Hiya! Now PLEASE don't kill me for taking so long to write and upload such a short chapter. I've been busy, but that's no excuse. So I am so sorry! Please enjoy. I am, however, not going to be doing the whole of her Seventh Year otherwise I fear that I will abandon this story. So I am going to do the war, whether that be 1 chapter or 2 I don't know yet, and an epilogue.

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Grabbing hands, we ran towards the Gryffindor common room. Before we reached the portrait hole, Sav grabbed my arm.

"In all seriousness, if you ever make me run out of portrait hole like that again, I will seriously kick your ass.." She said, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Savvie, I am so sorry. It was so selfish of me to worry you like that, you really didn't need follow me, you should have stayed where it was safe..." I looked down guiltily.

"What? No, I meant drag me out of the lovely warm Common Room in the middle of the bloody night! I don't actually think it was dangerous though..." She said, looking thoughtfully out the window.

"Oh, Sav—

"Hey, what's that?" She interupted me. I looked out the window in exasperation, expecting to see an owl. I was taken back when I saw in the sky, a snake slithering through the mouth of a skull. The Dark Mark.

"Sav, that's the—

"Dark Mark." She finished for me. I ignored the fact that she once again had interrupted me, this matter was too serious to be worried about that.

"That means someone's been killed." She muttered, looking pale.

"They could be just trying to make a point, or just trying to scare us."

"Let just get in the common room," Sav turned towards the portrait of the Fat Lady to find an empty frame, "or not."

"We'll just hide somewhere, c'mon on..." I dragged towards the closest shortcut, behind a portrait of three monks snoring their drunken heads off.

We sat in silence, wondering who could have been the victim this time, to join the thousands of others murdered by You-Know-Who.

An echo of the week before, Sav and I sat side by side in silence. That night when we had seen the Dark Mark seemed like months ago, the damage done that night had changed our lives, along with all the other people that had looked to Albus Dumbledore as a candle shining during a time of darkness. You never really understand what danger you were in when you were at Hogwarts, in never really registered, despite all the people who had died. That was because of our beloved headmaster. He made you feel safe, made Hogwarts feel safe, he was the hope in so many people's lives that it felt completely wrong to have to hide him away in the marble tomb that they had created to stay within the Hogwarts grounds. It just felt... disrespecting. For all the good that Dumbledore had done, he should have become a part of the sky, the heavens, somewhere where he wasn't hidden. But really, if anything right could have happened, Dumbledore wouldn't be lying, breathing no more, in a tomb. And the majority of the students of Hogwarts, along with staff, and aquintances of Dumbledore's wouldn't be sitting on chairs in on such a wonderful day for the memorial for such a great man.

The day was clear, hiding the darkness in the world at that moment, so the lovely weather felt wrong, despite it being summertime. Normally, I would have started my packing by now, getting ready to go home, perhaps that's what I would be doing now, had this not happened. Or perhaps I would have been somewhere out here on the grounds, reading one of the many books from the Library, or doing homework.

You could feel the sorrow in the air, it was just as present and noticed as the birdsong that lulled innocently, out of place. In rows of white chairs that ran in rows alongside the lake, hundreds of people sat ready to pay their last goodbyes to Professor Dumbledore. Most of them I recognized by sight, such as one of the band members of the Weird Sisters, the barman from the Hogs Head, the driver of the Knight Bus and the witch who pushed the trolley on the Hogwarts Express. All the students of Hogwarts, along with the teachers and even the ghosts (even though you couldn't see them very well) occupied two thirds of the chairs provided, most of the girls had tears streaming down their faces, the boys were either crying discreetly or remained stony-faced.

Suddenly, through the whispers that sounded like a breeze in the grass, I heard music, strange, otherworldly music, and I swivelled my head, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. Sav squeezed my hand, to get my attention.

"It's coming from over there." She whispered, pointing in the direction of the lake.

I leaned forward so I could see past the last few people in our row to see the lake. With a jolt and a sprinkling of fear, I noticed the faces, pallid with purplish hair gently floating around them.

"What are they?" I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.

"They're merpeople, they're not dangerous though." Sav whispered again, looking fascinated with the creatures.

"They look creepy..." I muttered. Their music was sending shivers down my spine. It was unpleasant, it was just a bit eery.

"Hmm, I s'pose so, they aren't nearly as bad as what I reading about the other day. They were called Inferi , now they were creepy."

I looked over at Sav. Sometimes you don't really get much about a person until you've been through certain experiences with them. And sometimes, you can overlook little details in people that could build up to make a whole new side of their personality. I never really knew that Sav would have been able to name a creature like she did with merpeople, or tell me about what sounded like a seriusly creepy thing. I didn't even know Sav read and took things in like that. Perhaps I underestimated her; she make like clothes and make up, and do some seriously silly things, but she wasn't an idiot.

"What?" Sav was looking uncomfortable and was fidgeting on her chair.

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at me. Does my hair look OK? Oh Merlin, is my make up smudged?"

"No and no. When did you read that about the Inferni— or whatever it was?"

"It's Inferi, no 'n'."

"Well, whatever."

Sav just shrugged, raising one delicate shoulders before dropping it again.

"Huh." I mumbled, still a little bewildered that she would know something like that.

"It's sad that this is how we're ending our sixth year, isn't it? It really is crap that Dumbledore was murdered by those good for nothing—

"Yeah." I cut her off. No need for her to go insulting the murderers who could turn up at this school in less than ten sconds. I'd been reading up, in the Daily Prophet. It's hard to find though, I can tell you. But really, the only reason why Hogwarts hadn't been bombarded with murders like everywhere else in the country was because of Dumbledore. So by letting Sav finish that sentence might not be a good idea.

The service finished by people crying in sorrow, and Hagrid, well, howling in sorrow. But, now that Dumbledore was gone, the only one that You-Know-Who was scared of, what was gonna stop him? All are hopes were left in Harry Potter, and I hope, for his sake, that he succeeds, otherwise the world was kinda doomed.

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