A/N- That took a long time to type, that last chapter, So you better read it, LunaLovegood2!! And I want reviews.

Disclaimer: Need I bother? Plot of chapter mostly belongs to JKR and the characters, too. Blah blah blah blah.

Chapter 3----------------------------------------Ignorance

And a summary of my third year!

At the quidditch cup, I told Hermione that I wouldn't follow them, because I had realized that in doing that I was doing to him what I most hated people doing to me- being over protective. She was very proud of me. And the tournament was waaay cool!

When Harry's name came out of that Goblet, I was horrified. One look at his face and you could tell he was too. Poor thing. I was scared too. What if he died? What if I couldn't save him? But I knew that I couldn't follow him around again. I realized that it was invading his privacy, as well as wasting my own time. I would have to let him go this year.

WHAT!!??!!??!!?? DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had Fred hold my wand so that I could avoid either killing Ludo Bagman or hurting the dragon and ruining Harry's turn. Not to mention embarrassing myself and him! So I held back.

When Harry opened that egg, I knew immediately. Mermaids. Not banshees, as someone suggested, because if it were banshees, the screaming would be slightly hypnotizing, and we'd all be depressed. But I didn't tell him, because that would be cheating, something that I am quite above. I don't think he'd appreciate it anyway. He'd probably be thinking "What do you know, you were dumb enough to write in that diary!" anyway. Besides, He's no baby, I was sure he would figure it out.

By the time the second task came round, I had thought of a dozen or so ways to do this task. I knew the task because when Ron disappeared, I stood outside Professor McGonogall's office, pacing and freaking out about my brother, until she came out and told me the task, and that I shouldn't worry because even if Harry couldn't save him, Dumbledore wouldn't let him die.

Harry had Gillyweed, the one I thought no one would have because it's so hard to come by, and if anyone did it would be Krum, from Durmstrang, which did a lot of potions. I wondered where he had gotten it.

But he was heroic and got Gabrielle, Fleur's sister, as well. This was so heroic that it almost got him in the lead. He was tied, I think. (A/N- I'm not quite sure--- was he in the lead or tied with Cedric?) With Diggory.

I almost Forgot about the Yule Ball! Neville, who had become somewhat of a friend to me, got turned down by Hermione, so I agreed to go with him, poor thing. It's not like the person I wanted to go with would take me.

Then he and Ron were desperate for dates, So Ron, assuming I had no social life, volunteered me to go with Harry. I Told them that I was going with Neville, though, huffily because of what they had assumed. Was I really that alone? Did I really look pathetic in my brother's eyes? In Harry's?

Sadly, I had sore toes for 2 weeks.

At the third task, I was sitting right next to Cho Chang. I held her as she cried. I felt her pain. She held onto me like a three year old child to its mother. I knew that even if I told her she'd be okay, she wouldn't. And that's how Cho Chang became my friend.

I knew Harry would never tell me what had gone on wherever he had gone. But I wrote him a note anyway, just never sent it. I knew the day would come when I would gather my courage and send him that letter, right when he needed it most. Little did I know that the day would come sooner than I thought.

Dear Harry----- I know you don't really think of me as a friend, but I want you to know that if there's no one else, I'll be here, even if it's to vent at. Even if it's just to cry. I won't laugh, I won't tell you you're being silly, because you're not. You're not silly, you're hurt. You've been hurt, Harry Potter, so you cry. You just cry and cry like The sky is falling. Because it is. The sky is falling, the walls are caving, and no one will ever understand. Because no matter how many times they say it's not your fault, you just know it was. I know it won't help, but it's really not your fault. However, my saying so is pointless. So cry, and when you run out of tears, stand up and face your fears. That's all you can do.

Love,

Your sister

P.S. When your throat hurts, I recommend boiling water with a teaspoon of honey, and make sure you eat some skinned-SKINNED, mind- cucumber slices. (A/N-yes, that really does help.)

A/N-

The next one will be more interesting. Then after that the real story starts, because that's where JKR left off. When the 6th book comes out, I might kill it and write a 5th year summary, then a seventh year story that probably has much the same plot, unless said plot is contradicted by book 6. So review if you ever want to get to the story!!