The Diary of a Witch, Volume V

by fantasylover12001

Part of a series. The threat of Voldemort continues and Jubilee finds herself drawn into the conflict despite her protests. Meanwhile she's dealing with growing up. Full summary inside. Part cannonpart AU. NOW COMPLETE!

11. Epilogue: June

THE DIARY OF A WITCH, VOLUME V

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or the plot to Order of the Phoenix which was brilliantly written by JKR. I am not making any money off of this whatsoever.

EPILOGUE: JUNE

Sunday, June 7th, Great Hall,

Well, let the madness begin.

It's been one long week of reviewing notes and spells for O.W.L.s, therefore I haven't had time to write in here at all. My head feels like it's going to split open with all the knowledge I've drudged up over the years. Man, I learned a lot...I don't know how they expect me to keep it all straight. I shouldn't do too badly on any of the written exams (photographic memories are a beautiful thing) but that big honking math part in Transfiguration, as well as my Potions practical are going to be tough...It'll also be a miracle if I pass Divination because frankly I've been so confused over that subject what with Trelawney and then Firenze teaching it very differently and the thing about me never seeing ANYTHING in crystal balls. Oh well, it's not like I NEED a bunch of owls to go into art. As long as I get some at least to give me options I'm probably going to be okay. Besides, I'm planning on leaving Potions in the past after my test. No more Snape; HAH.

I've been listening in on Umbridge talk to the examiners who've just arrived. Had to turn my ear into a bird's to do it but my hair is loose so it covers my changed ear up. They sure are an old bunch. Professor Marchbanks looks like she's going to drop dead any minute...plus she seems to be a little deaf. Whoa...she just said she examined Dumbledore himself when he took the owls...how old is this lady?

Monday, June 8th, Dinner,

Charms owl done. I think I may have overdone it a bit actually on the essays but hey, every bit counts right? The practical went well too. I think the professor liked what I did with the colors on my rat.

Tuesday, June 9th, Dinner,

Well, the written portion of Transfiguration was a bust this morning. My hand got tired half way through and so I couldn't focus on the stuff as well as I would've liked and actually didn't have time to finish at least ten questions because I had to take so long getting through the math. Damn math.

Practical went okay. I did better then poor Hannah at least. She's become a nervous wreck this week and managed to multiply her ferret into a pack of flamingoes. She's apologized repeatedly to everyone for halting the exam for ten minutes and we've assured her that it's okay. Anthony said it was a riot before Padma hit him for being insensitive.

Wednesday, June 10th, Dinner,

Well, I think I got an O on my Herbology Owl at least. I did try and do the right thing and block my gift so I wasn't technically cheating during the practical.

Thursday, June 11th, Dinner,

Defense Against the Dark Arts owl ruled! I did pretty well thanks to our DA meetings this year (NOT thanks to Umbridge and her pathetic classes). The Professor was impressed that I actually knew a Patronus Charm. It wasn't as good as Potters' charm (that deer he casts is awesome) but I managed to make a formation at least, which according to the professors is difficult for most sixth years.

Friday, June 12th, Dinner,

Ancient Runes Owl was completed in the morning. It rocked. Another O for me.

Saturday, June 13th, Dinner,

Owen and I made a pact not to do any studying today. Mandy thinks we're crazy but I think it's a smart idea to take a break. The two of us just wandered the halls and sat by the lake, enjoying the sun. The squid came by and took a look at us and said, 'you two again. Don't you get bored with each other?' Yes, the animals know about me and Owen. He swears they follow him around like overprotective parents but I told him he was being paranoid. Besides, it's not them he has to worry about, it's Angela and all them back home. I told Jessie in a letter that Owen and I were dating and she apparently spilled the beans to the rest of them (remind me not to tell her about anything private ever again) and Angela sent a letter telling Owen she wants to have a talk with him when he gets off the train. He looked terrified when he read it.

Sunday, June 14th, Dinner,

I will not fail my Potions practical.

I will not fail my Potions practical.

I will not fail my Potions practical.

Monday, June 15th, Dinner,

NO MORE POTIONS WITH SNAPE!

WHOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, June 16th, Dinner,

Latin Owl finis.

Wednesday, June 17th, Lunch,

Part one of Astronomy Owl done.

Later Wednesday, June 18th, Dinner,

Divination was a disaster. How can you devine something that IS NOT THERE? I swear, NOTHING came to me in that crystal ball. I started to do the old standby and make stuff up. I could tell the examiner knew I was faking it too.

Later Wednesday, June 18th, Dorm Room,

Oh my GOD.

