A year in the life of Harry Potter

Chapter 33: August, 29

"Madam Promfrey's gonna come in two days to check you up," Quentin said as she brought him his breakfast. "She just came through the floo."

Harry nodded. He was quite excited to meet this doctor - healer. But at the same time he noticed a change in Quentin. She had become quieter and looked saddened. Maybe it was because there were only three days left before she had to stop calling her father Daddy for many months.

"So, did Lucy decide?" Harry asked. During the night he had woken up again, and again he had looked out onto the Night-London, wondering what would become of Henry, Fredrick, Emmett and Francis during the winter.

Quentin nodded sadly. "She's taking the teaching post. Her heart's broken though because she's got to stop acting."

"What a pity," Harry sighed. "There's probably a talent going to waste."

"Well, there's nothing to be done," she said. "Now eat. You'll need all your strength if you want to Madam Pomfrey to let you on the train."


A/N: Shall I just write about his first year or put all seven years into one? (Either way the ending will be the same.)