Chapter 81: What I meant to say
"Come on, Lily, you have to forgive him some time," Lucy said, following the red head as they walked to the library.
A few days had passed since the incident with Severus and Lily, ever stubborn, was not listening to a word Lucy was saying. Yes, Severus apologized and of course, it was sincere but Lily wasn't hearing any of it. She just refused to show mercy.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Lily sniffed, entering the library and picking up the first book she saw.
Coincidentally, it was the one she needed. Lucy followed Lily to a table. The Emeraude looked like a duckling following its mother wherever she went.
"You bloody well know what I'm talking about," was Lucy's reply. She sat down and leaned on her elbows, watching Lily flip through the pages of the book. "Severus says he's sorry."
"I know," Lily pulled out a piece of parchment, her quill and an inkbottle before beginning her assignment.
Lucy watched as elegant penmanship began to decorate the once empty parchment. The scratching sounds the quill made against the paper calmed Lucy a bit before she shook her head, remembering that she was bugging Lily for a reason.
"So…?" Lucy began, raising a brow at her friend. Lily didn't look up from her homework; she merely flipped a page in her book, scanned it and continued writing. "LILY!" Lucy exclaimed before receiving and angered hiss from Madam Pince.
"What?" Lily finally looked up from her work, which was already half way filled, and placed her quill down, folding her arms on the table. She squinted her eyes slightly at Lucy, making the Emeraude shrink in her seat.
"Severus says he's –"
"I know he's sorry," Lily interrupted her.
"Well?" Lucy asked, leaning forward, "Is he forgiven?"
"Forgiven? Why yes! Of course! I mean…of course I forgave him for calling me a 'Mudblood'. Of course I believe him since he broke my trust," Lily huffed, her eyes watering slightly but she did not dare let the tears fall, "AND OF COURSE I FORGAVE AND FORGOT WHAT HE SAID TO MY FACE! FORGOT THAT WHAT I SAW WAS EXACTLY WHAT HE PROMISED ME HE NEVER WAS!"
There was a painful silence that hung in the room. Madam Pince didn't even dare to check what all the yelling was about. Lucy was grateful for that. The Emeraude saw Lily sniff and look away from her, covering her face with her hands before ducking back to doing her homework. Lucy licked her lips and scanned her brains for something proper to say at this sort of moment.
"Lily –" she began awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. She was slightly thankful for Lily interrupting her.
"No, Lucy, I… I just… no. What he said… it hurt," Lily's voice cracked a bit in the end, her hand was shaking and she was having a hard time writing down the answers.
"I know, I was there, but you do know that he was provoked into saying that, right?" Lucy said in a soft, comforting voice.
"Yes, Potter and Black were annoying him," Lily said, her words laced with slight malice.
"So he didn't really mean it. It was in the heat of the moment!"
"Don't you say what you truly feel during the 'heat of the moment'?"
"No! People say things they DON'T feel during those moments," Lucy said quickly, hoping that she was actually getting somewhere with Lily, "Come on, Lils, you KNOW you want him back. He's your best friend!"
Lily didn't say anything. She looked at Lucy with sad, confused eyes before packing up her things, picking up the book and standing up from her chair. Lucy, prepared to run after Lily, pushed her chair back and placed her hands on the table, standing up.
"I don't know what he is to me anymore," Lily whispered, turning away from her dear friend and walking out of the library.
Lucy was dumbstruck, silent in her place as she watched the library doors swing close. Madam Pince sent her a look before going back to her work, the authority figure's own way of telling Lucy that Lily needed time to think. The Emeraude sighed in defeat, sitting back down on her seat and placing her head in her hands, taking slow deep breaths. She didn't expect things to turn out this way. She was getting worried.
It was the dead of night and Zoey found herself standing in front of the Gryffindor boy's dorm. After Fred and George's spectacular exit, she had left Bridgit and made her way to the Gryffindor tower, entering the place with the help of Colin, someone she had met on her way. Zoey was waiting for Harry to enter, hoping to have a word with him, only have fallen asleep during the wait.
Neville, who clumsily stumbled on his way down the stairs, woke the Emeraude. Zoey blinked the sleep away from her eyes and, remembering her purpose in the Common Room, quickly asked Neville if she could have a talk with Harry. Neville, who was still half asleep, gave her the okay and Zoey dashed up the stairs, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
Zoey, finally pushing her nervousness away, placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the door. She was greeted by the snoring of the Fifth year Gryffindor boys and scanned the room, looking for Harry. The Emeraude's eyes quickly landed on a figure tossing and turning on his bed and she made her way towards him. Zoey saw Harry's face contort with fear and out of reflex she shook him awake.
