Chapter 33
"Oh, Hermione, it's just too cliché! I mean falling for your best friends especially when he's involved with someone else. Someone he apparently cares about if he keeps going back to her."
Daisy voice carried down the girls' stairs. Harry looked up when he first heard he words, and then his heart sank. She didn't think Hermione should be with Ron because of the situation was so cliché. She didn't seem happy about it of course, but still this was the advice she was giving her best girl friend.
Harry couldn't help hoping she'd adopt a 'do as I say, not as I do' policy. But hadn't she already turned him down before? He was not about to put himself through that again!
And now he now knew he couldn't be without her friendship. He could understand why she held that friendship in such high regards. Maybe, given time, she'd come around.
Her voice was cut off though when the two girls came down far enough to see him.
"Harry!" Hermoine said in surprise. "I thought everyone when down already."
"Just he to pick up strays. You're the last two. Don't worry, Ron's down stairs."
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Hermoine asked.
Daisy shoved her with her elbow. "He must have heard us talking. About you and Ron!"
"Oh," Hermoine said catching on. "Oh, yes, yes of course
Ron. But don't fret about me, Harry I can handle it." But she was looking at Daisy as she said that.
"Well, shall we ladies?" Harry said and offered an arm to his two best girl friends.
"How very gallant, Harry," Hermoine said.
"How terribly cliché," Daisy rolling her eyes, but still taking the offered arm.
"So do you think we'll win the House Cup? Slytherin was awful close," Hermione said.
"Very funny, Herm. You think they magically got 150 points! In one night?" Daisy asked.
"It's been know to happen," Harry said absently, he was getting a splitting headache.
"Only for you Wonderboy. And you need your hair cut again," Daisy answered.
"Who are you, my Aunt Petunia?"
"Oh, low blow, Harry, very low," Daisy laughed but Harry didn't seem to react at all.
Until he went completely limp. If the Girls hadn't still been holding each arm lightly, he'd have fallen to the floor. The lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead was a livid pink.
"Hermoine, what's wrong with him?" Daisy asked with a note of panic.
"What's usually wring with you when you do this? Look at his scar, it's a vision."
"Voldemort."
Hermoine nodded. "I'll get help. Is there anything you can do for him?"
Daisy nodded. "I'll go make sue he's all right."
"How?" Hermoine asked before she dashed off.
Daisy didn't answer. She laid Harry flat on the floor and sat next to him, taking his hand in hers and closing her eyes.
Harry found himself in darkened, cold room. It was so cold here. Harry looked around for the person he knew he'd see, Voldemort.
He wasn't disappointed. Standing in the center of the room, a look of fury on his face was the man called Lord Voldemort. He looked much different then last year. Apparently he wasn't just regrouping his followers, he was regrouping himself. The man in the middle of the room look much more like the Tom Riddle Harry remembered from second year. He had regrown his thick black hair. His form had filled out. He began to pace the room. Harry saw a flash of his still red eyes; his flat serpentine face was still. Reminiscent of a snake, but he looked more handsome. Too handsome actually, it was inhuman perfection. And his Voice was different, deeper, more alive, more terrifying. It sent chills down Harry's spine when he spoke. What he said didn't help either. He appeared to be speaking to a crumpled figure on the floor.
"I want the Seeress, Timoldi! Your foolishness, your lack of control cost me that!"
"I, I am sorry my Lord," the pitiful pile of robes said.
"That is not enough, Vincent. You must pay for your mistake. Crucio!" he hissed out the last word.
Vince wriggled and screamed on the floor. Harry couldn't help thinking the slug was getting off light.
"And Potter!" Voldemort said vehemently. "You pushed the boy too far! I told you not to do anything to anger the boy!"
As Vince was hit with another Cruciatus Curse, Harry was aware of another presence with him. Daisy took his hand and laced their fingers together.
"What did I miss?" she asked.
"Only more of that," Harry said pointing and the wriggling Death Eater. He felt her hand tighten in his.
Voldemort was pacing around Vince again, when a Belle spoke from a hidden chair.
