Chapter 13: WOOHOO!

Thank God.

A WEEKEND!

I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Days of unspeakable scholarly toil had nearly drained me of all girlish giddiness. But my friends, the Hogsmeade weekends had begun!

I decided to wear jeans, sneakers, and a beige corduroy jacket over a Spongebob Squarepants t-shirt. Pulling on the shirt, I remembered Mr. Ellowsbee's face when I picked it out of the muggle store. He squinted at it and crossed his arms. It must've been five times when he asked me if I really wanted the shirt. He just didn't get it.

"Juls, I just don't get it."

"You don't have to get it, Mr. Ellowsbee. What's important is that I do."

It was a white cotton shirt that had Spongebob saluting whoever looks at the shirt. Underneath him it said, "I'M READY!"

"I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready..." I said as I sprinted out to the grounds.

The trio was standing by the fountai. They wore muggle clothes but no one wore anything quite so…spongy.

"I'm ready," Ron read.

"Dayayayayayayaya!"

They, along with a few other people, looked at me like I was crazy. We'll I was, and still am, thankyouveddymuch. I don't think I've mentioned I like doing cartoon's voices. Anyway, I do a mean Spongebob impersonation.

"Forget it. Let's go go go go!" I insisted as I dragged them towards the gate.

"You are not hyper today," Hermione commented.

"No, I am not," I grinned, "Well? We're not getting any younger!"

We finally got to walking towards Hogsmeade, the land of freedom.

--- HARRY'S POV ---

With my hands in my pockets, I glanced around Honeydukes. The others were already lining up to pay for their sweets. I didn't feel like eating at the time. The dreams were getting worse. It's hard to forget that the war had begun.

A group of Ravenclaws stepped into the store. They looked like seventh years and they started elbowing this one person. Finally, that boy had stepped forward and walked cautiously towards the line.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Juls turned around.

"Hello," the boy greeted.

"Umm…hi."

"I've noticed your shirt."

"Yeah, what about it?" Juls had ceased to sound shy. She spoke in a crisp manner.

"It's nice. I'm not sure what that yellow thing is supposed to be though."

"He's a sponge."

"I thought so," the boy had smiled and leaned closer.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I turned around. It was Mr. Guillard.

"May I have a moment with you, Mr. Potter?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I had turned to my friends, "I'll be back in a second!"

They nodded so I followed Mr. Guillard outside the store. We wad walked to a quiet nearby alley. He had turned to me and casually asked, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"And Ms. Enicola, how is she doing?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

He didn't answer my question. Instead, he gripped his cane a little harder and said, "I hope she is doing well in her studies. It must be difficult studying alone in a normal school."

"I wouldn't know sir. Like I said, ask her yourself. I'm sure she'd tell you everything."

Mr. Guillard's expression turned hard, his eyes blazing with fury. Obviously, I wasn't as much of a help as he'd expected. But he just took a deep breath and maintained his composure.

"Maybe I'll see you later, Mr. Potter. Take care for these are dangerous times," Mr. Guillard nodded. I nodded back. He walked back to the streets and disappeared in the crowd. So I went back to Honeydukes.

"Where have you been? What did he tell you?" Hermione asked as I approached.

"He kept asking about Juls. I told him to talk to her himself."

"What did he say to that?"

"Nothing."

"I don't see why he couldn't talk to me," Juls said, "I don't bite."

"He's up to something. I can feel it," I muttered. The Ravenclaws were still standing close by but were having their own conversation.

"Look. Don't worry yourself over Guillard. Leave that to me."

I looked at her warily. Why would she say that?

"I got cream-filled cupcakes! Who wants some?" Juls took out a bag.

I grabbed a cupcake and took a big bite. For some reason, I couldn't get the picture of Mr. Guillard's furious face out of my head.

--- JULS' POV ---

No no no no no.! Harry CANNOT be involved with this Guillard thing! He's not supposed to! He has his OWN problems to deal with. He can't waste his time on my problems and ignore HIS. That would change things way too much. But then, things have changed an awful lot since I've gotten here. People who shouldn't be are hanging around Hogwarts. Now Harry's getting caught up in some other situation when HE SHOULD BE STICKING TO THE STORYLINE. What if the ending changes? What if the good side loses because I brought this Guillard stuff to the table? If Voldy wins, I will NEVER forgive myself.

I had written all this in a journal I had bought. I don't write on journals on a regular basis. Normally I just write whenever I had to vent about something so I could calm down.

That's IT. I resolve to spend less time with the trio so they can go on with their supposed lives and not get sidetracked by my issues. At the very least, I WON'T feed them any information that might make them want to do things they aren't supposed to. PERIOD.

I wished I had read my book six one more time. I had lent it to my friend Ollie and forgotten most of the stuff that happened on Harry's six year. All I remembered was that Harry gets with Ginny, Ron with someone and THEN Hermione, there's a new minister of Magic, and Dumbledore dies. I spaced out.

Oh shit.