Hi everybody! Wow year five of Paul's life at Hogwarts. I can't believe this went from a small stupid idea that I had MONTHS ago to this, and all in a few days. I know I'm fast on the updates but I don't really have anything else to do.
Disclaimer: if I've said it once I've said it a million times I do not own Harry Potter!
"Don't kill Cedric. Who's Cedric? Your boyfriend?" Harry's cousin, Dudley, said.
"No, mine." Paul walked up the hill. She was wearing a black tank top that ended just above her belly button and black shorts with ballet flats.
"Paul, what are you doing here?"
"Ron sent me." She was thinner than at the end of the year.
"So you're the Paul that punched out every boy in that stupid little school of yours? You don't look so tough, is that why you followed Cedric like a little puppy?" Harry had also talked about Paul in his sleep.
"I'm not a puppy, bub."
"Look at you acting all tough, did you need Cedric to protect you from the big bad world?"
"Just keep talking, I'll show you what I can really do." Harry saw that her hair was wet in the front and she had bruises and scars on her back and shoulders.
"You're not tough at all, are you?"
"Just like Malfoy." She walked up to Dudley and punched him square in the gut and he fell flying back and knocked over two of the boys in his gang. "Like I said, just keep talking."
"Run!" they yelled and left Dudley with Harry and Paul. Then the sky darkened and the wind picked up.
"What are you doing?" Dudley asked.
"I'm not doing anything." Paul said. "Hurry, run!" then they started running in the other direction. Then they ran into a tunnel and stopped. The only sound was the wind. Then Paul, feeling something brush her sore back, turned and saw a dementore.
"Run, get away." She urged them as she pulled her wand out. Then the dementore attacked her and she fainted.
When she woke she was being supported by an older woman and Harry was supporting Dudley who looked dreadfully sick. Then they entered the Dursley house. Petunia Dursley was sitting on the couch with a small fan when Harry, Dudley, and Paul entered the house.
"Vernon, come quick." Vernon Dursley came into the room.
"We have to take him to the hospital." Petunia said as Dudley stared into space and held a bowl in his arms for puking.
"Who did this to you boy?" Dudley pointed to Harry who was standing next to Paul. "Happy are we now? You've finally driven him mad."
"Don't say that."
"Well just look at him Petunia. Our boy has gone loopy. I've reached my limit, you hear? This is the last I'm going to take of you," he stopped mid sentence. "Who is that?" he looked at Paul.
"This is Paul, from school."
"What is she doing here?"
"Taking Harry off your hands, he's been requested by the Order of the Phoenix."
"The what?"
"Not even the ministry knows about it." Then an owl flew in and dropped a letter onto the couch.
"You're in for it, Harry." Paul said. Then she walked away. "Bye."
"Wait,"
"Trust me." She gave him "the look". She walked out and ran around to the back of the house and waited at the bottom of a window. Soon the Dursley's left and she pulled out a small whistle and blew. Then she went inside and the other members of the Order were there.
"Follow me." She said. They walked up the stairs and Paul opened the door to Harry's room. "Did you think I was going to leave you?" Paul, Nymphadora Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody (the real one), and other members of the Order stood outside his door. "Come on." They walked outside and mounted their brooms. As they past the city all Paul saw was a blur of color and sound. That's all it was since Cedric died. Then they landed and were in front of an apartment building. Mad-Eye tapped his walking stick three times on the road and the building grew and a hidden door was exposed. They all walked in.
"We have to act now." Sirius Black said. He looked up to see Harry standing in the door way of the dining room. Then Mrs. Weasley came in the door way.
"Harry,"
"Mrs. Weasley,"
"Told you I could get him here in one piece." Paul said as she rubbed her bruised and scar back. Her hair only a little damp now.
"Dinner will have to wait until the meetings finished."
"Come on." Paul pulled Harry straight up the stairs and to the second door to the left.
"Harry," Hermione hugged Harry. "Are you alright?"
"yeah."
