Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. Some conversation taken directly from the beginning of the chapter "Dumbledore's Army" in OotP.
This one's for Sammy, who's been here all along.
"Have a look at my dream diary, Parvati," Lavender says excitedly. I nod absentmindedly, slipping the diary under my desk to hide it, in the unlikely event that Flitwick will notice if one girl isn't concentrating completely on silencing her raven.
"Silencio!"
The raven caws loudly. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. Beneath my desk, I flip open Lavender's dream diary and scan its pages without reading them.
I've been — distracted, lately. I think it started at the Hog's Head this weekend, listening to them talk about what Harry Potter's done. Sort of got me thinking — him and his two friends, they've just — well, they've experienced so much more than the rest of us. They've looked in the face of death, as cliché as it may sound. I mean, I saw Diggory's body as well as the next person, but he was actually there and, from what I've heard, nearly died himself. I mean, that's something I can't even start to imagine. And at the Hog's Head when they were talking about the stuff he's done — I hadn't even known about half of it. But the stuff the three of them think about — him, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley — like, I don't know, the tides of good and evil and that sort of thing. Makes me feel kind of frivolous. I mean, sure, I'm doing some stuff — there's that whole secret Defense society and everything — but that's different. It's not — well — real.
I twist in my seat to look at the trio. They've got their heads together in that trademark huddle. Hermione's speaking. I can just barely hear her over the noise of Charms class.
"It was a very, very close call last night," she's saying. "I just wonder if Umbridge knows how close it was." She silences her frog. "If she'd caught Snuffles . . ."
Something about Umbridge nearly catching something named Snuffles. Tides of good and evil, all right.
"He'd probably be back in Azkaban this morning," Harry says.
Told you. Tides of good and evil.
I turn back to Lavender's dream diary.
A/N: See, Sammy? I finally wrote it. Although it ended up being Parvati's POV. Took me about two months, but I got around to it. To everyone who might read this: please review it. I love reviews; they make me really happy.