Bridget studied herself closely in the mirror as she prepared for another year at Hogwarts. People often told her that she was pretty. Bridget didn't think so, she always thought she looked sickly and pale. Her favourite feature about her was her eyes. In her opinion, no one had prettier eyes than her. They were her most prized feature. She nearly cried when they told her she had to get glasses. Eventually, as time went on, Bridget was allowed to get contacts and she no longer fretted about her eyes being overlooked. The blonde sighed, the summer had gone too quickly for her. While she liked school, the London fall weather depressed her and made her feel lonely, George tried his best to make it better, but it never worked. That's probably why we didn't work out, she thought to herself. Many people viewed Bridget as cold and detached. There were many people that wanted to date the young girl, but every single one of them held something back. It's not something that Bridget could explain in words. There was something that was missing. Amelia called it the 'spark in a relationship'. She wasn't sure what it was, but she could tell that it was missing. I wish I could find my someone. The blonde thought to herself sadly. She couldn't help but feel jealous of her two sisters. They had found their someones. Amelia and Oliver wood had dated all throughout their years at Hogwarts and got married the summer after their first year out of school. It had been two years and Amelia and Oliver had a daughter named Shannon Elizabeth. Hermione had been in love with Ron and the two finally started dating in the beginning of the summer. She was happy for them, but couldn't help but wonder when she would find her someone. Bridget wanted to know when it would be her turn to fall in love. She wanted to know what falling in love felt like. The girl longed for it and dreamed of it every night.
It was her sister's voice that snapped her out of her thoughts "Bridget, come on!" Her sister, Hermione, called to her, "We're going to be late to the train station. You know how Amelia gets when we just barely make it."
"Coming!" She yelled back as she took one last look in the mirror, grabbed her purse and ran down the stairs.
"Took you long enough," Amelia grumbled and helped Hermione drag her trunk to the car.
"Sorry, do you want me to take my trunk?" Bridget asked. "No, just wait. I'll help you carry it out to the car." Her sister hoisted the trunk into the back of the car and headed toward Bridget.
"What do you carry in here, bricks?" Her sister picked up the trunk.
Bridget laughed and shook her head, "Just the necessities."
"Uh-huh. And what would that be? Magazines featuring Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom?"
"No, can I drive?" "You don't have your license." "I have my permit," Bridget answered hopefully.
"Oh God no!" Hermione protested, "I don't think I fully recovered from the last time you let her drive."
"Hey!" Bridget exclaimed, "I wasn't that bad. Okay so I almost hit that tree, big deal!"
Amelia looked at her watch, "No Bridge. We don't have time. The train leaves in less than an hour."
"Fine," Bridget climbed into the front seat, "Next time."
"Next time," Amelia agreed as she started the car and backed out of the driveway.
When they arrived at King's Cross station, Hermione spotted the Weasleys and Harry."Oh no," Bridget groaned and tried to hide herself behind her two sisters.
"What?" Hermione and Amelia asked at the same time.
"It's George. We broke up over the summer and well, let's just say that things have been a bit awkward between the two of us."
Hermione stifled a giggle, "Never a dull moment in your love life, is there?"
"Shut up," Bridget said as she grabbed her trunk and slid into platform 9 3/4. She quickly made her way through the crowd and got onto the train. A few minutes later, Harry came into the compartment and sat down across from her, "Hey."
"Hey," she responded, "Where's everyone else?"
"Oh, Ron and Hermione had prefect duty and Ginny is sitting with Luna. So, did you have a good summer?"
Bridget shrugged, "It was okay. I guess. Did you have a good summer?"
"It was alright. Uneventful, but you know how it is."
"Yeah." There was an awkward silence between the two. "So I suppose you heard about my break up with George?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Why what?" Bridget asked and looked at him.
"Why did you guys break up?" "Oh! I dunno. I guess it was getting old between us. The magic was gone, so to speak."
"Yeah."Harry studied the girl's face. She had beautiful pale skin with a hint of freckles around her nose. Her eyes were a flawless pale blue that you could get lost in if you looked too long. Surrounding her face was golden hair that framed it perfectly and fell just past her shoulders. She was the most beautiful girl in school. Every night he thought about her and wished that she was his. The more he was with Ginny, the more he realised he wanted Bridget. He knew it was unfair, but he couldn't bear being alone.
"How about you and Ginny? I heard you two got back together." The sound of Bridget's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned his attention to her once more.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, but too much was changed between us and it didn't feel right."
Bridget sighed, "Well, at least you two are still friends. George and I can't even be in the same room. It's really bad."
"Well, I'm sure things will work out between you guys." Secretly, he was hoping that it wouldn't. If it doesn't, Harry thought to himself, I might actually have a chance with her. I should have asked her out when i had the chance. He still regretted not asking her. He pushed that memory out of his mind. It was a new year and that meant new beginnings.
"If you say so," Bridget doubted the words that came out of his mouth, but said nothing more on the subject.
