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Drama coursework sucks!!!!!!!!!!
If anyone tells you that Drama is a skive don't beleive them. THEY ARE LYING!!!
Sorry had to get that off my chest. On with the story.....
/Blah/- telepathic speech
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Chapter Six
It had been a year since Harry had first come to the academy, at least it had been a year to everyone outside the academy within it almost three years had passed and Harry had gain full control of the powers he had been introduced to three years previous. His graduation ceremony had been the previous week and had come off without a hitch, quite a feat when Kari had been involved in the organisation of the event. Harry smiled slightly at the memory.
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"Do you Harry James Potter swear by your life never to use your gifts for Destruction or evil?"
"I swear." Harry's voice was strong there was no hint of doubt or hesitation to be heard in it.
"Then by my authority within this school I bind your oath. So mote it be."
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Harry stood next to his open trunk in his room taking a last glance round in case he had forgotten anything important, when the door crashed open.
"Hello Kari," Harry spoke without looking up as he was so used to this occurrence by now that it did not startle him in the slightest.
"Right when are we leaving?"
It took a minute for Harry to register what she had said, as he was still busy checking he had everything.
"We!"
"Of course 'we', you really think I'm letting you go back out there on your own, you'd get yourself killed or worse lost!"
Harry raised an eyebrow in bewilderment,
"How is getting lost worse than getting killed?"
"Well..." Kari drew a deep breath and Harry could tell she was about to start one of her very long stories ,that were usually utter nonsense she had come up with off the top of her head and that he would have to sit for hours waiting for her to finish. So he did the only sensible thing he could do.
"Actually, I don't think I really want to know."
Kari's smirk told him that she knew exactly what he had been thinking and her next action proved that
/I do not ramble on for hours thank you very much Mr. Potter/
She smiles wickedly. / I'll see you into the courtyard in 15 minutes/
Harry just grinned.
A pair of booted feet paced back and forwards across the floor.
Click-clack, Click-clack, Click-clack.
A pause.
Silence.
Footsteps approaching.
The door handle turning.
A door creaked open.
A soft light illuminated the room and a pair of scarlet eyes connected with a pair of emerald.
"Ready"
"This is going to hurt isn't it?"
A soft laugh echoed through the room.
"Just close your eyes and don't think about it."
Platform 9 ¾ was its usual confused chaos, parents saying goodbye to children, younger siblings screaming and animals screeching. Yet within this chaos stood an oasis of quiet.
A young lady stood alone, scanning the crowed platform looking for something, her shoulders slowly drooped and she let out a sigh looking over at the red headed young man who was approaching her.
"He's not here."
Ron sighed; the look of sadness in Hermione's eyes ripped his heart into pieces.
"He's not dead, Mione,"
Hermione smiled but there was an innate sadness behind and yet a steely determination.
"I know he's not dead. I will never believe he is dead no matter what they say until they prove it to me."
"Come on, our trunks are already on the train and Ginny is saving us seats."
With one last glance over her shoulder at the people on the hidden platform Hermione followed Ron onto the Hogwarts Express.
T.B.C
