I got back on Saturaday, but I've been busy, so I haven't had time to write. rememeber, much as you don't think so, I DO have a life outside of fanfiction. So, here is Chapter 13, even though its short, I'm very sorry. I wish it was longer.
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Chapter 13
I looked up at the stars on the ceiling and thought about that night's events. The Fat Lady leaving her portrait and Peeves telling us it was Sirius Black who had tried to get into Gryffindor Tower. Then Dumbledore issuing the command that all the students were to sleep in the Great Hall. I felt the footfalls of someone pacing the rows of sleeping students. It was Percy.
"Any sign of him, professor?" He said quietly.
"No, everything under control?" Dumbledore whispered.
"Yes, sir." Percy answered respectfully, yet somewhat pompously.
"I've found a temporary guardian for Gryffindor Tower, but we'll move the students back tomorrow, when we have time."
"Yes, sir. And the Fat Lady?" Percy asked.
"Hiding in a map of Argyllshire on the second floor. She told us that she refused to let him in, and he attacked. Filch will restore her once she calms down."
"Headmaster?" a low voice said. "The entire third floor has been searched, Nothing in the dungeons either."
"Severus, has anything been done about the Astronomy tower? Professor Trelawney's room? The owlry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, sir, all have been searched.
"I didn't expect him to stay..."
"Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of the year?" Snape asked.
"Yes, Severus, and I don't think any teacher or staff member would help Black. Now, I must go to the dementors, as I said I would inform them when we had completed our search."
"Didn't they want to help sir?" Percy asked.
"Oh yes, definitely," Dumbledore responded. "But I am afraid that no dementor will be allowed in the castle while I am in charge."
Dumbledore left the room, and after a pause, Snape did too. Percy continued walking around.
Sir Cadogan, the knight who Dumbledore had appointed to guard the portrait hole, was doing a terrible job. He spent all his time thinking up complex passwords, and challenging people to duels.
"Collywobbles," I said exasperatedly.
"My dear maiden, you shall pass," Sir Cadogan said with a bow.
The portrait swung aside and I quickly clambered through the hole. A warm inviting chair sat next to the door, just waiting for me to sit down. I walked across the common room, but turned around almost to he chair.
"Ginny!" called Mia, walking over with a pile of books in her hands. "I found some books that should help with our Potions essay!" She dumped them on the table, and I sighed, and sank into the red fluffy chair. As soon as I sat down, I stood up. Someone was already sitting there!
"I'm sitting here." A voice stated. I whirled around. It was Harry!
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, my face heating a bit, more from embarrassment than any other feeling I had ever expressed.
"-The essay needs to be 16 inches of parchment, so I looked for extra information," Mia said, completely oblivious to the stupid thing I had just done. She was flipping through books and setting them aside.
To avoid further embarrassment I sat down next to Mia and joined her in pouring over books.
"I was thinking, we should do the essay today, because there's a Quidditch match Saturday, and who knows how long it will take to do this essay," continued Mia, writing down a note.
"Oh, yes," I said vaguely.
"I really, really, like Quidditch," Mia said, looking up. "But, I'm half-blood and I'm lousy at the sport. In fact, I'm pretty bad at most magic. The writing work and stuff not involving a wand is what I'm good at. I didn't even know I was a witch until I got my letter. Sure, I had made some strange things happen, but none of us really made the connection."
"I practiced playing Quidditch on my brother's brooms. I took them out of the shed when they were busy and flew around and played," I said studying a diagram of a lacewing.
"Did you really?" asked Hermione. She had been sitting close to the table, but we hadn't noticed her.
"Oh, well, yes, but please don't tell them!" I pleaded.
"Of course not," Hermione said.
"Can you fly, Hermione?" I asked interested.
"Well, in first year we had some classes, but flying is one thing I'm not good at. It took me a while to get my broom off the ground, and I still can't fly very high."
"You'll need to learn for transportation," Mia stated, her blue eyes wide.
"I know, but for now, I'll be fine. I need to study, and you need to finish your essay, so get to it." She grinned, and turned back to her book, brushing her thick hair out of her face.
"Yeah, so then we add the lacewings, and let it brew for six minutes..." Mia said, scribbling down notes.
I reluctantly turned back to my essay and started writing. My thoughts constantly reverting back to Quidditch.
The day before the Quidditch match was wet and dreary, and the clouds were an ugly gray color. It was after dinner, and Mia and I were up in the common room reading books, a night we actually didn't have homework. I had borrowed Harry's book Quidditch Throughout the Ages. It was an interesting read, but not the most enthralling. The Gryffindor Quidditch team coming through the portrait hole interrupted me. The entire common room fell silent as the entered. Every one of them looked serious, except Oliver who was absolutely livid. Oliver sat down next to Lee and Fred and George joined them in a minute. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie claimed a couch and Harry joined Ron and Hermione.
"What's up, Oliver?" Lee asked.
"We aren't playing Slytherin! We're playing Hufflepuff!" Oliver exploded.
That was the end of that conversation. The rest of the common room, however, erupted in indigent talking.
"Why not?" asked Seamus, looking at Harry.
"Malfoy," growled Harry.
"Is he still faking that injury?" Dean asked exasperatedly.
"Yes! That's why we're not playing Slytherin!" yelled Harry. "The weather will ruin all their chances, and they don't that, do they?"
yes, i'm still kinda stuck, and i'm dragging it out, I know. next chapter is the quidditch match, but i'll add some of my own stuff in. plus, then after that its Christmastime. Andrew, I still don't get what you mean about her hearing different thing. Could you possibly email me, or somehow contact me to explain thanks!