I was taking my Astronomy practical along with everyone else just now and about an hour through it the front doors of the castle opened and then Umbridge as well as a whole squad of people came out. Fang started barking in my ear about then because he felt something wrong in the air. He was right too

Through Fang I heard Umbridge tell Hagsrid that he was sacked and then that HE WAS BEING SENT TO AZKABAN for suspicious behavior. God damn woman. Suspicious behavior my ass. It's because he's a half giant. THAT'S why and she knows it too. Yes, he's most likely working with Dumbledore, but that's no reason to throw him in jail. Well, Hagrid was obviously not having it (and I don't blame him) and so grabbed Fang and ran for the hills, so to speak. Unfortunately, her little band of evil doers (I couldn't tell who it was, but it seems like a good name for them) kept throwing Stunning spells at him. By then I wasn't the only one in class who had noticed and we were all watching in horror. What pisses me off even more is that one of those Stunning spells hit Fang who was trying to help Hagrid. Damn government and lack of concern over people they hurt.

By then Professor McGonagall came out and boy, she looked even more pissed off then I was feeling (which is really saying something, because I was debating about whether to send a flock of birds from the forest after them who were watching the whole thing from their trees and more then eager to attack them) but before she could do anything she was hit with FOUR STUNNING SPELLS and knocked out.

Damn cowards. I hope Hagrid severely injured the two wizards he knocked out as he ran out of the grounds and out the gates. So at least he escaped. But damn it, I can't believe Umbridge went this far. NOW WHAT?

Thursday, June 19th, Dorm Room,

Well, that was unexpected. Exams went on as usual (unfortunately) and despite the stuff that happened last night nothing seems to have changed, except that Professor McGonagall is in the infirmary so she wasn't at breakfast. I did sort of manage to get some revenge on Umbridge. An owl was flying overhead during mail delivery and was trying to hold in...well, you know. I however urged him to go and then said to aim for the woman at the teacher's table in the hideous pink outfit. He was confused but did it and I have to say the look on her face was priceless. I think the teachers who know about my gift knew it was my doing Snape smirked a little and as I passed Flitwick on the way out of the entrance hall he murmured "Ten points for Ravenclaw".

Then came the dreaded History of Magic exam. I was fine, it's all done by memory anyway but about halfway through Potter starting yelling his butt off about something and had to be taken out. Guess exam nerves finally got to him.

So the O.W.Ls are finally DONE.

There is a God.

Later Thursday, June 19th, Ravenclaw Common Room,

Party time!

We stole the idea from Seamus and Dean of Gryffindor but the Ravenclaw fifth years are throwing an end of owls bash. Without any interference from Prefects either because they are helping to organize it (though Anthony did say not to mention it to Flitwick) Everyone is to go through their care packages from home to put food on the table. I myself have donated five bottles of Butterbeer (bought from the last trip to Hogsmeade, I always buy a huge stash when I'm there), a box of Bertie Botts,, two packs of Licorice Wands, a box of exploding bon-bons, about fifteen Chocolate Frogs, some apple tarts that I haven't managed to eat that Giselle sent me for exams last week, and some fudge from Honeydukes. What? It's not THAT much food.

I am also donating a bunch of cds to play on the wizard player in the common room so we have at least SOME decent music. I've been trying to educate the young wizards of today on the history of Muggle rock and roll. Nothing fancy, a few Rolling Stones songs, maybe some Beatles but it just hasn't clicked yet. But I try one wizard at a time.

Then, just so we have some solid food (at Mandy's insistence that we shouldn't eat junk all night) I'm leading a group down to the kitchens and asking the house elves for some sandwich makings, crackers and stuff like that.

Right now, we're decorating the common room and taking inventory of what food and music we've got.

This is going to be a blast!

Later Thursday, June 20th, Forbidden Forest,

Good GOD, what the hell is going on?

I was partying tonight, trying to unwind when my head starts getting panicked voices from the Forbidden Forest. I tried to ignore it, but the trees just wouldn't freaking STOP, even after I told them all to shut up loudly. So, finally disgusted, I snuck away from the party and transformed into a cat to go to the forest and see what was bothering them THIS TIME. I swear, they get so wound up about the littlest thing and who do they complain too? ME. What am I, their mother?

So after dodging Filch and Mrs. Norris, I went into the forest to find the trees in complete chaos. Shouting about disturbances, annoying humans, blah blah. Have I mentioned trees WHINE? Now I'm stuck wandering around and trying to figure out what has them all in a tiff because if I don't, I'll have to listen to them bitch all dang night.

WHY exactly is this ability considered a gift?

Early Friday, June 21st, 5 A.M. or so, Dorm room,

Good lord tonight was headache inducing. The party is still going on downstairs (when we say all night, we mean it) but after the fiasco of tonight/last night(?) I just couldn't stand it and so came straight up to my room. I did manage to find out what was going on, more or less.

