Chapter 26: You're Joking
"You're joking." I said, having just heard Hermione whisper to me the events that went on just two nights before involving Sirius Black, who turned out to be an innocent man and Harry's godfather. "Shhhhh." Hermione said to me, telling me that no one could know.
At this point, Harry and Ron spotted us. "What are you doing, Hermione?" said Ron angrily. "You're not telling Ami about our top-secret adventures again, are you?"
"Oh don't worry, Ronald, Ami can know. And besides, I thought her aunt might want to know."
Ron huffed angrily, but Harry said, "I guess you're right about that. Ami, there's something you should know about your aunt Tara."
"And what would that be?" I eyed him.
"Well, when I was talking with Sirius before he left, he...errr… mentioned that he knew your aunt as well. He uhh said that they were going to be married just before he was sent to Azkaban."
My eyes grew wide. What?! How could she not tell me something like this? Why would she-… Wait. Tara had mentioned that she was engaged once. But it had ended.
I realized my three friends were now staring at me. I sighed. "Thanks for telling me Harry. I'll have to tell her that he is –err- innocent." I left them awkwardly and subconsciously started searching for Fred and George. When I finally saw them by the lake from the window, I stopped myself. What was I supposed to tell them? Hermione made me promise not to tell anyone the truth about Black, not until the time was right. I gritted my teeth in frustration and blew the strand of hair out of my face. I really wanted to tell someone about what I just heard.
We would be leaving Hogwarts in just a few days, so I settled with waiting for when I saw Tara again before I said anything.
I stepped down the hallway to meet the twins outside. I began to slow my gait when I felt an eerie feeling that someone was watching me. I glanced to my left and to my right-and noticed a tall boy looking at me, leaning against the wall casually. He wore a Ravenclaw tie.
"Do you need something?" I asked crossly.
"Nothing. Just enjoying the view." He said, raising a sly eyebrow at me.
I scowled and stomped off quickly. Boys…
But the Ravenclaw boy was just one of many. The more I walked, the more I noticed the stares, the winks, the "Hey"s. I wondered why this was all of a sudden happening. I was exactly the same-same hair, same clothes, same face. Why now?
I finally reached my destination, and practically sprinted to Fred and George.
I breathed heavily as I stopped and fell down next to them. "Hey, long time no see." George commented. I rolled my eyes, "I've been busy." What George had said was true- the three of us hadn't spoken much since the Quidditch game. This was mostly due to finals, but it still felt odd.
"We thought you had forgotten about us." Said Fred, as I leaned my head against him, and he played with my hair.
"Worried, Weasley? Maybe I was spending time with my cooler, more important friends." I said teasingly.
"Well, if that's the case, then I guess we'll take our cooler, more important friends with us to the Quidditch World Cup." Fred said, looking down at me. I jumped up quickly, turning my body to face him, "You're joking!" I said for the second time that day.
"Not at all, my dear Miss Coy," Fred stated. "We found out this morning that Dad got tickets." George said.
"And there may or may not be one for you." Fred said casually. I screamed, sounding much more like a little girl than I intended to, and pulled them both in a tight hug. We were going to the Quidditch World Cup.
They laughed as I fell and pulled them both to the ground. We all sat on the grass, fantasizing about what would be the greatest day ever.