"Is this really accomplishing anything my Lord? Don't misunderstand, I'd torture him myself, but is there a reason?"
"My dear, I have a reason for every thing. Did you know Potter feels great pain when I am extremely angry? Of course you did, you told me. I want him to feel this! Harry should know. He should know I'm coming. I'm nearly ready now to begin. I will destroy the feeble family he has built for himself. Starting with your sister, then the Weasley boy will be mine, perhaps the girl too, if she proves of some use, and I will dangle mudblood by a hook before I kill her!
"Do you hear me Potter?" Another Cruciatus Curse hit Vince, then another and another. Finally Voldemort was just pointing his wand at the pathetic creature as he cackled madly and screamed. "I will take them all, and you know such pains as even I can scarcely imagine!"
Daisy had had enough of this. Harry seemed to be stuck, but she could pull them out. She held fast to Harry's hand and concentrated hard on Hogwarts. As they left the cold room it was to the sound of Voldemort's malicious laughter and Vince's screams of terror and pain.
Daisy came too a moment before Harry. "Damn" she muttered.
"Daisy?" Hermoine was kneeling next to her. "What happened?"
Daisy went cold hearing Hermoine's voice. "Hang the mudblood by a hook," kept echoing in her head. Daisy didn't say anything, but hugged Hermoine tightly.
"He won't!" she said fiercely in a small voice. "We won't let him."
"No we won't," Harry said sitting up next to her.
He took careful note the people there. Sirius, Professors Blanc, Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall, Hermoine, Ron, Ginny and Malfoy.
"Are we missing the Leaving Feast?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you sod, there are more important things than food!" Ron said. All of his friends turned to stare at him. He didn't notice. "Your scar is actually bleeding!"
Harry reached up and touched his scar. It was hot. So hot it burned, but it was wet too. Sure enough, when he pulled his hand away there was blood.
"Voldemort wanted to send me a message," he said.
Harry looked at Daisy.
"He won't," said the Seeress. "We won't let him."
Harry looked slightly lost. Finally Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly. "Somehow I don't think a hallway is the best place for this conversation. You two need to go to the Hospital wing. You may have your share of dinner there, and, if they wish, your friends may join you."
Harry repeated the details of the vision on the way to the hospital wing, with Daisy helping when necessary. Once they were settled into beds with chairs surrounding them filed by their friends Professor Dumbledore conjured plates, which were soon filled with food. Only Sirius, sitting next to Harry and Guy sitting next to Daisy were staying.
Daisy saw Professor Dumbledore leaving and quietly followed him.
"Uncle," she called quietly.
"Daisy dear, is something the matter?" asked the old wizard.
"No. I was glad you where there," she said looking up at him, "when we woke up."
He smiled down on her. It was clear where she got her smile. "You hardly noticed me."
"Oh no! You're the one who told me about radiant power. I knew you were there. I always do. You and uncle Severus, and Guy, I can identify without thought, and Harry."
"Yes, you have a very precious relationship with young Mister Potter," his eyes twinkled at her.
"Why Uncle Albus, are you trying to play matchmaker?" she asked nearly laughing.
"I shouldn't have to. Did you not decide just over a week ago that you were not going to be stubborn? I just want to see you happy, my dear girl. You deserve that." His eyes dimmed slightly. "So much so set against you. Harry understands that. He can help you, even if I can not."
"But you can!" she insisted. "I need you so much Uncle Albus."
"Daisy, I have always been here for you. I always shall. I will do everything in power to protect and help you. But you don't need me, child, not nearly as much as I need you."
Daisy smiled at her great-uncle and embraced him tightly.
"Don't be stubborn a lass. And don't forget to owl your old uncle over the summer."
"I'll be seeing you in person. I'll miss Allen too. Can visit the both of you at once and kill two birds with a single stone."
Dumbledore chuckled at her choice of expressions. "Just so long so you keep your Uncle Severus on his toes."
"I'm glad Peggy will be there to help me keep him from killing Sirius or Remus."
Dumbledore frowned at her.
"Oh!" she said realizing he had no idea what she was talking about. "It's just a vision I had. It's going to be an unusual summer."
