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September swept into October and the class load got heavier, the quartet was barley ever seen without one another and people had started to call them the golden quartet. The only times they seemed to split was during the night when the girls would go up their staircase and the boys up theirs, or when Aimee was practicing for the first Quidditch game at the beginning of October.
None of them had game face to face with the three headed dog again and for that they were all grateful though Ron was royally peeved off when Aimee informed him that she'd told Snape the situation, he'd calmed down after Aimee and Hermione had, had Fred and George lock him in an unused classroom which the twins where all too happy to do.
The end of October was soon upon them and the day Aimee dreaded with every fiber of her body. Halloween, the day that took everything from her, logically she knew that it wasn't the holiday's fault but she hated that holiday with a passion anyway, she hated that everyone celebrated her triumph and the downfall of Voldermort and seemed to forget that two people lost their lives that night that she'd became an orphan that night. So as she woke up that crisp October morning she didn't want to open her eyes. She wanted to leave them closed and just let the day fade away, pull the covers over her head and not come out, let the tears soak into her pillow and mourn the life she was never able to have. She couldn't though she had classes, classes that she couldn't miss.
"Aimee," she heard Hermione's voice above her and groaned pulling the covers higher over her head. "Aimee," the covers slipped out of her grasp as she felt the sunlight hit her face and looked up into Hermione's face. Hermione gasped at her friend, her eyes where red and puffy you could see the green of the orbs were glassy with tears and her face was as pale as professor Binns. "Aimee oh my god what happened."
"Its nothing Mione," Aimee shook her head and tried to sit up, but Hermione heard the break in her voice and sat on the bed beside her friend. She brushed the red curls away and felt her forehead.
"You don't have a fever," Hermione whispered to herself seemingly going over what could be causing Aimee to act this way.
"Hermione really I'm not sick its just the day." Her voice creaked and Hermione looked horrorstruck how did she miss that off course Aimee wouldn't want to come out today. She hugged her tightly and pulled back looking at her.
"Aims if you want I'll stay in this bed with you all day,"
Aimee gave a watery chuckle and looked at Hermione what had she ever done to deserve a friend like this. "Don't be silly we have charmed and then a feast to get to so let me get dressed and we'll go meet the boys." She gently shoved Hermione off her bed and got up to get ready. The girls made their way downstairs and Ron in a rare act of Tact didn't ask what was wrong with his red haired friend. They all ate a quick breakfast Neville seeming to keep a close eye on Aimee.
Aimee was too busy trying to force her breakfast down that she didn't notice George looking at her from down the table. It didn't take him long to guess what was wrong with her and he wanted to take her pain away and he didn't know how. He was only thirteen and didn't know what to do for her, what he had to offer her.
Hermione touched her shoulder and gave her a gentle smile, Come on Aimee lets go to Charms," she whispered and she nodded the four of them making their way down the winding corridors to the charms classroom. They took their seats girls and guys paired up and they waited for Professor Flitwick to appear the sooner this class was over the sooner she could get back to her room. That was the only thought keeping Aimee upright as she looked around at everyone watching her. She was sure the only thing keeping people from pulling out quill and parchment was the murderous looks they were getting from Neville and Ron.
She didn't remember much from that lesson, they learned how to levitate things practicing on a feather she did it without much though and so did Hermione they split to help the boys and earned twenty points apiece for Gryffindor. They made their way to history of magic and slipped into seats Aimee was ready to fall into a depressive fog not caring what was going on around her. Her plan was going perfectly until she heard professor Binns speak.
"Class we are going to discuss the historical downfall of Voldemort on October 31st 1981. Every head in that class room snapped up to look at him, Hermione squeezed one of Aimee's hands and Neville squeezed her other.
She listened in morbid fashion as Professor Binns recreated that night for her and her classmates. She could feel the probing gazes of her classmates on her and she couldn't see anything or anyone. With each word spoken her breath seemed to become shallower. Her head started to spin and she felt nauseous she was shaking she had to get out of that classroom. She was clammy she felt like the walls were closing in on her. She lept up as the words "Lily Potter jumped in front of her daughter." Came out of the professors mouth. Every eye trained on her she ran from that room, she ran until she couldn't run anymore, she found herself outside a girls bathroom and went inside locking herself into a stall.
Hermione didn't even give it a second thought before she was sprinting after friend. She barged into the bathroom and pounded on the locked cubical door. "Aimee, Aimee let me in," Hermione was hysterical. She heard the lock click and the door open and she looked in there was Aimee slumped against a wall tears pouring from her emerald eyes. Hermione slipped down beside her and cradled her in her arms. Hermione heard footsteps and looked up to see Ron and Neville peering down at her in concern.
"its ok boys go to the feast," she whispered, and though they booth looked like they wanted to protest they did as she said and made their way to the great hall. They were just sitting down in front of all the food when an alert was sent up by a frantic professor Querell that a troll was in the building. Neville and Ron looked at each other as Dumbledore instructed everyone to make their way back to the dorms. They rushed to the head table their hearts beating widly they couldn't go not without the girls.
"Proessor," Ron caught himself on the edge of the wooden table but wouldn't let the pain stop him.
"Mr. Weasley I believe you were told to go to your dorm," Severus sneered.
"I would but Hermione and Aimee are in the girls bathroom and don't know about the troll," at these words Severus froze and he turned to Dumbledore.
"Ok Minerva, Severus go get the girls all other professors make your way down to the dungeons. Minerva and Severus were gone before he could even finish his sentence and Ron and Neville were right behind them. They weren't Gryffindor's for nothing.
The girls heard it the loud crashing and Hermione pulled Aimee to her feet and looked out the cubical door she froze a troll a giant troll her eyes where huge as she pressed back against the stall Aimee pressed next to her and both girls prayed with all their might that the ugly troll wouldn't see them.
"Miss. Potter, Miss Granger are you in here," Minerva and Severus stopped in there tracks they could see the girls but they could also see the troll. Ron and Neville froze and Ron did the first thing he could think of.
"Wingardiam Leviosa." Minerva and Severus watched in rapt horror and aw as the Trolls club flew from his hand up into the air and hit him on the head causing a him to crumble to the floor and the whole bathroom to shake.
They whipped around. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Longbottom what the Bloody hell where you thinking, Ten points each from Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall shouted she though she was going to have a heart attack. Severus swept around the downed troll and pulled the two girls out of the stall.
"Are you two ok." His gaze lingered over them looking for any signs of Trauma.
"Yes, Professor," Hermione tried to control her voice.
"Thank you," Aimee whispered, her eyes swept over the scene and she gave the boys and wobbly smile they rushed to her and hugged her and Hermione to them. McGonagall told Snape to check on the Slytherin and she ushered her lions back to Gryffindor, everyone walked slowly hands linked eyes wide they made it through the portrait and collapsed on the couch, tears and laughter mixed together.
A/N thanks to those that reviewed now I want at least ten reviews before the next chapter is posted I know its possible because I'm on almost 100 alert lists. It only takes a few seconds to review so please do. I always thought it was odd that JK never discussed how Halloween must effect Harry.