I am so sorry for anybody out there but I couldn't start any chapters yesterday since I just wrote 2 chapters for a new Harry Potter W.I.T.C.H. fic so I had no time. It's only got three reviews last time I checked. Hint, hint.
Um, yeah okay. I have no idea what I'm doing. Just to give everyone a warning here incase whatever I write next turns out really weird. Oh and Beth? Just curious, how old are you?
Chapter Fourteen Uninteresting Wills
One problem I have detected in the Hogwarts curriculum is that they have trouble keeping us, the students, from falling into the arms of boredom. There are always clubs but I'm not interested in gobstones and quiditch is not an option. What else is there to do? The library is becoming increasingly boring. There is only so much you can learn despite what people think. I have learned most of what there is to learn if I do say so myself. Now, I'm waiting for Harry to finish quiditch practice so we can finally see Minerva for Dumbledore's will. It's been weeks. I've been better about spreading my homework out. It is very important that I keep from going out on the quiditch fields again, especially after that last…incident.
"Harry!" I call as I watch him come out of the changing room, broom in hand. See? I can control it. What happened a month ago was a one-time thing. Never again will I go on a broom. Until the end of the school year, that is. I've been holding out for quite a while.
"We cannot hold out for much longer," I tell him sternly. "I know you don't want to face reality when it comes to Dumbledore's death but you might as well get it over with."
"Okay, already!" Harry laughs. "Anything to stop your nagging. Great work, guys, as usual! Same time next Wednesday." It's like he already knows me so well. I have been letting him in some of my memories.Just not the important ones about my social life and the Order.
We go inside. It's not even Halloween yet but it's getting quite cold so I'm grateful for the warmth of the great indoors. Once Harry's broom is put away, we head towards to Head's office. Harry glances at me.
"You don't happen to know the password, do you?"
"I don't think I have to," I reply. I had told Minerva in advance the exact time we'd be there. I like to be punctual.
We can hear footsteps as that unsightly gargoyle sprang to life and leapt aside. "Potter…s," Minerva says briskly. "Come in."
Harry looks at me oddly and shakes his head slightly. I do like to be organized! Minerva beckons us in.
"Now, I know the death of Dumbledore has shaken us all greatly, he died childless with only one brother who was barely mentioned in his will."
"Brother?" Harry scrunches up his face as if he was trying to remember something.
"You mean Aberforth?" I ask. I know him. He owns the Hog's Head. He's a little eccentric but a wonderful bearer of news. Despite it's dusty appearance, the Hog's Head had quite a lot of customers. I never figured out why.
Yes." Minerva nods. "Aberforth. Only a small share of what he owned, which was still a fair bit, was left to Aberforth, no doubt only out of politeness. The rest, including his several houses, a few antiques and prized possessions, (the ones that were found, that is) and an enormous amount of gold, is left to the pair of you." I flinch slightly at her remark and remembered the pensieve, still hidden under my bed.
I can feel Harry tuning out and I sympathize with him. This is becoming rather uninteresting. So we get more gold in our Gringotts bank. I always knew I'd get to keep the house I lived in, and as for the others, well, I know Dumbledore. He probably has a dozen hideouts dotted all over the world. It would be useful though once I list where he has them all so I can stop by them someday and reshape them a little. Now I know what I'm going to be doing for Christmas. Sorry, Olivia. My trip back will have to wait.
Minerva drones on for a while even though neither of us are listening. Then she thrusts something into Harry's hands and tells us we may leave. Harry gets up groggily and slowly examines the scroll in his hand inquiringly.
We head out, not really saying much until we get into the common room. "There they are! I knew they were doing something good!" Ron cries. How do they manage awake? Minerva must have been talking for a really long time since the common room is empty except for us.
"What were you doing?" Hermione asks.
"Just listening to some incredibly boring stuff about Dumbledore's will," Harry replies. He sinks into an armchair and sighs.
"Oh," Ron says. "So they've found it, then?"
"What do you mean?" Harry says quickly.
"Dumbledore was hiding it?" I ask. That was what it sounded like. Was he afraid that someone might take it? And to think I was under the impression I can no longer write about him in my rapidly growing file. It seems that now that he's dead, some of his secrets are being unearthed.
Oooh. Come on, that's interesting! I'm trying!!!! Okay, I don't wanna sound whiny…REVIEW!!!!!! That's not whiny, that's forceful. Sorry it's so short but I need to do my homework and write a chapter for my new story, not necessarily in that order………