"How could you be so irresponsible Hermoine? I thought that with all the time that you spent reading and learning to be independent you wouldn't have gone so far over your cell phone minutes. It's costing your mother and myself an extra $300, just to pay for the overtime you spent on that phone. Not to mention the actual bill. You need to learn how to manage your time, this isn't Hogwarts, this is the real world, you need to learn responsibility. Magic isn't going to help you here sweetie. You are going to go babysitting tomorrow night, you need to start earning money for that cell phone bill, and I don't want to hear another word of it, do I make myself clear?" My father told me as soon as I got home from one of the most awkward days of magical camp ever.
"Yes, I understand what you are trying to tell me, and I am sorry about the rather large expense of the cell phone bill, but I am having problems with Ron, you know, surely mom told you." I try to explain to my father, but I don't think that he is getting the point, and I knew he wouldn't because he is male. Not that there is anything wrong with the male gender, just that they are all alike. So your boyfriend went and kissed one of your bestfriends, its nothing to worry about sweetie, stop being so selfish, and get over yourself. That would probably be the response of the typical male. After all Ron did tell me it was 'no big thing'. So you proceeded to tell him that the next time you full on make out with Harry, it will be no big thing, but it was the wrong thing to say. One because ginny was standing right there and now she looks a little hurt, but she understands that you would never so something like that to hurt her, or Ron for that matter. Second, because now Ron's face is as red as his hair.
After twenty minutes of him yelling at you and lecturing you about growing up, and forgetting it, because it meant nothing, and twenty minutes of you rolling your eyes, your done. You stand up, and push him away, because frankly, you couldn't give a rats ass what he says right now. You don't even know if you want to persue a relationship with someone who could kiss one of your best friends, not to mention the fact that it was practically right in front of you. Ok so it wasn't in front of you exactly, but you being in the bathroom puking your brains out cause you had one to many drinks of fire whisky, and them being in the living room, playing tag with their tongues would constitute as it being in front of you right? Yeah, it definitely would.
You're pulled out of your thoughts when your dad is looking at you strangely, not that he would understand, no he wouldn't, and your just to pissed to care right now, so you turn around and walk away, telling him exactly what he wants to hear. "yeah dad, I was wrong and irresponsible, I will baby sit tomorrow to start making the money to pay back you and mom for the cell phone bill." But completely to your shock, before you can make it all the way up the stairs, you hear your dad mutter something just loud enough and coherient enough for you to understand. "I'm sorry about the whole Ron thing, he is a bloody idiot, and he will get what is coming to him eventually." You smile, so maybe your dad isn't the typical male, and you know that he means every word that he says, cause after all you are his little girl, and he would do anything to protect you, even if that means baby sitting for a couple of brats for a couple hours just to learn responsibility so you can pay them back. God, you hate irony right now, and wish that your parents weren't always right, about everything. Even more so than you, and you have been known as the insufferable know it all. Not that your proud…or anything.
Now for a good nights sleep, and then another awkward day of camp, where you have to pretend that you're the biggest bitch on the face of the earth, and that you want Lavender to go to hell for kissing Ron, but you really just want to forgive her and tell her your sorry, even though she should be the one to apologize, and she has, unmercifully.
After putting your bushy curly locks into a half ass pony, and putting on your most comfortable sweat pants, and tank top, you lay down in your bed, and slowly drift off to a dream-filled sleep, one that haunts you more and more all the time. God, you definitely hate sleep, and if you didn't have to do it, then you totally wouldn't. That's the facts, and you know it.
DREAM:
The days are passing quicker than anyone can imagine, and everyone knows that soon it is kill, or be killed, especially harry. No one wants to go, and no one wants to fight, for when it is over, it is truly over. Every one is scared that they will be sacrificed for the greater good, and then what happens if the greater good, is not the one that comes out on top, then you will have lost your best friend(s) and possibly yourself. You can feel the nervous tension around you, everyone is screaming, screaming because they know that they may not live to see tomorrows dawn breaking across the horizon. That you may never see the dawn breaking the horizon anymore. Its scary, to know that your not immortal, that you really do die, eventually, and that there is nothing that you can do, try as you might to prevent it from happening.
But there is not a damn thing that you can do but sit here, and wait for you to meet you fate, with open arms, or not. Your parents are trying to comfort you, but there is nothing that they can say to help for they just don't understand the magnitude of this fight, they wouldn't though, they are just muggles, and as mean as it is to say that, you know that it is the truth. They could never know what you are about to go up against, on the pure fact that they would probably lock you in a closet and try to shelter you from what is going to happen. But you cant let that happen, for your place is fighting next to harry, fighting to the death even, if that is what it takes. You cant be that little scared innocent girl anymore, no you lost that image long ago, to the hands of the death eaters, and voldemort, on one of the many occasions he has tried to rid the world of you and your best friends, and Ron. But even in your sleep you force Ron out of your mind. There is no time for him now.
All of a sudden you are on a battle field, where it is, you know not, and why you are there you can only assume, and you know that it is not because you are going on a picnic, or going to pick flowers, you know why you are there.
There it is, what you have been waiting nervously to see, the long black sweeping robes of the most evil man ever to walk the earth, and you know that he will show no mercy, and you are basically screwed. Even from the distance that you are from him, you can still hear his high pitched evil shrieks of laughter, and you watch your friends getting struck down one by one, slowly, to build up his satisfaction. Then there it is, those two words.
Avada Kedavra
You see the green light flowing your way, and what do you do, try to block it, try to jump out of the way, no you open your arms and embrace the welcoming peace as you slowly drift from your body. Its over now.
You wake with a start and look at your alarm clock which is screaming that it is time to get ready to train. You told your parents that you were going away to a magical camp, where only the best are accepted, and that you will learn all sorts of cool things that hogwarts isn't allowed to teach you, but in reality you are going to train. You are going to learn how to defend yourself, and how to fight for the inevitable war. That bloody thing has had its shadow lingering on you ever since you met Harry, but its not his fault, and you don't resent him for it.
After all he didn't choose this life, he was born into it, and rather unfairly too.
So you finish getting ready, and then you go downstairs, eat the breakfast that your mother so kindly made you (how can you learn responsibility for yourself, when everything is done for you?) and then head out the door, and find the port key. Yes, it is right where you left it, you put your hand on the dirty old paper and find your self back at the training facility.
You walk to the front doors, and tell yourself it is all about composure.
Yes, composure you think as you open the door to a new day, filled with the same old bullshit.
