Author's Notes- I'm back, with much thanks to my reviewers how make me happy. This is Chapter 13, the SECOND worst ever summer in Lily's life. So, I'll warn you right now, what I'm about to do might not make a whole bunch of my readers happy, BUT I HAVE TO DO IT. Now, I don't own anything, and we are going to start the fic.
Lily's Lake
Chapter 13
It was another summer, and here I was, home again. My poster was hung up in my room, and Violet was still my favorite sister (as if Petunia could be). Everything was perfect... except for the fact that Vernon Dursley was engaged to Petunia Evans, my sister, and that he came over here every afternoon, stayed for dinner, and then left around eight o'clock.
Violet and I got into playing pranks on them, including setting little whoppie coushins on the swing where they usual sat, or dropping spiders in on them. They were harmless little jokes that we thought no one would mind about. Sometimes James would come over to help us, finding it really funny that we were playing jokes on Petunia and Vernon.
"Hey, don't hit me on the head," I said as James, Vi, and I walked down the hallway with a fishingpole with invisible thread.
A worm just happened to be attached, still alive.
"Sorry, didn't mean to," James answered.
We peeked out the front door. They were in their usual spots, talking, as usual. It was just perfect. We walked into the empty kitchen, and opened the window behind them. It wasn't up high enough. So, we went upstairs into Mum and Dad's room, and opened the window. It was just perfect.
We began to let the thread down, a little at a time. We did this silently, not wanting either Vernon Dumbo (the name we got to call him) or Petunia to hear us. The worm dropped, and landed in Petunia's hair.
We went back into the halway, and rejoiced in victory. We walked calmly back downstairs, and sat on the bench in the halway, waiting for the fimilar...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
We grinned, and followed Mum and Dad, who were running out to the deck to see what the problem was.
"THERE'S A WORM IN MY HAIR!" Petunia screamed.
I put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't laugh out loud.
"It's gone, dear, it's gone," Mum said, looking around Petunia's head.
"Lily! You did this, I know it! You, Violet, and your demented wizard boyfriend!" Petunia screamed.
Ok, the awkwardness of the deck right about now was consuming. We all stood there in silence, and in shock. First, my parents had the idea we put the worm in Petunia's hair. Second, Petunia had called James demented. Third, Petunia had revelied that James was a wizard, pretty much suggesting the fact that I was witch. And, fourth, she had said James was my boyfriend, which my parents hadn't quite figured out.
"Petunia Evans! Lily Evans! Both of you, come in here this instant!" Mum cried, pushing us both inside.
She poked her head out of the door and said to everyone else, "Violet, make sure everyone is fine. We'll be right back."
Inside, Mum, Dad, Petunia, and I stood in the living room.
"Well, it seems we all have some talking to do. First, Lily, did you put the worm in Petunia's hair?" Mum asked.
I bit my lip, unsure of what to say.
"It was meant to be a joke. I never thought Petunia had that big of a mouth. I thought it would be funny," I whispered.
"Lily! You are nearly sixteen years old! Why can't you act your age?" Mum demanded.
"I said I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Second, Petunia, it isn't very nice to call someone demented. You'll apologize to James when we go back outside," Mum said. "Third, Lily, where on earth did Petunia get the idea that you and James were a couple?"
I whimpered. What was I to say to that?
"Um, maybe because we are. Really, Mum! You just said I'm nearly sixteen, can't I have a boyfriend?" I cried.
"Lily, we'll talk about this later. Now, here's the big problem. How are we going to explain to Vernon why Petunia called James a wizard?" Dad asked.
This was it. Either reveal whom James and I were, or lie. And Petunia wasn't one for lying.
"Well, he's going to be part of the family soon..." Petunia said.
I nearly choked. I hated being reminded of that.
"...So, why can't he know the truth. He's going to get curious..." Petunia finished.
"Petunia! You are so reckless! No one is suppose to know whom I am! I could get in HUGE trouble for this!" I answered.
"Lily, calm down. Your sister has a point. Give it to him lightly, but don't reveal that James' is a wizard. Say that since Lily's a witch, you thought that James might be too. Ok?" Mum asked.
"Ok," Petunia and I answered.
"Let's go back out there. We have guests," Mum said.
That night, I hoped Mum had forgotten all about James and I being a couple, but she hadn't. When I was about to go to bed, Mum knocked on the door.
