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The sun was setting in the sky, letting the darkness take over my mind. I lay in bed and stared blankly outside through my window. The stars were coming out. Yet, no matter how beautiful the sky was, tears formed and rolled down my cheeks, creating tiny streams into my neck. I shivered at the coolness of my room despite the hot summer night. The air conditioner was on and soon, I knew I would be freezing. I didn't want to be cold. It would only remind me of that night. I got up and slowly sneaked down the stairs. My parents were snoring. The floor creaked at my weight but after a few minutes of effort against the noises, I was out the door. The heat wave and melancholy hit me at the same time, and I stumbled towards the swings in my back yard. Their touch was comforting, pure. I knew I would be sick in no time. After reliving a few moments of childhood, I jumped off my seat and lay in the grass. Dizziness struck me, the world was turning, I begged it to stop. And my eyes dropped, closed, as I drifted into sleep.

I woke up early the next morning because the sun was glowing in my face. I forgot to close the blinds. But something soft and prickly was sticking to my face. Irritated, I got up, completely lost. I glanced up and recognized my back yard. Whoops. Smiling to myself, I darted into the house. Last night's tears were already forgotten. I accidently ran into my father who was heading out to get some bread.

"Sorry!" we said at the same time. We burst into laughter.

"Why are you out so early?" he asked.

Well, you saw that coming smartass.

"Oh, you know, early walk, nothing really special." I answered.

"In your pyjama's? You have grass stuck to your face." he said.

Well spotted.

"Haha. You got me! Actually, I fell asleep outside. End of story." I said.

He didn't push it any further, and I was thankful for that. He chuckled, recognizing his daughter, and left. I hummed all the way to the kitchen. As I reached the refrigerator door for my orange juice, my mom walked in.

"'Morning sweety."

"'Morning mom."

She was all dressed up for work. She poured herself some coffee and took out a mug for mine. She pushed to cereal box towards me.

"No sugar, no milk right? Cream?" she asked while fixing my morning drink.

"Ten points for Granger!" I laughed. "Aren't you supposed to be at work? It may be early but, well…"

"Got up late. So I worked in the dining room a bit. Anyways, I have to be there in half an hour. Love you!" she said.

She picked up her briefcase, kissed my cheek and left, leaving a very lonely coffee on the table. Too bad I wouldn't have it, she liked hers with sugar in it. My mom is a work freak. I guess it's where I got the whole 'study-thing' from. My dad on the other hand, likes vacations, so he took one on my last week before Hogwarts. I sipped my coffee until I heard the door unlock.

"I'm back!" he yelled from the hall.

"I know!" I yelled back.

He entered the kitchen and dropped the bread on the table.

"Little miss know-it-all" he smiled "Still hot. Enjoy."

I took my time for breakfast while thinking about the books I would read later. We had already done my school shopping, so I was all ready for the big, big day! Which was in exactly a week. I wanted to learn the basics before starting my seventh and last year in Hogwarts. At least it took my mind off Ron. That twat who had broken my heart so many times. This time I knew was the last. I was over him during the day, but late at night I would relive every moment we had spent together. Soon, I thought, I will be completely healed.

My dad went to fetch the mail, but came back in with not only a few letters, but also a bloody hand.

"What happened?" I asked, concerned.

"Nothing. There's an owl outside who wouldn't let me take the letter in it's beak. Guess it's for you, huh?" he said.

Why would I need another letter? I already had my list of supplies.

I ran out, forgetting my father and is Band-Aids, and gave a few nuts to the owl. While it was eating, I opened the letter.

Miss Granger,

We are pleased to announce that you are Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Your badge is enclosed with this letter. We are awfully sorry for not informing you earlier.

Hoping you are well,

Professor McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts

I let out a little yelp. I was Head Girl! I was Head Girl! I ran into the house and squeezed my father into a huge hug. My mother was delighted by the news. Both were very proud. The week went by like nothing. I was so caught up in my studies and in my family time, not once did I think of Ron. The day came, finally, and I dragged myself to the Hogwarts express.

"Bye mom, dad. I'm going to miss you so much. I'll owl you, I promise!" I burst out.

"We love you, sweety, don't forget that. Have a nice year!" said my mom, hugging me tight.

"I'm so proud of you. Be careful with the boys. No Ron, ok?" said my dad. I smiled at him, thankful. He understood. With a few last goodbyes, I hopped onto the train. I waved at them for a few seconds before looking for an empty compartment. I didn't find one, but I found Neville, Ginny, Harry, Luna, Ron and Lavender. These two were snogging. The others were looking at them with disgust on their faces. I didn't have a care in the world, so I went in and set my trunk under my feet as I sat down.

"Hey guys!" I said cheerfully "How are you?"

Ron and Lavender ignored me, but the others grinned at me and greeted me back. Ginny got up suddenly.

"Hey, um, listen, I heard you were Head Girl. Can you show me your compartment?" she nervously said.

"Yeah sure." I answered as I dragged her out. "What's up?"

"Nah, nothing, just can't stand those two" she pointed at Ron "We're all really mad at him, you know."

"Ginny. It's okay. I just don't want to talk about it." I said. "How were your vacations?"