(I'm back! Here is the long-awaited sequel. I don't think it will be as good as the original, but I'll try. And those of you who want to see some Katie/Oliver, have no fear, there will be plenty of it! So, read on and make sure you review! Thanks so much to everyone who read the original story and I hope this one goes just as well.)
I woke up to the sound of banging on my door and rolled over. "Andrew!" I heard Mom call. "Get up! The train leaves at 11!" I groaned and pulled the covers back over my head and heard my door open. "C'mon," Mom said, throwing the blankets back off. "Get up."
"Ok, Ok," I mumbled. "I'm up, I'm up." I heard her leave the room and I sighed. Another year at Hogwarts.
OK, so I actually didn't mind going back to Hogwarts, but I was enjoying my summer break. I'd spent the summer traveling with my parents, who are professional quidditch players, and got to meet lots of girls. Then my parents had a month of home games, so I hung around with my friends. But I guess going back to school would be all right.
I showered and dressed and made my way into the kitchen, half-asleep. Mom levitated me a plate of pancakes as my younger sister, Sara, sat down next to me. She made a grab for one of my pancakes and I smacked her on the arm, which resulted in her complaining to Mom. Then the horrible truth hit me.
Sara was starting her first year at Hogwarts. Forget it, I did not want to go this year. I tried not to imagine her following me around, annoying me beyond belief. Just great. I sighed and ate another pancake. Maybe I could auction her off to someone.
"What time is the meeting today?" Dad asked, entering the kitchen and kissing Mom.
"I think it's at 3," Mom replied. "But Mike said something about getting there early. Something about salaries."
"How do you know what house you get into?" Sara suddenly asked. I grinned wickedly.
"You have to wrestle a troll," I told her. I'd been waiting years to finally tell my sister the famous Weasley story. My mom and dad's friends, Fred and George Weasley, told all their siblings that in order to get into Hogwarts, you have to wrestle a troll. I guess the story kind of got passed on to their kids, who told it to me.
Sara stared at me, her eyes wide. "Nuh-uh," she said, glaring at me. "No you don't."
"Fine, don't believe me," I said simply. "But I'm not going to help you when the troll picks you up by your feet and drops you on your head-"
"Mom, Dad, is it true? Do I really have to wrestle a troll?"
"No," Mom sighed. "Andrew, stop terrorizing her."
"So then what do you have to do?" Sara asked.
"You put on a hat," Dad told her.
"What for?"
"It's called the Sorting Hat," Dad said. "You put it on, and it tells you what house you should be in."
"That's it?" Sara glared at me. "Jerk."
I rolled my eyes. "You're not going to last anyway," I told her. "The school pixies will get you."
"Pixies?"
"Andrew, stop," Mom said. "Sara, there are no pixies at Hogwarts."
"Except when Gilderoy Lockhart teaches," Dad mumbled and Mom laughed.
"Who's Gilderoy Lockhart?" I asked.
"He was the biggest fraud ever to set foot in Hogwarts," Mom said. "Except Professor Moody, who turned out to be a Death Eater."
I stared at her. "How come nothing like that ever happens now?" I asked.
"Because you don't have Harry Potter there," Dad replied.
I'd met Harry Potter several times, because he married Fred and George's younger sister, Ginny, but he never mentioned his experiences with Lord Voldemort.
"Anyway," Mom said. "Gilderoy Lockhart was an author, who wrote stories about how he did all of these miraculous, heroic things to save the world. Turns out, he was only taking credit for what other people did. He modified their memories and told everyone he did it." She thought for a moment. "But he was quite good-looking." Dad caught my eye and shook his head.
"What about the Death Eater?" I asked.
"Well, one year, Alastor Moody was supposed to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I remember sitting at the opening feast and the doors opened, and in walked this man, with one spinning glass eye, disgusting greasy hair, a horrible limp, a disfigured face, and a hip flask. Well, he went on teaching, and everyone thought he was Professor Moody. Then the night Voldemort came back, he was going to kill Harry Potter. Turns out he was Fudge's son who had kidnapped the real Moody and took Polyjuice Potion."
"That's scary," Sara said.
"He was awfully scary," Mom said. "That eye always made me feel nauseous. But I remember when he turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret."
"I never got to see it," Dad said. "I graduated the year before. It sounded brilliant though."
"It was," Mom said.
"Shouldn't we be leaving?" Dad asked, looking at his watch.
"Oh!" Mom exclaimed. "We're going to be late!" With a flick of her wand, the plates flew into the sink and began washing themselves.
We made it to Platform 9 ¾ just in time. Sara was terrified of going through the barrier, so I shoved her through and got a scolding from Mom. After loading up our trunks, we said our goodbyes to Mom and Dad. "Take good care of her," Mom told me. "And please try to be a little nice." She hugged me and suddenly, I was being mauled by one of my best friends, Anna Weasley.
"Oh my God!" she screamed. "I'm on! I'm on!"
"I know you're on!" I yelled. "Now get off before I suffocate!"
"No, no, that's not what I mean," she said jumping off of me. "I made it on the Gryffindor team!"
"Seriously?" I asked. She nodded.
"I'm Gryffindor's newest Keeper," she said proudly.
Dad grinned. "You should be my kid," he said. "Katie, I think there was a mix-up. Anna's our real child."
"And she somehow got red hair?" Mom asked. Dad nodded and she rolled her eyes.
"Andrew!" I looked up and saw my other best friend, David, coming towards me, his two older twin brothers Alex and Adam, and parents Fred and Angelina, behind him.
"Angie!" Mom exclaimed. "Finally, you're off work! You spend all of your time either working in the shop or working in the café! We need to go shopping!"
Angelina smiled. "I need new shoes," she said.
"What?" Fred asked. "You have shoes! You have more pairs of shoes than the kids and I combined!" Angelina glared at him.
"I need new heels," she said. "My others don't match with anything."
"Great!" Mom exclaimed. "I need some heels too. I got some the other day, but they're not the right color. I kept them, of course, but I need some that match my new dress. And, Oliver, if you touch my butt again, I'm going to rip off your-"
The train whistle blew. "Oh, we better get on!" Anna exclaimed. "The train's going to leave."
Mom hugged Sara and me goodbye. "Have a good year," she said. "Andrew, take care of your sister. Sara, don't annoy him too much. Andrew, I don't want any more letters about provoking Professor Snape! I know he's a git, but deal with it! See you at Christmas! Goodbye!"
We jumped onto the train just as it began moving and sped away from the station.
(I hope it was decent. More details will be clarified in the next chapter, so bear with me here. Thanks for reading and review!)
