Honestly, any idiots who think I own Harry Potter think that I'm heartless for letting a Weasley twin die...

I wake up with a body next to me and start to mentally freak out. Last time this happened was two weeks after the war and there as a passed out George Weasley next to me. It was a one night stand and we never talked about it. It wasn't exactly a new experience for me but it was weird waking up with a Weasley next to you. Maybe that's how Hermione feels every morning. With that thought, I take a peek at the person next to me. I gave a sigh of relief as I saw a familiar mess at black hair. All of the memories of yesterday come barging back into my mind. I slowly set him down of the pillow next me a climb out of bed. Of course, as he was trained like an auror he was up at the sudden movement and groaned. We got ready and me and Harry sat on the sofa.

"Hey Harry?" I asked tentatively

"Yes maira?" he said while ting his body to look at me.

"Can I practice a spell on you?" I ask hesitantly. He looks at me suspiciously but nods anyway. I take a deep breath and mutter "verumamareproiectura". All of a sudden my necklace burns, and I know that the spell worked. (Translate this to English) The necklace works in funny ways. Only the true love of the eldest Potter can wear it. It can do wonderful things. In some cases, it can take you to where your love is. In others, it just burns and can be used as a memory book. Harry sees the necklace and smiles.

"You still wear that?" he asks as if he's afraid he will hurt my feelings. I scoff.

"Of course I still wear it you idiot. It's the only thing that kept me more sane than Neville's parents." I say fondly remembering the day he gave it to me. It was Christmas of my fifth year (Or his sixth.) He was so excited to see me open it. I still never take it off.

"How is Neville?" he asked. Neville and Harry had gotten closer over the last two years before he...died...

"He's doing well. I normally visit his parents on my summer breaks. I talk to them to hours about how much he's grown. I still can't remember seeing him as the little pudgy boy who everyone made fun of in my first year. It's bizarre." I say and smile at how close that I've got to Neville.

"Blimey! We're gonna be late for the book-reading!" Harry exclaimed after a few minutes. We immediately scrambled out of our seats. I transfigured a cup on the table into a hairbrush, grabbed it, and brushed my hair heading out the door. Harry was already at the middle of the hallway, and I had to run to catch up with him. I got my hair brushed and we ran down the crowded hallway, receiving stares from almost everyone as we pushed our way past the Slytherins.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" one of them shouts and it sounds so much like Draco's that I stop for a moment.

"Oh Shut up!" I yell over my shoulder and hear laughter coming from most of the hallway. It most likely was Lucius Malfoy, but she didn't pay much attention to the voice as she kept running. Soon I arrived at the headmaster's office and Harry and I walked in to find everyone staring at something on the floor. Me and Harry shared a quick glance. I rushed over to the figure on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. As I get closer,the man looks up at me and I find myself staring at the figure of...

Oooooooh who's that? CLIFFY! ;) I still wonder why I'm in Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff when I should be in Slytherin... Anyways, Who do you think she found?