"Harry, Chanse, are you all packed up for Hogwarts?" Heather yelled from
the bottom of the stairs, "Better double check, because I don't want, at
the last minute, before we leave tomorrow morning you packing!"
"Ok mom we'll double check." Harry yelled from the room.
Chanse walked out of her closet holding a two dress robes. She tossed them down on her bed, "We need music." She laughed as she walked over to her stereo and turned it on. "I was thinking my new CD."
She waved a shinny circle in the air, and then put it in the stereo. She clicked a couple buttons, here and there, and then beautiful music came from the stereo.
Chanse smiled at the stereo and turned around to Harry, "That's better."
She walked into her closet, and pulled out her class robes and tossed them on the bed and looked at them, "Chanse why do you still have those?" Harry laughed, "You're in Gryffindor now."
Chanse didn't say anything she just studied every stitching of blue and silver on the robes.
"Chanse you got a package from Hogwarts." Heather yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "I bet it's your Gryffindor robes."
"Chanse I'll get your robes for you." Harry whispered as he walked out of the room.
Before Harry walked out of the room he looked over at Chanse who hadn't taken her eyes off of her Ravenclaw robes.
Harry walked downstairs and saw Heather opening the box, "Just making sure they're the robes." Heather smiled.
Harry sat down on the stairs and watched Heather pull a red and gold scarf out of the box, "Yup this is all of it." Heather laughed as she laid the scarf back down in the box and pushed down the lids, but they still stayed open.
Harry quietly picked up the box, while Heather went back into the kitchen, and he brought it back up to Chanse's room. "Here Chanse." Harry set the box down next to Chanse's Ravenclaw robes, and went and sat down on the floor and continued packing his suitcase.
Chanse slowly looked over at the box and bent back the flaps, and pulled a sleeve of a sweater out of the box and draped it over the flap, and then looked back at the Ravenclaw robes.
Chanse slowly ran her hands over every stitching in the Ravenclaw fabric.
'And I'm so sad, Like a good book I can't put this, Day back, A sorta fairytale with you, A sorta fairytale with you.'
Her eyes began to tear with every movement she made, over the fabric. The tears filled her eyes, and spilled out onto her cheek, and the robes. She watched as small little wet, tear drop, spot appeared on the robes.
"Chanse you ok?" Harry asked from the floor.
Chanse didn't responded; she stared at her Ravenclaw robe and then looked over at the sweater sleeve.
"Chanse?" Harry stood up.
Chanse picked up the box and turned it upside down and the clothes came tumbling down. "Chanse...Are you ok or not?!" Harry said a little scared.
"I'm fine." Chanse whispered.
She bent down and picked up her suitcase and placed it on the bed, and began to pack her new clothes in it.
When she was done all that was left on her bed was two Gryffindor scarves, two Ravenclaw scarves, and her Ravenclaw robes. She picked up one of each house scarf and a Ravenclaw robe and placed them inside her suitcase, and laid the suitcase down on the floor.
She walked over to her desk and picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut the two, left over, scarves. "Chanse what are you doing?!" Harry screamed.
"You'll see." Chanse laughed as she began to cut the scarves in blocks of two (red and gold and then blue and silver).
When she was done cutting all the blocks she laid them out on the bed in a pattern, red and gold then blue and silver, ect...
She cast a spell on the cut outs and they began to sew themselves together.
When the two scarves had been sewn into one, in was twice as long as it should be. Chanse picked up her scissors and cut off some blocks, till her new scarf was the right length.
"Now I see what you were doing." Harry smirked.
"Yup, combining my two houses," Chanse smiled, "No matter what anyone says I have two houses!" Chanse laughed as she wrapped the scarf around her neck and walked downstairs.
"You like my new scarf mom?" Chanse did a little spin in the kitchen.
Heather turned around and saw Chanse's new scarf, "I hope that you have extra Gryffindor scarves."
Chanse stopped spinning and looked at Heather with a little irritation, "One, yes I have another one."
"Good."
"And two, you didn't say anything about my new scarf." Chanse whined as she waved an end of the scarf at her mom.
"Actually," Heather wiped off her hands, and slid her hands over the scarf, "It's actually pretty cool." Heather flipped over the scarf and looked at the underside, "you did a great sewing job."