I started hearing loud noises a little while after I wrote my last entry and I followed them until I realized they were actual voices shouting. Then I recognized one of the voices as Bane; you know, the snotty centaur? I finally came upon a clearing where I saw him and a group of centaurs that I've never seen before surrounding what appeared to be a huge...I think he was a baby giant...he looked like a little kid that had been blown up with a growth charm or something. I'm serious, he was like sixteen feet tall. The centaurs were all shooting arrows at him. They didn't seem to be doing any good; they just kind of knocked into him and whenever one centaur would shoot, the...I guess he counts as a kid...would stomp a hand or foot onto it and the centaur would have to dodge quickly as to avoid being stomped.

Actually, come to think of it, it was kind of a funny sight. I might have giggled at it if I hadn't been so horrified at the time. As I stared, the trees around me started to fill me in on the situation. The kid is Grawp(nice name) who is (get this) HAGRID'S BROTHER. Apparently Hagrid has been hiding him in the forest ever since he's gotten back from France. No WONDER he's had all these injuries this year. Well, Grawp has been tied up but evidently has gotten loose and Hagrid not being around has upset him (I guess the kid's gotten attached or something) and so he got loose to go find him. The centaurs no doubt did something to anger him (they're antagonistic that way) and that led to me being annoyed to death by trees.

Well, I did briefly consider just letting it be, but then I realized that if I did the forest would never let me hear the end of it all night. Therefore, I decided to go put a stop to the situation. Looking back, I probably should have come up with a better idea then just walking up to them and telling them all to knock it off but hey, I worked with what I came up with at the time. So I walked into the clearing and told them all to knock it off.

For a minute they all (Grawp included) just stared at me. Bane then snorted, "You again. This is not your affair, child. Leave."

I scowled at him. "I'd love too, but the trees won't freaking leave me alone because you all are making a racket. Here's an idea: leave the kid alone, and he'll leave you alone."

A centaur I've never met stared at me, "Who is this rude child?"

You know, being called child when you're fifteen is really annoying.

"This is the Wild Mage I told you about," Bane said.

"HER?"

I'm sorry did he have to sound so surprised? Okay, so dressed in jeans, red converse shoes and a Beatles shirt I probably didn't look like much, but STILL.

I guess Grawp was growing bored with no movement because he started to yell his lungs out and after a while I realized when he said "I WANT HAGGER!" he was asking for Hagrid. So I walked up to him and shouted, "HEY!" He looked at me in surprise and then I shouted, "Hagrid isn't here. He'll be back as soon as possible though, okay?"

He stared at me a bit and then started wailing more. Again, not sure I want kids.

All the centaurs cringed along with me. Bane then said, "We'll leave him to you, Mage." Then they all galloped off! Lousy centaurs.

Well, it took me quite a few hours to calm Grawp down to say the least. I finally managed to do it by doing a bit of a shape-shifting show. I just transformed into any animal I could think of and for some reason watching me do it fascinated him. Probably because he'd never seen anyone change shape before. He then finally fell asleep.

Thanks to all the shape-shifting, I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep.

Saturday, June 22nd, Great Hall, Breakfast,

I think I was more exhausted then I thought yesterday because I slept through basically the whole day! I woke up at about four o'clock yesterday and that was only after Rowena had finally had enough and so pounced on me continually until I did get up. I guess staying up late to study for the exams along with all the shape-shifting and magic I did to calm down Grawp finally caught up with me.

But some major stuff must have gone on during my coma, as Mandy and Padma called it (they think I snuck out to be with Owen; I wish), because DUMBLEDORE IS BACK! Professor Umbridge is also in the infirmary, much to the delight of everyone except perhaps Filch. The Annoyance Squad (aka the Inquisititorial Squad, Owen's name is much better suited in my opinion) is also suspiciously absent from breakfast.

Also, Luna is in the hospital along with Ginny, Neville, Ron Weasley, Hermione, (of course), Potter.

What the heck did we miss?

Later Saturday, June 22nd, Dorm Room,

That was...weird. I don't know any other way to describe it.

I got a note from Dumbledore during dinner to see me in his office so later on I walked up to the tower only to find his office...well trashed. There was stuff all over the place. Fawkes said hello to me and I nodded at him and then looked at Dumbledore. I don't know why but he just seemed...old. I mean, I know Dumbledore is old but because of his demeanor, you never really realize it. But tonight...he just looked like he was REALLY old. As I sat down in the chair he smiled at me, "How are you, Miss Johanson? Glad that OWLs are finally over, I wager?"

I frowned a little. "Um, yeah." I was dying to ask where he'd been all this time but I had a feeling he wouldn't tell me.

