Chapter 6 - Graduation
Madam Dumas and I both stood at the back of the great hall near the two giant doors. I could see myself sitting at the head of the graduating students and their families. I noticed that the Weasley twins were missing as there was a serious lack of red hair in the lines. I saw Oliver sitting with my parents and I smiled, he and I were obviously still together if he had come to my graduation. I watched as Dumbledore rose and a hush fell over the great hall.
"Again it is the time of year where we at Hogwarts bid farewell to those who we have trained and taught these past few years. And indeed they have been eventful years filled with tears and laughter. But I do hope that for each here that laughter was more prevalent. Now for their farewell speech's I give you the head girl from Gryffindor, who we should congratulate on becoming a member of Puddlemere United the great Quidditch player Miss Katie Bell." The hall burst into applause.
I turned too looked at Dumas, it seemed perfect. I was with Oliver, I was head girl and I was going to play for Puddlemere. It was all I had ever wanted. But Dumas still had a sly smirk on her thin red lips that made me wary. I turned back and watched as I saw myself stand on the stage. I could feel what she felt, my future self was nervous about her speech and her head was filled with a speech that made no sense to me. But I watched as she smiled down at the students and teachers.
"Witches and Wizards, ladies and Gentlemen. I welcome you to the graduation of the year 1998. This has indeed been an eventful time to walk these halls. We have been witnesses to the rise again of He-who-shall-not-be- named; we all know that war is brewing in this world we enter a war in which we shall all be called upon to stand tall and do what we believe right, we must steel ourselves for the battles we face. But we must remember we have also seen laughter here in the form of two missing students who I've been told have sent their best to us and wish for us to try something called Exploding Poker, but with Fred and George Weasley I believe everything with the word Exploding in it is to be handled very carefully it may explode or turn you yellow from my past experience with the pair.
As a class we have held together, not due to the house we have been sorted to on that first night we were lead here seven years ago by Hagrid, but because we over saw that, we joined together as one when the time came and I know we shall again when needed. Unity is the key to he-who- shall-not-be-named downfall. We have already lost many loved ones, we lost many friends and those whom we once classed enemies. But now as we are about to venture into the world as fully trained witches and wizards I believe that the unity we learnt here shall do us the world of good. We have all studied hard, be it in the classroom or on the Quidditch pitch, we have all played a part in this old school's story. And now as we prepare to leave it for the last time I ask all the students to stand and give a round of applause to our fine headmaster and teachers, we owe them a lot for forming the strong family bond we felt here within these castle walls." as my future self stopped the hall erupted into raptures of applause for all the teachers that sat at the top table. Looking up at it I notice that Snape is missing and Professor's Lupin and Moody are sitting at the table. I can feel my heart beat relax as I come of stage and let the Head Boy make his speech, Lee Jordan - never had I thought he would get it! I watch from the back of the hall as I go back to my seat smiling at Oliver and my family. I can feel my future self sigh as she sits back down in her chair.
"I feel happy enough!" I say to Madam Dumas who again just smirks and motions me to watch. As I watch the scene before begins to fast forward as if someone had hit the button on a VCR. When it again slows down it is night and we are at the graduation banquet. My parents are deep in conversation with the Jordan's and my brother and sister are watching Nearly-headless-nick with joy as he retells tales of all the Gryffindor's he has seen since he became a ghost. I see myself, my future self, sitting next to Oliver.
"Katie, your speech was amazing. You were amazing." He said softly into her, my, ear. I can see myself blush a little.
"Oh stop. Are you going to be this nice forever?" my future self said coyly. I feel a warm flush come over me as I watch the two. I still can't believe I am watching myself.
"Oh well of course, I'll have to protect the best chaser my team has ever known." His voice is a heavy and heated, I feel my future self knot with excitement as he whispers in her ear. I smile, these two are most definitely intimate, and I see images flash in my future self's mind. Flash's of Oliver, kissing the inside of my leg slowly moving his lips up until every inch of my body has been kiss and I feel passions fire burn within me. I look at Dumas and sigh, I was feeling happy, I want to know what point she is trying to make showing me this. Suddenly a violent pain gripped me and I fell to my knees, I clasp my hands to my head to try block the pain but it grows worse.
"Be warned Miss Bell I shall be back for you. I still have much to show you." With that icy warning Dumas vanished and I was in Oliver's flat in Diagon Alley again. Abby was sitting with me and looked amazed to see me awake. I sat up and looked at my hands, the bracelet was back. The icy diamonds sent shivers down my spine. All I wanted to know was what was happening to me?