"We heard them talking about the dementore attack. You must tell us everything."
"Let him breath, Hermione." Ron said.
"The Hearing at the ministry, it's just outrageous. I've looked it up, they simply can't expel you. It's completely unfair."
"there's a lot going around at the moment. So what is this place?"
"the head quarters for the Order of the Phoenix." Paul said. "It's a secret society. Dumbledore formed it back when you-know-who was in power. Really can't put it in a letter."
"Harry." The twins popped up behind Paul. "Thought we heard you."
"I think you finally scared Paul."
"Shut up Ron. Or I'll scare you."
"Do you guys want to hear something more interesting?"
"It's not going to work." Paul said.
"Yes it will."
"Fine it didn't work, that cat of Hermione's ate the ear!" Fred complained.
"We'll be eating in the kitchen." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Harry Potter." A familiar voice said.
"Sirius." Paul walked quietly back up stairs to her room and pulled out a picture of her and Cedric from the Yule Ball.
"Paul?" Ron came into the room. "Come on, it's dinner time."
"I'm not hungry."
"Last time you said that you fainted from weakness."
"I am not weak and I did not faint, I fell asleep."
"Come on, or I'll get the twins."
"Shut up." She got up and walked into the dining room. She picked at her dinner and barely ate anything. Then everyone went up to bed and she fell asleep as soon as she touched her bed.
"What's wrong with Paul?" Harry asked Ron.
"She's been this way since the maze, she sleeps all the time, she doesn't eat, and she's looking at her picture of her and Cedric from the Yule Ball all the time. She's been depressed and it's getting worse every day. She even screams in her sleep and puts herself down. She's been going to Death Eater camps and burning them down. At the last on she was captured and beaten for information. They almost drowned her."
The next day Paul slept restlessly well Hermione tried to heal her back because Paul wouldn't let them if she was awake. She had half of the scars cleaned and bandaged when Paul started to wake up.
"No." she shot up and saw the room she was in. "Oh, it was a dream." She could feel the bandages. "Hermione."
"They were going to get infected. Cedric would have wanted you to be safe."
"Shut up, I'm fine." The a stabbing pain came at the wrong time and she cringed.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing, just, nothing."
"Really, you were talking, about Cedric."
"Stop saying his name."
"Sorry. Just let me finish cleaning your scars."
"Fine."
On the train Paul slept till she limply fell forward when the train stopped. Her cheeks flushed red when she fell on the floor of the trolley. When they started walking out Malfoy walked by.
"Hear the ministry is still letting you walk free, Potter. Better enjoy it well you can. I bet there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it."
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." That was all Paul could do she was so tired. She had become skinnier and weaker.
"You still moping over Diggory? I say it's good he's gone." Paul kicked the toe of her boot and a knife flew out of the heel and she went for Malfoy. Ron held her back.
"You watch out Malfoy. I'll get you." She closed the knife and put it back I her boot.
"Paul, you don't need to go humasidale on Malfoy for that, but give him a punch, like you always did." Ron said.
"I don't care, I just want to go to sleep."
"No, you have to eat. You practically haven't eaten all summer.
"I've lost my appetite." She walked a head for a few minutes till she was alone and she could have time to herself. Then she fell over her feet and fell on her hands and knees.
"Are you okay?" Seamus Finnigan asked as he ran over and helped her up.
"Yeah, just lost my footing." She pulled on her jacket so that her Bandages wouldn't be visible from under her tee shirt.
"You don't look so good."
"I'm fine, really. Thanks for helping me."
"You're welcome. I'll see you at the great hall."
"Yeah, bye." She started to walk to the carriages.
"Hi, guys." Said Neville. Harry, Hermione, and Ron had caught up with Paul.
"Hi." They all said. The next carriage came up and Harry and Paul turned to see something that looked like a boney, dead looking bird/horse.
"What the heck is pulling the carriage?" Paul said.
"It's pulling its self, like always." Hermione said.
