I can't walk this road without you. You cannot go it alone . We were never meant to make it on our own. And when the load becomes too heavy, and your feet to tired to walk. I will carry you, and we'll be carried on.
Rebecca St. James (pray)
Because Hermione told McGonagall about Harry's broom, Ron ignored Hermione for a while. Hermione became better friends with me, and hung out with me when she didn't have some homework to do. She was upset and often took refuge in the library, where I didn't dare follow her, unless it was urgent. The extra classes she was taking was making it even harder for her. She often snapped at people for dropping a quill in her presence. There was something wrong about her schedule, but I just couldn't place what it was.
Finally, one night in my dormitory I realized what it was. We were marking down the different classes we were going to take next year in our room.
"So, choices are Care of magical creatures, Divination, Muggle studies, Arithmancy, and Ancient runes," Alex said reading off her paper, her quill tucked behind her ear. (A/N: if I forgot any, I'm sincerely sorry)
"Well, I think Divination sounds fascinating!" Aida said brightly, checking off the square next to that subject.
"Ron's told me all sorts of things about that class!" I said. "Trelawney is supposed to be a big fake, and her classes are boring."
"McGonagall thinks so too," Caitlin said suddenly. Then looking up at us she continued, "She came down to dinner on Christmas, and almost refused to sit down because there would thirteen of us. Then after she did, she asked where Professor Lupin was. He was sick over break, and McGonagall asked if she had already known that. Trelawney said "I often pretend like I am not possessed with the Inner Eye in order to make people more comfortable." Then when Harry and Ron stood up, she all but fainted, and asked who had stood up first. She said that when thirteen are together at a table the first to rise is the first to die."
I raised my eyebrows. "That just goes to prove she's a big fake." I looked around again. "I think we should take classes so we're always with at least another one of us. That's what Ron and Harry did, they took the exact same classes."
"That sounds like a good idea, I still want to do Divination, though." Aida said stoutly.
"I'll do it with you," Alex offered, checking off Divination.
"Oh!" cried Mia. "I'd like to do them all, but there just isn't enough time!"
"I know..." I began absentmindedly, but trailed off. How was Hermione getting to all her classes, then? I knew she was taking them all, but if there wasn't enough time, how was she doing it?
"I'm pureblood, and never associated with muggles in me life," said Caitlin, examining the chart. "I think I'll take muggle studies."
"I'll do it with you," I said, marking Muggle Studies.
"My mom was muggle-born, and my dad was a muggle, so I know a lot about them," said Mia, frowning at the paper. "I think I'll go for Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Care of Magical Creatures."
"Arithmancy sounds neat," said Alex thoughtfully. "I'll do that class with you."
"I'm going to do Ancient Runes," Caitlin stated through her thick Irish accent.
"Care of Magical Creatures for me!" exclaimed Aida. She checked the box marked Care of Magical Creatures. "Does Arithmancy, Muggle Studies, or Ancient Runes, sounds easiest?"
Mia rolled her eyes. "Ancient Runes."
I seriously doubted that, but I let it pass. "Do we have to take three?" I asked.
"I dunno, I'm taking three to be safe though," Alex said.
"I asked, cause Ron and Harry are taking two each. I'm going to take three anyway. Arithmancy, Divination, and Care of Magical Creatures," I said, marking them on my paper. I folded the paper and put it in an envelope. I then placed the envelope in my Transfiguration book, so I could give it to Professor McGonagall the next day. I looked around at everyone else.
"Ok, so, I'll go with Arithmancy to add to Ancient Runes and Muggle studies, and that will be three for me," Caitlin folded her parchment and also put it into her Transfiguration book.
"And I'm going to take Muggle Studies," Alex said, checking her paper with a flourish.
We all finished our course schedules for next year and put them in our Transfiguration stuff. Then we went to bed.
Dear Diary,
It's February 15, and Slytherin played Ravenclaw this afternoon. Slytherin won, but just barely. Now Gryffindor is in second place. You should have seen Wood after the match today. He was so happy, he almost cried. It was an excellent match to watch, although it was freezing cold outside. There was snow on the ground, so it was a slow kickoff. It started snowing slightly in the middle of the game, so all the players were white. The sun was out so it wasn't a really gross day - just cold. I had my scarf wrapped around the entirety of my lower face, and Hermione said I looked like a snowman. But, I have to end it here. Caitlin's calling for me to turn out my light.
Ginny
Poor Hermione, her workload with all the extra classes she's taking is really getting to her. She fell asleep on her Arithmancy book last night. I'm not so sure I want to take Arithmancy any more. It's too late now; I already turned in my form.
Wood is pushing the Quidditch so much, that they only have one night a week where they don't have Quidditch practice. Harry works feverishly in the corner each night. Fred and George don't goof off anymore. They spend all their free time doing homework. The exams are ages away, but they're giving us tons of homework, and constantly telling us to start studying.
I was reading a book on shrinking solutions when Professor McGonagall poked her head into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Where is Mr. Potter?" She asked.
"Not in here!" Ron called across the room. "I haven't seen him this evening."
Wood looked worried. He whispered to Fred and George, "sabotage?"
Fred shook his head. "Ravenclaw? Nah, they're too fair."
I looked back at Professor McGonagall, but she had disappeared. Along with Ron too.
Moments later, the portrait swung open and Neville stumbled in, with Ron and finally Harry, clutching his broom! His Firebolt! I jumped up along with everyone else and rushed over to Harry.
"Where did you get that?" cried Dean.
"She gave it back, finally?" Asked Wood, so excited he was hopping up and down slightly.
"Can I have a go, please, Harry?" Called Seamus, looking at it in awe.
"Ravenclaw won't stand a chance! They're riding Cleansweep 7's!" Yelled Lee Jordan.
I moved closer to harry and asked in a quiet voice. "Can I just touch it, Harry?"
He nodded, and I ran my fingers along the handle, feeling its polished and sleek wood. I sighed.
Harry passed the broom around, and looked extremely revealed when it got back to him. He and Ron walked over to Hermione, while everyone else kept talking amongst themselves. They chatted with her for a little bit, and Ron walked upstairs holding the Firebolt like it was made of porcelain. Harry sat down next to Hermione and started talking to her while she organized her books and parchment.
"LOOK AT THIS!" Ron yelled, racing downstairs holding a sheet. He stomped over to Hermione and shook it in her face. "SCABBERS IS GONE! LOOK AT THIS!"
There was blood one the sheet. Was Scabbers dead?
"IT'S BLOOD! AND D'YOU KNOW WHAT I FOUND ON THE FLOOR?" Ron bellowed into the silence.
"No..." Hermione said, a frightened expression on her face.
Ron emptied whatever was in his hands onto her book. "YOUR CAT KILLED MY RAT!"
guess what! i already planned out how her sixth year with Harry defeating Voldemort is going to be! giggles yay. i also planned her first kiss somewhat... ehh. who do you guyz think she give it to her?
if anyone is a boy reading this mention it... its kinda weird thinking of guyz reading fanfictions... haha
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