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This chapter is a little short, but it's because I had to break it down into "two parts" because it was too long.
Because of the length, I'll update during the week (probably Wednesday) and get you chapter 10, which is kind of the second part of this one.
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wildest dreams
VOLUME II

CHAPTER NINE

Of course, I woke up the next morning with a headache. Me and the twins spent most of the night in their room, drinking the rest of the Fire Whiskey and enjoying the last night of the summer. We had installed a Sound-Proofing Charm around us so that the rest of the house wouldn't hear us, and talked and laughed until very, very late. The sun was slowly rising when I finally went to bed. Not three hours later, Hermione woke me up – it was time to get up and catch the train.

When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I changed, I nearly screamed. I looked absolutely awful – my eyes were red from the lack of sleep and my hair looked like a bird's nest. I quickly brushed it and even put on a bit of makeup – I looked a little more presentable, but it really wasn't my best day. I blamed the Fire Whiskey. Fortunately, when I got down to breakfast, carrying my large suitcase downstairs, Molly and the others were too busy preparing everything to notice my state – only Ginny gave me a weird look.

"Where're Fred and George?" I asked her, my voice raspy.

"Still upstairs. They were having a hard time getting up. Wonder why."

I couldn't help but smirk at the look on her face. I gave her a nudge on the shoulder, and she chuckled.

"Let's see what they're up to," I said.

We were up two flights of stairs when a loud noise made me jump out of my skin – a large suitcase had dropped right in front of me, and I heard Ginny let out a scream behind me – the other suitcase had flown directly at her face. I turned around and saw her falling down the stairs.

"Gin!" I cried out, feeling suddenly very much awake.

I ran to her – just as the portrait of Sirius' mother started to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Are you all right?" I asked Ginny, kneeling down beside her.

She nodded. I looked up and saw Fred and George at the top of the stairs. I was about to ask them what the bloody hell they had been thinking but Molly bursted out of the kitchen and did the job for me. It was like hell had blown over – Molly was screaming, so was Mrs Black, and everyone ran into the hallway to see what was going on.

Ginny was stunned by not seriously hurt – there was only a small cut over her right eyebrow. Molly looked at it carefully, and disappeared into the kitchen, still raging. Fred and George appeared in the hallway, scratching their heads, looking pale.

"Sorry, sis," said Fred to Ginny. "We just wanted to save some time."

"Yeah, those suitcases are heavy."

Ginny gave them both a dark look – but I knew she wasn't really angry at them.

"Well you two really need to work on your aim" I said. "Otherwise we'll get bloody slaughtered at Quidditch this year."

"It's not the –"

But George wasn't able to finish his sentence – Molly came back into the hallway, carrying bandages, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red when she saw the twins.

"YOU TWO GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, NOW! GO AND HELP THE OTHERS BRING THE LUGGAGE OUTSIDE, AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR A SINGLE WORD COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS!"

They both hurried out of the house – I turned back to Molly, who was now patching Ginny up. Mrs. Black was still screaming at the top of her lungs, and I thought about shutting her up, but there was so much noise, as Hermione and the others starting getting their own stuff from upstairs, that it really wouldn't be worth it.

I grabbed my suitcase and followed the twins outside. Fortunately, it was sunny and warm outside – the fresh air and the feeling of the sun on my skin instantly made me feel better. I walked to the twins.

"All right?" asked George as I slid my arms around him.

"Better now," I said. "I look bloody awful, though. Fire Whiskey is not good for me."

"Rubbish," he replied. "You're gorgeous. You always are."

I smiled, shaking my head, and gave him a quick kiss. I turned to Fred, expecting the usual snarky comment, but he wasn't even looking at us. His eyes were glued to the door as a large, black dog walked outside – Sirius, no doubt. I had never seen him in his Animagi form.

"That is brilliant. We really should look into this, George…"

"What, how to transform yourself into a huge dog?" I smirked, putting my head on George's chest.

"Not necessarily a dog…"

"What animal d'you reckon you'd be, Fred?" asked George, eyebrow raised.

"I'd bet on something like… a sloth," I suggested.

Fred glared at me. I smiled brightly at him.

"It's just – how you walk!"

He was shaking his head – but didn't reply, as Molly finally appeared and we started walking to King's Cross Station which was really close to Sirius' house. The latter was obviously very happy to finally be outside – he ran around like mad, chasing after birds and yapping loudly.

We reached Platform 9 and three quarters a few minutes before eleven with Lupin behind us. It was extremely busy, as always. We had only been there for a few seconds when a familiar face jumped in front of us.

"LEE!" I yelled excitedly.

I hugged him tightly – I was really glad to see him again. He was grinning from ear to ear – and then saw the huge dog beside Harry.

