On the last night of term I attended the end of term feast. I was really sad at the end of term feast, I really didn't want to leave Hogwarts for three whole months I would miss it too much. I slowly ate my food wanting to make the rest of my time at Hogwarts last as long as possible. My friends were sitting next to me being there usually silly selves making me laugh and taking my mind off leaving.

The house cup winner was announced at the feast; it was Hufflepuff which was no surprise since they've been raking in points all year. Ravenclaw came in second missing out on first by about 150 points; Abby blamed the Ravenclaw quidditch team for being crappy. Slytherin came in third and Gryffindor came in last probably because of the amount of points lost my James and Fred throughout the year.

After the feast Abby, Jane and I took the long way to Ravenclaw tower barely making curfew. Then we spent most of the night awake in our dorm eating all sorts of sweets discussing everything that happened this year Angela and Violet even joined in adding a few of their own stories.

The next morning I was with my friends in our dorm we were double checking we had packed everything before we went down to breakfast.

"I've given up on looking for things." Said Abby exasperated as she locked her trunk closed.

"What do you mean, Abby?" asked Jane counting her books in her trunk.

"I can't find more than half of my clothes." Said Abby. "I mean I lost some during the year, but not this much."

"Do you think people are taking your clothes?" I asked amused.

"I suspect it's either Peeves or Professor Crepsely, he been giving me the evil eye lately or the spirit of Lord Voldemort."

"Why would the spirit of Lord Voldemort been stealing your clothes." I asked laughing. "Wouldn't he be a bit preoccupied with taking over the ministry or going after Uncle Harry again?"

"Ugh, can we not launch into a conversation about the spirit of Lord Voldemort stealing Abby's clothes." Said Jane amused. "It's kind of creepy."

After we finished checking our trunks we went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. After that we went to the station to take the Hogwarts express back to London. On the way to the train we approached by various classmates wanting to say goodbye and have a nice summer to us. When we finally reached the train and were travelling back to London we made plans to visit each other and write tons.

I hugged them goodbyes when we hopped off the train and went to find my family who were waiting for me next to Potters.


Two weeks into the summer holidays was my birthday (Yay!) and for my birthday my mom took me to Diagon Alley to pick out a present. What I wanted more than anything in the world for my birthday is a pet that I can take with me to Hogwarts and have some awesome adventures with. So I asked my mom could I get one.

"Well you're twelve now and responsible." Said my mom after a moment of consideration. "Yes."

"Thank you, thank you mom!" I said jumping up and down.

I felt like I was going to burst with excitement as we headed towards the Magical Menageries.

"What animal are you going to get, Rose?" asked Mom.

"Maybe an owl or a cat which ever cuter." I said excitably. "Definitely not a toad or a one of those orange snails."

When I walked into the store I was slightly taken back. The shop was packed to the ceiling with animals in cages and it was uncomfortably cramped. My ears filled with all kinds of noises coming from the cages. I walked over to the cages looking at cats of all different colours. I gaped at a jewel encrusted turtle next to the cats I was looking at.

"Mrs Weasley." Greeted the shop keeper almost tripping over a cage in her rush to get over to mom. "Good day. How may I help you?"

Mom smiled politely at the women. "My daughter is looking owl or cat."

"We have a new section of Persian kittens over here." She said pointing to a cage with tiny white balls of fur.

I went over to the tiny kittens in a cage near the top, awwwing at them. I stoked one with my index finger through one of the gaps in the cage, blown away it's softness.

"And we have some very popular owls." Said the shop keeper pointing to a few stern falcon faced owls in cages at the other side of the room.

I really liked the Persian kittens, just looking at them made my heart melt, but they didn't feel like the one for me. Suddenly a loud scratching came from below me. I looked down to see in the bottom cage about four cages under the Persian's was a black furry thing scratching loudly at it cage.

I kneeled down to get a better look at it. It took me a couple of seconds to realise that it was a cat I was looking at, not just a black ball of fur with orange eyes. The cat stopped scratching when I came face to face with it, it let out aloud meow. The black cat with orange eyes was unlike all the other cats in the shop, it had over grown black fur and a long tail, it's eyes were a striking orange and it mouth looked like it was curved into a permanent small smile.

When I put my finger through one of the gaps in the cage the cat immediately shoved it head towards me brushing off my finger trying to make me pet it. I my smile widen as I touched its warm soft black furry head.

