American Pie

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor American Pie

Dedicated to my hall mates

Seven years. That's how long we had to live with each other. Deal with all the drama and emerge better people. (Tri-Wizard Cup anyone?) But really we were more than that. We were practically family. Friends for as long as we could remember each other. (And trust me that's a long time if you're a wizard)

Really, what else do you expect? You dump a bunch of magical kids in a dorm and say here now you all have to live with each other. Don't hex each other. You have to go to classes together and put up with each other, because you are stuck here. Deal with it. (Oh and if you don't you might get hexed by another house. That's some motivation.)

In all honesty, because we didn't know each other, we dropped barriers we didn't know we had. And with all of that false masks gone, we got used to each other. (If you got to know him, Malfoy wasn't that bad a bloke.) All of our different quirks, and everything. You had to look at stuff from different angles, because we had different opinions and came from different backgrounds. (Soccer or Quidditch, which is better?)

Some of us back home were probably really popular and others of us, well weren't. You had to ignore that. Because in the end even if we'd been there before you were still nervous. The one thing we all had in common was that we earned where we were. (Yeah we all were magical.) We all were united in a way. You could relate with one person about something that you can't relate with another person. But that was a good thing. You never got tired with a subject.

But all good things must come to an end. And that's where we stand now. We were all really sad to leave. We all would have taken 10 of Snape's worst detentions to stay just for a couple of weeks. Actually I'm quite sure we would have taken the N.E.W.T.S. again for the chance to stay one more month. Then again, give us a month and we'd probably ask for it to be two and then three. And before you'd know it we'd be asking for a year. But the Wizarding World is small so you'll probably meet up again. Well at least that's what we hoped. Who knows where we'd meet again. Maybe I'd see you at the World Cup Finals for Quidditch or I'd see you at the Ministry of Magic. Who knows? And well that's just life.

Besides if there's a reunion, you can be sure I'll be there.

Harry Potter, out.