"Woah! When did you get a dog?"

I exchanged looks with the twins – Lee didn't know anything about Sirius or the Order.

"Er – this summer," said Fred, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of lying to his best friend.

But they were planning to tell Lee as soon as we got to Hogwarts – it just wasn't safe over mail. I was going to do the same with Angelina. We then said goodbye to everybody, and before long the Hogwarts Express was turning the corner and speeding up.

Lee had already reserved a compartment for us, and as soon as we sat down the boys started to talk about business and the testing system they wanted to install at the castle.

"There's been a development," said Fred grimly.

"It's not good, mate," nodded George.

"What?" asked Lee anxiously.

"We'll have to watch our backs – Hermione's been named Prefect, and…"

"And who's the other one? D'you know?"

"It's Ron."

Lee looked as surprised as we all had been – but soon smiled, saying that it was 'no biggie'. That's what I liked most about Lee – the never-ending optimistic. I was going to ask if he had seen Angelina or Alicia when the compartment door slid open.

"There you are!" cried out a familiar voice.

I jumped into the arms of Angelina and Alicia, shrieking loudly.

"I missed you so much!" I said, hugging them.

"Well I know what your Animagi would be, Adds," said Fred behind me.

I glanced at him, eyebrow raised.

"It's got to be a Mandrake, you nearly made all of us go deaf with that screaming…"

"Oh, bugger off," I said, shaking my head.

"Well, hello, boys," said Angelina to Fred, George and Lee – even though I could see that her eyes were glued to Fred.

"Hello, ladies," said Lee with a bright smile. "Charming as ever, I see…"

"Cut it off, Lee," sighed Alicia. "Your 'flirt' has not worked for six years, it won't work this year either."

Lee's smile faded – and the turned to the window, clearly scolding. Me, Angelina and Alicia chuckled.

"Where have you guys been? I reckoned you had abandoned me to those three" I said.

"We had our own compartment, with Mel and Pam," said Angelina. "When you didn't show up, we thought to search for you."

"Happy you did. Let's go, we need to talk."

"Yes, we do. All right, see you later, boys!" said Alicia.

We only heard grunts back. Shaking my head, I stood up and started to follow the girls out of the small compartment.

"Adds?"

I turned to George, who was smirking.

"Huh?"

"You're forgetting something."

I couldn't help but grin – and threw myself on the seat next to him, giving him a kiss.

"Oooh, that's so cute!" I heard Alicia say.

"Not the first word that comes to mind," grunted Fred.

I broke the kiss, and squeezed his hand.

"I'll see you later."

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

I smiled, gave him a quick kiss and followed the girls in the small hallway, closing the compartment door behind me. The train was cramped – everyone was walking around, joking and talking, and the trolley created some serious traffic near the lavatories. I sighed loudly, making Angelina's hair dance in front of me.

"Bloody hell!" I muttered. "We'll be at Hogwarts before we make it to the compartment."

"I don't know what is taking so long –"

"Hi, Alicia."

The three of us turned to the source of the unknown voice. At first, I didn't recognize the bloke who had just appeared behind us. It was only when I looked down at his robes that I was the 'Head Boy' badge. Oh. Ethan Wellington. The previous prefect – and also, very-possibly-a-werewolf.

"Hi, Ethan," replied Alicia in an uncertain tone.

"Did you have a good summer?"

"Sure."

"Brilliant."

The exchange between them was so awkward I felt bad for them – fortunately, the trolley finally started to go forward again, and the path to the compartment was cleared.

"Well, I'll see you 'round," said Alicia.

"Yeah. Brilliant."

His eyes then travelled to Angelina, and to me – I smiled awkwardly, and grabbed both my friends' arms and we hurried to the compartment, closing the door behind us.

"What was that?" I blurted out.

"Was that Ethan Wellington? The prefect?" asked Angelina.

"Looks like he's Head Boy now," muttered Alicia.

"And grew a beard," I snickered.

"And fancies Alicia!" added Angelina with a smile.

Me and Angelina chuckled – Alicia only blushed, shaking her head. Then we turned around, and hugged Melinda and Pam, asking them about their summer.

"It was fine," shrugged Pam, who had always been more secretive.

"Mine was marvelous," said Melinda with her infamous high-pitched voice. "We went to the beach, and I met this guy, he was a "life-guardian" or something like that, so he was always in a swimsuit…"

Melinda then told us everything about her summer fling with the "life-guardian" at the beach – her stories were always interesting, because she was such a enthusiastic story-teller – and a funny one, too. Time flew as we talked without stopping – and I found myself smiling, because after spending almost my entire summer with boys, it was nice to be surrounded by girls. Nothing beat girl talk, after all.