"My wand did a great sewing job." Chanse laughed.
"I should have guess," Heather laughed as she went back to baking, "You sewing is like Quidditch without a quaffle, it just doesn't happen."
Chanse let out a small laugh and then turned back around and walked back upstairs to her room.
"Chanse, Harry in bed, lights out by ten tonight!" Tom yelled from down in his room.
"But dad," Chanse stood up and walked to the door, "I usually get to stay up till..."
"Chanse, you have to be well rested for Hogwarts...It's your last year and all."
Chanse turned back around and shut the door behind her, "That the reason why I won't be able to go to sleep tonight." Chanse laughed as she leaned against the cold wood door.
"You won't be able to sleep because we're going back to Hogwarts?"
"Well yeah," Chanse pushed off the door and went and sat down on the carpet floor with Harry, "see this is my first actual year going back to Hogwarts, and it's my last year going." Chanse looked down at the carpet and began to play with it, "It's a little weird."
"How so?"
"Well I can't wait to go back to Hogwarts, but still I don't want to because I know that once I go back it will past me by so quickly and then like that," Chanse snapped her finger, "the year will be over...all my other classmates and myself will be official witches and wizards, and we'll all go in our different directions." Chanse sighed.
"It's not like you're losing them forever." Harry laughed, "You'll still be good friends after Hogwarts."
"Yeah I guess," Chanse sighed, "I really hope so."
"When in doubt you can all flunk all your classes and repeat the year." Harry laughed and then nudged Chanse.
"You're crazy Harry Potter...crazy I tell you." Chanse laughed.
"Hey, I'm your brother." Harry smirked.
"This is true." Chanse sighed is discussed.
"HEY!" Harry screamed and hit Chanse.
"Hey don't hit me," Chanse hit Harry back, "If I can stop bludgers with my bare hand, I don't think you can stop me little brother!" Chanse pushed Harry down on the ground and pinned him. "You'll never win." Chanse rolled her eyes and got up.
Chanse picked up her broom, off her bed and began to walk over to her suitcase to set her broom down by it, when Harry tackled her to the ground, "Never turn your back on your enemy." Harry pinned Chanse.
"Your greatest enemies are always someone you least expect." Chanse rolled her legs to her chest, and pushed Harry off of her, and he fell down on the ground.
"KIDS GO TO BED!" Heather screamed from down the hall.
"Mom it's only," Chanse looked at the clock, "Ok we're going."
Chanse quickly set her broom down by her bags, and changed into her pajamas. "Chanse what time is it?" Harry laughed as he stripped down into his boxers.
"Eleven."
"Oh."
They crawled into their beds, and went to bed ready for the day that awaited them the next morning....
"Chanse, Harry, get up or we'll be late." Tom yelled as he flipped the bacon in the skillet.
Heather walked over to the window holding a whole frozen turkey, "Nora, if you go wake Harry and Chanse up I'll give you this turkey."
Nora ran over to the window and began to whine for the turkey, "Not till you wake them up." Heather pulled the turkey back inside. Nora snorted her nostrils and then flew up into the sky to wake Chanse and Harry up.
"You really shouldn't tease her like that." Tom laughed as he set down a plate of waffles.
"Who says I'm teasing her," Heather smirked as she poured milk into the glasses, "I plan on giving her the turkey."
"Ok you shouldn't spoil her like that."
"One turkey won't hurt her."
"Fine." Tom sighed.
"Wow it feels really hot in here." Chanse tossed off her covers, and took a deep breath in...and started coughing.
"HARRY!"
"WHAT?!" Harry screamed as he sat up.
"FIRE!"
Chanse and Harry jumped out of bed and ran out of their rooms, and down into the kitchen, "Mom, dad, come on," Chanse tugged on her mom's arm, while Harry tugged on Tom's arm.
"What's wrong you guys?" Tom laughed.
"There's a fire in our room!" Chanse screamed as she tugged on her mom harder.
"OH MERLIN!" Tom yelled as he started running upstairs.
"Tom." Heather laughed quietly.
"What?!" Tom shouted.
