* Happy Independance Day, fellow Americans! Since I'm in Canada I don't get the light show... :( But I got one on the first, so yaaaaaay! Tomorrow I'm going to Guatemala, so 8:00 AM flight, here I come! Well, without further ado...

Everybody stayed at the hospital wing for the night, and when they left, they were met with bare hallways. Nobody wanted to stay inside the castle, so they went to Hogsmeade. Clara really couldn't wait to visit Hogsmeade properly.

Ron was still confused out of his mind. It was a bad idea to let John explain, for he added all the technical explanations as well. Clara laughed at some of them, not really knowing why. Her friends would look at her, as if to ask, You understand this? Clara just smiled sadly.

Through it all, Clara was quite glad that she would be able to spend some time with her friends. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and John all decided to skip the Hogsmeade visit. Perhaps they were all too tired.

Instead, they lay by the lake, reminiscing about last night's endeavours. Clara looked out into the lake, smiling at the bubbles the giant squid caused. Sometimes, the giant squid would lap out a tentacle or two, as if to put on a show. This made Clara laugh.

Ron and Hermione were talking to each other, while Harry stared at the open air. Perhaps he was looking again for his Patronus. Clara had to admit that the Patronus was beautiful. Clara had seen things before, but to witness something so pure, innocent, and happy, it was almost sad because every single time, Clara remembered everything that was sad. Why was life cruel like that?

A big shadow loomed over Clara. She turned around and saw a teary Hagrid.

"Yer know, I really shouldn' feel happy after Black escapin' at what not, but, guess what?"

Everybody put on their biggest fake smiles. "What?"

"Beak escaped! Oh, I've been celebratin' all night!"

Clara glared at Ron, who was hiding his face from Hagrid because of his laughter. Clara kicked him.

Hermione smiled innocently. "That is amazing, Hagrid!"

Hagrid smiled again. "I mus' not have tied 'im properly… I was worried he mighta met Professor Lupin, but Lupin says he didn't eat anything last night…"

Clara's smiled faltered. "Wait, what?"

Hagrid coughed. "Oh, well ya haven't heard? Everyone's supposed to know. Snape told 'em Slytherins this morning. Lupin's a werewolf, ya see… He was loose on the grounds last' night, so he's packin' now…"

Clara jolted. "Packing?" she cried in disbelief.

"He's leavin' all right… Resigned firs' thing this mornin'... Says he don't wanna risk it again…"

Harry scrambled to his feet. "I need to go see him!"

Hermione pulled him down. "He's resigned Harry-"

"I stil want to see him. Stay here everybody, please."

Clara frowned. Professor Lupin had been her favourite teacher. It would be sad to see him go. She sighed. "Bet Malfoy's having a field day today."

John snorted. "He's bipolar today, if that's what you mean. Black escaped, the animal that 'mauled' him is on the loose, and Lupin is gone. He's probably not sure what emotion to feel."

Clara laughed. She mussed up John's hair. "Haven't you heard that Malfoy's don't have emotions?" Everyone laughed. However, Clara couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt the moment she said that.

Harry never did return, so eventually, Clara dispersed. It was Monday, and by now, the whole school had heard about the events of a couple days ago. There were so many rumours flying about, it was hilarious. Clara and her gang of friends would most likely be the only ones to know what happened.

While in the Great Hall, Clara heard Seamus and Dean talking.

"Who knows what we'll get next year!"

"I know! Maybe a vampire?"

Clara laughed, and just as John was walking by, she whispered, "Twilight."

John laughed, and Clara high-fived him. She muttered to herself, "so good, so good. Ah, I'm amazing."

Clara was earned some odd looks, but that was alright.

On the last day of term, Clara sat down, alongside Ginny, and all of her other friends. They were looking over their marks.

Harry was surprised when he passed Potions, though to be honest, so was Clara. It seemed that Snape just couldn't handle Clara's innocent mistakes. Though, Clara couldn't handle Snape's personality.

Ginny scowled. "Did well enough in Charms, though I seriously need to improve in Potions…"

Clara laughed. "If somebody passed with flying colours, I'll be surprised."