"Harry," Zoey said in a concerned whisper, continuing the shaking, "Harry, wake up."
The boy who lived didn't wake. He continued to toss and turn. Sweat began to form on his brow. Zoey's brows knitted together in worry and she shifted her position so she was pinning Harry down. If she could not wake him, might as well keep him still as to not wake the other people in the room or harm himself.
Harry let out sounds of distress and Zoey felt her body rock with imbalance. Harry was stronger than he looked. The Emeraude was nearly thrown off when Harry's eyes snapped open and caught her in time. Grey met with green and Zoey felt something odd tugging at her head, making her eyes go foggy. Harry seemed to have the same problem for his head began to tilt from side to side before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hold on Zoey releasing.
Zoey had fallen to the floor with a thump while Harry had slumped back to his bed, both minds clouding, Harry entering a memory he never thought he would.
Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he stood in a strange neighborhood. The fog that clouded his eyes soon faded and he blinked several times to make sure that everything would be clear. He looked around and saw the he was in a Suburban area for all the houses looked alike and so did the gardens.
The boy scanned his surroundings and soon a small girl, who looked no older than nine, came to view. She was struggling with her luggage. Harry took a step away from her and watched as she approached the gate of the house behind him.
Harry turned around and his eyes widened slightly to its off-putting appearance. The house took the same appearance as every other house in the Suburb but what made it different was its cemetery like garden and its gates that were old, cold and rusty. Harry guessed that the softest of breezes would reduce it to nothing.
"Well, I guess this is it," Harry heard the girl mutter to herself before putting a hand on the gate and pushing it open. It made and eerie sort of creak. Harry took a closer look at the girl and studied her as she picked up her bag and made her way to the house.
"Who the –" Harry began, watching as the nine year old pulled out a key from her pocket and inserted it in the lock, twisting it until she heard a satisfying click.
The girl had long brown hair and big, grey eyes. Her clothes were about two sizes too big and she was weak. The weight of her bag made her body shake. It was simply too heavy for her to handle. Long brown hair, grey eyes, frail body and the familiar licking the lips made Harry's eyes widen with every second.
"Zoey…" he breathed out in shock when the nine-year-old Zoey entered the house, closing the door behind her.
Harry looked around and noticed that the entire house was already furnished. He noticed Zoey's eyes scan the room and they soon glazed. She then began to make her way towards the pictures hanging on the wall. Harry wondered why.
"Zoey?" Harry asked, though knowing that she couldn't hear him, "Who are they?"
What happened next had scared Harry. He saw Zoey's eyes widen and her shaky hands reach up to her neck. Her nine-year-old body then slumped against the wall and she looked like she was choking, drowning on land.
"ZOEY!" he exclaimed, kneeling at Zoey's side, trying his best to get a hold of her hands. He wanted to stop her from scratching her neck, stop her from wounding herself but he couldn't do anything. It was like Zoey was a ghost. His hands simply went through her.
Suddenly, the girl stopped her scratching and her body froze. Harry hoped that that was the end of everything until Zoey's body fell right through him, her head painfully hitting the marbled floor. Harry winced at the sound.
"I want my mommy," she said hoarsely, "I want my daddy."
Harry wanted to help her up, hug her, and tell her everything would be okay but he never got the chance. Before the boy could take action, the scene was spinning to a blur and he soon found himself in another memory.
When the fog cleared up, Harry found himself in a room that very much looked like a kitchen with a curvy blonde woman sitting cross-legged on her chair. She was twirling her finger in her hair while the other was using her wand to stir her coffee. On the same table, beside the woman's coffee, was a familiar envelope.
It was a Hogwarts letter.
Harry's eyes widened at the sight and made a move to pick it up but the opening of the door tore Harry's attention away from the letter to see its owner, Zoey, enter the room. She winced at the brightness of the kitchen light.
The boy was so hypnotized by the sight of his godsister that the following events passed by as if it were merely fast-forward images on a TV screen.
"What would you do after your schooling though? Run away?" Damiana then walked towards Zoey again, stopping mere inches away from her face.
At the thought of Damiana so close to Zoey, and possibly hurting her, Harry snapped out of his trance. His brows furrowed and he took on a protective stance. He knew that he could do nothing to help and he knew that this was just a memory but that didn't stop him from wanting to take action.
"Were you planning to run away?" Damiana asked, "You know I would not like that. I would hate to know that you would leave the Emeraudes. After all, you are an Emeraude, aren't you?"
Harry looked over to Zoey and waited for her answer. He was hoping to see a Zoey he never saw before. A Zoey that would stand up to the devilish woman and out right tell her "NO! I BLOODY WILL NOT STAY WITH YOU, YOU OLD HAG!" or something more Zoey like. What his godsister said next, though, shocked the poor boy.