"This is the one." I said happily.

The shop keeper seemed surprised by my pick. "His names Pumpkin and he got a bit of everything in him. He either three or two, I not sure which, but he's been here for a while."

The shop keeper lowered herself to the unlocking the cage with the tap of her wand. When the cage door swung open Pumpkin left the cage before the shop keeper could grab him. He came over to me purring wanting me to pet him more.

The shop keeper stood up giving me a smile. "Pumpkin usually a right grump to people, he never really takes to people like that."

"He gorgeous." I said gently picking him up in my arms standing up. "Isn't he mom?"

Mom came over and gave a pat on the head which Pumpkin allowed. "He is. How much is he?" mom directed that last part to the shop keeper.

"For you Mrs Weasley he's free." Said the shop keeper looking up mom in awe. "After all you did save the wizarding."

"No, I insist." Said mom.

It went back and forward like this for a minute. I was used to this sort of thing. Being part of the Weasley Potter family this always happened, everyone wanted to give us stuff for free which was embarrassing most of the time, but mom always insisted on paying for things. She deemed getting stuff for free because of something she did years ago unfair, but dad could bend both ways on that subject.

In the end mom got her way and payed 9 gallons for Pumpkin as well as a cat carrier, some cats treats and food.

Pumpkin clearly did not want to be put in a cat carrier, I didn't want to put him there anyway I wanted to carry him even though he was really heavy, so I did.

"Let's show your dad." Said mom walking towards Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes at the top of Diagon Alley.

Dad had to work today, help Uncle George with a new stock that was coming in since he was co- manager.

"Hello, hello, Hermione and Rose." Called out Uncle George when he saw us entering the store.

The store was packed with people as usual and the shop assistants were struggling to keep up with the masses. Uncle George was on top of a high staircase looking down on it all with a grin on his face. He climbed down the stairs to meet us.

"And who is this beast?" said Uncle George when he reached us inspecting Pumpkin.

"This is Pumpkin." I said. "And he's a cat not beast."

"Rose, got him for her birthday." Said mom.

Uncle George reached into his dragon-skinned coat producing a pair of tweezers. Mom and I shared looks of confusion. He quickly used the tweezers to puck a hair for Pumpkin causing Pumpkin to hiss and extended his claws toward Uncle George.

Uncle George simply smiled at Pumpkin as he dropped the hair into an empty vial from his pocket.

"Why did you just take one Pumpkin's hairs?" asked mom confused.

"I think this beast is the thing I'm looking for, for my new feisty line for the new skiving snack boxes. I'm taking it to a whole new level. Or I'll just add the hair to the dna of pygmy puff and see what happens that's always fun."

Mom shook her head disapprovingly. "Do you take hair from random cats and add it to things all the time for fun."

"No of course not, Hermione." Said Uncle George amused. "Sometimes I take hair from random witches."

Before mom could response to that dad came towards us.

"What did you get, Rosie?" asked dad staring at the bundle in my arms. Pumpkin eyes seem to be trying to stare at everything at once making him look cross eyed.

"This Pumpkin." I said smiling at the cat in my arms.

"And he's?"

"A cat." I said not really understanding why everyone couldn't see that.

"Well he's better looking than Crookshanks." Dad observed.

"Ron." Said mom.

I suddenly spotted not too far in the store a familiar head of dirty blonde hair tied back into a French braid looking at the various quills in the quills section.

"Jane!" I called out almost dropping Pumpkin when I tried to wave.

"Rose!" Jane called back waving back.

"I'm going to go over to, Jane." I told my mom making my way over to her with Pumpkin in my arms.

"Hi Rose." Said Jane. "And who's this cutie?"

Pumpkin head perked up to Jane clearly enjoying the positive attention. He let her stoke his head.

"This Pumpkin." I said happily. "I just got him for my birthday."

"You never told me it was you're birthday?" said Jane. "I would've got you something."

"I forgot, I don't want you making a fuss anyway." I said.

"But you got me something for mine, Rose. It's only fair."

Earlier in the year, Jane's birthday was in the second term at Hogwarts. I had got her a pretty homework planner with a matching quill. Her parents sent a small cake and we had a mini party down by the Black Lake it was fun, Hagrid even spent her some rock cakes which put out of sight and not eaten.

