Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update this weekend. I was planning to, but my niece (who is wild child, and is very bad at times) and my sister came over. They spent the weekend here at my house, since it's cold in their old house, and my sister is also pregnant, again (she's 19). Also the my niece and the unborn child's father is in jail (because he is an idiot). So, here's a new chapter!
A few weeks later, Harry and I were in the Great Hall, eating breakfast. Today was Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw. Gryffindor was totally going to beat Ravenclaw, I just know it!
Suddenly, while I was taking a sip of juice, I heard a voice,
"Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?"
I turned around, seeing Malfoy with those two idiot goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
"I reckon so," Harry answered.
"It's got plenty of special features, doesn't it?" Malfoy, the King of Annoying People continued. "Shame it doesn't have a parachute in case a dementor gets too near."
I glared at him. Remus told my I got my dad's glare. I pretty much have my dad's personality.
"Shame you can't attach an extra arm to your broom, Malfoy, that way it could catch the Snitch for you."
I smiled, laughing along with the rest of the team. Malfoy narrowed his eyes, but walked away back his table, where he belongs.
I was between Ron and Hermione, the game has begun.
"They're off, and the big excitement for this match. The new Firebolt that belongs to Harry Potter, who is sporting for Gryffindor," Lee Jordon was commenting. "Complete with built-in auto-brakes, this broom is said to be the number one choice for national teams -"
"Jordan!" I heard McGonagall's voice. "Tell us about the match!"
Right you are, Professor," said Lee. I was laughing, Lee is just too funny, always getting into trouble with McGonagall on his commenting skills.
He continued, "Okay, Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle, Angelina Johnson passes to Katie Bell, Bell headed for the goal . . ."
The game continued and we were winning (I wasn't keeping score). Ravenclaw then catched up. I saw that Harry was having his own problems. I saw Cho Chang cut in front of him once again. Damn it Harry, get in her way! You're never like this to me.
No, really, this is true. Sometimes we race to class, and Harry would be shoving me (I'll do th at to him, too.) and all, what fun. Until someone like McGonagall yells at us to not run, and we gotta go to Big D (Dumbledore).
But, he let's us off, with that twinkle in his eyes.
"HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" I hear Oliver Wood roar. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!"
I saw three hooded figures that were like dementors. I didn't feel that sad feeling, though. Also, I was okay, and didn't hear my mother's screams, thank God. Next thing I knew, we won.
Wait one second, we won? WE WON! YES!
That party we had lasted until about one in the morning, until McGonagall told us to shut up and go to bed. Well, she didn't tell us to shut up, just to stop and go to bed.
I woke up, something did not feel right. It felt like someone was in here, like family was in here, I don't know.
With Hermione who also woke up, we went downstairs into the common room. All of the boys were up, Ron looked like he was about to piss himself. Some other girls were down here, too.
"What's going on?" I asked, as I got to my two friends. Before they could answer, Percy's loud voice came out,
"Everyone is to get back upstairs! Right now! I'm Head Boy!"
Yeah, no once cares about that. Sorry Percy, it's true.
"Perce, Sirius Black," Ron told his older brother. Ron was shaking, poor boy. "He was in our dormitory with a knife! Woke me up!"
Oh my God. I thought, rolling my eyes. Not Ron!
"Don't be ridiculous," Percy told Ron, looking, astonish. "You were just dreaming -"
"It wasn't -"
"Really now, this is enough!" I heard McGonagall's voice over the crowd.
"Professor McGonagall," Percy rushed to her side. "I was just telling them to get back to bed. My brother Ron had a nightmare -"
Ron pushed his brother out of his way. "It wasn't a dream Professor, I swear! I woke up and Sirius Black was standing over me, holding a knife!"
McGonagall has a blank look. After a long pause she finally spoke. "Don't be ridiculous Mr. Weasley. How could've Black gotten through the portrait hole?"