"So, what do you think life will be like without Dumbledore as head master?"
"Good question," Harry said as he looked away. His mind drifted back to that horrific night. He still didn't want to admit to himself that Dumbledore was in fact gone. The one person that he felt close to. It's not like this is the first time, he sighed and fell back into his seat.
"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean . . ." Bridget began. She really hadn't thought before she spoke and felt like an idiot when she saw the hurt and pain in his jade eyes. Nice going Bridget, and the award for most insensitive comment goes to Miss Bridget Granger. She thought to herself as she winced.
"It's alright, really," Harry assured her, "I was just thinking about things."
"Oh. It looks like we're almost there," Bridget observed, grateful that the train ride was almost over. She didn't want to say something insensitive again and feel like an absolute idiot. "Yeah," Harry said, "I heard that there's going to be a Halloween dance."
Bridget looked at him, "Yeah, I heard that too. Like it's going to be a masquerade or somethin'."
"Are you planning on going with anyone?" "I probably won't go."
"Why not?"
Bridget shrugged and looked out the window, "I never really liked going to dances. I'm not a party girl. That's Amelia's deal."
"Oh." He looked at her doubtfully.
"I gave that up a long time ago," Bridget said as if she was reading Harry's mind. Before she moved back to England, she partied and drank heavily. Bridget had since gave up her old habits, but she knew that people still were leery about her and her past.
"Hey," Hermione said as she waltzed into the compartment where the two were sitting. Ron followed behind her. He sneaked up behind her and gave her a slobbery kiss on the cheek. Hermione groaned and wiped her cheek, then wiped it on his robes.
"Gross," Ron said as he laughed.
"At least that was on your robes and not your face," Hermione said with as a satisfied grin spread across her face. Bridget and Harry rolled their eyes at each other. Even though Bridget and Harry sometimes found the flirting annoying, they both agreed that it was cute to see the two finally together.
"So, are you two going to join us or are you going to stand there for the remainder of the trip?" Bridget asked with an amused grin on her face.
"Well, now that you've mentioned it," Hermione said as she and Ron took a seat across from her.
"I have to go change," Bridget got up and stretched, then reached for her bag and walked out the door. The two new people in the compartment watched her leave the room and then looked at Harry and smiled.
"So," Ron said with a sly grin on his face, "I trust you've heard that Bridget and George broke up?"
"Yeah, she mentioned it. Why?" Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.
"Now's your chance," Hermione grinned. It was common knowledge that she wanted her sister and Harry to get together. More for her own reasons than Bridget's best interests. She often got the impression that Harry felt like a third wheel and thought that maybe if he was with Bridget, there wouldn't be that awkward feeling any more. Hermione had a sneaking suspicion that that Ron's reasons were the same as her own.
"Chance?" Harry questioned in a confused voice.
"To ask her out on a date. I know that she'd say yes," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes, as if it was obvious.
"I don't think so."
"Why not!" Hermione and Ron exclaimed in unison.
"Because I don't think that she wants a relationship right now.
"Of course she does!" Hermione protested, "She's just being a drama queen."
"Did I hear someone talking about me? I mean, I'm probably the only girl in school that feels as though she hasn't done her job if she doesn't get referred to as a drama queen at least twice a day." Bridget stated sarcastically as she leaned against the compartment door with a smile on her face.
"Of course not," Hermione sighed, "Come on Ron, we have prefect duty to attend to." The two got up and headed out the door, leaving Bridget and Harry alone.
"But we don't have to," he stopped mid-sentence when he saw Hermione glaring at him, "We'd better get going." Ron agreed.
Harry looked at Bridget, "I still have to change." He got up and started out of the compartment.
"Yeah," Bridget agreed"but before you go,I have something to ask you."
"Okay, shoot."Is Bridget going to ask me to the dance? Harry thought to himself hopefully. She seemed like the type of girl that would take charge. Bridget always knew what she wanted and was not afraid to break social norms to get it.
"Would you mind if I used Hedwig to send a letter to Amelia? I left my diary at home," Bridget asked with a puppy dog face.
"Sure," Harry said, "but we better hurry if we're gonna make it on time," trying to cover up his disappointment.
"What's wrong?" Bridget asked as she studied the look on Harry's face."Nothing, I just don't want to be late. I missed the feast and the Sorting Ceremony last year and I don't want to miss it again." He left the compartment then a few minutes later, returned wearing his uniform.
Bridget smirked, "Alrighty then. I guess we'd better get moving." They made their way through the crowd and got into a carriage. The trip to the school seemed to take forever due to the awkward silence. It never occurred to her that he might like her. Or perhaps, it did, but she chose to ignore it because she didn't feel the same way. Harry was a dear friend to Bridget and she believe that a relationship between them would ruin their friendship. Her policy was generally to date people that she didn't really know. This sometimes backfired, but somehow she knew that this is how she would meet the one for her.