"He has such pretty eyes." Jane admired Pumpkin's eyes.

"Yeah, they're like mini jack-o-lanterns." I said.

"What's that?" said a familiar evil voice.

The familiar evil wasn't Malfoy (thankfully), it was Percilla Goyle. We turned to see Goyle who was in the year above us with her usual gang of girls.

Goyle had way too much make up on her face that was starting to smear. Her size was imitating but Jane and I stood tall.

"Excuse me? Were you talking to us?" asked Jane calmly.

"No Temple, I was just talking to Weasel." Sneered Goyle her conies laughing had the names.

I winced no one had ever called me that not even Malfoy. Actually I am quite surprise he didn't think of it first, but I silently prayed that he wouldn't start calling me that either.

"You mean me, Doyly." I asked biting back the urge to laugh at her face when she heard my new name for her. "It's pronounced Weas-le-y."

Jane couldn't control her laughter. It took a second for Goyle to recompose herself resetting her eyes on Pumpkin. I felt Pumpkin stiffen in my arms.

"What is that, Weasel?" said Goyle smirking I could feel the insults coming. "I would say it was the ugliest thing in the room, but you're here."

At that Pumpkin leaped out of my arms with a large amount of strength and attacked Goyle leaving me no time to retort. Jane and I stood dumbfounded as we watched Pumpkin dig his claws into Goyle's face refusing to let go with one paw and scratching her face with other.

Goyle shrieked desperately trying to get Pumpkin off her face. Pumpkin was hissing loudly at her. Everyone in the store stopped what they were doing to watch Goyle stagger backward and falling into a display of pointy quills bringing down several other shelves with her as well. Her gang of mean girls could only gasp.

"Where Abby's camera when you need it?" asked Jane astounded.

I could only nod. Pumpkin jumped off Goyle's face deciding that he had enough leaving her in lying on the ground. Pumpkin swaggered towards me wanting to be picked up again. I slowly picked him up.

Uncle George came over he was clearly holding back a laugh. "You, you, you out."

He said pointing to the Slytherin girls. Goyle's cronies struggled to help Goyle to her feet. Her face was scratched and bleeding. She shot me a look as she was led by her cronies out of the store.

I found myself absence mindedly petting Pumpkin. Who clearly was proud of his work.

"Are you girls okay?" said mom hurrying towards us followed by dad.

The loud noises and the chatter returned to the store.

"Yes, mom." I answered as she stroked my hair.

"And you must be Jane." Said mom smiling at Jane.

"Yes, Mrs Weasley." Said Jane politely.

"Oh please, call me Hermione." Said mom.

"Sure, Hermione." Said Jane still politely.

Dad came out from behind mom. "Wow, that cat is an animal!"

"That's because it is an animal, Ronny." Said Uncle George. "Who was that anyway?"

"Percilla Goyle." I said. "A Slytherin in the year above."

"She's horrible." Said Jane pure hatred in her voice. "She had the nerve to call Rose a weasel and ugly when she's the one ugly."

"You're beautiful, Rose." Said mom softly gripping my shoulder.

"Weasel," spat dad slightly amused. "You'd think they would be more original."

"She's the image of her dit-witted gorilla father." Said Uncle George. "I hoped you brought right back her. Gargoyle was always my favourite."

"I called her Doyly." I said Jane laughing next to me.

"Why didn't I think of that." Said Uncle George scratching his head.

"Jane!" called a shrilly witch with a beaky nose that faintly resembled Jane. "Time to now, darling."
"That's my mom." Said Jane trying to hug me goodbye without squashing Pumpkin. "I'll write, Rose. Bye everyone."

"Bye, Jane." I said.

"You can come over to ours anytime you like." Mom said.

"Thanks, Hermione." Said Jane smiling walking over to her mother who was not too far away.

I could hear her mom shrilly voice saying. "Were you just talking to Ron and Hermione Weasley?"

"Yes, mom." Said Jane not really caring.

"Was that Rose? Rose Weasley?" she asked excitedly. "You're friends with her."

I felt colour fill my face.

Jane nodded.

"I thought you were making it up." Said her mom as they left the store.

"Come on, Rose." My mom said. "Let's go home I think we had enough excitement for today."

"Yeah, you should." Said dad amused. "Before that beast attacks anyone else."