A/N Nope, Still don't own anything. If you would like to give me something to own, please e-mail me for shipping directions.
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It's hard to be caught in the middle, you know? Trying to make sure that your parents don't find out about the mayhem going on in the Wizarding world, while at the same time trying to make sure you're kept as up to date as possible? C'mon, now. That's a full time job.
Seamus was great about keeping me updated over the last holiday, though. He was the best mate a guy could ask for, sending my copies of the Prophet he nicked from his Mum's bin and then owling it over after my parents were asleep. He even helped me come up with a few believable stories about what happened at the end of school fourth year.
My parents may be Muggles, but they are far from dim. Not that it would have taken a genius to figure out something was wrong.
When they came to pick me up at the platform, both of them commented on how subdued the students were. That was their nice and polite way of asking what the heck had happened that I hadn't written and told them about. I told them about Cedric Diggory's death, but I didn't tell them everything.
What good would it have done, anyway? They would have worried over nothing and it wouldn't have done any good at all. Much better they think it was an accident.
It took a great deal of effort on both our parts (Seamus' and mine) to get back to school. My problem was keeping the parent's in the dark about an impending war when they KNEW I wasn't telling them everything, but Seamus' Mum already knew and was dead set against him coming back. Got it into her head that Dumbledore'd gone mad and Harry was dangerous.
Not that Harry is the safest person in the world to be around, but it's not as if it's his fault. I think trouble just naturally comes to him. And Dumbledore is just. . . Dumbledore. Sure, he's a bit daft and always has been far as I can see, but he's still the best we've got.
I was worried about Seamus and Harry for a bit, there, at the beginning of the year. I've always liked Harry, he's a good bloke, but Seamus had been listening to his Mum all summer, and she could persuade Snape to tapdance starkers if she was around him for a few hours. That first night in the dorm I thought they were going to come to blows.
Luckily, Ron and Neville and I talked some sense into the two of them, but it was a nasty situation there for a while. They wouldn't even look at each other, which is no easy trick when you share a dorm.
After a while, Seamus started coming to the D.A. meetings with me. He said it was because his Mum would be madder at him for failing his O.W.L. than for associating with Harry, but I think it was because he started really thinking about everything that was going on instead of getting his information second hand from the Prophet.
I think Seamus even eventually wrote his Mum and told her how Harry really is and that she should be getting ready in case anything happened. Took him long enough, but that's how he is. Once he decides on something, it takes a miracle to change his mind.
Sure, I am scared about what's going to happen. I went to see Hermione and Ron in the infirmary and they didn't look ready to run a marathon by any means. I don't think anyone with half a lick of sense isn't a tad nervous about what's going on. Even the Prophet is starting to report some real news instead of the tabloid press it was sending out last holiday.
But we can't let it beat us. That's how You-Know-Who works, I think. By making everyone so scared that they can't think. Can't fight any more.
Can't live any more.
So, I am bound and determined to not let him get to me. It's a mental game of chess, and while I'm no Ron Weasely, I'm not half bad. And I have a plan.
This holiday, I am going to do exactly what I always do. Whatever I want. I have a family trip to Spain planned, a week with Seamus's family and tickets to see West Ham play football. What could be better than that?
Seamus is already coming to see West Ham play a few times. Maybe I'll see if Harry and Ron and Neville want to come to a match. Make it an act of rebellion by the Gryffindor boys. Show him we don't scare easy.
Make sure he knows we're going to beat him in the end.
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It's hard to be caught in the middle, you know? Trying to make sure that your parents don't find out about the mayhem going on in the Wizarding world, while at the same time trying to make sure you're kept as up to date as possible? C'mon, now. That's a full time job.
Seamus was great about keeping me updated over the last holiday, though. He was the best mate a guy could ask for, sending my copies of the Prophet he nicked from his Mum's bin and then owling it over after my parents were asleep. He even helped me come up with a few believable stories about what happened at the end of school fourth year.
My parents may be Muggles, but they are far from dim. Not that it would have taken a genius to figure out something was wrong.
When they came to pick me up at the platform, both of them commented on how subdued the students were. That was their nice and polite way of asking what the heck had happened that I hadn't written and told them about. I told them about Cedric Diggory's death, but I didn't tell them everything.
What good would it have done, anyway? They would have worried over nothing and it wouldn't have done any good at all. Much better they think it was an accident.
It took a great deal of effort on both our parts (Seamus' and mine) to get back to school. My problem was keeping the parent's in the dark about an impending war when they KNEW I wasn't telling them everything, but Seamus' Mum already knew and was dead set against him coming back. Got it into her head that Dumbledore'd gone mad and Harry was dangerous.
Not that Harry is the safest person in the world to be around, but it's not as if it's his fault. I think trouble just naturally comes to him. And Dumbledore is just. . . Dumbledore. Sure, he's a bit daft and always has been far as I can see, but he's still the best we've got.
I was worried about Seamus and Harry for a bit, there, at the beginning of the year. I've always liked Harry, he's a good bloke, but Seamus had been listening to his Mum all summer, and she could persuade Snape to tapdance starkers if she was around him for a few hours. That first night in the dorm I thought they were going to come to blows.
Luckily, Ron and Neville and I talked some sense into the two of them, but it was a nasty situation there for a while. They wouldn't even look at each other, which is no easy trick when you share a dorm.
After a while, Seamus started coming to the D.A. meetings with me. He said it was because his Mum would be madder at him for failing his O.W.L. than for associating with Harry, but I think it was because he started really thinking about everything that was going on instead of getting his information second hand from the Prophet.
I think Seamus even eventually wrote his Mum and told her how Harry really is and that she should be getting ready in case anything happened. Took him long enough, but that's how he is. Once he decides on something, it takes a miracle to change his mind.
Sure, I am scared about what's going to happen. I went to see Hermione and Ron in the infirmary and they didn't look ready to run a marathon by any means. I don't think anyone with half a lick of sense isn't a tad nervous about what's going on. Even the Prophet is starting to report some real news instead of the tabloid press it was sending out last holiday.
But we can't let it beat us. That's how You-Know-Who works, I think. By making everyone so scared that they can't think. Can't fight any more.
Can't live any more.
So, I am bound and determined to not let him get to me. It's a mental game of chess, and while I'm no Ron Weasely, I'm not half bad. And I have a plan.
This holiday, I am going to do exactly what I always do. Whatever I want. I have a family trip to Spain planned, a week with Seamus's family and tickets to see West Ham play football. What could be better than that?
Seamus is already coming to see West Ham play a few times. Maybe I'll see if Harry and Ron and Neville want to come to a match. Make it an act of rebellion by the Gryffindor boys. Show him we don't scare easy.
Make sure he knows we're going to beat him in the end.