"That was Nora, just creating smoke to get the kids out of bed, seeing how they wouldn't before." Heather smirked at Chanse and Harry, whose mouths were wide open.
"Mom how could you?!" Chanse gasped as she tossed a waffle on her plate.
Heather smiled at Chanse and picked up the turkey and tossed it in Nora's mouth, "Thank you Nora, enjoy that turkey." Heather smiled and then turned back to Chanse, "Well you guys would be late if you were in bed any longer."
Chanse rolled her eyes and went back to eating her waffle. "Now Chanse you still need to take a shower, and Harry you can use Hagrid's shower, seeing how he isn't here anymore," Heather laughed, "we're leaving the house at seven sharp, which is in an hour."
"Is everything packed up?" Tom asked as he took a sip of his coffee, "Because I'm going to load all your suitcases in the car."
Chanse stood up and stretched, "I'm packed."
"I still have a couple of things I still need to pack, but that won't take me that long." Harry said as he walked out of the kitchen, "It'll take me about the time it will take Chanse to get ready to leave."
Chanse followed Harry out of the kitchen, "was that a challenge baby brother?" Chanse smirked.
"Maybe." Harry cocked his head to the side
"You're on." Chanse stuck her hand out.
"Fine if I win you stops calling me baby brother, and I get your broom."
"Baby brother let's wait to pull the big things out till the school year," Chanse laughed
"Fine, then you just stop calling me baby brother."
"And if I win you clean my broom before and after every Quidditch match."
"Fine."
"For the whole year."
"Well then if I win same goes for you."
"Let me get this straight if you win I stop calling you baby brother, and I clean your broom before and after every Quidditch match, right?"
"Right."
"Well then since I don't have a name you want me to stop saying or start saying to make it even clean my broom after every practice and match."
"Deal."
Harry gasped Chanse's hand in his and squeezed tightly. "And no finishing getting ready in the car." Harry shouted.
"Fine." Chanse rolled her eyes bitterly.
They both run off in different directions trying to beat the other one to getting done first.
Harry was out of the shower before Chanse, but he still had to pack all his belongs up and clean up how he looked.
Chanse got out of the shower ten minutes after Harry. She walked in her closet and looked around in It for the perfect outfit to wear. 'You're going to put a robe over it, so why does it matter?' Geno laughed in Chanse's head.
"Because I never change into my robes till the last minute." Chanse laughed from the closet. She looked around and finally decided on some jeans, a three quarter shirt, and a sweatshirt.
She pulled on her jeans, and pulled her shirt over her head. She walked over to her makeup area and quickly dab some eye shadow, and mascara on. She tossed them back in her makeup bag, pulled out her lip gloss and stuffed it in her pocket, and zipped up the makeup bag in her suitcase, "Dad I'm done with my suitcase." Chanse yelled.
In a few minutes Chanse's dad came upstairs and took her suitcase out of her room, and left her alone. Chanse looked around her room, it had pictures of Chanse's friends form Hogwarts and back in Maui, but it felt so lonely in her room.
She walked over to her door and looked down the hallway and saw her mom walking down the hall, "Mom is Harry even close to being ready?"
"Sort of," Heather laughed, as she kissed Chanse's forehead and went down stairs.
Chanse slightly smiled and then turned back around and walked back in her room. She took one last glance around and went around to her room and began to turn off all the lights in her room. The last light was her makeup area light. She walked in the room and clicked off the light and stared in the mirror.
She sat down in her chair and turned on a small light the barely lit her face. She pulled out her lip gloss and slowly ran it over her lips. Her eyes watched as she moved left, then right, and then back to the left.
When she was done she screwed on the cap, and smashed her lips together. She slowly stood up and placed her hand on the light switch but she caught a glimpse of herself. She slowly sat back down and stared at herself.
The longer she stared the louder and louder the voice in her head got, 'It's your last year.' It repeated over and over in Chanse's head, getting louder and louder with every second she stared.
Her eyes began to slowly fill with every inch of her face that she looked over. "This is my last year," she whispered softly.
She tightly squeezed her eyes closed, and hit the light switch.
She stood up and walked into her closet and looked around for a good sweatshirt to wear. She saw a huge pile of sweatshirt on a top shelf. She carefully pulled them all down on the floor, and a quaffle ball rolled across the ground when the pile hit the ground.