"You're not going mad." Said a girl in the carriage. "I can see them too." The girl had long blonde hair that went to her waist and a far off dreaming sort of look. "Your just as sane as I am." They all got in the Carriage.
"Everyone this is," Paul covered Hermione's mouth.
"Luna Lovegood." She said for Hermione.
"Interesting necklace." Hermione said.
"it's a charm actually. Keeps away the nargals." She looked at her magazine. "hungry, hope there's pudding." The Carriage went on.
At the feast Paul sat awkwardly nibbling on a plate of spaghetti. She sat in between Harry, who was getting dirty looks, and Seamus, who was giving Harry dirty looks. All of this stuff about him lying about the dark lord made things a little harder.
"May I have your attention?" Dumbledore asked. "Now we will have two changes in staffing this year." Paul was chewing on a meatball and started to feel better than she had felt in weeks. "we also wish to greet our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Dolores Umbridge." A lady in pink sat at the end of the table. "And I'm sure you shall join me in wishing the good professor good luck." Paul spaced out and had the same vision she had in a previous year. her and Seamus were snogging on a bench and the new professor walked by and they flew to opposite sides of the bench.
"It means the ministry is interfering with Hogwarts." Paul gave Hermione a puzzled look. "You didn't hear what I said did you?"
"No, I was having a vision."
"What was it about?" Paul turned pink.
"Uh, Uh, it, um, I…" she looked at her plate.
"What?"
"Nothing."
When Harry entered the common room a hush fell over the students.
"Dean, Seamus, good holiday?" He asked Dean and Seamus.
"Alright, better then Seamus." Dean replied. Seamus threw his copy of the daily prophet on the table and stood up.
"me mom didn't want me to come back this year."
"Why not?"
"Let me see, eh, because of you. The daily prophet is sayin a lotta things about ya, Harry. And as Dumbledore as well."
"and your mom believes them?"
"well nobody was there the night Cedric died." Paul knew she shouldn't get up but she didn't want to hear them throw his name around like that. She stood up and ran up the stairs to the girl's dormitories. She buried her face into her pillow and fell asleep.
During class the next day Pavarati sent up an enchanted paper bird and it flew around the class.
"Catch it Seamus." Dean Martin said. Seamus went for it but only grazed it with his fingers. Then Crabbe shot it with his sling shot. I was just above Pavarati's desk when it singed and fell back to her desk.
"Good morning, children." Said professor Umbridge. "Ordinary Wizarding Level. O.W.L.s. more commonly known as owls. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and the consequences may be severe." She waved her wand and stacks of books moved off the front desk and on to the students. Each got one book. "Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly low. But you will be," Paul looked at her book.
"Dark Arts Defense, basics for beginners." She whispered.
"Excuse me, Ms. Harper, do you have anything to share with the class?"
"No, professor Umbridge. I'm sure, upon receiving their books, the rest of the class see what I have noticed."
"Oh?"
"We aren't beginners, we have been studying defense against the dark arts for five years now."
"Now, now, you don't want to lose points."
"What ever."
"Come meet me after class."
"What!"
Later that day Paul went to Umbridge's office and sat in the seat that she was offered.
"You will be writing lines for me today." Paul when to pull her quill out Umbridge stopped her. "With my special quill." Paul was handed a quill.
"What about ink?"
"It doesn't need it. Now write I will not complain about the material I am given in class."
"How many times?"
"As many as it takes for it to sink in." Paul started writing and wrote for an hour without noticing anything out of the ordinary. "You may go now." Paul got up and ran out of the classroom.
Paul entered the great hall and sat in between Harry and Seamus again. She started to eat a piece of chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy.
"Is it just me or have you gotten your appetite back?" Rona asked Paul. Paul reached to grab her cup of pumpkin juice when her sleeve slid down her arm and red scars that looked like writing went all the way down her arm.
"O h my," Paul looked at her arm.
"What happened to your arm?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know."
This is my longest chapter yet. I hope you review and tell me any mistakes I made, like if a misspelled a name.