One Year Later
"Whoa... did you read your letter yet, Harry?"
Ron stared in amazement at his letter from school.
"No... why?" Harry said through a mouthful of eggs.
"Trelawney's dead."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"How'd that happen?"
"Died in her sleep."
"She got hers, the fraudulent bat!" said Hermione shrilly, and Kiya laughed.
Gathered around the table in Grimmauld Place, they were eating breakfast hastily. It was their first day of term, and they were hurrying about the place, doing last-minute packing and getting dressed and such. Luckily, they had all passed their Apparition tests except for Ginny, who was being taken to the Platform by her parents. Mrs. Weasley frowned at Hermione's comment, but said nothing. She continued packing Ginny's things.
Kiya finished her breakfast and collected all the dirty plates, taking them to the kitchen and starting to wash them.
"No time for that," said Mr. Weasley hurriedly, pushing trunks at people. "Come on now, we need to go. Get your things!"
"Will you be alright going alone?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously, wringing her hands and gazing wistfully at the four eldest.
"We'll be fine, Mum," answered Ron for the rest of them, taking hold of his truck as his mother hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. He Disapparated with a loud crack.
As they all received the same hugs, they Disapparated after Ron and appeared at Platform 9 3/4.
The scarlet steam engine was gleaming magnificently, and they were early. They put their luggage on the train and secured a compartment before going back out and socializing with various friends. Almost too late, Ginny arrived with her parents, and they all got on the train.
Dean peeked into their compartment with a smile just as they started moving. Ginny giggled menacingly and dashed out of the compartment, and they sought an empty compartment. Ron growled ominously, knowing what Dean's purpose was.
"Can you wait for the feast, Ron?" Harry asked, intending on getting Ron's thoughts off of his little sister.
"Yeah," said Ron with a smile. "Feast. Can't wait. It's gonna be great." He rubbed his stomach absently.
Kiya grinned and leaned back against the wall, resting her legs over Harry's lap. This made Harry think about things again.
He had been dating Kiya since that kiss before his sixth year. She had become a far sweeter, happier and more affectionate person over that time. She still got in her low spots, but other than that she was the perfect companion. In those times when Harry felt like he needed to be in someone's company, but then needed to get away once he was, Kiya was there. She acted as though she weren't there, but was, and that comforted Harry sometimes. He knew she was giving him his space when he needed it but was still close to him. He could tell her close to anything.
Hermione and Ron had finally admitted that they practically loved each other, and were now dating. Hermione had become very good friends with Kiya, and they were constantly together when they weren't with Harry and Ron on dates or something.
Now, it was their seventh year. Wondering who would be taking Trelawney's place, or if the subject would be eliminated entirely, they sat talking to each other vaguely. They looked forward to two new teachers this year, one for Divination (if the subject remained, which it might not) and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Harry was snapped from his musings as two hysterical, sobbing figures stumbled past their compartment.
"Patil and Brown," sighed Kiya, shaking her head and taking out a magazine about Quidditch. She had a tendency to call people by their last names, due to being the new Keeper on the Quidditch team. Ron had retired to Chaser, and was doing much better. "They're crazy about her... wonder how long this is going to last."
"I'm willing to wager they hold an immediate grudge against the new teacher," said Hermione without looking up from her book.
"Psh, yeah, I bet," snickered Ron. "They were way too attatched, if you ask me."
The train ride was long and dull. Ginny never returned to their compartment, but several D.A. members stopped by, greeting them cheerily-- or not so cheerily.
When Cho popped in to say hello, she was displeased to find Kiya in the compartment. Cho openly disliked Kiya, and Kiya didn't care.
"Hi, Harry," said Cho, though she was staring at Kiya as though she was something nasty she had stepped in.
"Hi," muttered Harry.
"'Lo, Chang," said Kiya jovially, catching hold of her Chocolate Frog as it struggled to hop away.
Cho's response was a closed door.
Kiya sighed.
"It's a good thing I don't care," she said dryly, leaning back and staring out the window-- well, more like at it. The corners were all frosted and the glass had become dark and foggy. The train began to slow.
"At last!" Ron was impatiently heard to gasp. "Can't wait for the feast..."
Hermione rolled her eyes, putting her book away.
Soon, the train came to a complete stop.
Dashing through the bitterly cold, lashing wind, they quickly hopped into a carriage.
"it's cold," Kiya complained, wrapping her cloak more tightly about herself and snuggling close to Harry. He put an arm around her, sighing with a smile.
"Just not used to the weather yet," he said. She shot him a sideways glance.
"It's not cold at home," she muttered.
"We go through this every year." said Ron.
"'Every year' has been last year and this year, Ron." Hermione told him.
"Oh well," he grumbled.
The carriage bumbled to a stop, and they all ran to the castle as quickly as they could, taking their place near the back of the accumulating crowd of students. A familiar voice boomed out over the howling wind.
"Firs' years, over 'ere! Firs' years, this way!"
"Hello, Hagrid!" called Harry, waving. Hermione and Ron followed suit.
"All righ' there, 'Arry?" Hagrid returned, and then resumed summoning first year students.
All sprinting to get inside, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Kiya secured seats at the Gryffindor Table. They looked eagerly up to the table for the professors...
