AN: After thinking it over for the past couple of days, I've decided that I can no longer continue this story. There are too many things going on for me to handle it. I hope you understand.

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"Over here!" Alicia yelled to Katie. It was New Year's Eve, and Oliver had insisted on a practice in the freezing cold weather. Harry had gotten a pleasant surprise upon finding that everyone from the Chamber incident was there. He hadn't realized what that would entail. Namely, waking up at five on his day off in order to sit on a broomstick in the freezing cold.

"And Bell passes the Quaffle to Johnson—oops, sorry, that's Spinnet—do I really have to do this, Oliver?" Lee's voice was drowsy and impatient as he commented.

"Yes!" Oliver yelled back.

Alicia used his momentary distraction to make a shot.

"Good! Use every chance you can get! Ravenclaw is going to be ruthless, you guys," Oliver shouted.

"Would anyone like breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley screamed out the kitchen window.

Fred pumped his fist. "We'll be right down!"

Oliver groaned.

"Oliver, do you really think that this much practice is necessary?" Katie asked him, walking back towards the Burrow.

He straightened up immediately. "Of course it is. We have to win against Ravenclaw."

"We will," She assured him. "Especially now that Davies is off the team. He was one of their best players."

"I know, I just…" He sighed, frustrated. "This is gonna be my first game signed to Puddlemere."

She laughed. "That's what you're so worried about? Come on, Oliver. We can win this thing, but even if we don't, you can't win every game. I'm sure that the Keeper for Puddlemere doesn't win every game now."

He was silent for a moment. "They could still decide not to keep me anyway."

"If they break the contract, don't they have to pay you money or something?" She reminded him.

"I don't want money," He told her earnestly. "I want to play for Puddlemere."

"And you will," She said certainly. "I know you will. You can do it!"

Oliver nodded and gave her a weak smile. The cement block in his stomach grew bigger.

Angelina was the first one done at the breakfast table. She stood abruptly and pulled her jacket back on, making her way to the door.

"Dear, where are you going?" Mrs. Weasley fussed, clearing away her plate.

"Oh, um, I'm just going to visit a friend." Her eyes slid toward George involuntarily.

"Well, have fun!" Mrs. Weasley called kindly.

"Yeah, have tons of fun with pretty boy Diggory," George grumbled.

Angelina's head whipped around. "What did you say?"

"Have fun with your friend," George said innocently.

She rolled her eyes and stalked out.

"We actually have to leave soon ourselves," Katie announced, gesturing toward Cormac.

"We do? Why?" Cormac asked.

"Y'know, for that thing," Katie said meaningfully.

"What thing?" Cormac repeated obliviously.

"That thing," Katie ground out.

"Katie, I think it's pretty clear that he has no idea what you're talking about," Penny said in amusement.

"Let's just go," Katie growled at him.

"Er, okay," He said, following her out to the hallway.

"Next time I tell you there's going to be something we have to do, just pretend you know what I'm talking about," She told him angrily.

His heart beat faster. There would be a next time? When? What were they doing now, anyway? "Katie, what's going on?"

"We have to visit Leann."

"Leann Miles? The one that's in our year?" Cormac scratched his head. "Why are we visiting her?"

"Because shortly before break, we had an argument, and I want to apologize to her," Katie said, surreptitiously wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Okay. But why am I coming along?"

"I don't know. For moral support?" She tried.

"Oh, okay." He had a goofy grin on his face. Katie Bell wanted him around for moral support. Don't screw this up, he told himself.

Katie didn't need moral support. What she needed was proof. Proof that she and Cormac were just friends, and that Leann had nothing to worry about. Cormac was going with her to show that they weren't involved romantically at all. Don't screw this up, she told herself.

Fred was almost at the end of his rope. He'd been trying to talk to Alicia alone now for half an hour, and George was always there. He had finally discovered a downside to having a twin. How was he supposed to go with Alicia to Hogsmeade if George was always hovering?

"Hey Alicia, remember that time when we went swimming in the Black Lake?" He asked.

"No, you and I went swimming in the lake, Alicia and Angelina sat on the bank by that tree," George corrected.

"It was gross!" Alicia defended herself. "Why would I want to go swimming in that?"

Fred felt his anger rise. "George, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Yeah, sure."