The next morning Daisy stood on the train platform at the Hogsmeade station. Harry watched her out of the corner of his eye as he loaded his trunk aboard. She seeded morose. Once or twice someone stopped to talk to her. She would smile and give good-bye hugs. When she said good-bye to Blaise, the Slytherin girl seemed colder then usual.
"Oh no, she's still miffed," said a drawing voice next to Harry.
"What did you do, Draco?" Harry asked remembering Blaise's temper.
The blond boy shrugged. "She didn't want me to leave last night to see how Daisy was. After your vision we have to reconsider the position of every Slytherin."
"Even you?" Harry asked.
"Especially me," he answered. "My father put in for that special consideration. His parole will be coming up in mid-August; just after the media frenzy from Sirius should subside. I really don't want to go home this summer."
"Wasn't your mum filing for divorce?"
Draco laughed. "Yeah. That was her plan. From prison, Lucius managed to convince her to do otherwise. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't go home. She's given up so much for me."
A look a great sadness settled in Draco's eyes. Harry realized that there was more than one way for a mother to give her life for her child.
"You going to say good-bye?" Harry asked at last.
"Nah, I'll see her at work tomorrow."
Now Harry laughed. "You? Work?"
A smile curled the corner of Malfoy's mouth. "I know. But I can dance, and she needed a partner. It'll get me out of the manner. Next year things begin in earnest, Harry. I intent to have as much fun as possible this summer. It may be the last chance I get."
Draco clapped Harry on the shoulder. "I'll grab a compartment. I don't expect I'd be too welcome with my Housemates."
"So that's why you hang around with us?"
"Really Potter," Draco drawled, "do you think I'd bother with you if I didn't have a choice?"
Honestly, Harry didn't know. He also didn't know if they could trust Draco Malfoy, but Daisy seemed to have brokered a truce. For now that would have to do.
Harry was standing by the train now, debating weather to go over to Daisy when someone suddenly knocked into him. Two some ones actually.
"Oy! Fred, George be careful. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Harry asked still rubbing his smarting elbow where it had just banged into the train.
"Off to say so long to the gypsy witch," Fred said. Or was it George?
"She made a fair Keeper," said George (or Fred). "You sure are lucky she and Ron can help you rebuild next year."
"Yes well, we can't all be going off into the world to start successful businesses," Harry smiled.
"We've been putting the money to good use partner," George said with a conspiratorial wink. Harry was sure it was George because he had spotted the gold wristwatch Star had given him as a going away present.
Harry frowned. "I told you guys last year, there were no strings. I don't want you to feel like you owe me."
"And the only way that will happen is if your a silent partner," said Fred with a clap on the back. "Don't worry. You have no input or say or anything. You just get to rake in the cash."
"You can't argue with us, Harry you should know better."
Harry laughed. "I should, shouldn't I?"
"Right mate." Fred grinned at him.
Then Harry spotted something.
"Um, George, something is falling out of your pocket," Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry. Wouldn't want to lose my souvenir."
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Harry Potter, get you mind out of the toilet," said Fred.
"Only when you get the toilet out of your pocket!" Harry said pointing to the white porcine glinting in Fred's pocket too.
"We'll being seeing you Harry!" George called with a laugh.
"Right, flying cars and other rescues. We'll save you from those Muggles yet!" Fred called over his shoulder.
It was sure going to be odd at Hogwarts without the Weasley twins.
Harry watched as Ron, Hermoine, Ginny, and Neville all said good-bye to Daisy. She seemed perfectly happy now. In fact, she didn't seem to have missed him, at all.
Harry decided to say a quick good-bye to Hagrid at the other end of the platform.
"Harry! Glad ya came to say good-bye. I been waiting fer ya."
Hargid's grin lighted Harry's heart. "I couldn't leave without saying good- bye, Hagrid."
"I notice ya haven't been down to see Daisy now."
"She all so doesn't seem to have missed me.
"Harry, don't be daft! 'Corse she'll miss ya. Something awful, I might think."
