I sat in my bedroom, writing poetry about sorrow, when there was a knock on my door.
"Yeah" I said, closing my journal and stowing it under my sheets. "Miz Karin" my maid, Josey, stuck her head in "Your school letter came."
I smiled and hopped up. Snatching it from her hands and shutting the door, I let out and excited squeal.
Hogwarts was like my second home, but with no servants and no parents to be all over me.
And this year would be the best.
My seventh and final year.
Nothing, not even Voldemort, who was now on the rise again, could break my happy mood. Not even if the Killing Curse came shooting through my window right at that moment. "Mom," I yelled as I ran to our backyard, where my parents were sitting on lounge chairs drinking cocktails "Camille and I need to run to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Get our school stuff and all that wonderful nonsense."
"That's great sweetie" she took a swig of her Cosmo "I'll get James to drive you"
James was our limo driver. He was closer to me than my own parents. Mom and Dad were either too busy with "work" or on vacation to take me or my little sister, Camille, anywhere.
"Why did you guys even conceive me or Camille if you were gonna sit on your fat asses and not do anything with us." I muttered under my breath. Mother stopped drinking, looked at my father (who was too engulfed in the Prophet and a bottle of Vodka to notice my existence) and stared at me "What was that, dear?"
"Never mind" I picked up a rock and threw it at the flower bed.
Camille and I walked through Diagon Alley together the next day. Everyone said Camille was the younger version of me. Tall, tan, constantly changing eye color, and big assets (if you know what I mean). The onlyexception was the changing hair color. Camille's was the original black.
"What would you do if I dated an older guy" she asked out of the blue me as we waited in line at the bookstore.
"He would probably be in my grade, you being a 6 year.I would have no problem with it, unless he was someone I like" I flipped through one of my text books absentmindedly, thinking that if she liked the guy I had liked for the past 10 years, I would kill her. Even if we were sisters."Cool. I see my friends, I'll see you later" she pinched my arm and took off in the opposite direction toward some other Slytherins, all 6th year."I'll hex you you little-" I was cut off when someone called my name."Hey" someone tapped my shoulder and I whipped out my wand, only to find that is was my two best friends, Shana and Ellie.
Shana and Ellie were the only two real friends I had had since my first year. They were both in Slytherin too. And unlike me, they were MAJOR sluts. But I love them anyway.
Whats up, bitches" I pushed them off me after a quick hug.
"Not much. How was summer?" Ellie asked in her fake French accent. France was where she had spent the majority of her summer.
"Just peachy" I handed the witch my money and we went on our way.
"We need stuff from that joke shop over there" Shana pointed to the shop I knew was owned by the Weasley twins. "I hear their stuff rocks. We can cause big trouble this year."
"Ok" I shrugged, wanting to go in the direction I had seen the very familiar owner of pale skin and white blond hair go.
"We're just getting joke stuff, then you can see your man" Ellie pulled my arm.
I glared at her and walked in reluctantly. The place wasn't so packed as it usually would be. There were a couple Gryffindors by the candy section and a Ravenclaw here and there, but that was about it.
Shana and Ellie walked around, randomly picking out things that look useful, while I leaned against the counter. I was bored already. I decided that this wasn't a complete waste, eyeing the fake snake that I could have no problem putting in Pansy Parkinson's bed.
"Ello Gorgeous" someone whispered in my ear.
I turned around and saw one of the fatsos that hung around with Draco Malfoy, the object of my affections.
"What do you want" I looked at my freshly manicured fingernails.
"You" the one known as Goyle wrapped a chubby arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
"You have five seconds to get out of here before I hex you" I said, reaching for my wand.
"Really? Can I get a goodbye kiss" Crab leaned forward and I punched him.
As I stepped away from Goyle, he grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me closer. I twisted my arm to an angle that he would let go and grabbed his wand hand and twisted it behind his back.
"Try that stunt again and I will break your arm clean off" I hissed in his ear.
"HEY" out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the Weasley's(almost certain it was Fred) running toward us "Stop that fighting!"