"Well, as you've probably guessed from tonight's issue of the prophet, Voldemort has made his presence known to the public. Many things are going to change very soon. However, that is not what I called you up here for."

"Oh?" I said. Because honestly I just had this feeling that he was going to ask me to join the order. I don't know why I thought that; I just did and I spent most of dinner wondering what on earth I was going to say.

"No. I called you up here to give you these." He gestured towards a large pile of books on his desk. "They are the last of the books I've managed to find on your gift, or some that may be helpful to you. I am going to let you have them and do with them what you will."

I had no clue where he was going with this and my confusion must have shown on my face because he sighed. "I am saying that our lessons are now over, Miss Johanson."

"Really?" I asked in surprise. "What about next year? Or this summer?"

"You will have enough difficulties in your life with the coming war and your studies. It has been recently pointed out to me that I shouldn't meddle in people's lives. Your gift is yours; therefore you should decide what to do with it. I wish you the best of luck."

That seemed to be the end of it as far as he was concerned so I couldn't figure out any response other then a lame okay and gathered up the pile of books and left.

I sort of glanced back at him before I closed the door and I realized that he looked...sad. I have this weird feeling that something other then just Voldemort being exposed to the world happened the other night.

Later Saturday, June 22nd, Ravenclaw Common Room,

I think everyone is in shock over tonight's issue of the Evening Prophet. Not me, I and the rest of the DA realized that Voldemort was back a long time ago. But to those who lived in their happy little bubble, Fudge formally announcing the return of Lord Voldemort (after HOW long ladies and gentlemen) has come as a bit of a shock. Therefore people are getting scared. I've come to terms with it a long time ago. They're just lucky they didn't actually SEE it happen. God, how did Potter get through the summer, I wonder? I had nightmares for weeks afterward.

So it's a pretty silent common room.

It's actually kind of depressing...

Sunday, June 23rd, Great Hall, Breakfast,

Nearly everyone is pouring over the Daily Prophet this morning and for good reason. It's telling everyone how Harry Potter and a few students (three guesses who) finally knocked Fudge off his high horse. Okay, so they don't word it like that; that's my own interpretation of the events. I guess the saying is true: you have to see it to believe it sometimes. Even if all the evidence is staring right at you in the face and saying "HELLO" loudly.

What I find funny though is that the Daily Prophet is using the article that Rita Skeeter wrote in the Quibbler a few months ago. I visited Luna, Ginny, and Hermione in the infirmary yesterday and Luna told me that her father had sold the story to them for a pretty penny. Go Luna's dad.

Later Sunday, June 23rd, Great Hall, Lunch,

More great stuff happening: Professor McGonagall is back! She also awarded several points to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. How cool is she?

Monday, June 24rth, Great Hall, Lunch,

Is it just me or is Potter seriously looking depressed? You would think he would be happy about Fudge possibly resigning (I am) and finally being proven right. Whatever, boys are weird.

Thursday, June 27th, Great Hall, Dinner,

Ding dong, the witch is gone.

That's right: UMBRIDGE IS GONE! FOREVER! BOOYAH!

Her send off was great too. She tried to sneak out just now but Peeves caught and chased her off the grounds with a walking stick and a sock full of chalk. You know, there are many things that annoy me about Peeves, but he does have his good points. That said, NO MORE UMBRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, June 28th, Hogwarts Express,

Well, the year is officially over.

I'm not sure what to think or feel.

On one hand, I'm ecstatic because O.W.L.s are over, I have a great boyfriend, and I am two years from graduating.

On the other hand, I'm pretty sure there's a war coming.

I don't know what to do, or how to even begin explaining this situation to everyone at the manor. I'm going to HAVE to tell them sometime; I mean what if Death Eaters start going after me for being a Muggleborn? I heard they tended to go after families of Muggleborns and Muggleborns themselves during the last war. I don't want any of them getting hurt just because I'm...well me.

Then there is my gift and what to do about it. Dumbledore said it is now up to me to decide what to do with it and honestly? I have no clue what to do with it. Part of me wants to ignore it and just be a normal witch but it isn't the type of thing you can ignore easily; at least not without consequences. The other part...has kind of come up with the idea to use it in the fight against Voldemort but I have no idea how to go about doing that.

I don't know why but I have a very foreboding feeling now. It's just this really strong feeling that everything is going to change and not for the better.

THE END OF VOLUME V

AUTHOR NOTES: I'm sorry about the delay of the epilogue. I had much going on and had to figure out how to end this. The next volume will be up probably in a month or two and be updated much faster because it's my goal to get to end or at least get halfway through volume 7 of this series, thus finally ending this epic monster that has been going on for...well, way too long. Also, sorry about the cliff hanger but well...that's kind of how the book ended and so it seemed appropriate to end this volume like that as well. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!