John groaned. "I got an 'A.' Only and 'acceptable'! Why?"

Clara grabbed the report card. "What? Potions?" She looked it over and snickered. "I think after that night's events, Snape hates you."

"Bugger."

Ginny pulled her away from the crowd for a second. She gave a serious look. "Are you friends with him again, Clara?"

Clara chewed on her toast. "Who?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "John!"

Clara swallowed. "Yes, but I'll never tell him that. Too stubborn." Clara tapped her nose.

Ginny scowled. "You think you're adorable, but you're just a menace."

Clara slid back to her original spot. "I'm a killer cinnamon roll. Sweet, warm, sugary, but killer."

"Sounds like my mum's cinnamon rolls," Ginny replied.

"Who's the menace now?"

"I never said that I wasn't a menace!" Ginny laughed, quick as a flash, she grabbed the jam knife and spread the berry stiff on Clara's cloak.

"Ginny? What the hell?" Clara shouted. They were probably attracting a lot of attention.

"What? I like my cinnamon rolls with jam!" Ginny taunted.

Clara growled. "Ginny Weasley, you are insufferable!" Ginny must've noticed her look, for she took off gleefully out of the Great Hall.

Clara scowled, and threw her cloak off to ensure it didn't get in her way while killing Ginny with the jam knife. "Get your arse over here, Ginny!" she yelled.

The next morning, Clara stood next to all her friends, waiting for the Hogwarts Express. Hermione said something surprising.

"I've dropped Muggle Studies," she said sadly.

"You got a 320%!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione looked at the ground. "I know! But, I don't want a repeat of this year. No more time-travel, OK? I'll have a normal schedule."

Ron wrinkled his nose. "Why didn't you tell us you had a Time Turner?" Ron complained for the millionth time.

Clara shook her head. "More to the point, John had one and didn't tell anybody!"

They laughed, until Clara noticed an envelope John was clutching.

"What's that?" she asked.

John wrinkled his brow. "Tickets to this summer's Quidditch World Cup. My father got the tickets got me a ticket. Thankfully, I'll be going by myself."

"Is that safe?"

John snorted. "Going to a sporting event like this? No."

Ginny strode over. "You going to the Cup? Dad usually gets tickets from work." Her eyes lit up, "Hey, Clara! I could ask my Dad to get you a ticket!"

Clara smiled. "That'd be great!"

They all climbed into the train, where Clara, Ginny, and John separated from everyone else.

Clara looked out the window. "I don't want this year to end."

John sighed. "Everything ends, Clara. You of all people should know that."

Clara nodded against the glass. At first, she thought that John meant her mum, but it was more than that. Something only the pair understood.

Once they arrived at King's Cross Station, Clara bid her farewells. She looked for her dad, and he was again, late. John swaggered off, leaving Clara in a crowd of busy Muggles and Wizards.

And there was that feeling again. The ripping apart of her body, but it was stronger this time. The world dissolved around her, colours swirled, voices were garbled, and finally, Clara was still again. The catch: she was by no means at King's Cross Station. So, she did the only thing she could: she rang the doorbell.

End of "Those Who Reminisced" I sincerely hope you enjoyed this story. I loved writing it, of course. Thanks to my frequent reviewers as well. I'll have the third, and final installment up soon. The first chapter will be uploaded August 1st. The nest installment will be... "Remember Me." It'll be full of action, and you'll finally find out the secret as to why Clara and the Doctor don't remember their time-travelling past. Preview to the "Remember Me," read ahead...

Clara frowned. She knew the woman... How many times? How? How many times had she seen her in her dreams? And here she was, making Clara feel very afraid. She gripped the edge of her seat, hoping she wouldn't stab the lady.

Clara flinched at the waking memories, and she shook her head. But, the frames still flashed by. It was just a blurry mess, but Clara felt something weird inside of her...

The woman simply smiled. She had the mischevious eyes, the ones that screamed "Run!" Her eyes were mistly and clouded, which annoyed Clara. Beside her, John was taking sharp breaths. Sharp, painful, staggering breaths.

One word, just one tiny word... The one that would change Clara's life. The one that hurt her the most.

"Missy."