Chapter 2

A few days later we were all sitting up in Ron's room, our wounds properly healed by Madam Pompfrey.

"It's kind of weird being done with Hogwarts," I said.

"Oh yeah! I keep on forgetting to tell you all. Professor—or maybe she's Headmistress now—McGonagall said that everyone from seventh year last year could come back and do special classes. They'll let us come back to our houses at nights and on weekends too! Are you in?" Hermione said, getting excited.

"I'm in," I told her.

"Gosh, I'm sorry Hermione, but earlier I already signed up for a position at the Auror department with Ron," Harry said apologetically. "I really wish I could join."

"But you don't have any NEWTS, do you?" I asked.

"Kingsley is offering free positions with the Aurors as long as you fought in the battle."

"Yeah. How else would I be able to be an Auror?" Ron added.

I laughed. "Yeah. No one ever thought that you could get such an amazing job."

And then we did something that we did for the first time that week. We smiled together, then laughed hysterically. We were gasping for breath, but we all got quiet when we heard the voice of Mrs. Weasley.

"What are you all laughing at in there?" she asked.

"Nothing!"

"Gosh, you would think she would be happy to hear us having a good time," I said.

"You never know with mum. She's pretty crazy about some things," Ron told us.

"Yeah, well so is Anna!" Hermione pointed out.

"Hey!" I argued. "I'm not crazy about some things, I'm crazy about all things!" This was something my friends had learned to accept. I was pretty insane. Okay, really insane.

"So, what do you want to do?" Harry asked once we calmed down.

"Quidditch?" I suggested.

"Sure, I guess."

"Okay."

"Great."

"Well, aren't you three just as enthusiastic as a turkey before Thanksgiving?" I said, faking a country accent.

"Is that another American thing?" Ron asked me.

"No! I just felt like saying that. I say a bunch of random stuff."

"Well I don't know about you all, but I'm getting a book. Anna, you coming?" Hermione asked, knowing my love of reading.

"Sure. What book?"

"I have no idea. We'll be right back," she said, looking at the boys as we left the room.

"I'm actually thinking about getting a book I've been meaning to re-read," I told her.

"What's it called?"

"It called 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'. It also has two movies!" I said, making her laugh.

"Wow. I wonder where you got the idea to read that? Possibly something has influenced you? Like maybe a life event that took place May 2nd?" She asked, raising her voice in a joking manner.

"Maybe. Well I'm going to go grab it," I told her.

"Give me my copy too!" she yelled, and I heard her footsteps going up the stairs. I grabbed the two books and said hi to Ginny, who was sitting on her bed.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Nothing much. Just wondering what to stare at since the blank wall got boring."

I laughed. "Well try the roof. Stuff often comes to me when I stare upwards."

"Like what?"

"Like my cat pouncing on my legs because I wasn't looking."

I left the room laughing, and once I reached Ron's room I tossed Hermione her book. We opened and started reading, each turning the page in sync. "How do they read so quickly, yet keep up with each other?" I heard a voice whisper. "I have no idea!" was the return.