Harry just shook his head at Hagrid's comments.
"Ah, Harry, me lad. It was so much easier when ya were eleven and yer only problem was that great whale of a cousin a your's."
"I've finally learned to deal with Dudley. Just have my convict god-father threaten the Dursleys and there doesn't seem to be a problem."
Hagrid laughted. "Well, have fun Harry, I'll see ya at Sirius' trial, I suspect. Olmpie 'spose ta visit this summer too."
"I'll see you then, Hagrid." Harry turned from Hagrid to find himself face to face with Daisy.
"Hey," she said offering a slight smile. "Didn't look like you were going to say good bye to me."
"Didn't look like you missed me all that much," Harry said unable to hide the hurt in his voice.
"I'll always miss when ever you not there, Harry."
"Even as you dance the summer away with Malfoy?"
"Harry Potter are you jealous?" Daisy wanted to laugh at the idea. Of course he wasn't.
"Of course I'm not," Harry said trying not to meet her gaze. "Just upset he gets to spend more time with my friends then me."
"Right, well, it seems I'm his friend too." She smiled.
"Yeah, right. Be careful around him, Wild Flower."
"I will Harry. And I'll visit over the summer," she added hastily. "So you don't feel too neglected."
"I'd like that." Why does she have to have such big brown eyes? "And owl. Especially if you have a vision, or something." Like Malfoy tries to make a move on you again.
"I will."
They stood in silence for a moment. Daisy opened her mouth again, but it wasn't she voice that called out.
"Harry!" Cho Chang came rushing over. "I just wanted to say good-bye," she smiled dazzlingly at him. "Could you excuse us?" she asked Daisy.
"Sure," she answered curtly. "See ya, Wonderboy."
"Bye, Wild Flower," he called, but she just kept walking away.
Turning back to listen to Cho drone out a farewell, Harry only thought of Daisy.
He smiled, watching her retreating form. From the edge of the platform, Daisy turned back to look at him. When their eyes meet, and she saw he was still watching her, a smile lit up her face. She waved a merry good-bye before disappearing from sight.
"Oh, Hermione, it's just too cliché! I mean falling for your best friends especially when he's involved with someone else. Someone he apparently cares about if he keeps going back to her."
Daisy voice carried down the girls' stairs. Harry looked up when he first heard he words, and then his heart sank. She didn't think Hermione should be with Ron because of the situation was so cliché. She didn't seem happy about it of course, but still this was the advice she was giving her best girl friend.
Harry couldn't help hoping she'd adopt a 'do as I say, not as I do' policy. But hadn't she already turned him down before? He was not about to put himself through that again!
And now he now knew he couldn't be without her friendship. He could understand why she held that friendship in such high regards. Maybe, given time, she'd come around.
Her voice was cut off though when the two girls came down far enough to see him.
"Harry!" Hermoine said in surprise. "I thought everyone when down already."
"Just he to pick up strays. You're the last two. Don't worry, Ron's down stairs."
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Hermoine asked.
Daisy shoved her with her elbow. "He must have heard us talking. About you and Ron!"
"Oh," Hermoine said catching on. "Oh, yes, yes of course
Ron. But don't fret about me, Harry I can handle it." But she was looking at Daisy as she said that.
"Well, shall we ladies?" Harry said and offered an arm to his two best girl friends.
"How very gallant, Harry," Hermoine said.
"How terribly cliché," Daisy rolling her eyes, but still taking the offered arm.
"So do you think we'll win the House Cup? Slytherin was awful close," Hermione said.
"Very funny, Herm. You think they magically got 150 points! In one night?" Daisy asked.
"It's been know to happen," Harry said absently, he was getting a splitting headache.
"Only for you Wonderboy. And you need your hair cut again," Daisy answered.
"Who are you, my Aunt Petunia?"
"Oh, low blow, Harry, very low," Daisy laughed but Harry didn't seem to react at all.
Until he went completely limp. If the Girls hadn't still been holding each arm lightly, he'd have fallen to the floor. The lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead was a livid pink.
"Hermoine, what's wrong with him?" Daisy asked with a note of panic.