"Come in," I said, thinking it was Vi.
"Lily, we have to talk."
It was Mum. She came in, and sat down at the edge of my bed.
"Lily, honey, why didn't you tell me you liked James? You can always tell me anything," Mum said.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm at school more than half the year," I said, shrugging.
"I just don't want you to get into anything too serious right now. You're to young," Mum said.
"Oh, come on! You met Dad when you were my age, and fell in love a year later!" I answered, crossing my arms.
"I know, but things were nice for us. I'm just afriad that, things won't be as nice for you. You're my daughter, I always want things better for you," Mum said.
"Maybe I like it this way! Maybe it is nice! Why are you so concerned anyway? It is my life!" I said.
"It may be your life, but you're still my daughter!" Mum countered.
"So, what are you suggesting?" I asked, almost afriad to hear the answer.
"How long have you and James been a couple?" Mum asked.
"Well, my friends say forever..." I started.
"When do you think you became a couple?" Mum interupted me to ask the questions I hated.
"Last summer, I guess," I answered.
"Lily, don't you think that's a little early. You are still young!" Mum said, smiling at me.
"What are you suggesting?" I asked again.
"Maybe, you should take a break. See if this is the best thing for you..." Mum said.
"You never did this with Petunia! Look at her! She's ENGAGED!" I cried, waving my arms in the direction of Petunia's room.
"Petunia and Vernon haven't known each other as long as you and James have. I'm not worried about Petunia. Besides, we aren't talking about Petunia. We are talking about you!" Mum said.
I rolled my eyes, and looked back at my mother, who looked at my sternly.
"Do you like James?" Mum asked.
"Oh, what kind of a question is that? 'Do you like James'? That's stupid! Of course I like him!" I said, mimicking my mother.
"Don't speak to me in that tone, young lady!" Mum snapped.
"What tone?" I asked.
"Fine, but I'm just telling you. Your father and I want you to take a break. We want you to see if this is what you really want!" Mum said.
"You know what! I don't like this conversation! I'm leaving," I said, and stood up to leave.
I marched over to my bedroom door, and slammed it shut.
The next day things weren't any better. Mum didn't speak to me at all through breakfast, not even to issure chores. I was still mad at her, and left the house as soon as I could.
Petunia and Violet were doing their chores, and mine. I walked into the woods, were I wandered to where we usually go camping. James was sitting there.
"Lil'! I didn't expect to see you here!" James said.
"Oh, hi, James," I whispered.
"I hope I didn't get you in too much trouble yesterday..." James said, in a really small voice.
"It really wasn't that that I got in trouble for. It was what Petunia said... about you being my boyfriend," I said.
"Oh. How did your parents take it?" James asked.
"They want me to break up with you."
"Oh. So, what did you say?" James asked.
"I don't know," I whispered.
"What do you mean you don't know? Don't you like me? Can't you like... I don't know... Lie to your parents and say you broke up with me?" James asked.
"James! They're my parents! I can't lie to them!" I cried.
"Why not?" James demanded.
"James! Maybe my parents are right! Maybe I do need some time away from you!" I said.
"You know what. I'm beginning to think you don't like me at all. If you did you would lie to your parents!" James said.
"What is this, a test?" I asked.
"Maybe!" James answered.
"Well, you know what? I don't think I really want to be a girlfriend to someone who has to test me!" I cried.
"And I don't really think I want to be the boyfriend of someone who doesn't like me enough to lie to their parents!" James answered.
"You know what! I'm fed up with this! That's it, Potter! I hate you, and I never want to see you again!" I screamed, turned, and ran away back towards the road.
I ran up the porch, and into the house where everyone was getting ready for lunch. I ran into the kitchen, and looked Mum straight in the eye.
"There! I did it! I broke up with James!" I cried, and ran upstairs to my room, where I locked there door and flung myself onto my bed to sob into my pillows.
A few days went by. I mainly stayed up in my room. I opened my door to no one, not even Violet, who knocked constantly. I cried a lot, and left only what Mum left in front of my door. When no one was around, I used the bathroom and took my showers. But, other than that, I kept myself pretty isolated. I didn't take the time to write to my friends about the break up.
Mrs. Potter called once, about the camping trip. She wanted to know if I wanted to go.
