My new fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except a huge pile of homework that awaits my attention. Sadly.

(A/N: Also, just asking, do students go home the day of the End-of-Term Feast?)


And Her Alarm Clock Rang Seven.

Ding... Ding... The bell that she'd heard everyday for the past seven years but never got around to looking for tolled out the last bells. Midnight. The last day of the school term, the last day of the school year.

Her last day at Hogwarts. Ever.

Rose Weasley gave a sort-of sniff and hugged her knees to her chest. She was perched on the ledge of the window of the dorm, in her nightgown, bathed in the pale moonlight. It was freezing tonight, but she couldn't sleep. Not tonight. Not the last night she'd ever spend in this castle.

She glanced back into her dormitory, at her sleeping friends — some of the best friends she'd ever had. Friends she'd miss after today. She turned back to the window and leaned against the wall, staring at the night sky, face half cast in shadow, watching the moon shine.

Rose sighed. Swinging her legs off the ledge, she crept to her bedside table in the dark and picked up the tattered black diary she knew would be there. A glance at the clock; it was a minute after twelve.

She settled back into her little corner on the window ledge and flipped open the diary, way more gently than usual, to the first page:

Personal property of:

Rose Weasley

The Hogwarts Years

2017 to 2024

Smiling slightly at how extraordinarily naïve and unliterary (and unoriginal) she'd been, Rose delicately flipped the page and started reading.

She had seven hours. Seven hours to go through the seven best years of her life.


Hell yeah, a short, short, introductory chapter. If I get hits (and reviews, hinthint), I'll keep posting.