"If you want me to stay then I'll stay. After schooling, I'll come back and I'll never leave," Zoey said, defeat in her voice.
"What?" Harry whispered, unheard by the two women in the room, "Zoey…. You're lying! You aren't going to agree to stay with this woman!"
"Never?" Damiana asked, evil smile gracing her lips.
"Never. I promise," Zoey replied.
"ZOEY! NO!" Harry exclaimed, wishing that Zoey had heard him but the scene was soon clouded with fog and Harry got a dizzying feeling when the setting changed once more and he found himself standing in a compartment in the Hogwarts Express with Zoey sitting not to far from him.
Harry figured that this was Zoey's first time in the Hogwarts Express therefore she was yet to begin her first year. The girl was seated with her legs tucked under herself and there was an empty Chocolate Frog box beside her while she flipped over her card. She was reading the back, sometimes muttering a few words from what she was reading.
Harry was glad that Zoey was now free from Damiana but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach reminding him that Zoey would have to return to her by the end of her seventh year.
There was a loud BANG that caused both Harry and Zoey to jump out of surprise. The sudden BANG was soon followed by angry yells, laughter and running footsteps. Harry and Zoey looked out of the compartment and Harry felt a grin play on his lips when he saw Fred and George run by, mischievous frons on their faces. Echo was trailing behind them.
The eleven-year-old Echo separated herself from the twins and opened Zoey's compartment door. Harry wrinkled his nose at the foul order that seeped into the room while Zoey inched back, trying to avoid the smell from reaching her; she covered her nose and mouth with her hands. Echo too wrinkled her nose and quickly closed the door before opening the window at the opposite side of the compartment. Harry gladly accepted the fresh air.
"Unless you want this compartment of yours to stink like dungbomb, allow me to barge in and open the window," Harry snorted at Echo's words, "On second thought, you should be grateful I did those things."
From that moment, Harry knew that that was the beginning of Zoey and Echo's friendship. The boy took a seat beside the younger version of his godsister and listened to the their conversation. Echo mentioned the twins and Zoey admitted that she had no knowledge on who they were. They reached introductions later in their conversation.
Soon, almost as Harry expected it, the compartment door was banged open and in came Fred and George, sweaty from their run for escape but satisfied with their prank.
"So this is where you've been hiding, Echo!" twin number one, Harry guessed was Fred, said with a grin playing on his lips. He was taking deep breaths and laughing at the same time.
"We've been looking everywhere for you!" George added, grinning as well.
"When I finally get company other than you two, you guys just blow up the moment!" Echo groaned with irritation, leaning her head back into her seat. "Seriously, what did I do wrong?"
Harry looked over to Zoey and saw that she was awkward-ed with what was happening in front of her. Though she was shy, she couldn't help but study the three friends. Harry watched as she gripped at the edge of her seat and tried her best to blend in with the background.
"You hurt us," George then said, placing a hand over his chest as he mocked hurt.
"And to think we came here to tell you and your friends that we're nearing Hogwarts and we should change into our robes," Fred smirked.
The two then left and Echo looked over to Zoey.
"Shall we?" she asked.
Zoey gave a shaky nod and Harry was once again brought to another memory.
Harry found himself in the Astronomy tower in the dead of night. He looked around and saw Fred leaning against the wall with a Hufflepuff scarf wrapped around his head (he tried his best not to laugh at the comical appearance) and Zoey sitting directly in front of Fred with red and puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.
The two obviously had a fight.
"So… what's the source of all this?" Harry turned to Zoey and saw the stressed out look on her face, "What caused all this? What made us have a row?"
Harry then looked over to Fred and saw the boy opening his eyes to look at Zoey. Fred placed a hand on the scarf and readjusted it on his head.
"Jealousy… I guess," Fred said, looking away from Zoey.
"Jealousy?" Zoey repeated, "You were jealous of Cedric?"
Harry's eyes widened at the mention of the deceased Hufflepuff and his stomach churned with guilt. He swallowed hard and tired his best to pay attention to what was happening in front of him no matter how personal it was.
It was rude of him to be seeing all of Zoey's memories but he had to. For years he knew Zoey was hiding something from him, from everyone and now he had a chance to see what they were.
"No need to rub it in my face, Zoe… but yeah, I was jealous of that Prefect Diggory," Fred grumbled in response to Zoey's question.
"But why? What does he got that you want?" Zoey asked.
"You have no idea," Harry muttered out loud by accident, remembering that he himself was slightly jealous of Cedric.