"Katie, are you okay? God we thought we lost you." Abby said softly in my ear. Her voice is odd, it is a mixture of amazement and fear.
"Oliver? Where is he?" I cough. A man's hand takes mine and I smile softly.
"My god. Katie I thought I lost you for a moment there." He said sitting close to me. I hold his hand tightly.
"Okay. I had better go to Dumbledore. Oliver, stay with her and don't take that bracelet of again. Oh I may know someone who can help but it's a long shot. Stay put here, don't leave the flat." Abby warned as she vanished.
"Oliver, hold me." I said as he threw his arms around me. What was going on? Why was I seeing flashes of the future? Were they my future? What great regret did I have a chance at fixing?
I breathed in Oliver's scents of aftershave and spiced shower gel. I couldn't help but remember the last flashes I had received from my future self. I could still feel his lips on my thighs and breasts. I looked at Oliver with lust heavy eyes and I leant in and kissed him. He seemed a little taken aback by this but soon melts into the kiss and I feel the passion build between us. My hands begin to travel his chest which is toned from years of Quidditch. I feel him moan softly as my fingernails gently racked his six pack. I feel him press himself closer to me; his excitement is evident as his jeans tighten in what has to be painful. He leans me back onto the pillows and all the while we never break the kiss. I can feel my chest heave with passion as he slowly reaches under my blouse to cup in his hands my satin covered breasts. He backs of now only far enough to look into my eyes. His brown eyes are fogged with lust and his cheeks are flushed. He looked like he was about to speak but before he could I lean forward and take his lips for my own again. He lay upon me now, his weight was crushing but I didn't mind, I think though he realised this and put most of his weight on his knee which was between my legs. As our tongues did battle I could feel him holding me tighter to him, I could feel the bulge in his jeans grow even more, I reached my hand down and slow ran my hand over it, he moaned out my name as I caressed the bulge through the coarse fabric, I can't help but moan a response. He gently kisses me and takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites softly. I am on the verge of want. His fingertips slowly run over the top of my bra sending electric shocks trough me. I gasp as his fingers tickle the top of my breasts. I buck a little and move, he now rested snugly between my legs. I feel restricted now in these clothes and want to rip them away. I feel Oliver moan into my neck as I stroke the bulge, this action is driving us both to distraction.
Madam Dumas and I both stood at the back of the great hall near the two giant doors. I could see myself sitting at the head of the graduating students and their families. I noticed that the Weasley twins were missing as there was a serious lack of red hair in the lines. I saw Oliver sitting with my parents and I smiled, he and I were obviously still together if he had come to my graduation. I watched as Dumbledore rose and a hush fell over the great hall.
"Again it is the time of year where we at Hogwarts bid farewell to those who we have trained and taught these past few years. And indeed they have been eventful years filled with tears and laughter. But I do hope that for each here that laughter was more prevalent. Now for their farewell speech's I give you the head girl from Gryffindor, who we should congratulate on becoming a member of Puddlemere United the great Quidditch player Miss Katie Bell." The hall burst into applause.
I turned too looked at Dumas, it seemed perfect. I was with Oliver, I was head girl and I was going to play for Puddlemere. It was all I had ever wanted. But Dumas still had a sly smirk on her thin red lips that made me wary. I turned back and watched as I saw myself stand on the stage. I could feel what she felt, my future self was nervous about her speech and her head was filled with a speech that made no sense to me. But I watched as she smiled down at the students and teachers.
"Witches and Wizards, ladies and Gentlemen. I welcome you to the graduation of the year 1998. This has indeed been an eventful time to walk these halls. We have been witnesses to the rise again of He-who-shall-not-be- named; we all know that war is brewing in this world we enter a war in which we shall all be called upon to stand tall and do what we believe right, we must steel ourselves for the battles we face. But we must remember we have also seen laughter here in the form of two missing students who I've been told have sent their best to us and wish for us to try something called Exploding Poker, but with Fred and George Weasley I believe everything with the word Exploding in it is to be handled very carefully it may explode or turn you yellow from my past experience with the pair.
