Hello, and again, welcome to the Apeture Science computer-aided Enrichment Centre.
Okay not really.
I'm sorry it's been quite a while since I've posted this story.
But here's the second installment!
Thank all you lovely people for reviews.
Hopefully I'll have another part up soon, but I have so so so so much homework
I know it's short but I have more to write :)
'Harry?'
'Jesus, Harry... Are you asleep?'
'Mr Potter, are you dozing in my classroom?'
Harry lifted his head from the worn desk wearily to witness Professor Flitwick and the rest of the class (who looked half asleep anyway) staring back at him angrily.
'No professor'
'you should get more sleep, Mr Potter!'
'Yes professor'
Harry let out a silent groan stretching out his legs in a cat like fashion, how did he manage to fall asleep in lesson... again?
'Now!' Flitwick continued perkily, 'In two weeks time will be your Charms evaluation, this means studying!'
As expected groans could be heard throughout the room,
'Yes, and it seems you're not only having an evaluation in Charms but transfiguration, potions and defence against the dark arts...'
Another chorus of moans,
'So you better fit studying in there as well... I just thought it would be better to tell you in advance'
And of course more groans, 'Why's' and 'thanks professors' could be heard.
'How much studying to we have to do? Weren't the OWLs enough?' exclaimed Ron, in a hushed tone as they walked from the almost empty Charms classroom,
'Of course they weren't, Ronald. Plus you need your NEWTs to get a job... a proper job' Hermionie added, noticing Ron's hopeful expression,
'Any chance of some help then?' Ron practically begged,
'I can help you study but it's not like I can sit your tests for you. So you better work hard!'
'Fine... Thank you, Hermionie'
Hermionie smiled pleased with her little deal before turning to Harry,
'And I suppose you'll be wanting help too?'
'A...ctually, He mumbled in reply, distracted by the passing Draco Malfoy rushing to the seventh floor and vanishing behind the door, 'I think I'll be alright studying myself' he admitted, his eyes still fixed on the entrance to the seventh floor even though Draco had already vanished behind it,
'whatever you say, mate. I don't know how I'll get through this year without Hermionie' Ron said with a chuckle; cautiously glancing up at the door.
'Flobberworm mucus' (Okay... so I couldn't think of anything else for the password)
The portrait door swung open and Harry managed to tear his eyes away from the seventh floor.
The common room was just how Harry remembered it, cosy, comfortable, safe. It was more like home to Harry than anywhere else in the whole castle. Taking the usual fireside seat, Harry closed his eyes and contemplated for a moment. He would give anything to be called up to the old headmaster's office right now. Dumbledore's office to be precise. To see the old wizard staring back at him softly with a twinkle in his eye shining through the half moon spectacles adorning his aged face.
Now the war was over Harry was going to have to feel the grief of the loved ones he lost in the battle. The ones he was too late to save.
'Harry, are you asleep? Wake up!'
Harry opened his eyes to see Hermionie staring back at him in the now darkened common room,
'Professor Flitwick was right, you need more sleep'
Harry yawned in response,
'Go to bed, Harry!' Hermionie chuckled leading the drowsy Harry to the boy's dormitory.
Hoping it wasn't too late Harry shrunk down into his bed and (despite Ron's incessant snoring), fell asleep.