Chanse looked down at the quaffle and smiled at it and began to dig through the pile to find a good sweatshirt to wear. She pulled out the sweatshirt that Eve, Nikki, and Lin had bought for her, to always remember Hawaii and them, before she left to go back to England. "I can't leave this here." Chanse laughed as she tossed it out on top of Geno's cage.
'Watch it Chanse.' Geno squawked.
"Sorry Geno, I'm in a hurry."
She held up another, huge red and gold, cloak that had 'Quidditch' printed, in black, on the back, and a tiny picture of the Hogwarts seal (with the four houses) in the top left hand corner, with small black writing written underneath it. She pulled the cloak over her arms and picked up the quaffle and tossed it up in the air, "I can't wait for Quidditch this year." She laughed as she stopped tossing the quaffle.
She started to toss in on her bed but nodded her head and tucked it under her arm, and picked up all the other things she wanted to bring. She walked downstairs, "Come one Harry, time to go." She buttoned up the cloak and walked out to the car.
Harry finally came running down the stairs as fast as he could, without tripping, and ran out to he car, "Sorry." He huffed as he buckled his seatbelts.
"It's ok sweetie." Heather laughed.
"Hey Chanse, where'd you get the Quidditch cloak from? You're not part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, only they get those."
"Oliver sent his to me when he was on vacation in Bulgaria...thus the name Oliver Wood printed under the seal." Chanse smirked as she looked down at the name, printed in black.
"Yeah, what was it that he said that just made me melt?" Heather quickly asked.
"Have my Quidditch cloak to keep you warm while I can't...I love you Chanse, see you soon." Chanse slowly trailed off.
"Wow you memorized what he said?" Harry laughed, "That's pathetic."
"Actually," Chanse tossed an opened letter at Harry, "the letter was still in here." Chanse smirked.
They finally reached the train station and Chanse and Harry went through the long good-bye from Heather, which Chanse went through the year before.
When that was all over with Chanse and Harry went through the other side of the platform and stood on platform nine and three quarters, just like the year before for Chanse...but this was her last year.
~THE END~
Ok, so now just wait for the sequel...
"Ok mom we'll double check." Harry yelled from the room.
Chanse walked out of her closet holding a two dress robes. She tossed them down on her bed, "We need music." She laughed as she walked over to her stereo and turned it on. "I was thinking my new CD."
She waved a shinny circle in the air, and then put it in the stereo. She clicked a couple buttons, here and there, and then beautiful music came from the stereo.
Chanse smiled at the stereo and turned around to Harry, "That's better."
She walked into her closet, and pulled out her class robes and tossed them on the bed and looked at them, "Chanse why do you still have those?" Harry laughed, "You're in Gryffindor now."
Chanse didn't say anything she just studied every stitching of blue and silver on the robes.
"Chanse you got a package from Hogwarts." Heather yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "I bet it's your Gryffindor robes."
"Chanse I'll get your robes for you." Harry whispered as he walked out of the room.
Before Harry walked out of the room he looked over at Chanse who hadn't taken her eyes off of her Ravenclaw robes.
Harry walked downstairs and saw Heather opening the box, "Just making sure they're the robes." Heather smiled.
Harry sat down on the stairs and watched Heather pull a red and gold scarf out of the box, "Yup this is all of it." Heather laughed as she laid the scarf back down in the box and pushed down the lids, but they still stayed open.
Harry quietly picked up the box, while Heather went back into the kitchen, and he brought it back up to Chanse's room. "Here Chanse." Harry set the box down next to Chanse's Ravenclaw robes, and went and sat down on the floor and continued packing his suitcase.
Chanse slowly looked over at the box and bent back the flaps, and pulled a sleeve of a sweater out of the box and draped it over the flap, and then looked back at the Ravenclaw robes.
Chanse slowly ran her hands over every stitching in the Ravenclaw fabric.
'And I'm so sad, Like a good book I can't put this, Day back, A sorta fairytale with you, A sorta fairytale with you.'
Her eyes began to tear with every movement she made, over the fabric. The tears filled her eyes, and spilled out onto her cheek, and the robes. She watched as small little wet, tear drop, spot appeared on the robes.
