Harry Potter is the strongest person I know. When we returned to school on
January 6 he immediately fell into the comfort of routine. Not to say that
there weren't bad days. We both had bad days and good days. Days where we
laughed and days where we could not get out of bed in the morning. I'm
using we again. Harry seemed to take the placeāno that's not right not
take the place but at least fill the void that was left inside me. I could
see why they fell in love with each other so quickly. Alex and Harry were
so alike. Those who knew Alex walked around the both of us as if on
eggshells; they were afraid we would break. Harry had lost so many people
from just one person. I wanted things to be normal but they never would
be. I felt like I ages 20 years. I didn't feel like a 16 year old that
should be worried about dating and OWLS.
Speaking of dating, Draco seemed to face new problems with his return. He had spent the break at the Weasley's who after some hesitation had welcomed him. With the money I refused to take back from the Weasley's (damn their pride), the family hired a wizard contractor and built onto their house making it comfortable large for the entire Weasley clan and guests. Besides where he spent his break, the Sytherin's could not forgive Draco for leaving his father, leaving the Dark Lord and the fact that he was now friends with and dating a Gryffindor. When I asked him about it he simply stated that the Sytherin house was a place to sleep. That was true, he spent most of his time in the Gryffindor common room. He had become a study buddy for Hermione who didn't complain as much as the other boys. As for Harry and Ron, well they would never be best mates but there was tolerance. Harry and he could hold a conversation (sports talk) and Ron and Draco often played chess. I'll be it competitively but civil as well.
Harry and Draco were targets for the Dark Lord. But as long as we were in school we felt safe.
Time was doing us all good. Though in the back of our minds I knew we were waiting for something to happen and on March 21, Alex and my birthday something started.
I celebrated my 17th birthday with my friends. I was now older then most of them. Fred and George brought up a cake and after promising that house elves made it we all ate. I just wish that Alex were there. That night I had a dream.
I don't usually remember my dreams but this one was so real, so lifelike that when I woke up it took me a moment to remember where I was.
In the dream I was running through the forbidden forest, like the day I heard my family was dead, but this time as I collapsed into the underbrush I heard a noise of hooves. When I looked up I saw a unicorn running towards me. Its translucent skin shimmered in the sun. I reached out to touch it as it came near but before I could it disappeared.
I can't explain the dream. Grandfather tried to teach us how to interpret dreams. Now I wish I had paid more attention. So I turned to the one person I knew would know. Hermione. According to her unicorns meant new beginnings and rebirth for they hardly approached people. It made sense I was starting my life over but it's disappearance before I could reach it bothered me and Hermione could not explain it. Night after night the same dream woke me, each night the unicorn came closer.
April 1 Hermione had been receiving a muggle newspaper since Christmas, extra credit as well as on her parent suggestion that she keep up with the muggle world. Today she turned white as she read the first page. Hermione choked on her food. Ron and Harry made sure she was all right while Fred and George took the paper. They looked at me strangely. I demanded to know what was going on. They handed me the muggle publication. BOY WAKES FROM 3-MONTH COMA. Under the title a picture. Alex. It couldn't be. He was alive. I was trembling so bad Harry took the paper as the twins kept me from falling off the bench. Harry read in a shaky voice. Found in December, luckily by hikers, awoke suddenly, can't remember anything. My god he's alive. Professor McGonagall came over and when she saw the paper called for Dumbledore. I was being taken from the hall. My mind only held one thought. He's alive. Even when Draco approached me all I could say was he's alive. I was taken to Dumbledore's office.
Speaking of dating, Draco seemed to face new problems with his return. He had spent the break at the Weasley's who after some hesitation had welcomed him. With the money I refused to take back from the Weasley's (damn their pride), the family hired a wizard contractor and built onto their house making it comfortable large for the entire Weasley clan and guests. Besides where he spent his break, the Sytherin's could not forgive Draco for leaving his father, leaving the Dark Lord and the fact that he was now friends with and dating a Gryffindor. When I asked him about it he simply stated that the Sytherin house was a place to sleep. That was true, he spent most of his time in the Gryffindor common room. He had become a study buddy for Hermione who didn't complain as much as the other boys. As for Harry and Ron, well they would never be best mates but there was tolerance. Harry and he could hold a conversation (sports talk) and Ron and Draco often played chess. I'll be it competitively but civil as well.
Harry and Draco were targets for the Dark Lord. But as long as we were in school we felt safe.
Time was doing us all good. Though in the back of our minds I knew we were waiting for something to happen and on March 21, Alex and my birthday something started.
I celebrated my 17th birthday with my friends. I was now older then most of them. Fred and George brought up a cake and after promising that house elves made it we all ate. I just wish that Alex were there. That night I had a dream.
I don't usually remember my dreams but this one was so real, so lifelike that when I woke up it took me a moment to remember where I was.
In the dream I was running through the forbidden forest, like the day I heard my family was dead, but this time as I collapsed into the underbrush I heard a noise of hooves. When I looked up I saw a unicorn running towards me. Its translucent skin shimmered in the sun. I reached out to touch it as it came near but before I could it disappeared.
I can't explain the dream. Grandfather tried to teach us how to interpret dreams. Now I wish I had paid more attention. So I turned to the one person I knew would know. Hermione. According to her unicorns meant new beginnings and rebirth for they hardly approached people. It made sense I was starting my life over but it's disappearance before I could reach it bothered me and Hermione could not explain it. Night after night the same dream woke me, each night the unicorn came closer.
April 1 Hermione had been receiving a muggle newspaper since Christmas, extra credit as well as on her parent suggestion that she keep up with the muggle world. Today she turned white as she read the first page. Hermione choked on her food. Ron and Harry made sure she was all right while Fred and George took the paper. They looked at me strangely. I demanded to know what was going on. They handed me the muggle publication. BOY WAKES FROM 3-MONTH COMA. Under the title a picture. Alex. It couldn't be. He was alive. I was trembling so bad Harry took the paper as the twins kept me from falling off the bench. Harry read in a shaky voice. Found in December, luckily by hikers, awoke suddenly, can't remember anything. My god he's alive. Professor McGonagall came over and when she saw the paper called for Dumbledore. I was being taken from the hall. My mind only held one thought. He's alive. Even when Draco approached me all I could say was he's alive. I was taken to Dumbledore's office.
