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Pussin Boots – About that sequel thing; the thing is, this fic is in no way finished; I don't know if more of you thought it was but I planned to write about all of her years. Well, if I ever succeed to finish a story. So I don't know about that sequel-thing... And thanks for your review!
ViviBlack – Thank you very much. Hm, a list of all the teachers may not be such a bad idea. Really, you should have a whole book full with hp facts, like an encyclopedia...
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Chapter 11 – Another Summer Comes to its End
Okay, I was glad that I was staying in the house, but I still didn't enjoy it at all. It was just... boring. Nothing happened! I just sat in my room, drawing as I had done the previous summers, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I used to. I was running low on theme-ideas, and one day I threw the pad straight into the wall, in pure frustration.
I tried sunbathing a little, but it's not that good for my skin. I don't get this nice brown tan; instead I become all red. It's in the family (another bad thing about my family).
One thing that made me keep my spirit up, was the fact that Ginny and I owled each other during the whole summer. I didn't know exactly what she was doing, but she was hanging around somewhere with the others. I didn't ask, either. I mean, obviously it was something secret, otherwise she would have told me, right? I used to be a very curious person, but I guess I somehow just grew up, because I didn't feel that there was a need to know exactly where they was, what they were doing and why.
Because of the loss of father's income, we couldn't afford to have as many people just taking care of the house and its surroundings as we used to, mother had to fire our gardener, and she had fired our chauffeur already before we arrived from Hogwarts. Now it was only our cook, Maria, and our butler, James, left.
Anyway, since mum considered it being my fault that we had to fire the others, which it was, she thought that I should take care of their tasks. I couldn't drive, of course, but she assigned me the garden. So I had something to do, and when I had given the drawing thing up, I spent most of the time out in the garden.
Still, it was boring and my mother did behave very coolly to me, so I felt a great relief when the Hogwarts letter finally arrived. I started packing the very same day as the letter arrived, and the following time before September the 1st turned into an restless waiting which to me appeared to be endless. And then finally, the day arrived.
But the night before, I made an important decision, I promised myself something. I wasn't going to avoid people this year. I wasn't going to try to hide or flee. I was going to face the upcoming problems.
So I was filled with self-confidence when mother drove us to King's Cross on September the 1st.
"Have a nice year, dear," she said, turned to Draco. "Study well."
"I will," he said, rolling his eyes slightly and disappeared away.
Then she turned to me.
"And you... well, have a nice year you too. Study enough for the OWLs."
"Yes" I said. "Er... bye, then."
I entered the train to find myself a seat somewhere. Finally I stuck the head into one compartment and found Harry, Ginny, Dean Thomas and Luna Lovegood. Ginny smiled.
"Hi, Tamara!" she said. "Come and sit here!"
"Thanks" I said, entered the compartment and sat down next to her. "So, what's up?"
"Nothing" she said.
First now I noticed Dean's arm around her waist. I looked questioning at Ginny, who only smiled back. I smiled to her, happy for her, but it was still irritating. It felt like the whole world had fallen in love! Anywhere you looked, it was couples, handholding, hugging, kissing.
"Dean!" she exclaimed, giggling. "You're tickling me."
"Sorry" he mumbled, his mouth pressed against Ginny's hair.
I sighed and looked at Harry, who was sitting opposite me, looking extremely depressed. He stared down into the floor. I turned my head around and looked at Luna, who was sitting by the window looking as strange as always, reading the Quibbler upside down, as she had done the year before. What a company, huh? A kissing couple, a crazy girl reading the Quibbler upside down and a depressed boy who didn't say anything at all.
It was a little bit of a relief when Ron and Hermione entered. They had been over in the prefect compartment. Hermione was very kind to me, Ron still kind of awaiting. However, even them coming couldn't cheer Harry up, and Ginny and Dean were still... just interested in each other, something that appeared to be very irritating to Ron. And Luna, she was still reading.
"Come on, Harry!" Ron said. "How about a little smile?"
He was obviously trying to cheer him up, but it didn't seem to be very successful.
"There's nothing to smile for," Harry said.
"Of course there is," Ron said.
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Like... we're going back to Hogwarts."
"Oh?"
"And... you're head of the quidditch team!"
Oho. Obviously, since Umbridge had gone, Harry was back as the seeker. I reminded myself that all of the three chasers had graduated (A/N: That's correct, isn't it?), so I thought I might try out for the chaser instead. Yes, I had been quite successful as a seeker, but still, Harry was better.
"Maybe I'll resign from the quidditch team" he said. "Tamara could be the seeker, and you'd probably be the head, Ron."
"You can't resign, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "You're like the best seeker ever! No offense" he added, looking at me.
"None taken."
"Harry," Hermione started, "I know you're sad and depressed but I don't believe that resigning from the quidditch team is the solution."
"You don't even like quidditch!"
"So? I still want you happy, Harry. I've known you for quite a while and I know that quidditch is one of the things which makes you happy."
"I just don't feel for leading the practises, all of that stuff."
"The whole team would fall together without you," I said. "You're the only one with any experience! I mean, look, the rest of the team has been on for a year, plus, there's a need for three new beaters, right?"
"Correct" Ron said.
Harry sighed.
"Maybe" he just said.
"You know," Ginny broke into the conversation, "I thought I might try out for the chaser position.
"Me too" I said.
"You're both talented" Hermione said. "It's no impossibility that the both of you ends up in the team."
"Especially since talented quidditch players seems to be rare nowadays," Dean entered our conversation as well.
"Yeah, remember when we needed beaters?" Ron said.
Harry groaned but in a little up-cheered way.
"Spare me!"
Then it came, the smile.
During the Sorting, I was so hungry that I kept my arms wrapped around my stomach in pain. Then, finally, the last student (Wilson, Jessica) was sorted into Hufflepuff. Dumbledore held a short speak and then said the words I'd been waiting for during the hour which had passed.
"Let the fiest begin!"
I tucked in immediately as the food appeared on the table. Gosh, it tasted so good. When having eaten almost twice as much as I usually did, I laid the fork and the knife on the plate, stretched my back and yawned. I couldn't wait to get into my bed, close my eyes and just sleep...
Author's note: So, there it goes. Sorry about the boring summer, but I hadn't got any ideas. Maybe this whole chapter was a little boring, but I had to pass this to bring the story forward.
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Until next time,
Megafreak