As a class we have held together, not due to the house we have been sorted to on that first night we were lead here seven years ago by Hagrid, but because we over saw that, we joined together as one when the time came and I know we shall again when needed. Unity is the key to he-who- shall-not-be-named downfall. We have already lost many loved ones, we lost many friends and those whom we once classed enemies. But now as we are about to venture into the world as fully trained witches and wizards I believe that the unity we learnt here shall do us the world of good. We have all studied hard, be it in the classroom or on the Quidditch pitch, we have all played a part in this old school's story. And now as we prepare to leave it for the last time I ask all the students to stand and give a round of applause to our fine headmaster and teachers, we owe them a lot for forming the strong family bond we felt here within these castle walls." as my future self stopped the hall erupted into raptures of applause for all the teachers that sat at the top table. Looking up at it I notice that Snape is missing and Professor's Lupin and Moody are sitting at the table. I can feel my heart beat relax as I come of stage and let the Head Boy make his speech, Lee Jordan - never had I thought he would get it! I watch from the back of the hall as I go back to my seat smiling at Oliver and my family. I can feel my future self sigh as she sits back down in her chair.
"I feel happy enough!" I say to Madam Dumas who again just smirks and motions me to watch. As I watch the scene before begins to fast forward as if someone had hit the button on a VCR. When it again slows down it is night and we are at the graduation banquet. My parents are deep in conversation with the Jordan's and my brother and sister are watching Nearly-headless-nick with joy as he retells tales of all the Gryffindor's he has seen since he became a ghost. I see myself, my future self, sitting next to Oliver.
"Katie, your speech was amazing. You were amazing." He said softly into her, my, ear. I can see myself blush a little.
"Oh stop. Are you going to be this nice forever?" my future self said coyly. I feel a warm flush come over me as I watch the two. I still can't believe I am watching myself.
"Oh well of course, I'll have to protect the best chaser my team has ever known." His voice is a heavy and heated, I feel my future self knot with excitement as he whispers in her ear. I smile, these two are most definitely intimate, and I see images flash in my future self's mind. Flash's of Oliver, kissing the inside of my leg slowly moving his lips up until every inch of my body has been kiss and I feel passions fire burn within me. I look at Dumas and sigh, I was feeling happy, I want to know what point she is trying to make showing me this. Suddenly a violent pain gripped me and I fell to my knees, I clasp my hands to my head to try block the pain but it grows worse.
"Be warned Miss Bell I shall be back for you. I still have much to show you." With that icy warning Dumas vanished and I was in Oliver's flat in Diagon Alley again. Abby was sitting with me and looked amazed to see me awake. I sat up and looked at my hands, the bracelet was back. The icy diamonds sent shivers down my spine. All I wanted to know was what was happening to me?
"Katie, are you okay? God we thought we lost you." Abby said softly in my ear. Her voice is odd, it is a mixture of amazement and fear.
"Oliver? Where is he?" I cough. A man's hand takes mine and I smile softly.
"My god. Katie I thought I lost you for a moment there." He said sitting close to me. I hold his hand tightly.
"Okay. I had better go to Dumbledore. Oliver, stay with her and don't take that bracelet of again. Oh I may know someone who can help but it's a long shot. Stay put here, don't leave the flat." Abby warned as she vanished.
"Oliver, hold me." I said as he threw his arms around me. What was going on? Why was I seeing flashes of the future? Were they my future? What great regret did I have a chance at fixing?
I breathed in Oliver's scents of aftershave and spiced shower gel. I couldn't help but remember the last flashes I had received from my future self. I could still feel his lips on my thighs and breasts. I looked at Oliver with lust heavy eyes and I leant in and kissed him. He seemed a little taken aback by this but soon melts into the kiss and I feel the passion build between us. My hands begin to travel his chest which is toned from years of Quidditch. I feel him moan softly as my fingernails gently racked his six pack. I feel him press himself closer to me; his excitement is evident as his jeans tighten in what has to be painful. He leans me back onto the pillows and all the while we never break the kiss. I can feel my chest heave with passion as he slowly reaches under my blouse to cup in his hands my satin covered breasts. He backs of now only far enough to look into my eyes. His brown eyes are fogged with lust and his cheeks are flushed. He looked like he was about to speak but before he could I lean forward and take his lips for my own again. He lay upon me now, his weight was crushing but I didn't mind, I think though he realised this and put most of his weight on his knee which was between my legs. As our tongues did battle I could feel him holding me tighter to him, I could feel the bulge in his jeans grow even more, I reached my hand down and slow ran my hand over it, he moaned out my name as I caressed the bulge through the coarse fabric, I can't help but moan a response. He gently kisses me and takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites softly. I am on the verge of want. His fingertips slowly run over the top of my bra sending electric shocks trough me. I gasp as his fingers tickle the top of my breasts. I buck a little and move, he now rested snugly between my legs. I feel restricted now in these clothes and want to rip them away. I feel Oliver moan into my neck as I stroke the bulge, this action is driving us both to distraction.