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Wait and See

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What will you do tomorrow? Now that it's all over?

I have never had to think about what will happen next. It always just happens. Go to school, go home for the holidays, then go back to school, and on it goes. As I got older it changed, go to school, go to the Burrow, and keep Harry safe. Stay alive. I never imagined when I stepped on board the Hogwarts Express that day in September nearly seven years ago, how much my life would change.

My first year at Hogwarts didn't start so good. It was quite lonely actually to begin with. Looking back on it now I know my attitude didn't help, who wants to talk to a bossy little girl, who thinks she knows everything? Neville was probably my only friend for a good while. Then the drama in the girls' bathroom happened, and then Harry and Ron became my friends, I think that is the turning point in my life.

Not long after we became friends, we starting learning about the Philosophers Stone. We also realised that Harry was in danger, not realising that he would nearly always be in danger. When we ventured into the Third Floor corridor, we had no idea what would await us, but we went anyway because we had to. There was no false bravado behind us, we were only eleven, nearly twelve, and we were scared out of our minds, but we went because no one listened. And if we didn't go very bad things would happen. So we went, and we were very lucky, I remembered feeling relieved that it was over, we were safe. There was nothing to worry about now.

The second year started much the same as the first, except this time I wasn't alone. It was just starting to feel like home again, when we found the message on the wall. I didn't think what it all meant at the time, of course Malfoy opening his mouth made it sort of make sense, but it wasn't till Professor McGonagall told us about the alleged Chamber that it was illuminated. Ron wouldn't be a target, Harry maybe, he was a half-blood wizard, but if anyone of us three had the bullseye over our heads it was I. It was a scary thought, but I didn't have much of a chance to figure it out, what with being half-cat for a few weeks, and then being petrified just after I figured some things out. The term was pretty much over by the time I was awoken, and Harry was safe once more.

The start of Third year was a little different. We knew Harry was in danger pretty much straight away. Apparently Sirius Black was after him. There was nothing we could do about it. We knew we were safe in the castle, as long as we were there, and Dumbledore was around there was no chance of Sirius Black coming anywhere near us, or so we thought. But he did get near us, and not only him. Someone else got close to us, and he was there all along. That was a scary thought once I thought about it after, a murderer pretty much was right there all along, for the last three years. Of course Harry never really was in that much danger that year, sure things were up against him, the Dementors affected him more than he would share with me. I know it was hard on him at the end, he finally finds a link to his parents, two of their best friends. And they are taken away from him.

Our fourth year was I think the beginning of everything. It had all been leading up to this moment. We all had to grow up, and right away. The main event that year was the tournament, with Harry facing deadly challenges at every turn. It all changed at the end with Cedric murdered and Voldemort back. That really opened my eyes to what was going to happen, if someone so good could be killed for absolutely no reason, just being in that place, what would that mean for the rest of us? No one was safe.

Fifth year was hard. It was even harder for Harry as it normally always is. Of course he didn't cope well with what was happening, often lashing out at whoever was closest. More often than not it was Ron and I who bore the brunt of it. Having no one believing him, and having to deal with Umbridge at every turn took its toll. It also didn't help that he couldn't talk to Sirius, not that Sirius was the best influence on him. Not that I would wish him gone at all, because I realised too late, just how much Harry needed him. And now once again it all changed, everyone knew that Voldemort was back.

Last year was tough, emotional for me. I thought Ron was the one for me, the only one. But I soon realised how wrong I was, he didn't do anything really terrible wrong, just proved to me how different we were, and I knew he wasn't the one for me. Once I realised that and moved past it, I had to deal with Harry and his thoughts. 'Malfoys bad', 'he's up to no good'. I heard it all, and I did listen, but I just assumed it was just another one of Harry' paranoid thoughts. But how wrong I was. As so many of us were. Even if he didn't want to or did go through with it, he had intended to, he made it possible. Whether he said the words or not, it was him. That's why it came as a complete shock when he came into the Headquarters with his mother. How he knew what is was, and where it was we will never know, he sure as hell wasn't telling. But he stood on our side at the end, and he didn't waver at all. He may never redeem himself completely in some eyes, but he made great strides.

So here I stand at the end of it all, I've survived. Many didn't, but it was war, and we knew there would be casualties. We would always carry the scars of what we did, but in the end it seemed almost like it was right, we defeated Voldemort. He was gone, forever. And that was all that matters.

I have no answer for Draco' question. Maybe just a word or two. So I turn to him and give him a little smile, "I don't know. Wait and see."

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Prompt: Tomorrow