Author's Note: My dearest apologies for taking way too long again.
Sarah – Here's more. Sorry about the wait.
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Pussinboots – Haha! Thank you.
Harry-Potter-fan01 – NO! No no no, absolutely not. That was not the last chapter. Did it seem to be?
Acdclover – Hm. It's interesting, what you said about my spelling, as my computer is set to mark spell errors. So, if you could point out any particular places, it would help me in my… 'further investigation'. Thanks anyway!
Misao, Demon Master – So you did it again, my friend – made me laugh.
Tania25 – Hm. Obviously I'm not from the UK either. Attention to everyone; I know absolutely nothingabout neither British nor American school systems. Thanks for alerting me, though. And I'm perfectly well aware of that the Leaky Cauldron isn't the best place. Tamara is just a little desperate. And I actually have a point with that. Draco isn't nice, only to Tamara. I mean, they are brother and sister after all so they have kind of a special bond. However, keep your nice reviews coming 'cause I like them.
Chapter 28 – Lupin
"I hate that bloody thing", I muttered to myself when I had gotten off the Knight Bus after what had seemed to be an eternity. "And I'm never ever going to go on one again."It was still raining, but here in London the rain was far from as… beautiful as it had been outside Malfoy Manor. It was simply… wet. So I hurried inside the Leaky Cauldron, pulling my trunks behind me. When inside, I approached the man behind the reception desk, who appeared to be Tom, the barkeep. Ten minutes later he had shown me up to a room.
I sank down onto the bed when he had left. Now what, I thought. Wander around in Diagonalley for the remaining days? Probably.
But as for now, I was tired after having ridden the Knight Bus, so I decided to take a nap. Still in my clothes – not even bothering to take my shoes off – I leaned back onto the bed and drifted off to sleep.
I woke about an hour later, by a persistent knocking on the window. Still somewhat heavy with sleep, I established the fact that it was an owl. I got up and opened the window to let it in. It flew in and dropped the letter on the bed before quickly hurrying off.
"Hm", I mused, "it's too early for the Hogwarts letter, so it has to be… oh shit." OWL results.
At first I didn't dare to look, even. This was, in a way, my future, written on a piece of parchment. Scary.
"Get a grip, Tamara", I muttered and tore the envelope open before I had any time to regret it.
Out fell one single piece of parchment. I picked it up and read quickly through the writing in the beginning. "Dear Miss Malfoy", I read out loud, "blah blah blah six different grades, outstanding being the best, followed by exceeds expectations, average, poor, dreadful and troll, which is the worst… blah blah blah. Here are your results."
Subject; Written/Practical
Ancient Runes; O/--
Arithmancy; E/--
Astrology; D/--
Care of Magical Creatures; E/E
Charms; O/O
Defence against the Dark Arts; O/O
Herbology; O/O
History of Magic; E/--
Potions; O/O
Transfiguration; E/A
In a short while, you will receive a letter from Hogwarts informing you of which NEWT classes you have been accepted into.
Best Regards,
Griselda Marchbanks, Wizarding Examinations Authority, Ministry of Magic
(A/N Sorry about the weird table showing grades but I had problems with that.)
"HAHA!" I yelled manically. "SCORE! HAHAHA!"
Then I fell down on the bed laughing my heart out. I had made it, both Potions and Herbology, which were the two most important subjects if I wanted to be a healer.
"Calm down now", I told myself. "You act like you've gone mental!"
But then I just began laughing frantically again.
I spent the following days wandering Diagonalley. I had quite a good time peeping in and out of all kinds of shops, although I didn't have much money so I couldn't exactly go shopping (shop 'til you drop, LoL). But I had a good time anyway.
But so, on the fifth day, I accidentally bumped into someone familiar. We both looked up, and I was surprised to be staring straight into the face of my second year Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin.
"Well hello there", he said.
I didn't know why, but somehow he reminded me of Dumbledore. The way of talking.
"Erm, Professor, hi", I said.
He smiled. "I believe you can leave out the 'Professor', as I'm no longer a Hogwarts teacher."
"Hm. Right."
"So", he said, "out shopping?" He looked around, as if to see if I had company. "Alone?"
"Well", I said slowly, "I guess I am."
He lowered his voice so that no one would hear. "Heard anything from your father lately, Tamara?"
I shook my head.
"I… or we, perhaps, were just thinking", he said seriously, "your father knows very well that you were the one responsible for him being captured. Don't you think there's a minor risk he might-"
"Want revenge?" I filled in.
"Well, yes", he said. "Have your mother been in contact with him? Your brother?"
"Not Draco", I said quickly. "But… my mother, perhaps. She was…"
"She was what?" he asked urgently.
I hesitated whether or not to tell him I had actually run away from home. I had a feeling he wouldn't be too glad about it. Then again, he was one of the good guys, right? Although he was a werewolf. So finally, I decided to tell him.
"Well", I said, "I kind of woke up one morning, she was, er, gone."
"She took off?"
"I'm not sure", I said slowly, "as… I haven't really been at Malfoy Manor since."
"Why? Where are you staying?"
"That morning", I told him, "father was on the headlines of The Daily Prophet. I thought, that he might come there, so I… left."
"Where to?"
"Currently, I'm staying at the Leaky-"
"The Leaky Cauldron?!" he exclaimed. "Are you insane? Your father might be wanting his revenge and you choose to stay at The Leaky Cauldron?"
"I didn't know where to go", I said defensively.
"Any place this public is too dangerous, of course", he said slowly. Then he was silent for a while, probably debating on what to do with me or something.
"Go back to the Leaky Cauldron and pack your trunk. You have to get out of here."
"But… where to?"
"I can't tell you yet", he said. "Go and pack your bag, I'll meet you outside the Leaky Cauldron in an hour."
Then he headed off, leaving me standing behind, very confused.
Author's Note: Sorry about the short chapter, but I wanted to get something up, as I haven't been posting in a while, as you know. Oh – I admit it's easy, but just for fun – everyone who guesses where they are headed, get the next chapter dedicated to them! Haha! Submit your guesses in a review, people.
