CHAPTER 5
DEAD FISH

Julius sat at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, looking around
at all the people and their doings. This was the last day he would ever
stay at Hogwarts. It was a grand school, but he knew he wouldn't be there
if his parent's hadn't been killed. He wanted to spend as much time with
Cleo as humanly possible, but after he told her about his new job, she
immediately wanted to end their relationship. She thought that he would
rather pursue his dreams than be around her, which he did. He thought
that he could do both at the same time, but to Cleo that was impossible.
He either would spend all his days with her or he would not spend any of
his days near her. It was just a girl thing, Julius thought. He hopped
she would get over it, for it was not that big of a deal. Besides, there
were always more fish in the sea...

"May I have your attention, please", exclaimed Dumbledore. "I have a
few announcements to make before our end-of-the-year celebration. Due to
their...uh...excellent Quidditch skills, this year the Quidditch Cup goes to
Slytherin!" Suddenly, all the Slytherin Quidditch players, dressed in
their Quidditch robes, ran up to Dumbledore and yanked the cup out of his
hand. The Slytherin team, and only the Slytherin team, clapped and
cheered for their victory. The Slytherin players made lots of faces at
the crowd and pointed at a lot of the Quidditch players (not me,
thankfully) before Dumbledore shooed them off.

"Now", said Dumbledore, "I shall announce all the House Cup winners.
In fourth place with 150 points, Hufflepuff". We pretended like we were
happy that we at least got some points by clapping really lowly, but we
really just wanted to beat the hell out of whoever beat us. "Coming in
third extremely close to Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw with 155 points". The
Ravenclaws then clapped a little harder than us, thanking the one person
who gave them the extra five points that made them better than us. "In
second place with a striking 235 points, Griffindor". The Griffindors
cheered somewhat, for we all new who were going to get first. "Now, in
first place, with 260 points, Slytherin". The Slytherins then cheered
mightily (some screamed, in fact) and jumped up and down. They only
exaggerated their happiness so that we would be envious of them, which we
were. The Slytherin head boy, Hedricus Johnson, ran up, grabbed the cup,
and held it up so high that the people in astronomy tower could probably
see.

"Okay", exclaimed Dumbledore. "That is enough. Now, many of you still
have many more years of Hogwarts to enjoy. However, there are still some
of you who might never walk these halls again. To the class of 1987, wish
you the best of luck in all your travels, especially the ones who are
going to be doing much traveling. BON VOYAGE!" Dumbledore then raised his
cup up, and suddenly everyone threw their pointy hats into the air and
cheered. Julius threw his hat weakly into the air, for he wasn't too
happy. After the ceremony, several students went to their dormitories and
grabbed all their belongings. After Julius grabbed his trunk, he walked
out of the dormitory and was about to walk out of the great hall when
Dumbledore stopped him.

"So, Julius", said Dumbledore. "Where are you going from here?"

"I'm going to be in an apartment in the Leaky Cauldron for a week",
said Julius. "Then I shall go to the DADMC academy in Paris for a while."

"That's great", said Dumbledore. "You're managing your life in a great
manner. How's that girl of yours? How did she react to the news?"

"She doesn't want to be a part of my life anymore", sighed Julius.
"Either I spend my life with her or she will not be a part of my life".

"Then she isn't worth having", said Dumbledore. "If she won't let you
grasp your dreams and become who you were meant to be, do not let her be
a part of you. Try to find someone who will embrace your dreams and find
time to do both. That is someone who truly loves you". Julius
contemplated what Dumbledore was saying. He had always thought that Cleo
loved him, but this made everything different. She was always there for
him and she always did everything she possibly could for his well being,
but according to Dumbledore, she wasn't worth it. But she was! He loved
her. He cared for her. But what did she do in return? Put down his choice
to become something in the world.

"I guess", said Julius.

"I know you will become a great man. Madame Promfrey even predicts it.
Well, it is time you get going. Best of luck in the future". Dumbledore
and Julius then shook hands. Julius grabbed his bag and then ran towards
the Hogwarts Express, for he heard the tooting of the train, which meant
it was time to go. He was luckily able to get on the train right before
it left, and he actually got to be able to sit next to some of his
Quidditch-mates instead of some Slytherin kids.

"How is it like?" asked Jamie O'Brien, one of the Quidditch players.
"To leave school for you?"

"It's not that sad", said Julius. "I only spent three years hear, and
it was all because my parents died. Besides, I have a great job ahead of
me."

"But how can you not miss being in those grand halls every day?" asked
Jamie. "It's mystifying. I will never live in such a grand place again."
Julius thought the same thing. Hogwarts was luxurious and mystifying.
However, he had a life ahead of him. Life would go on. Thus ended the
childhood of Julius Logan.

Cleo Anderton got off Platform 9 ¾ with a heavy heart and a butt load
of luggage. She couldn't believe that Julius abandoned her like that. How
dare he! He would be going on adventures every once and a while having
lots of fun having revenge while she would have to see Snape's face for a
couple more years. However, he was making a man of himself, getting a
good job he likes that brings in the Galleons... but what about her? Didn't
he care?

But maybe it was her fault! Maybe she overreacted. She didn't even
tell him where to send the owl to! It was all her fault! They might never
meet again. Suddenly, a cat ran up to her out of the blue and began to
rub against her while purring.

"Hey, kitty cat!" exclaimed Cleo. "Are you lost? I'll take you to lost
and found, okay? Suddenly, the cat transformed into a man, whipped out a
wand, and tackled Cleo. She couldn't see his face, for he had a mask on,
and he was holding a wand against her throat.

"Hello, pretty lady", said the man. "Want to come out and play?" Those
were the last words she would hear for a long, long time.