"What's usually wring with you when you do this? Look at his scar, it's a vision."
"Voldemort."
Hermoine nodded. "I'll get help. Is there anything you can do for him?"
Daisy nodded. "I'll go make sue he's all right."
"How?" Hermoine asked before she dashed off.
Daisy didn't answer. She laid Harry flat on the floor and sat next to him, taking his hand in hers and closing her eyes.
Harry found himself in darkened, cold room. It was so cold here. Harry looked around for the person he knew he'd see, Voldemort.
He wasn't disappointed. Standing in the center of the room, a look of fury on his face was the man called Lord Voldemort. He looked much different then last year. Apparently he wasn't just regrouping his followers, he was regrouping himself. The man in the middle of the room look much more like the Tom Riddle Harry remembered from second year. He had regrown his thick black hair. His form had filled out. He began to pace the room. Harry saw a flash of his still red eyes; his flat serpentine face was still. Reminiscent of a snake, but he looked more handsome. Too handsome actually, it was inhuman perfection. And his Voice was different, deeper, more alive, more terrifying. It sent chills down Harry's spine when he spoke. What he said didn't help either. He appeared to be speaking to a crumpled figure on the floor.
"I want the Seeress, Timoldi! Your foolishness, your lack of control cost me that!"
"I, I am sorry my Lord," the pitiful pile of robes said.
"That is not enough, Vincent. You must pay for your mistake. Crucio!" he hissed out the last word.
Vince wriggled and screamed on the floor. Harry couldn't help thinking the slug was getting off light.
"And Potter!" Voldemort said vehemently. "You pushed the boy too far! I told you not to do anything to anger the boy!"
As Vince was hit with another Cruciatus Curse, Harry was aware of another presence with him. Daisy took his hand and laced their fingers together.
"What did I miss?" she asked.
"Only more of that," Harry said pointing and the wriggling Death Eater. He felt her hand tighten in his.
Voldemort was pacing around Vince again, when a Belle spoke from a hidden chair.
"Is this really accomplishing anything my Lord? Don't misunderstand, I'd torture him myself, but is there a reason?"
"My dear, I have a reason for every thing. Did you know Potter feels great pain when I am extremely angry? Of course you did, you told me. I want him to feel this! Harry should know. He should know I'm coming. I'm nearly ready now to begin. I will destroy the feeble family he has built for himself. Starting with your sister, then the Weasley boy will be mine, perhaps the girl too, if she proves of some use, and I will dangle mudblood by a hook before I kill her!
"Do you hear me Potter?" Another Cruciatus Curse hit Vince, then another and another. Finally Voldemort was just pointing his wand at the pathetic creature as he cackled madly and screamed. "I will take them all, and you know such pains as even I can scarcely imagine!"
Daisy had had enough of this. Harry seemed to be stuck, but she could pull them out. She held fast to Harry's hand and concentrated hard on Hogwarts. As they left the cold room it was to the sound of Voldemort's malicious laughter and Vince's screams of terror and pain.
Daisy came too a moment before Harry. "Damn" she muttered.
"Daisy?" Hermoine was kneeling next to her. "What happened?"
Daisy went cold hearing Hermoine's voice. "Hang the mudblood by a hook," kept echoing in her head. Daisy didn't say anything, but hugged Hermoine tightly.
"He won't!" she said fiercely in a small voice. "We won't let him."
"No we won't," Harry said sitting up next to her.
He took careful note the people there. Sirius, Professors Blanc, Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall, Hermoine, Ron, Ginny and Malfoy.
"Are we missing the Leaving Feast?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you sod, there are more important things than food!" Ron said. All of his friends turned to stare at him. He didn't notice. "Your scar is actually bleeding!"
Harry reached up and touched his scar. It was hot. So hot it burned, but it was wet too. Sure enough, when he pulled his hand away there was blood.
"Voldemort wanted to send me a message," he said.
Harry looked at Daisy.
"He won't," said the Seeress. "We won't let him."
