Author's Note: This extremely short chapter (the last chapter made up for this one's shortness!) is set in Lavender's POV. Just so you don't get all confused. Merry Christmas J !
(By the way, just in case we have some straaaaaaaaange people reading this who don't understand it, getting "pissed off" at someone is getting angry at them.)
Dear Diary,
Harry can do magic without a wand. With just his mind and his eyes. I'm scared. Not even you-know-who or Dumbledore has that kind of power, and I thought they were supposed to be the best wizards in the world. Obviously not. Now that Harry Potter is here. I wonder if he's told Dumbledore? He should. Dumbledore needs to know. …Harry doesn't know that I know! I forgot about that. Oh dear…I wonder if he'll be pissed off at me if I tell him I was…spying on him. Ok, I'm getting ahead of myself here. Here's what happened:
The other day, I was just doing my homework in the common room, when Ron walked over to me. I looked up, and realised that he and Harry were the only other people in the room. Harry was sitting in a corner, looking over at me and Ron. Ron said to me, "Lavender, I don't wanna be rude, but Harry's feeling really upset, and I need to talk to him alone." Ron gave me a "look" so I looked over at Harry, nodded, and left the common room.
But I'm not stupid. When I looked at Harry, I could tell he wasn't upset or having a breakdown or whatever. He was fine. Just seemed confused. Possibly at what Ron was telling me to get me out of there. I went over to the girl's stairs which are just out of view, and sat down on one of the steps. Suddenly I heard Harry shout something. He was angry that Ron had told me he was upset. Why would he care if I thought he still had breakdowns over Hermione? Well, anyway…
I poked my head round the corner, and although I couldn't hear too well, I could see that Ron was sitting down and Harry was standing, frowning, as if whatever he was trying to say was really difficult for him. Then, he looked over at a table, and I saw there was a chess board on it. The next thing I knew, a chess piece was flying over to Harry's hand!
He never said anything! He never even moved! And I could see that he certainly didn't have his wand with him! Ron walked over to him and they talked for a little bit, I don't know what about. Then Harry looked over at the fire place and the next thing I knew it was alight.
I couldn't believe it! Coming from a muggle family, when I first had my letter, all those years ago, I was in disbelief enough when I realised we could make things happen by simply pointing a stick at something and muttering a few words. But I never knew that there were wizards like Harry. I don't think Harry knew there were wizards like him. Maybe there aren't.
Anyway, Harry and Ron talked for a bit, and I wanted to know what, so carefully, I edged forward a few steps, and poked my head right forward to hear. Apparently Harry's realised he could do this since the summer. I'm surprised the Ministry didn't send him a letter of warning or whatever, for lighting his fire place. Though, I suppose it was an accident.
I was so caught up in my thoughts, that I don't know what happened next, but I looked back over at Harry and there was a rabbit sitting in his hand! Did he do that? I certainly wouldn't be surprised.
I listened intently to their conversation, and frankly, I am very confused.
Ron told Harry he had to tell Dumbledore. Well, I understand that. Dumbledore's like our witchy-mentor-friend. He should tell Dumbledore. Unless he has already. But then Harry said, in these exact words, "I know. I owe it to them to help."
Help? Help with what?
Then Harry and Ron stood to go, and I scuttled up here. I was going to write in you last night, but I was too tired, and too confused.
What the hell is going on? Something's going on, and I know it's none of my business, but I wanna know what it is.
And if it's to do with Harry…
I care about Harry. We all do. I don't want him to, like, get hurt or anything.
Now don't get me wrong, I do not, DO NOT, fancy Harry or anything like that. He's a good friend. Since Hermione died (may she rest in peace) we've become a lot closer. I don't wanna lose that! I've already lost Hermione…
No one really understood mine and Hermione's and Parvati's relationship. We were all really close. A lot closer than anyone thought. Me and Parvati knew that Hermione was closer to Harry and Ron, but we used to stay up late and talk for ages, about things Hermione felt she couldn't tell the boys.
Parvati and I were the first to know Hermione thought she had stronger feelings for Harry. Even before Ron. AND we were the ones who told Ron and set the two up.
I really miss her…
But, me and Parvati have agreed with each other that we won't lose our heads over this. Hermione was a very brave girl, standing up to you-know-who for the one she loved. That was so beautiful what she did. I just hope she's in a better place now.
I've got to talk to Harry. I know he might be a bit pissed that I kind of spied on him, but I won't tell anyone. I haven't even told Parvati.
They're all at a Quidditch match right now. I should be there, supporting them. But I just can't face him right now.
I'm gonna talk to him tomorrow. I'll tell you how it went.
Night,
Lavender