriage that would take us away from the kingdom and to Merrywood Hills—where we currently reside now."

I didn't like where this story was leading.

"But unfortunately, in our rush to flee, many were left behind. Louis was the last one on the carriage that night, reaching out for her to grab his hand, but she was too far to ever reach us."

I didn't need to hear the rest of the tale to know what came next. She died, and it was clear Louis blamed himself for it—but even I knew that it wasn't his fault. The Queen was horrible, evil, and any death was blood on her hands, not anyone else's.

"What was her name?" I asked, staring at the ground.

Harry didn't have a chance to respond, before Oliver piped up. James was holding back tears at the memory, listening to his twin answer the question for me.

"Enola," he said, "her name was Enola."

:(

"She called him Tewks," James sniffled, "nobody really knew why, not even Louis. I suppose he's forgotten."

"That's why he's been distant," Harry cut in again, "Draco told us he witnessed what happened in the field this morning, so don't be alarmed that we know, but let this serve as a reason for why he's so scared to fall in love. The closest he's ever been to someone was being their second-half, and even then he lost her."

I felt horrible, honestly. I shouldn't have pried, it was none of my business, and I shouldn't have tried to kiss him. I bet he hated me now. He could think anything of me, and I'd accept it, because he's been through so much more than I ever could imagine—they all have.

"He doesn't hate you," Harry sighed, dangling his pipe loosely in his hands, "I know you think he does, I can see it on your face."

I looked away in embarrassment. "What makes you say that?"

"Because I haven't seen Louis so protective of someone since that day," the man explained, "we know what happened at the tea party with the cards, and we know that he defended you against the guards."

Wow, news travels fast here.

"He was being a good friend," I added, "it's wrong of me to assume anything more."

"But I think it's because he's fond of you," Oliver mumbled.

I turned my head towards the twin, furrowing my brow weakly. I never met Enola, but I knew she was someone they all cared for deeply. It seemed unlikely for Louis to ever be fond of me in a way he had been for her, especially since we had known each other for far less time than they had—regardless if it was simply platonic. 

"How could he be fond of me so quickly?" I sighed, my head resting in my hands.

"Ask yourself that," Harry yawned, "you're fond of him too, remember?"

I lied, unsure of what they'd say. "No."

"Lying gets you nowhere, [y/n]."

He was right, it really didn't. Not to mention, this whole thing was a lie to begin with. I wasn't the girl in the prophecy, and for all I knew, the prophecy was ruined from day one when the Queen killed her husband to offset it.

"What Louis needs, is someone who won't leave him," Harry sighed.

I bit my lip. "What do you mean?"

"He's scared to fall in love, because he doesn't have the reassurance that you'll be okay. He's scared to fall in love, because he fears he'll end up alone like now. He's scared to fall in love with you, because he doesn't have a reason to know you'll stay."

And then it hit me like a truck.

'Careful darling, I don't want to lose you'.

So there was more to those words than I originally thought... and now I felt my heart break just thinking about it. This whole time, Louis was keeping this to himself. And that changed everything. But all lies aside, I knew there was one thing I had to do.

Find him.

"You're good for him," Harry nodded, watching as I stood up, "I haven't seen him this happy in years."

I would be lying to say that didn't break me a little.

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I needed a name, so I just chose Enola lol. Don't think too much into it :P
I'm also in the mood for a cranberry scone, I shall have one immediately.

Tah tah, my darlings, hope you enjoyed this double update today <3