"Chanse you ok?" Harry asked from the floor.
Chanse didn't responded; she stared at her Ravenclaw robe and then looked over at the sweater sleeve.
"Chanse?" Harry stood up.
Chanse picked up the box and turned it upside down and the clothes came tumbling down. "Chanse...Are you ok or not?!" Harry said a little scared.
"I'm fine." Chanse whispered.
She bent down and picked up her suitcase and placed it on the bed, and began to pack her new clothes in it.
When she was done all that was left on her bed was two Gryffindor scarves, two Ravenclaw scarves, and her Ravenclaw robes. She picked up one of each house scarf and a Ravenclaw robe and placed them inside her suitcase, and laid the suitcase down on the floor.
She walked over to her desk and picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut the two, left over, scarves. "Chanse what are you doing?!" Harry screamed.
"You'll see." Chanse laughed as she began to cut the scarves in blocks of two (red and gold and then blue and silver).
When she was done cutting all the blocks she laid them out on the bed in a pattern, red and gold then blue and silver, ect...
She cast a spell on the cut outs and they began to sew themselves together.
When the two scarves had been sewn into one, in was twice as long as it should be. Chanse picked up her scissors and cut off some blocks, till her new scarf was the right length.
"Now I see what you were doing." Harry smirked.
"Yup, combining my two houses," Chanse smiled, "No matter what anyone says I have two houses!" Chanse laughed as she wrapped the scarf around her neck and walked downstairs.
"You like my new scarf mom?" Chanse did a little spin in the kitchen.
Heather turned around and saw Chanse's new scarf, "I hope that you have extra Gryffindor scarves."
Chanse stopped spinning and looked at Heather with a little irritation, "One, yes I have another one."
"Good."
"And two, you didn't say anything about my new scarf." Chanse whined as she waved an end of the scarf at her mom.
"Actually," Heather wiped off her hands, and slid her hands over the scarf, "It's actually pretty cool." Heather flipped over the scarf and looked at the underside, "you did a great sewing job."
"My wand did a great sewing job." Chanse laughed.
"I should have guess," Heather laughed as she went back to baking, "You sewing is like Quidditch without a quaffle, it just doesn't happen."
Chanse let out a small laugh and then turned back around and walked back upstairs to her room.
"Chanse, Harry in bed, lights out by ten tonight!" Tom yelled from down in his room.
"But dad," Chanse stood up and walked to the door, "I usually get to stay up till..."
"Chanse, you have to be well rested for Hogwarts...It's your last year and all."
Chanse turned back around and shut the door behind her, "That the reason why I won't be able to go to sleep tonight." Chanse laughed as she leaned against the cold wood door.
"You won't be able to sleep because we're going back to Hogwarts?"
"Well yeah," Chanse pushed off the door and went and sat down on the carpet floor with Harry, "see this is my first actual year going back to Hogwarts, and it's my last year going." Chanse looked down at the carpet and began to play with it, "It's a little weird."
"How so?"
"Well I can't wait to go back to Hogwarts, but still I don't want to because I know that once I go back it will past me by so quickly and then like that," Chanse snapped her finger, "the year will be over...all my other classmates and myself will be official witches and wizards, and we'll all go in our different directions." Chanse sighed.
"It's not like you're losing them forever." Harry laughed, "You'll still be good friends after Hogwarts."
"Yeah I guess," Chanse sighed, "I really hope so."
"When in doubt you can all flunk all your classes and repeat the year." Harry laughed and then nudged Chanse.
"You're crazy Harry Potter...crazy I tell you." Chanse laughed.
"Hey, I'm your brother." Harry smirked.
"This is true." Chanse sighed is discussed.
"HEY!" Harry screamed and hit Chanse.
"Hey don't hit me," Chanse hit Harry back, "If I can stop bludgers with my bare hand, I don't think you can stop me little brother!" Chanse pushed Harry down on the ground and pinned him. "You'll never win." Chanse rolled her eyes and got up.
Chanse picked up her broom, off her bed and began to walk over to her suitcase to set her broom down by it, when Harry tackled her to the ground, "Never turn your back on your enemy." Harry pinned Chanse.