I told Mum to tell her I was sick. My friends were usually invited by me, so they never got word about it. They sent constant letters, which I read and wrote a sentence response to, usually just a "I hope you're having a great summer, see you in the fall". They would sometimes ask why, but I ignored them, and wrote the usual response.
One day, I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. My family was surprised, but said nothing, as if it was just a normal day. Petunia started talking about her date with Vernon the night before, and Mum gave us our chores.
After breakfast Violet and I went into the vegetable garden in the back yard to see if there were any tomatoes ripe enough to be picked.
"I'm really glad you came out," Violet said.
"I just can't stay in my room the rest of my life," I answered, even though I wanted to.
"Mum and Dad are really sorry, and I think Petuia even felt a little bit of guilt," Violet said.
"Petunia felt guilty, for me? Impossible," I said.
"She did. I really missed not having you doing chores with me," Violet said quietly.
"I missed you too," I answered, hugging my little sister.
The end of the worst summer yet was coming. I couldn't wait to get back to school, so that I wouldn't have to think about James too much.
My parents, Vi, and I drove to King's Cross station. But I had to walk through the barrier alone. I hugged my parents and sister.
"I'll see you guys later. I'll write a lot, and don't forget to write me back," I said, hugging them one more time.
"We won't. Goodbye, Lily," my parents said.
"Bye, Lil'! See you soon!" Violet cried.
I hugged her, and pushed my cart through the barrier. My friends were waiting on the other side. James was no where in sight. I sighed a breath of relief.
(Author's Note- I though it would be better to express what happens next through the eyes of Anya, so this is from ANYA's POV).
From Anya's POV
I saw Lily walk through the barrier, and scan the platform.
"Lily! Lily! Over here!" Netta cried, waving her arms so Lily could see us.
Sirius was with us, waiting for James, Remus, and Peter to come through. From the look on his face I could tell he knew something we didn't.
Lily walked over. There was something different on her face, something I couldn't place.
"Hey, Lil'! Why do you look like that? I knew something happened over the summer!" I said, proudly.
She sighed deeply, and pushed her cart away from us, towards the train. I could see what I had said had upsetted her. I meant that the something that happened had been good, but maybe something had happened...something bad.
"What did I say?" I asked.
Sirius sighed, and turned to us.
"James told me all about it. Here, let me tell you," Sirius said.
When he was done we all gasped. Something had happened over the summer, and it wasn't good at all.
The train ride was relatively quiet. My friends came into the compartment a few minutes after I had, and sat there. They knew, I knew it.
"Look, Lil', we're really sorry," Anya said.
"Who told you?" I asked, my eyes gazing out the window at the English countryside.
"Sirius, he thought we should know. I hope you don't mind," Netta whispered.
"I should have known Potter would tell his friends. He just isn't polite is he? Figures Black would tell you," I answered.
"Boys are like that, completely unpolite. I have to agree with you there," Anya said, nodding her head.
I simply nodded.
"If you want us to, we can leave," Andrea said.
Anya nudged her. Netta glared at her. Anya and Netta didn't want to leave, and I had the feeling Andrea didn't either.
"It's allright. What would I do without you guys?" I asked, smiling at my friends.
"I have no idea, but you most certainly wouldn't be talking to us right now," Anya answered, smiling at her joke.
I smiled, and glanced at each of my friends. They had all changed since I first met them. My friends still looked relatively the same, but we were older, more mature, and more learned. But they were still right there for me.
"So, anybody want to talk about how bad boys are?" Anya asked.
"Wait, you never heard my side of the story, did you? You only know James'," I said, suddenly realizing the fact.
"You mean they aren't the same?" Andrea asked.
"Far from it," I said, and told them my story.
"You know, they aren't the same," Andrea said when I was done.
I smiled and added, "No, they most certainly aren't."
"Anyone want to play a game or something? It'll pass time until we reach Hogwarts," Anya said, shrugging.
"It depends on what we play. How about my clue game, I have it in my chest," I said.
"Allright," my friends agreed.
So we passed time playing clue. (Andrea even said something about James being the murderee, at least I think that's what she said. You can't be sure with her.)
We got off the train, and took the carriges up to the school. We were here, for another year.
