The death of Albus Dumbledore had taken everyone by suprise. Harry hid it well but I knew he was hurting too.
He seemed to have a new aura around him. I wonder if it was only me who saw it but in the days following our headmaster's death he draw into himself and seemed to burden himself with guilt and responsibility.
I tried to comfort him but it was in vain, he only spoke to Ron and Hermione and didn't leave the guys dormitory except for lessons.
The school seemed to come under a mist of misery. The teachers tried to keep things normal but nobody was fooled.
Me? Well I had never been close to Headmaster Dumbledore but I too felt his loss. Not as much as those close to him such as Harry but he had always been kind to me when we crossed paths.
I shed my tears for him and continued with life.
Mum and Dad sent letters to Ron, Harry and Hermione checking how they were coping, and similar letters came from Lupin and Tonks, Bill and Fleur and Mad-eye.
Laughter was few in those days and if any it was over quickly. Everyone acted sad, except the Slytherins.
Crabbe and Goyle quickly found someone new to flank; Blaise Zambini, the tall, dark-haired, handsom Chaser.
Slughorn took over Proffesor Snape's position of Potion's Master and Proffesor Mgonagal took her place as Headmistress.
Things were going to be okay. The world would keep turning and all wounds healed with time.
I glanced at Harry across the Grythindor table. Almost all wounds.
I sighed and pushed my plate of untouched toast away and made to get up. Neville immediatly stood with me but I waved him down.
"I'm just going to the Library." I assured him and hurried away before he could insist on accomping me.
I hadn't been lying I really was planning on going to the library but as I walked up the marble staircase and passed a sober looking Headless Nick, who waved half-heartedly at me, I changed my pathway up to the seventh-floor.
The corridor seemed deserted, although on closer inspection I noticed a pair of fithyears snogging in an anclove. Gross.
I headed straight for the blank space of wall that stood opposite the statue of Beseric the Barmy teaching trolls to tapdance.
A rather stupid venture some thought, I appluded him for stepping over the line of the laughable to the possible.
Beginging the seemingly innocent walk back and forth in front of the blank wall, I closed my eyes thinking, "I want to find somewhere peacful."
The grand oak door materialised in front of me when I opened my eyes. Sliping inside soundlessly and closing it behind me, I gasped at the beauty of the place.
Wisps of fluffy white mist circled my ankles and a gentle light came from a little table lamp sitting on a side table next to a big couch.
As if someone had put music on as a background I could hear waves lapping on an endless shore and the russel of wind in leaves.
I sighed contently, flopping onto the couch and tucking my legs underneath myself before pulling out my potions book and beginging to read.
Potions was one of my favourite subjects even with Proffessor Snapes teaching. I loved the way the smoke of a freshly brewing potion would enveil me with it's unique fraqurence and the endless possibilities it held.
I had a similar feeling for Transfiguration and charms, nomatter how many spells you learnt or invented there was always more waiting to be found.
"Like me." I murmered to myself, "waiting to be found." Like a diamond, I was ready to shine in just the right light.
And the one whose light I wanted wasn't interested in me. He was more interested in sleeping with my ho-ish best friend who wore so much makeup you could scrape it off with a shovel and whose skirt was so far up her butt that-
I stopped my mini tirade. I'd heard myself say too many times before. Luna was my best-friend, we used to be inseprable, we liked all the same things, thought alike.
And I know it makes me sound possesive but we were just like that. Until she decided that she liked Harry and that my feelings for him were childish and to be discarded like trash.
I sighed a breath of ocean breaze and closed my book. Thinking about Luna and Harry stressed me out too much for even potions to dispell.
Harry didn't even talk me any more, it was like Luna had caught him in a sticky web. I snorted, the only web she had to cast was the one between her legs.
I instantly felt guilty for thinking of my friends in such a way. Sure they had totally disregarded my feelings and abandoned me at this time when everyone should stick together, but I was fifteen and I could look after myself.
I quit my pep talk and gathered up my bag and book and left the room of requirement in time for first period.
At the doorway to Proffesor Mgonagal's classroom I reached out for the door-handle only to have it opened before my hand touched it to reveal a harrased looking Mgonagal.
"Ah, Miss Weasley I'm glad you are here. Come along with me." and without waiting she propelled me by my shoulders back down the corridor and along to her office.
I let myself pause inside her sparsly decorated room and turned to her asking, "where am I going?"
She stopped busying herslef with the flour pot next to the fire-place, gave me a sad look and said, "I'm taking you to the Burrow for the reading of Proffesor Dumbledore's Last Will and Testement."
"Whoa, why do I have to go?" I said startled.
Mgonagal smiled sadly, "Why else? Professor Dumbledore left you something."