Harry looked slightly lost. Finally Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly. "Somehow I don't think a hallway is the best place for this conversation. You two need to go to the Hospital wing. You may have your share of dinner there, and, if they wish, your friends may join you."
Harry repeated the details of the vision on the way to the hospital wing, with Daisy helping when necessary. Once they were settled into beds with chairs surrounding them filed by their friends Professor Dumbledore conjured plates, which were soon filled with food. Only Sirius, sitting next to Harry and Guy sitting next to Daisy were staying.
Daisy saw Professor Dumbledore leaving and quietly followed him.
"Uncle," she called quietly.
"Daisy dear, is something the matter?" asked the old wizard.
"No. I was glad you where there," she said looking up at him, "when we woke up."
He smiled down on her. It was clear where she got her smile. "You hardly noticed me."
"Oh no! You're the one who told me about radiant power. I knew you were there. I always do. You and uncle Severus, and Guy, I can identify without thought, and Harry."
"Yes, you have a very precious relationship with young Mister Potter," his eyes twinkled at her.
"Why Uncle Albus, are you trying to play matchmaker?" she asked nearly laughing.
"I shouldn't have to. Did you not decide just over a week ago that you were not going to be stubborn? I just want to see you happy, my dear girl. You deserve that." His eyes dimmed slightly. "So much so set against you. Harry understands that. He can help you, even if I can not."
"But you can!" she insisted. "I need you so much Uncle Albus."
"Daisy, I have always been here for you. I always shall. I will do everything in power to protect and help you. But you don't need me, child, not nearly as much as I need you."
Daisy smiled at her great-uncle and embraced him tightly.
"Don't be stubborn a lass. And don't forget to owl your old uncle over the summer."
"I'll be seeing you in person. I'll miss Allen too. Can visit the both of you at once and kill two birds with a single stone."
Dumbledore chuckled at her choice of expressions. "Just so long so you keep your Uncle Severus on his toes."
"I'm glad Peggy will be there to help me keep him from killing Sirius or Remus."
Dumbledore frowned at her.
"Oh!" she said realizing he had no idea what she was talking about. "It's just a vision I had. It's going to be an unusual summer."
The next morning Daisy stood on the train platform at the Hogsmeade station. Harry watched her out of the corner of his eye as he loaded his trunk aboard. She seeded morose. Once or twice someone stopped to talk to her. She would smile and give good-bye hugs. When she said good-bye to Blaise, the Slytherin girl seemed colder then usual.
"Oh no, she's still miffed," said a drawing voice next to Harry.
"What did you do, Draco?" Harry asked remembering Blaise's temper.
The blond boy shrugged. "She didn't want me to leave last night to see how Daisy was. After your vision we have to reconsider the position of every Slytherin."
"Even you?" Harry asked.
"Especially me," he answered. "My father put in for that special consideration. His parole will be coming up in mid-August; just after the media frenzy from Sirius should subside. I really don't want to go home this summer."
"Wasn't your mum filing for divorce?"
Draco laughed. "Yeah. That was her plan. From prison, Lucius managed to convince her to do otherwise. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't go home. She's given up so much for me."
A look a great sadness settled in Draco's eyes. Harry realized that there was more than one way for a mother to give her life for her child.
"You going to say good-bye?" Harry asked at last.
"Nah, I'll see her at work tomorrow."
Now Harry laughed. "You? Work?"
A smile curled the corner of Malfoy's mouth. "I know. But I can dance, and she needed a partner. It'll get me out of the manner. Next year things begin in earnest, Harry. I intent to have as much fun as possible this summer. It may be the last chance I get."
Draco clapped Harry on the shoulder. "I'll grab a compartment. I don't expect I'd be too welcome with my Housemates."
"So that's why you hang around with us?"
"Really Potter," Draco drawled, "do you think I'd bother with you if I didn't have a choice?"
Honestly, Harry didn't know. He also didn't know if they could trust Draco Malfoy, but Daisy seemed to have brokered a truce. For now that would have to do.
Harry was standing by the train now, debating weather to go over to Daisy when someone suddenly knocked into him. Two some ones actually.
