Okay, so I woke up this morning, and I looked in the mirror. Guess what? I'm not J.K Rowling! :O Yeah, so I guess I don't own Harry Potter...
I spent much of my time in the dorms after the incident with Neville. I wanted things to cool off before I talked to him about it. People knew things were up, but I denied everything, and I presumed that Neville was doing the same, because nothing ever came back to me that could have been something he said.
The same continued in class. He did try to talk to me about it at first, but... he realised that it was neither the time, nor the place to talk, so he stopped. I thought that I would have a clearer head after Christmas, so I decided to talk with him then. I just... casually forgot to tell him that.
But Kitty definitely knew that something was up. She made a point of constantly meowing at me, and trying to guide me out to the common room, or to wherever she thought that Neville was. She was definitely cleverer than I gave her credit for.
But thankfully, that did not last for long, because I soon went home for Christmas.
It felt funny to be calling The Burrow my home, but, at the same time it felt right. Even though I had a room there before, which I still did, it felt like more of a temporary arrangement, which Molly agreed with. So, even though money was going to be very tight for them, tighter than usual, in fact, but it was sort of important. Besides, it was another girl properly living in the house with them, something which I was sure Molly loved the idea of.
But, things were different since I had first met the Weasley family, of course. I had quickly gone from calling Molly Mrs Weasley to calling her Molly, but I was just unsure of what to call her anymore... the same went for Arthur. After all, they had adopted me, so I didn't know if I should have started calling the two of them Mum and Dad or just to continue with Molly and Arthur. I was completely lost about that aspect. And it wasn't exactly the sort of thing you go asking, so I just decided to avoid calling them anything. It was really all that I could think of doing.
When the Hogwarts Express got back to Kings' Cross, I was both nervous and excited to see Molly and Arthur again. Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the same compartment as me, and Fred, George, and Percy were elsewhere on the train. Luna was staying at Hogwarts for the holidays, and I was a little disappointed, I wanted her to come, but I still understood that she had creatures to take care of in the school. Chris wasn't coming either, and I wasn't surprised. She had barely been involved with me at all; in fact, I had barely spoken to her since I had moved up a year. It half killed me to do so, because she had used to be such a big part of my life, and now she was just completely absent from it. It seemed as if she would rather spend all of her time with Draco and all of her other Slytherin friends.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny were first out of the compartment, whilst Hermione decided to come out with me.
"Are you okay?" She asked, pulling me out of a deep thought.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"Come on, then, I'm sure Mr and Mrs Weasley really do want to see you before the train goes back to school, or... wherever it goes."
I nodded, and grabbed Kitty's animal carrier, and Quinn's cage, and walked out of the compartment. Out of the window, I could see Harry getting a hug from Molly. She loved him like her own son, and I honestly thought that if he had grown up with her for a guardian, other than his stupid aunt and uncle, he would have been much better off. Then again, he wouldn't be the same person we knew and loved, would he?
I got off the train just a few seconds after Hermione, and I was quickly enveloped into a big hug.
"I've missed you..." I said.
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