Author's Note- I think a few of you might hate me for doing what I did, but I had to. And if you have any idea what Harry Potter is, than you'll kinda know what happens. But, anyway, terrible year next, so come back and see what's next. Don't forget to review, I really want to know what you think!!!
Lily's Lake
Chapter 13
It was another summer, and here I was, home again. My poster was hung up in my room, and Violet was still my favorite sister (as if Petunia could be). Everything was perfect... except for the fact that Vernon Dursley was engaged to Petunia Evans, my sister, and that he came over here every afternoon, stayed for dinner, and then left around eight o'clock.
Violet and I got into playing pranks on them, including setting little whoppie coushins on the swing where they usual sat, or dropping spiders in on them. They were harmless little jokes that we thought no one would mind about. Sometimes James would come over to help us, finding it really funny that we were playing jokes on Petunia and Vernon.
"Hey, don't hit me on the head," I said as James, Vi, and I walked down the hallway with a fishingpole with invisible thread.
A worm just happened to be attached, still alive.
"Sorry, didn't mean to," James answered.
We peeked out the front door. They were in their usual spots, talking, as usual. It was just perfect. We walked into the empty kitchen, and opened the window behind them. It wasn't up high enough. So, we went upstairs into Mum and Dad's room, and opened the window. It was just perfect.
We began to let the thread down, a little at a time. We did this silently, not wanting either Vernon Dumbo (the name we got to call him) or Petunia to hear us. The worm dropped, and landed in Petunia's hair.
We went back into the halway, and rejoiced in victory. We walked calmly back downstairs, and sat on the bench in the halway, waiting for the fimilar...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
We grinned, and followed Mum and Dad, who were running out to the deck to see what the problem was.
"THERE'S A WORM IN MY HAIR!" Petunia screamed.
I put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't laugh out loud.
"It's gone, dear, it's gone," Mum said, looking around Petunia's head.
"Lily! You did this, I know it! You, Violet, and your demented wizard boyfriend!" Petunia screamed.
Ok, the awkwardness of the deck right about now was consuming. We all stood there in silence, and in shock. First, my parents had the idea we put the worm in Petunia's hair. Second, Petunia had called James demented. Third, Petunia had revelied that James was a wizard, pretty much suggesting the fact that I was witch. And, fourth, she had said James was my boyfriend, which my parents hadn't quite figured out.
"Petunia Evans! Lily Evans! Both of you, come in here this instant!" Mum cried, pushing us both inside.
She poked her head out of the door and said to everyone else, "Violet, make sure everyone is fine. We'll be right back."
Inside, Mum, Dad, Petunia, and I stood in the living room.
"Well, it seems we all have some talking to do. First, Lily, did you put the worm in Petunia's hair?" Mum asked.
I bit my lip, unsure of what to say.
"It was meant to be a joke. I never thought Petunia had that big of a mouth. I thought it would be funny," I whispered.
"Lily! You are nearly sixteen years old! Why can't you act your age?" Mum demanded.
"I said I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Second, Petunia, it isn't very nice to call someone demented. You'll apologize to James when we go back outside," Mum said. "Third, Lily, where on earth did Petunia get the idea that you and James were a couple?"
I whimpered. What was I to say to that?
"Um, maybe because we are. Really, Mum! You just said I'm nearly sixteen, can't I have a boyfriend?" I cried.
"Lily, we'll talk about this later. Now, here's the big problem. How are we going to explain to Vernon why Petunia called James a wizard?" Dad asked.
This was it. Either reveal whom James and I were, or lie. And Petunia wasn't one for lying.
"Well, he's going to be part of the family soon..." Petunia said.
I nearly choked. I hated being reminded of that.
"...So, why can't he know the truth. He's going to get curious..." Petunia finished.
"Petunia! You are so reckless! No one is suppose to know whom I am! I could get in HUGE trouble for this!" I answered.
"Lily, calm down. Your sister has a point. Give it to him lightly, but don't reveal that James' is a wizard. Say that since Lily's a witch, you thought that James might be too. Ok?" Mum asked.
"Ok," Petunia and I answered.
"Let's go back out there. We have guests," Mum said.
That night, I hoped Mum had forgotten all about James and I being a couple, but she hadn't. When I was about to go to bed, Mum knocked on the door.
"Come in," I said, thinking it was Vi.
"Lily, we have to talk."
