Well, I think if I just send the chapters to my friend and have her post them, the weirdo things will not be a problem. I liked that chapter. ^_^ Okay, we're almost done here. And soon enough you will find out where the title came from! Hurray! Right. Reviews are mega-cool, so please review and tell me if this story strikes you as extraordinary. I'm exaggerating, but still. Reviews make me happy. Disclaimer: Weezer owns "Only in Dreams."

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Back at the dorm, Chloe had been even more subdued than usual, but Jane and Stella had had enough of leaving her alone. They chatted all about the things they'd been chatting about for the past few months, what kind of jobs they were going to get, their last day at Hogwarts being the next day, reminiscing about everything they'd ever done there.

Finally, as the last girls in the dorm went to sleep, Stella and Jane told Chloe about a party the guys were throwing in their dorm, and they asked her if she'd like to come. She turned them down. It might have been fun had it been any other night, but she knew it would be useless to go. It would only worsen any heavy thoughts on her mind. They prodded, but she persisted, so they changed into more comfortable clothes and left, quietly complaining the entire time.

She watched them leave; then she put her head back onto her pillow. She pulled her wand from the folds of her robes, holding it in her hand for a moment before charming it to play "Only in Dreams," another Weezer song. A small wisp of pink smoke issued from her wand before fading away as the song started to play.

"You can't resist her," she followed along in her head, "she's in your bones. She is your marrow and your ride home. You can't avoid her; she's in the air between the molecules of oxygen and carbon dioxide. Only in dreams, we see what it means, reach out our hands, hold on to hers, but when we wake, it's all been erased. And so it seems, only in dreams. You walk up to her - ask her to dance. She says, 'Hey, baby, I just might take the chance.' You say it's a good thing that you float in the air; that way there's no way that I will crush your pretty toenails into a thousand pieces. Only in dreams we see what it means, reach out our hands, hold on to hers, but when we wake, it's all been erased. And so it seems, only in dreams." She kept listening, imagining the first time she and Sirius had danced.

It warmed her heart to remember his comforting embrace. She was surprised to find that there was no more pain, no sadness. There was only the memory of how good she'd felt just being with him. She slowly drifted off to sleep with that feeling resonating through her.

She woke up about the same time as Stella and Jane did, and they all got dressed and went down to breakfast together. They savored their last day, talking to all the other seventh years, even those in other houses. They trekked all over the castle and outside on the grounds. They said tearful goodbyes to their favorite teachers and Hagrid, whom Chloe had particularly liked.

In the afternoon, a whole bunch of the Gryffindor seventh years went out to the lake, and they all played games and talked and laughed, everything was wonderful. It was the first time in days Chloe had felt so full of life. She felt like herself again. As the sun began to dip, almost touching the lake, everyone went back inside to get ready for the feast. Chloe, Stella, and Jane all changed into their finest robes and went down to the Great Hall, arms linked. Some other seventh year girls, some smiling, some weeping, joined them, and they entered the Hall in something like a huddle.

Chloe and the others listened quietly to Dumbledore's speech, but Chloe didn't hear. It was just words out of the mouth of a professor she'd never have again. After tonight, she wouldn't belong there anymore, and it was a strange feeling. She imagined that it wouldn't really sink in for about a month, anyway.

She thought about her summer instead, which she'd be spending a lot of with Jane and Stella. Their father had hired her to work at their shop over the summer. She was going to save up every knut she made and use it to buy her own apartment in London, maybe somewhere near Diagon Alley. Anything was fine as long as it wasn't with her mother.

The feast began, and everybody tucked in as they'd been told. It was the most Chloe had eaten all that week, and she shoveled down food greedily. Eventually things began to wind down. She and her friends lingered, talking after they'd finished eating with the others left at the table. Finally, they all went back to the dorm. When they pushed through the portrait, Chloe last in line (to her disgruntlement), she stood up to find a gaggle of seventh year girls and boys saying "Surprise!" and wishing her a happy birthday. For the first time that week, she cried tears of happiness.

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One chapter left, guys! Can you just feel the excitement? I know I can! Alright, that's enough. To see what happens to Chloe, you'll just have to read the next chapter! It's not actually that suspenseful. I'm just being silly. Okay, review if you liked it!