"Ask him!" Ron shouted, pointing at the back of Sir Cadogan's portrait. "See if he let anyone in!"
McGonagall then went back outside to talk to the portrait. All of us who were in the common room stayed quiet to hear their conversation.
"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter this tower?"
"Certainly, milady!" Sir Cadogan answered.
"B-but what about the passwords?" McGonagall asked, stuttering a little.
"He had the list for the entire week ma'am, all written down on a little piece of paper."
McGonagall turned back into the common room, looking upset and furious.
"Which foolish person," she shook her head, I could hear rage of fear in her voice. "Which extremely foolish person left a list of passwords lying around?"
Slowly, Neville raised his hand, trembling. He was in some huge, big trouble.
I was sitting with Hermione, today. Yes, I know, shocker I know I usually sit with Ron and Harry, but I did not want to hear about someone almost getting killed by my father. I am not in the mood to hear about that.
Security had been tightened. The Fat Lady had returned and Sir Cadogan was fired. There were trolls outside the Gryffindor house as requested by the Fat Lady.
Ron had become a celebrity, even more so then Harry. He would tell and retell what happened that night. I could tell scared about what happened but loved the attention. Whatever.
"It's just for security," Hermione told me, her face buried in a book. "I'm sure once things calm down, the trolls will leave. I thought you usually sat with Harry and Ron during breakfast?"
"Not until this shit is forgotten," I told her, not in a good mood. "There's so many times I can hear about any of my best friends almost being murdered by my stupid, psycho father before it starts to get old."
Hermione then looked at me, eyes wide. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Rose! It's just that Ron and Harry are mad at me and all and, and -"
"Girl! It is okay!" I assured her. "Really, it's fine."
Hermione had tears forming in her eyes, which I quickly wiped away.
"Hermione, it's fine, really." I told her softly. "Don't be sorry, it's okay. I am not mad at you or anything."
Hermione nodded, but I could tell she still felt bad.
Hermione and I were in the common room, working at homework. Hermione had this big load of books while I had like, two.
Damn, how many classes is she taking? I thought. Maybe she's meddling with time. I added to my thoughts, jokefully.
Wait a minute, maybe she was! I have been thinking about it for a while, and it all made sense!
Suddenly there was a small plop in the room and pretty much everybody ran to the board. Oh.
As Seamus and Dean passed me and Hermione, I asked what it was.
"Hogsmead trip," Dean answered. "Next week."
"Oh, okay, thanks." I told them, then they walked off.
I didn't notice Hermione got up until I heard Harry and Ron's names.
I looked up, seeing that the three (well, or Ron and Hermione) were arguing.
"Harry, if you go to Hogsmeade again . . . I'll tell Professor McGonagall! And I'll tell her about that map, too!" Hermione threatened.
"Can you hear someone talking, Harry?" Ron asked our friend who wasn't talking, his voice cold.
"Ron, how can you let him go, especially after what Sirius Black almost did to you! I swear, I'll tell McGonagall!"
"So now you're trying to get Harry expelled!" said Ron furiously. "Haven't you done enough damage already this year?"
I hit my forhead against the palm of my head. Gosh, he could be so stupid! All Hermione cares about it Harry's safety! I mean yes, I want Harry to have fun, but I have to side with Hermione on this one. I felt anger coming into my body.
Hermione then ran up to the girls' dormitory. I started to collect Hermione's and my things.
"So, are you up for it?" Ron asked Harry. I was done with Ron for now, again. I went past them and up to my dorm, comforting Hermione.
"You're not doing anything wrong, Hermione." I assured her. "You're just doing what you think is right."
"And - that's why - I'm such a - a - bad friend!" she said, through gasps.
"Girlfriend, you are not a bad friend. You are a good friend. You just care about Harry's safety, and I totally get that." I told her.
"Yeah, but - but - Ron!" she reasoned.
"Oh don't listen to that jerkface idiot," I told her. "Without you - or us, that is, they would be totally screwed."