It was Mum. She came in, and sat down at the edge of my bed.
"Lily, honey, why didn't you tell me you liked James? You can always tell me anything," Mum said.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm at school more than half the year," I said, shrugging.
"I just don't want you to get into anything too serious right now. You're to young," Mum said.
"Oh, come on! You met Dad when you were my age, and fell in love a year later!" I answered, crossing my arms.
"I know, but things were nice for us. I'm just afriad that, things won't be as nice for you. You're my daughter, I always want things better for you," Mum said.
"Maybe I like it this way! Maybe it is nice! Why are you so concerned anyway? It is my life!" I said.
"It may be your life, but you're still my daughter!" Mum countered.
"So, what are you suggesting?" I asked, almost afriad to hear the answer.
"How long have you and James been a couple?" Mum asked.
"Well, my friends say forever..." I started.
"When do you think you became a couple?" Mum interupted me to ask the questions I hated.
"Last summer, I guess," I answered.
"Lily, don't you think that's a little early. You are still young!" Mum said, smiling at me.
"What are you suggesting?" I asked again.
"Maybe, you should take a break. See if this is the best thing for you..." Mum said.
"You never did this with Petunia! Look at her! She's ENGAGED!" I cried, waving my arms in the direction of Petunia's room.
"Petunia and Vernon haven't known each other as long as you and James have. I'm not worried about Petunia. Besides, we aren't talking about Petunia. We are talking about you!" Mum said.
I rolled my eyes, and looked back at my mother, who looked at my sternly.
"Do you like James?" Mum asked.
"Oh, what kind of a question is that? 'Do you like James'? That's stupid! Of course I like him!" I said, mimicking my mother.
"Don't speak to me in that tone, young lady!" Mum snapped.
"What tone?" I asked.
"Fine, but I'm just telling you. Your father and I want you to take a break. We want you to see if this is what you really want!" Mum said.
"You know what! I don't like this conversation! I'm leaving," I said, and stood up to leave.
I marched over to my bedroom door, and slammed it shut.
The next day things weren't any better. Mum didn't speak to me at all through breakfast, not even to issure chores. I was still mad at her, and left the house as soon as I could.
Petunia and Violet were doing their chores, and mine. I walked into the woods, were I wandered to where we usually go camping. James was sitting there.
"Lil'! I didn't expect to see you here!" James said.
"Oh, hi, James," I whispered.
"I hope I didn't get you in too much trouble yesterday..." James said, in a really small voice.
"It really wasn't that that I got in trouble for. It was what Petunia said... about you being my boyfriend," I said.
"Oh. How did your parents take it?" James asked.
"They want me to break up with you."
"Oh. So, what did you say?" James asked.
"I don't know," I whispered.
"What do you mean you don't know? Don't you like me? Can't you like... I don't know... Lie to your parents and say you broke up with me?" James asked.
"James! They're my parents! I can't lie to them!" I cried.
"Why not?" James demanded.
"James! Maybe my parents are right! Maybe I do need some time away from you!" I said.
"You know what. I'm beginning to think you don't like me at all. If you did you would lie to your parents!" James said.
"What is this, a test?" I asked.
"Maybe!" James answered.
"Well, you know what? I don't think I really want to be a girlfriend to someone who has to test me!" I cried.
"And I don't really think I want to be the boyfriend of someone who doesn't like me enough to lie to their parents!" James answered.
"You know what! I'm fed up with this! That's it, Potter! I hate you, and I never want to see you again!" I screamed, turned, and ran away back towards the road.
I ran up the porch, and into the house where everyone was getting ready for lunch. I ran into the kitchen, and looked Mum straight in the eye.
"There! I did it! I broke up with James!" I cried, and ran upstairs to my room, where I locked there door and flung myself onto my bed to sob into my pillows.
A few days went by. I mainly stayed up in my room. I opened my door to no one, not even Violet, who knocked constantly. I cried a lot, and left only what Mum left in front of my door. When no one was around, I used the bathroom and took my showers. But, other than that, I kept myself pretty isolated. I didn't take the time to write to my friends about the break up.
Mrs. Potter called once, about the camping trip. She wanted to know if I wanted to go.
I told Mum to tell her I was sick. My friends were usually invited by me, so they never got word about it. They sent constant letters, which I read and wrote a sentence response to, usually just a "I hope you're having a great summer, see you in the fall". They would sometimes ask why, but I ignored them, and wrote the usual response.