"Your greatest enemies are always someone you least expect." Chanse rolled her legs to her chest, and pushed Harry off of her, and he fell down on the ground.
"KIDS GO TO BED!" Heather screamed from down the hall.
"Mom it's only," Chanse looked at the clock, "Ok we're going."
Chanse quickly set her broom down by her bags, and changed into her pajamas. "Chanse what time is it?" Harry laughed as he stripped down into his boxers.
"Eleven."
"Oh."
They crawled into their beds, and went to bed ready for the day that awaited them the next morning....
"Chanse, Harry, get up or we'll be late." Tom yelled as he flipped the bacon in the skillet.
Heather walked over to the window holding a whole frozen turkey, "Nora, if you go wake Harry and Chanse up I'll give you this turkey."
Nora ran over to the window and began to whine for the turkey, "Not till you wake them up." Heather pulled the turkey back inside. Nora snorted her nostrils and then flew up into the sky to wake Chanse and Harry up.
"You really shouldn't tease her like that." Tom laughed as he set down a plate of waffles.
"Who says I'm teasing her," Heather smirked as she poured milk into the glasses, "I plan on giving her the turkey."
"Ok you shouldn't spoil her like that."
"One turkey won't hurt her."
"Fine." Tom sighed.
"Wow it feels really hot in here." Chanse tossed off her covers, and took a deep breath in...and started coughing.
"HARRY!"
"WHAT?!" Harry screamed as he sat up.
"FIRE!"
Chanse and Harry jumped out of bed and ran out of their rooms, and down into the kitchen, "Mom, dad, come on," Chanse tugged on her mom's arm, while Harry tugged on Tom's arm.
"What's wrong you guys?" Tom laughed.
"There's a fire in our room!" Chanse screamed as she tugged on her mom harder.
"OH MERLIN!" Tom yelled as he started running upstairs.
"Tom." Heather laughed quietly.
"What?!" Tom shouted.
"That was Nora, just creating smoke to get the kids out of bed, seeing how they wouldn't before." Heather smirked at Chanse and Harry, whose mouths were wide open.
"Mom how could you?!" Chanse gasped as she tossed a waffle on her plate.
Heather smiled at Chanse and picked up the turkey and tossed it in Nora's mouth, "Thank you Nora, enjoy that turkey." Heather smiled and then turned back to Chanse, "Well you guys would be late if you were in bed any longer."
Chanse rolled her eyes and went back to eating her waffle. "Now Chanse you still need to take a shower, and Harry you can use Hagrid's shower, seeing how he isn't here anymore," Heather laughed, "we're leaving the house at seven sharp, which is in an hour."
"Is everything packed up?" Tom asked as he took a sip of his coffee, "Because I'm going to load all your suitcases in the car."
Chanse stood up and stretched, "I'm packed."
"I still have a couple of things I still need to pack, but that won't take me that long." Harry said as he walked out of the kitchen, "It'll take me about the time it will take Chanse to get ready to leave."
Chanse followed Harry out of the kitchen, "was that a challenge baby brother?" Chanse smirked.
"Maybe." Harry cocked his head to the side
"You're on." Chanse stuck her hand out.
"Fine if I win you stops calling me baby brother, and I get your broom."
"Baby brother let's wait to pull the big things out till the school year," Chanse laughed
"Fine, then you just stop calling me baby brother."
"And if I win you clean my broom before and after every Quidditch match."
"Fine."
"For the whole year."
"Well then if I win same goes for you."
"Let me get this straight if you win I stop calling you baby brother, and I clean your broom before and after every Quidditch match, right?"
"Right."
"Well then since I don't have a name you want me to stop saying or start saying to make it even clean my broom after every practice and match."
"Deal."
Harry gasped Chanse's hand in his and squeezed tightly. "And no finishing getting ready in the car." Harry shouted.
"Fine." Chanse rolled her eyes bitterly.
They both run off in different directions trying to beat the other one to getting done first.
Harry was out of the shower before Chanse, but he still had to pack all his belongs up and clean up how he looked.
Chanse got out of the shower ten minutes after Harry. She walked in her closet and looked around in It for the perfect outfit to wear. 'You're going to put a robe over it, so why does it matter?' Geno laughed in Chanse's head.
