"Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, intricately fair minded, and more importantly a fierce fierce friend. I think therefore you have the right know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this, but not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, beat as one. In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric will not have died in vain, remember that. And we'll celebrate boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end."

I found it impossible not to cry, especially with Melanie, Cedric's date to the Yule Ball, bawling incessantly beside me. I had known Cedric. He was a great guy, and his father a great man. They were close with the Weasleys, and I had realized that even though we hadn't spoken much, Cedric was closer to my heart that I had thought. Cedric's death brought forth emotions that I had hidden for a long time. It reminded me of my mother's death. It haunted me, for it was so close to being Harry that Dumbledore spoke of. And it pained me, because I knew that this was not the last death to come.

As students bid each other farewell and prepared to board the Hogwarts Express back to London, I boarded the train only after hugging Melanie and Adrienne. I walked down the narrow aisle, wondering what kind of welcome I would receive from Karen when I came home. I passed many compartments, but only stopped at one.

"Can I sit with you?" I asked, facing three redheads, a boy with a scar, and a girl smiling empathetically up at me.

"Of course-"

"-you can sit with us" the twins grinned, excited for my presence. I sat between them, and looked over at Hermione.

"What's that you've got there?" I asked, motioning to a jar at her feet, keeping a beetle prisoner.

"This," she held it up proudly, "is Rita Skeeter"

"What?" Ron seemed to think she'd gone mental. I didn't, however. If Sirius could turn into a dog, why couldn't Rita Skeeter turn into a beetle?

"She's an unregistered Animagus. That's how she's been going around collecting information for her untruthful articles"

I felt anger boil at the mention of Rita Skeeter, especially since she was right before me. Unfortunately, there wasn't much I could do now other than squish her, and I would surely go to hell for that.

Just then, Malfoy and his cronies slid open the door, and I found that we were all glaring up at him.

"You've picked the losing side, Potter, because Voldemort will triumph," he smirked, his ego dangerously high. So high, in fact, that he'd just put his life in danger by stepping into the compartment.

"Leave. Now." I stood, pointing my wand at his face. I saw fear in his eyes, but he wasn't quite convinced.

I didn't even have to mutter a spell, for soon they were spinning past me, hexing and cursing Malfoy and his goons. I grinned, laughing at Malfoy's face when large red boils sprouted all over it. They stumbled and crawled- whatever they had to in order to get out of the line of fire and back to their compartment. I laughed and shut the door behind me, turning to take my seat between the twins.

"That was brilliant," I grinned as we laughed together, making fun of Malfoy nearly the whole ride.

When we got off the train, we all said our goodbyes to each other.

"Jenny! Jenny!" Mrs. Weasley scuttled after me. I stopped and turned, wondered why she was in such a hurry. Had I forgotten something?

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley?"

"I was just notified that Karen has moved, and that you are to stay with us for a bit"

"Oh… okay," I followed her. I wondered, why is it that we were always moving? With my mom we moved every year or so, and it would always be to the most random places. This would be the fourth time Karen would have moved. I waved at Hermione, who I had been walking with only moments ago. She waved back, having heard what Mrs. Weasley said, and went to meet with her parents on the muggle side of the station. I followed her back to the rest of the Weasleys. Ron greeted me merrily, Ginny beamed up at me, and the twins had loads of fun teasing me on the way to the car.

I had a feeling it was going to be a great summer.

Thank you to everyone who read my story! Don't worry, it's not over- actually, it's just beginning. I'm already writing more, and I'll post more in a few days. I want to get a jumpstart on their fifth year before I begin posting it. Sorry for any spelling mistakes in the last chapter, I often write at night and don't work very well when I'm tired. If anyone's interested, I have a blog here:

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