"This is my stop," Bridget joked when the carriage reached the school. She jumped out and waited for Harry to get out as well.
"I never would have guessed.. Let's get into the school. It's freezing out here."
"Yeah," Bridget waited for Harry to open the door.
"Bridget," a voice said from behind her when she was inside the castle.
"That'd be me," she turned around to see a handsome looking boy wearing a Ravenclaw uniform.
"How are you?"
"Go on, Harry. I'll catch up. Save me a seat." Bridget requested as she gazed suspiciously at the boy. She didn't recall seeing him around school. Hogwarts was big, but it wasn't that big. The students pretty much knew who everyone was.
"Alright." Harry agreed as he headed towards the Great Hall. He was confused. Was this Bridget's new boyfriend? He made a mental note to himself to ask Hermione if she had been speaking to any boys over the summer. Hermione thought that she was still single, but it's possible that Bridget didn't tell her.
"Do I know you?" Bridget asked when he left.
"No," the boy replied, "but you will."
Bridget smirked, "Really? And why's that?"
"Because I'm going to be asking you to do a few favours."
"And why should I do them?" Bridget challenged.
"Well, you see, I'm the Almighty."Bridget burst out laughing,"Yeah, and I'm George Bush."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. President."
"No really, who are you?"
"I told you. I'm God."
"Prove it. Tell me something that no one else would know."
"Let's see, you were born on September nineteenth, nineteen eighty seven at five thirty five in the morning, an hour before Hermione Anne Granger your sister was born. Your parents are Samuel David Granger and Erin Eileen O'Connell. She died when you were two. Your father remarried a woman named Sarah Marie Spencer. She never liked you and your other older sister Amelia Wren Granger, so she shipped you two off to boarding school, until your sister came here when she was eleven. You were devastated because she was like a mother to you. Your biggest fear is that you'll die alone. You favourite song is Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by the Beatles because your mother used to sing it to you when you had a bad dream. Your favourite colour is pink. And for some reason that is unknown to you, you hate the word Kleenex."
"Anyone could have told you that," Bridget said suspiciously.
"Okay, when you're alone you refer to yourself as Mrs, Jack Sparrow and when you go to sleep, you like to pretend that your pillow is Johnny Depp. Anything else you need to know?" the boy who called himself God asked with a I-Told-You-So grin on his face as he looked at Bridget's horrified stare."Stay away from me you sick freak!" Bridget as she headed toward the Great Hall and took her seat between her sister and Harry.
"You missed the Sorting Ceremony and McGonagall's welcome back speech. Guess who's taking her place teaching Transfiguration?"
"Who?"
"Lupin!"
"Cool." Bridget said as she tried to forget about the previous event. Why would God appear to her? She didn't really believe in God. After all, he had never really given her a reason to believe in Him. When her mother died, her father drank heavily and often abused her and her older sister.
"What took you so long?"
"Nothing," Bridget shook her head, "I just had to go to the bathroom."
"Took you long enough. What'd you do, fall in?"
Bridget rolled her eyes, "Yeah. can't you tell?" Bridget looked behind her to see Draco Malfoy sitting at the end of the table by himself.
"Hey, what's wrong with him?" Bridget asked as she looked with curiosity.
"No one will talk to him. Everyone's afraid after what happened with, well you know," Harry said with contempt.
"Oh," Bridget said as she felt a wave of pity for the boy. She shook the feeling off and helped herself to some mashed potatoes.When the feast was ended, everyone headed towards their proper dorms. Bridget once again spotted the boy that called himself God., He was staring at her as she stormed over to her.
"What do you want!" Bridget yelled so loud that everyone stopped and looked at her.
"I told you before," God said, "I have a few things for you to do for me."
"Why should I?"
"Because you broke a quite a few of your promises to me."
"Like what?"
"Like you'd get better grades, keep your room clean, go to church and even confession if I stopped your sister from having those horrible nightmares about when she discovered your mother the morning after she died."
"So, they never stopped.""Maybe it's because you didn't do any of those things you promised."
"So if I do, you'll make them stop?"
"No, Bridget, I don't bargain, that would just be mean."
"If I do them will you answer one question for me?"
"No. I'll ask the questions."
"Okay, but is it wrong that I think you're hot?"
God laughed, "I won't look like this the next time you see me. For your first task . . ."
"Hold up," Bridget said as she held up her hand, "First?"
"Of course," God replied, "I have a few things to ask you to do for me. Professor Remus Lupin will be asking for a teacher's assistant, I want you to apply for it."
"Why?"God sighed, "Because I said so."
"What if I don't?" Bridget never liked to be told what to do. She had always had a problem with authority and was a bit of a rebel. It was never teachers that she had a problem with. School was easy for her and she rarely got into trouble these days. It was authority figures like her father, grandparents, and sister. Bridget liked to be free and independent.
"Well Bridget, that's your choice. It's one of the many gifts I gave to you and many others; free will."