"Oy! Fred, George be careful. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Harry asked still rubbing his smarting elbow where it had just banged into the train.
"Off to say so long to the gypsy witch," Fred said. Or was it George?
"She made a fair Keeper," said George (or Fred). "You sure are lucky she and Ron can help you rebuild next year."
"Yes well, we can't all be going off into the world to start successful businesses," Harry smiled.
"We've been putting the money to good use partner," George said with a conspiratorial wink. Harry was sure it was George because he had spotted the gold wristwatch Star had given him as a going away present.
Harry frowned. "I told you guys last year, there were no strings. I don't want you to feel like you owe me."
"And the only way that will happen is if your a silent partner," said Fred with a clap on the back. "Don't worry. You have no input or say or anything. You just get to rake in the cash."
"You can't argue with us, Harry you should know better."
Harry laughed. "I should, shouldn't I?"
"Right mate." Fred grinned at him.
Then Harry spotted something.
"Um, George, something is falling out of your pocket," Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry. Wouldn't want to lose my souvenir."
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Harry Potter, get you mind out of the toilet," said Fred.
"Only when you get the toilet out of your pocket!" Harry said pointing to the white porcine glinting in Fred's pocket too.
"We'll being seeing you Harry!" George called with a laugh.
"Right, flying cars and other rescues. We'll save you from those Muggles yet!" Fred called over his shoulder.
It was sure going to be odd at Hogwarts without the Weasley twins.
Harry watched as Ron, Hermoine, Ginny, and Neville all said good-bye to Daisy. She seemed perfectly happy now. In fact, she didn't seem to have missed him, at all.
Harry decided to say a quick good-bye to Hagrid at the other end of the platform.
"Harry! Glad ya came to say good-bye. I been waiting fer ya."
Hargid's grin lighted Harry's heart. "I couldn't leave without saying good- bye, Hagrid."
"I notice ya haven't been down to see Daisy now."
"She all so doesn't seem to have missed me.
"Harry, don't be daft! 'Corse she'll miss ya. Something awful, I might think."
Harry just shook his head at Hagrid's comments.
"Ah, Harry, me lad. It was so much easier when ya were eleven and yer only problem was that great whale of a cousin a your's."
"I've finally learned to deal with Dudley. Just have my convict god-father threaten the Dursleys and there doesn't seem to be a problem."
Hagrid laughted. "Well, have fun Harry, I'll see ya at Sirius' trial, I suspect. Olmpie 'spose ta visit this summer too."
"I'll see you then, Hagrid." Harry turned from Hagrid to find himself face to face with Daisy.
"Hey," she said offering a slight smile. "Didn't look like you were going to say good bye to me."
"Didn't look like you missed me all that much," Harry said unable to hide the hurt in his voice.
"I'll always miss when ever you not there, Harry."
"Even as you dance the summer away with Malfoy?"
"Harry Potter are you jealous?" Daisy wanted to laugh at the idea. Of course he wasn't.
"Of course I'm not," Harry said trying not to meet her gaze. "Just upset he gets to spend more time with my friends then me."
"Right, well, it seems I'm his friend too." She smiled.
"Yeah, right. Be careful around him, Wild Flower."
"I will Harry. And I'll visit over the summer," she added hastily. "So you don't feel too neglected."
"I'd like that." Why does she have to have such big brown eyes? "And owl. Especially if you have a vision, or something." Like Malfoy tries to make a move on you again.
"I will."
They stood in silence for a moment. Daisy opened her mouth again, but it wasn't she voice that called out.
"Harry!" Cho Chang came rushing over. "I just wanted to say good-bye," she smiled dazzlingly at him. "Could you excuse us?" she asked Daisy.
"Sure," she answered curtly. "See ya, Wonderboy."
"Bye, Wild Flower," he called, but she just kept walking away.
Turning back to listen to Cho drone out a farewell, Harry only thought of Daisy.
He smiled, watching her retreating form. From the edge of the platform, Daisy turned back to look at him. When their eyes meet, and she saw he was still watching her, a smile lit up her face. She waved a merry good-bye before disappearing from sight.