"Because I never change into my robes till the last minute." Chanse laughed from the closet. She looked around and finally decided on some jeans, a three quarter shirt, and a sweatshirt.
She pulled on her jeans, and pulled her shirt over her head. She walked over to her makeup area and quickly dab some eye shadow, and mascara on. She tossed them back in her makeup bag, pulled out her lip gloss and stuffed it in her pocket, and zipped up the makeup bag in her suitcase, "Dad I'm done with my suitcase." Chanse yelled.
In a few minutes Chanse's dad came upstairs and took her suitcase out of her room, and left her alone. Chanse looked around her room, it had pictures of Chanse's friends form Hogwarts and back in Maui, but it felt so lonely in her room.
She walked over to her door and looked down the hallway and saw her mom walking down the hall, "Mom is Harry even close to being ready?"
"Sort of," Heather laughed, as she kissed Chanse's forehead and went down stairs.
Chanse slightly smiled and then turned back around and walked back in her room. She took one last glance around and went around to her room and began to turn off all the lights in her room. The last light was her makeup area light. She walked in the room and clicked off the light and stared in the mirror.
She sat down in her chair and turned on a small light the barely lit her face. She pulled out her lip gloss and slowly ran it over her lips. Her eyes watched as she moved left, then right, and then back to the left.
When she was done she screwed on the cap, and smashed her lips together. She slowly stood up and placed her hand on the light switch but she caught a glimpse of herself. She slowly sat back down and stared at herself.
The longer she stared the louder and louder the voice in her head got, 'It's your last year.' It repeated over and over in Chanse's head, getting louder and louder with every second she stared.
Her eyes began to slowly fill with every inch of her face that she looked over. "This is my last year," she whispered softly.
She tightly squeezed her eyes closed, and hit the light switch.
She stood up and walked into her closet and looked around for a good sweatshirt to wear. She saw a huge pile of sweatshirt on a top shelf. She carefully pulled them all down on the floor, and a quaffle ball rolled across the ground when the pile hit the ground.
Chanse looked down at the quaffle and smiled at it and began to dig through the pile to find a good sweatshirt to wear. She pulled out the sweatshirt that Eve, Nikki, and Lin had bought for her, to always remember Hawaii and them, before she left to go back to England. "I can't leave this here." Chanse laughed as she tossed it out on top of Geno's cage.
'Watch it Chanse.' Geno squawked.
"Sorry Geno, I'm in a hurry."
She held up another, huge red and gold, cloak that had 'Quidditch' printed, in black, on the back, and a tiny picture of the Hogwarts seal (with the four houses) in the top left hand corner, with small black writing written underneath it. She pulled the cloak over her arms and picked up the quaffle and tossed it up in the air, "I can't wait for Quidditch this year." She laughed as she stopped tossing the quaffle.
She started to toss in on her bed but nodded her head and tucked it under her arm, and picked up all the other things she wanted to bring. She walked downstairs, "Come one Harry, time to go." She buttoned up the cloak and walked out to the car.
Harry finally came running down the stairs as fast as he could, without tripping, and ran out to he car, "Sorry." He huffed as he buckled his seatbelts.
"It's ok sweetie." Heather laughed.
"Hey Chanse, where'd you get the Quidditch cloak from? You're not part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, only they get those."
"Oliver sent his to me when he was on vacation in Bulgaria...thus the name Oliver Wood printed under the seal." Chanse smirked as she looked down at the name, printed in black.
"Yeah, what was it that he said that just made me melt?" Heather quickly asked.
"Have my Quidditch cloak to keep you warm while I can't...I love you Chanse, see you soon." Chanse slowly trailed off.
"Wow you memorized what he said?" Harry laughed, "That's pathetic."
"Actually," Chanse tossed an opened letter at Harry, "the letter was still in here." Chanse smirked.
They finally reached the train station and Chanse and Harry went through the long good-bye from Heather, which Chanse went through the year before.
When that was all over with Chanse and Harry went through the other side of the platform and stood on platform nine and three quarters, just like the year before for Chanse...but this was her last year.
~THE END~
Ok, so now just wait for the sequel...