"Whoa... did you read your letter yet, Harry?"
Ron stared in amazement at his letter from school.
"No... why?" Harry said through a mouthful of eggs.
"Trelawney's dead."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"How'd that happen?"
"Died in her sleep."
"She got hers, the fraudulent bat!" said Hermione shrilly, and Kiya laughed.
Gathered around the table in Grimmauld Place, they were eating breakfast hastily. It was their first day of term, and they were hurrying about the place, doing last-minute packing and getting dressed and such. Luckily, they had all passed their Apparition tests except for Ginny, who was being taken to the Platform by her parents. Mrs. Weasley frowned at Hermione's comment, but said nothing. She continued packing Ginny's things.
Kiya finished her breakfast and collected all the dirty plates, taking them to the kitchen and starting to wash them.
"No time for that," said Mr. Weasley hurriedly, pushing trunks at people. "Come on now, we need to go. Get your things!"
"Will you be alright going alone?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously, wringing her hands and gazing wistfully at the four eldest.
"We'll be fine, Mum," answered Ron for the rest of them, taking hold of his truck as his mother hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. He Disapparated with a loud crack.
As they all received the same hugs, they Disapparated after Ron and appeared at Platform 9 3/4.
The scarlet steam engine was gleaming magnificently, and they were early. They put their luggage on the train and secured a compartment before going back out and socializing with various friends. Almost too late, Ginny arrived with her parents, and they all got on the train.
Dean peeked into their compartment with a smile just as they started moving. Ginny giggled menacingly and dashed out of the compartment, and they sought an empty compartment. Ron growled ominously, knowing what Dean's purpose was.
"Can you wait for the feast, Ron?" Harry asked, intending on getting Ron's thoughts off of his little sister.
"Yeah," said Ron with a smile. "Feast. Can't wait. It's gonna be great." He rubbed his stomach absently.
Kiya grinned and leaned back against the wall, resting her legs over Harry's lap. This made Harry think about things again.
He had been dating Kiya since that kiss before his sixth year. She had become a far sweeter, happier and more affectionate person over that time. She still got in her low spots, but other than that she was the perfect companion. In those times when Harry felt like he needed to be in someone's company, but then needed to get away once he was, Kiya was there. She acted as though she weren't there, but was, and that comforted Harry sometimes. He knew she was giving him his space when he needed it but was still close to him. He could tell her close to anything.
Hermione and Ron had finally admitted that they practically loved each other, and were now dating. Hermione had become very good friends with Kiya, and they were constantly together when they weren't with Harry and Ron on dates or something.
Now, it was their seventh year. Wondering who would be taking Trelawney's place, or if the subject would be eliminated entirely, they sat talking to each other vaguely. They looked forward to two new teachers this year, one for Divination (if the subject remained, which it might not) and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Harry was snapped from his musings as two hysterical, sobbing figures stumbled past their compartment.
"Patil and Brown," sighed Kiya, shaking her head and taking out a magazine about Quidditch. She had a tendency to call people by their last names, due to being the new Keeper on the Quidditch team. Ron had retired to Chaser, and was doing much better. "They're crazy about her... wonder how long this is going to last."
"I'm willing to wager they hold an immediate grudge against the new teacher," said Hermione without looking up from her book.
"Psh, yeah, I bet," snickered Ron. "They were way too attatched, if you ask me."
The train ride was long and dull. Ginny never returned to their compartment, but several D.A. members stopped by, greeting them cheerily-- or not so cheerily.
When Cho popped in to say hello, she was displeased to find Kiya in the compartment. Cho openly disliked Kiya, and Kiya didn't care.
"Hi, Harry," said Cho, though she was staring at Kiya as though she was something nasty she had stepped in.
"Hi," muttered Harry.
"'Lo, Chang," said Kiya jovially, catching hold of her Chocolate Frog as it struggled to hop away.
Cho's response was a closed door.
Kiya sighed.
"It's a good thing I don't care," she said dryly, leaning back and staring out the window-- well, more like at it. The corners were all frosted and the glass had become dark and foggy. The train began to slow.
"At last!" Ron was impatiently heard to gasp. "Can't wait for the feast..."
Hermione rolled her eyes, putting her book away.
Soon, the train came to a complete stop.
Dashing through the bitterly cold, lashing wind, they quickly hopped into a carriage.
"it's cold," Kiya complained, wrapping her cloak more tightly about herself and snuggling close to Harry. He put an arm around her, sighing with a smile.
"Just not used to the weather yet," he said. She shot him a sideways glance.
"It's not cold at home," she muttered.
"We go through this every year." said Ron.
"'Every year' has been last year and this year, Ron." Hermione told him.
"Oh well," he grumbled.
The carriage bumbled to a stop, and they all ran to the castle as quickly as they could, taking their place near the back of the accumulating crowd of students. A familiar voice boomed out over the howling wind.
"Firs' years, over 'ere! Firs' years, this way!"
"Hello, Hagrid!" called Harry, waving. Hermione and Ron followed suit.
"All righ' there, 'Arry?" Hagrid returned, and then resumed summoning first year students.
All sprinting to get inside, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Kiya secured seats at the Gryffindor Table. They looked eagerly up to the table for the professors...