I find I'm rather drawn to this story. I don't know what it is about, but I just have to keep writing about it. However, don't expect updates this frequently. This is rare that I am able to push out this much in such short time of one another. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter! FOUR MORE DAYS!

Taking a seat between Alice and Marlene, I glanced up and down the table and spotted Potter, Black, Remus, and Peter all guffawing as a couple of fifth years shot them dark looks.

Rolling my eyes, I looked up at the staff table and saw Professor Dumbledore talking to Professor Flitwick.

Almost as if Dumbledore could feel my gaze, his blue eyes turned to me and he smiled, winking once, before looking back at Flitwick.

I smiled just as the Great Hall doors opened and Professor McGonagall led the group of little first years into the Hall and up to where the Sorting Hat sat on the stool.

McGonagall stopped and turned to face the first years, the scroll of their names in her hand.

"Please wait here," she ordered. "Now, when I call your names, you will come up here, take a seat on the stool, and I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head where you will be Sorted into your House."

I looked at the little first years. Many of them looked scared out of their wits and only a few looked excited.

"Anderson, Mae," McGonagall read from the scroll.

A little ginger haired girl stumbled forward and sat on the stool. McGonagall put the Hat on the girl's head where she sat in frightened silence for a few moments before the Hat called out,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Mae took the Hat off, a look of relief on her face, and walked over to our table.

Clapping, I watched as the little girl got welcomed before turning back to McGonagall.

"Carr, Reid."

Little Reid Carr was Sorted into Hufflepuff. From down the table, I could hear Potter and his friends laughing loudly at the Hufflepuff table.

"Rude," Alice muttered as she clapped lightly for the boy. "They are completely rude."

"I thought we sorted that out six years ago," Marlene replied as the applause died down once more.

Twenty minutes later, with "Watts, Ian" sorted into Ravenclaw, McGonagall took the Hat and stool away and came back just as Dumbledore stood up.

"To our new faces, welcome!" he said happily, looking at each table where the first years sat. "To our old faces, welcome back! This is no time for a speech. Enjoy the feast."

He sat down as applause sounded before the plates in front of them filled with food.

"Ah, finally!" Marlene groaned. "I'm starving! Sorting always takes forever."

I rolled my eyes as I began loading my plate with food. Beside me, Alice was doing the same. Before long, dessert took the place of dinner and I began to feel tired.

"Today's been a long day," I said between mouthfuls of apple pie.

"How was your sister?" Alice asked as she plopped a slice of cake down.

"Same as usual," I replied darkly. "Silent as ever."

"She's such a prat," Marlene said lightly as she pushed away her plate, rubbing her stomach contentedly.

I rolled my eyes.

"I know, I've lived with her for my whole life," I said. "She won't ever change."

My two friends said nothing as, finally, the dessert disappeared as well.

The Hall quieted as Dumbledore stood, his face smiling, his electric blue eyes twinkling as he took in the room.

"I hope you are all fed and watered to your full," he said, his eyes lingering on Potter a second longer and I smirked. That boy was a pig. "Now, a few reminders to our old faces as well as to our new ones: First off, the use of magic is forbidden in corridors between classes."

He was now looking directly at the four friends sitting not too far from myself. I ignored the urge to peek and see their expressions.

"Also, the list of banded items is hanging on Filch's door," he continued. "Among those are Fanged Frisbee's. However, I enjoy Fanged Frisbee's, so, if you get them taken away, I add to my vast collection. They are fun, I do agree."

The students in the Hall began to chuckle as well as did Professor Dumbledore. That is, until Professor McGonagall cleared her throat pointedly.

"Ah, right, yes," Dumbledore said, still smiling. "Where were we? Ah, yes. Also, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to all students."

This time, I looked back at Potter and co. and saw them smirking at each other and I sighed minutely.

What was so fascinating about that place was beyond me. It was terribly frightening and I had no desire to be killed by a rogue werewolf.

"Now, off to bed," Dumbledore said in dismissal.

The sound of benches scraping against the flagged stone floor sounded all through the Hall, but I hung back as the rest of the school filed out, the sound of Prefects calling for first years sounding over the chatter.

I looked around and saw Potter squeezed between Black and Remus.

"Potter!" I called out.

The four boys froze as if I'd called them all and turned around at the exact same time in the exact same way: like they caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar.

I crossed my arms across my chest and tapped my foot against the floor as I glared at the boys.

Potter mumbled a "see you later" to his friends and trudged to my side.

"What do you want, Evans?" he asked.

"We have to get our orders from McGonagall, that's what," I said, annoyance leaking into my voice.

"Well I'm sorry," Potter snapped. "I guess I missed that memo."

"Yes, I guess you did," I said coolly.

"Potter. Evans."

Potter and I spun around to see McGonagall watching us. She beckoned us to follow her and we did.

She held her office door open and told us to sit.

"Now, this is much more difficult than being a Prefect," she said, looking more at me than Potter. I nodded. "You'll start off doing small things, but it's really just patrolling corridors to make sure no students are out of bed after hours and, also, watching between classes for students doing magic or playing with banned objects. Now, Potter," she barked, calling him to attention, "this means you can't do any of your usual stunts. No magic between classes, no sneaking out, nothing. You must be on your best behaviour. Understand?"

He nodded and she dismissed us.

I held back until he was out of the room when I turned to McGonagall.

"Why him?" I asked her.

McGonagall shrugged.

"I was quite confused when Dumbledore told the teachers," she said. "He's the biggest ring leader of troublemakers if ever I saw one."

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore hopes he'll calm down?" I suggested.

"I haven't the faintest idea," she said. She gave me a rare smile and said, "Now, off to bed. You have a big day ahead of you."

I nodded and bade her goodnight.

When I got up to the dormitories, it was to find Alice and Marlene waiting up for me, both sitting on my bed while the two other girls in the room, Rachel Bennett and Lissy Fox, got ready for bed.

"So?" Marlene demanded as I sank onto my bed beside my two friends. "What did McGonagall say?"

"She just told us that we're basically patrolling corridors after hours to make sure no students are out of bed," I said as I changed into my nightgown.

"That's it?" Marlene demanded.

I nodded.

"I'm sure there's more to it, though," I replied. "We're starting off small, really."

Marlene and Alice nodded. They both hopped off of my bed and climbed into their own.

As I lay staring up at the canopy, I wondered how Potter had become Head Boy. He was arrogant and reckless and could care less about following rules. So why had Dumbledore chosen him?

I rolled over and, after a bit, I fell asleep.

That night, I had a dream about Potter and I sitting by the lake under a tree. I leaned against his leg, reading a book while he played with a stolen Snitch. We didn't talk, but I felt comfortable there, like it was where I ought to be.

When I woke up the next morning, I shoved the dream to the back of my mind. It was absurd. Potter was an arrogant toe rag. No way would I ever have feelings for him.

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-TheTragedyIs13-