One day, I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. My family was surprised, but said nothing, as if it was just a normal day. Petunia started talking about her date with Vernon the night before, and Mum gave us our chores.
After breakfast Violet and I went into the vegetable garden in the back yard to see if there were any tomatoes ripe enough to be picked.
"I'm really glad you came out," Violet said.
"I just can't stay in my room the rest of my life," I answered, even though I wanted to.
"Mum and Dad are really sorry, and I think Petuia even felt a little bit of guilt," Violet said.
"Petunia felt guilty, for me? Impossible," I said.
"She did. I really missed not having you doing chores with me," Violet said quietly.
"I missed you too," I answered, hugging my little sister.
The end of the worst summer yet was coming. I couldn't wait to get back to school, so that I wouldn't have to think about James too much.
My parents, Vi, and I drove to King's Cross station. But I had to walk through the barrier alone. I hugged my parents and sister.
"I'll see you guys later. I'll write a lot, and don't forget to write me back," I said, hugging them one more time.
"We won't. Goodbye, Lily," my parents said.
"Bye, Lil'! See you soon!" Violet cried.
I hugged her, and pushed my cart through the barrier. My friends were waiting on the other side. James was no where in sight. I sighed a breath of relief.
(Author's Note- I though it would be better to express what happens next through the eyes of Anya, so this is from ANYA's POV).
From Anya's POV
I saw Lily walk through the barrier, and scan the platform.
"Lily! Lily! Over here!" Netta cried, waving her arms so Lily could see us.
Sirius was with us, waiting for James, Remus, and Peter to come through. From the look on his face I could tell he knew something we didn't.
Lily walked over. There was something different on her face, something I couldn't place.
"Hey, Lil'! Why do you look like that? I knew something happened over the summer!" I said, proudly.
She sighed deeply, and pushed her cart away from us, towards the train. I could see what I had said had upsetted her. I meant that the something that happened had been good, but maybe something had happened...something bad.
"What did I say?" I asked.
Sirius sighed, and turned to us.
"James told me all about it. Here, let me tell you," Sirius said.
When he was done we all gasped. Something had happened over the summer, and it wasn't good at all.
The train ride was relatively quiet. My friends came into the compartment a few minutes after I had, and sat there. They knew, I knew it.
"Look, Lil', we're really sorry," Anya said.
"Who told you?" I asked, my eyes gazing out the window at the English countryside.
"Sirius, he thought we should know. I hope you don't mind," Netta whispered.
"I should have known Potter would tell his friends. He just isn't polite is he? Figures Black would tell you," I answered.
"Boys are like that, completely unpolite. I have to agree with you there," Anya said, nodding her head.
I simply nodded.
"If you want us to, we can leave," Andrea said.
Anya nudged her. Netta glared at her. Anya and Netta didn't want to leave, and I had the feeling Andrea didn't either.
"It's allright. What would I do without you guys?" I asked, smiling at my friends.
"I have no idea, but you most certainly wouldn't be talking to us right now," Anya answered, smiling at her joke.
I smiled, and glanced at each of my friends. They had all changed since I first met them. My friends still looked relatively the same, but we were older, more mature, and more learned. But they were still right there for me.
"So, anybody want to talk about how bad boys are?" Anya asked.
"Wait, you never heard my side of the story, did you? You only know James'," I said, suddenly realizing the fact.
"You mean they aren't the same?" Andrea asked.
"Far from it," I said, and told them my story.
"You know, they aren't the same," Andrea said when I was done.
I smiled and added, "No, they most certainly aren't."
"Anyone want to play a game or something? It'll pass time until we reach Hogwarts," Anya said, shrugging.
"It depends on what we play. How about my clue game, I have it in my chest," I said.
"Allright," my friends agreed.
So we passed time playing clue. (Andrea even said something about James being the murderee, at least I think that's what she said. You can't be sure with her.)
We got off the train, and took the carriges up to the school. We were here, for another year.
Author's Note- I think a few of you might hate me for doing what I did, but I had to. And if you have any idea what Harry Potter is, than you'll kinda know what happens. But, anyway, terrible year next, so come back and see what's next. Don't forget to review, I really want to know what you think!!!