I let go of the screaming Goyle and walked out. I hated when guys would come on to me like that.
Shana was not far behind me, carrying her rather large bag of goodies from the joke shop.
"Wow, girl!you kicked ass in there!" she smacked my butt.
"Thanks" I said through gritted teeth "Let's go find some place to get a cold drink. Then we can finish shopping"
"We'll see you on the train" Camille's friends waved as she came up to the bench I was sitting on.
"How was your shopping?" She asked, waiting for me to stand up.
"Wonderful" I whispered sarcastically, refusing to move from the view I had come across. Shana and Ellie had left me there, having already finished our shopping.
I had been watching Draco get fitted for his robes through the window. I really didn't want to leave.
Camille looked to where I was watching and sighed. "Come on, you can see him at school" She pulled my arm.
"Fine" I gathered my stuff and went to the limo.
Our parents did not come with us to the train station. They never did. Not even on our first year, which seems quite cruel, but we were used to it.
"Have a good time girls. Study hard." James said, helping us load our stuff onto the train "Stay out of trouble." He gave me a look.
"Will do" I hugged him. He was like the dad I never had, even though my dad was around.
Camille was gone before you could say "peanut butter jelly time" and I would probably see her a grand total of 3 times during the course of the school year.
I knew my friends were off with their boyfriends somewhere, and me being single, didn't want to be there for the make-out fest.
I sat myself down in the very last compartment and locked the door. I didn't want anyone bursting in while I was drawing and writing. I was taught that art was not a career of honor in the wizarding society, and I wanted some sort of honor. So I hid my love of the arts.
Not too long later, someone knocked on my door. I hid my sketch book and unlocked the door.
"Can we sit with you?" the Granger girl asked, suddenly looking as if she made a mistake. And she really did.
"No" I looked behind her to see the Weasley boy and Potter. "There's nowhere else" she pleaded.
I sighed. I did not hate these three kids, and they would do the same if it were me. Maybe Hermonie wouldn't, she hated me, but the other two would. "Grab a seat"
Hermonie gave me a smirk and sat her things in the compartment. "Thank you, Karin."
"Whatever" I looked out the window, "I'm surprised you're back, Potter"
Harry, I could tell, was surprised that I had addressed him. "Wh-What do you mean?"
"After what happened to Dumbledore and the whole thing with Voldemort, it's a surprise that The Order of the Phoenix is letting you return" I looked into his bright green eyes. I really did like his eyes"Oh. Well, it was not my choice" Harry got a sour look on his face. Hermonie broke in and completely changed the subject to something I couldn't join into before I could reply.
I kept my eyes on Harry as they talked, and he kept his eyes on me. He gave an apologetic smile and finally looked away.
I sat with Shana and her boyfriend, Josh, later that night at the feast. Shana looked up at me and grinned.
"We were wondering when we would see you." She laughed.
"It would've been better for me if you guys hadn't had an orgi, leaving me with the Golden Trio"
Her jaw dropped. "I'm so sorry, Karin!" She smacked Josh over the head. "I knew we should've gone to find her. But no, you wouldn't let me go find her" I tuned out the rest of their argument, every so often sneaking a glance at Draco, who was not too far down the table from me. I longed to be closer to him.
I loved the way his hair kind of fell in front of his face, he had let it grow out over the summer. It looked good on him. I loved the way he talked so loud everyone could hear him, even if that made him a bit narcissistic. I loved the way he chewed (yes I am completely obsessed, deal with it)
The new headmaster, Professor Mcgonagol stood up and went through all the psychoness of the hard school year that lay ahead of us. With Voldemort figuratively at our doors, we had to be on high alert, and there would be a loss of some everyday activities. I hate Voldemort even more than I did before.
When they dismissed us, Shana, Ellie, and me were the first ones out of the Great Hall.
Our dorms were exactly as we had left them. Still under the lake, with the Slytherin common room right next door.
I was exhausted and fell asleep in my clothes.
Tomorrow was sure to be a good day. I could feel it.