The twins rose off the couch and into the hall.

"Look George, I know you're upset about Angelina, and I know you think it's dumb that she'd rather go hang out with that pansy Diggory, and I do too, but I'm trying to get somewhere with Alicia, and right now, you're kind of in the way."

George looked down. "Oh."

"Why don't you just go talk to Lee?" Fred asked.

"Um, alright. I'll go find him." George trudged up the stairs.

Fred sat back down next to Alicia. "Now, what were we talking about?"

"Where's George?" She wanted to know.

"He had some things he wanted to take care of," Fred waved it off.

Alicia still seemed troubled. "Fred, he seemed really upset about Angelina."

"He is. But I mean, he'll probably get over it soon. He's just a little angry that Diggory beat him to it, s'all." Even as Fred said it, he felt uncomfortable. He was lying, and he knew it. "Don't worry, everything will turn out alright."

"If you say so," Alicia acquiesced uneasily.

"I really hope she's home," Demelza said anxiously. She, Colin, and Ginny were on their way to Luna's house.

Ginny shrugged. "She said she would be."

"Does everyone in the Wizarding world have a weird house?" Colin wondered. Demelza couldn't agree more. The Lovegoods' house was a giant rook. It often looked like the Burrow had been added on to vertically, rather than horizontally. Malcolm Baddock had once showed the HPFC a picture of his house; or mansion, rather. With its imposing gates and black marble walls, Baddock Hall looked like something out of an old horror movie.

"It's not so bad," Ginny told them. "I once saw a picture of Malfoy Manor in the Prophet."

The three gave identical shudders.

Colin lifted his camera and clicked away at the odd structure. "Do you think Luna's dad would get angry if I took pictures of the inside?"

"Dunno. I suppose you'd have to ask him," Ginny said thoughtfully.

This time the trio knocked politely at the front door.

Xeno gave Demelza and Colin a bit of shock. With his wild light blond hair and his clear gray eyes, he looked a bit like a mad man. When he smiled, a few of his teeth appeared to be shining.

"Hello, Ginny. I'm afraid you and your friends just missed Luna. She said she was going to visit you."

"How could we not see her?" Demelza whispered to Ginny.

"She probably took the long way around," Ginny realized. "Come on, let's go."

Xeno began closing the curved door slowly.

"Wait!" Colin demanded.

The man stopped suddenly, turning to them with a ghost of a grin.

Click!

"Colin!" Demelza chastised.

"He looked picture worthy," Colin said meekly.

Xeno merely smiled and carried on as though nothing had happened.

"Let's go," Ginny ordered more forcefully.

The three hurried away.

"Hey, Ginny," Demelza said after a moment. "What was Luna's mum like?"

"I dunno," Ginny frowned. "The Lovegoods were always kind of…secretive? Dad said that Luna's mum worked on experiments, and that was how she died. Mum never let me go over to the Lovegoods, because she thought Xeno was weird. Now she invites him round all the time. I think she feels sorry for him. He never accepts though. Says he's too busy with the Quibbler."

Colin mulled this over for a bit. "Does Luna ever talk about her mum?"

"Not unless you ask her about it."

Demelza and Colin absorbed this information, reaching the same conclusion. There were always going to be some things that you just didn't know about one Miss Luna Lovegood.

"What is he doing here?" Leann hissed.

"To prove a point," Katie spat back.

"What point? That you've won? Because I get it, okay? Everyone likes you better than grumpy old Leann." Leann waved her hands around in the air.

"No, that's not what I meant. Cormac and I are just friends. You can stop being so upset now. He's over here to help me show you that," Katie pleaded with Leann to understand.

"Oh really? Has someone told him that yet?" Leann pointed at Cormac, who was ogling Katie.

"He's not like that," Katie insisted. "He just wants to know what's taking so long, that's all."

"I bet," Leann scoffed.

Katie softened. "C'mon Leann, is a boy really worth our friendship?"

"It's not about a boy, okay?" Leann burst.

"Then what is it about?" Katie asked, raising her voice.

"It's about how apparently, I'm not good enough to be your friend anymore!" Leann screamed.

Cormac backed away quickly.

"What?" Katie gasped.

"Yeah! That's right! Ever since you started hanging out with all of them, it's like you don't even care who old Leann is! What's wrong with me? What's so bad about me? Is it because I never have these exciting stories to tell? What is it?" Leann whispered brokenly.

"Leann, I haven't been—"

"Yes, you have! Just go." Leann turned away.

Katie looked to Cormac, who appeared just as lost as she was. He gestured toward the fireplace, and she could only nod in defeat.

"Hey Harry," Hermione said, taking a seat next to him on a bench underneath an oak tree.

"Hey Hermione," He replied. He leaned forward, trying to get his back away from the cold metal.

"I saw you talking to Seamus, Dean, and Neville," Hermione mentioned casually.

"Yeah," He cleared his throat. "They wanted to know what happened with the Chamber, so I told them."

"Did you tell them about being a parselmouth, too?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yeah. Dean didn't even know what it was. Seamus asked if I'd come over and tell the snakes in his yard to please find a new home. And Neville said that if I'd slept in the same room as him for a year and a half and hadn't tried to kill him, he was pretty sure I wasn't evil." Harry smiled at the memory.

"Weren't you worried they were gonna tell?" Hermione said, swinging her legs back and forth.

He shook his head. "At first I was, but then I realized that I trust them. Why?"

"I don't know. Lavender and Parvati wanted to know about the Chamber too, but I wasn't sure if I should tell them or not," She admitted.

"Why not? You trust them, don't you?"

"Yes, but it's not really that simple. I don't want them to think badly of you, or tell other people things that aren't true."

He laughed. "You don't have to ask me if it's okay."

"But it's your secret," She persisted. "You'd have to deal with the rumors, not me."

"Hermione, if you trust them, then tell them. If you don't, then you don't have to say anything. But I trust you."

All of the breath came whooshing out of her. "Thank you, Harry. That means a lot."

He smiled at her.

She smiled back.

"Yes!" Ron shouted, thudding down the stairs. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Oliver asked, bored. It was ten minutes till 1993, and Oliver still felt exactly the same about Puddlemere.

"It was on the radio." Ron pointed to the one sitting next to Oliver. "It's all over the place. The Cannons won a match against Ballycastle!"

"What?" Ginny said, shocked.

"Yeah! It's huge! They finally did it. This is the best New Year's ever!" He declared.

Katie stomped into the living room, Cormac trailing after her looking clueless.

"Did you hear?" Ron shouted.

Katie shot him a glare that could've frozen Snape in his place.

Angelina floated in with an angelic smile. "Hello everyone. Isn't today wonderful?"

"You heard, didn't you?" Ron said knowingly.

"Heard what?" She asked, confused.

Harry and Hermione snickered.

"Where's George?" Alicia asked Fred worriedly.

"Probably somewhere with Lee," He responded, trying not to show his concern.

George and Lee slid down the stair banister.

"Speak of the devil," Fred told her, masking his relief.

"You had to have heard!" Ron said to them.

"That the Cannons won the match?" Lee grinned.

"Oh, Ronniekins, I'm afraid you're the only one to hear that." George's smile looked dangerous.

"Indeed, I believe that radio was the only one to broadcast such an announcement," Lee agreed.

"Wait…the Cannons…didn't win?" Ron asked.

"470-20," George said cheerfully.

Ron let out a whimper before collapsing onto the couch next to Hermione and Harry.

"See, he was fine," Fred murmured to Alicia, struggling to deny the pang in his heart that George and Lee had pulled a prank without him.

Percy clapped his youngest brother on the back. "It's okay Ron. Just think, there's nowhere to go but up."

Penny nodded encouragingly. "I'm sure their luck will change eventually."

Ron moaned in despair.

"How was your friend?" George asked Angelina stiffly.

"My friend was fine." She avoided looking directly at him.

"Hurry, Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley called. "They're doing the countdown."

"10…9…8…" The radio crackled.

Penny leaned into Percy.

"…7…"

Harry and Hermione consoled Ron.

"…6…"

George and Angelina scooted away.

"…5…"

Oliver stared down at his Puddlemere contract.

"…4…"

Katie began to cry into Cormac's shoulder.

"…3…"

Fred's eyes bore holes into his twin's back.

"…2…"

Ginny, Luna, Colin, and Demelza made a pact.

"…1…Happy New Year!"

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley repeated their time old tradition.