"Money, looks, grades, admiration, something for his parents to be proud of, the list goes on Zoe and the more I name them the more it hurts on my esteem," Fred lowered the scarf to cover his eyes.
Zoey furrowed her eyebrows. "Is that it? Fred, money doesn't matter… you know that right?" Fred grumbled in response, Zoey continued, "As for grades, they don't determine how smart you are and for the record you and George are geniuses. Admiration? I thought you were the type to not care what other people thing –"
"I'm not!"
" – Well, you better cross that out of the list then. Something for your parents to be proud of? Why wouldn't they be proud of you? You and George have done splendid things and frankly, I think they're mega proud. They, just show it in a different way," Zoey laughed a bit and Fred offered a chuckle, "Now, as for looks," Zoey blushed, "If it helps… I think you're very handsome"
Harry needed to look away. He just had to.
What was happening in front of him reminded him of those "lovey-dovey" shows he would sometimes see his Aunt Petunia watching after she had placed Dudley's desert in the oven. She would sit in front of the telly with boxes of tissue by her side and cry her eyes out at the events of the story.
Harry always thought that those love stories were sappy and cliché.
Fred and Zoey's love story; however, was different.
Theirs was real. They experienced hurt beyond belief and hardships. They had their fights and misunderstandings yet they still stayed strong. Harry felt bad for Fred for he knew that Zoey was going to leave. Zoey was going to be taken away from Fred, from him, from everybody and there was that painful feeling in his heart that made him believe that there was nothing he could do about it.
Fred's voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts and caused to boy to look back at the pair.
"There's something else he has that I don't," Fred said looking Zoey in the eyes.
"What's that?"
"He has you"
Harry was once again brought out of the memory and entered a new one.
This memory, from what Harry had guessed, had taken place during the same time span of the last one. Zoey was in the Ravenclaw Common Room, sobbing her eyes out as she talked to Bridgit. Harry chuckled softly at Bridgit's concerned yet awkward looking expression but stopped when he saw that Zoey was truly in pain.
She was having a war with her emotions.
The boy took a seat on the couch and placed his head in his hands as he listened to their conversation. It was long and helpful and he didn't want to speak even though they wouldn't hear him anyway. He didn't know how much time had passed and he faintly wondered what was happening in the real world.
Was it still the dead of night? Or had the sun risen and his dorm mates were surrounding him and Zoey's unconscious bodies wondering what the heck had happened to them?
Before Harry knew it, it was already nearing the end of Zoey and Bridgit's discussion on Zoey's messed up love life.
"I KNOW it's love, Bridgit," Zoey said, "I thought you knew I love him?"
"I know you do, I was just scared that YOU didn't," Bridgit gave Zoey a smile, "Besides, I'm still shocked that he realized it. Guess he's not as dense as I thought he was."
Harry just had to laugh at what Bridgit had said about Fred. He had to admit, she was right to an extent. Then again, Harry didn't know Fred as well as Zoey and Bridgit do.
"So what's the reason you two aren't frolicking in the garden being a happy couple right now?" Bridgit asked. Harry winced at the question. He had a clue as to why Zoey had not told Fred that she felt the same.
"That's the thing… we can't be a happy couple," Zoey said, looking away from Bridgit.
"My question is 'Why'?" Bridgit pushed.
"Because it's not possible," Zoey sighed, "Fred…Me… together. It won't end well"
"Again… why?" Bridgit asked.
Zoey looked back at Bridgit and gave a sad smile. She brought her hands to her lap and gripped onto the cloth of Bridgit's pajama bottoms. "Because… I'll be taken away."
"Oh, I see, so you'll be – Wait! What do you mean you'll be taken away?" Bridgit asked, panic in her eyes.
"I'm sorry I kept you up with my sob story," Zoey said with an apologetic face before getting up from the floor. "It's way past my curfew and if I'm caught exiting the Ravenclaw Common Room I'll be in deep trouble. Thank you for helping me… I really appreciate it"
"Zoey… I know you're avoiding the question, and I also know not to push too hard. It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but maybe you should think…if…maybe Fred deserves an explanation," Bridgit now said, standing up as well. "And I'd be staying up late anyway… I have to finish studying and I have to make sure Harry lives in the next challenge," Bridgit added, offering her friend a smile.
"An explanation?" Zoey said with a hollow look in her eyes, Harry wasn't used to seeing such emptiness in the girl's expression, "Don't you think that would just destroy him further?"
"Zee, if the explanation will hurt him… it's not going to compare to the rejection that he'll feel the moment you start to avoid him. Love is not my forte, but I know enough to know that you avoiding Fred would be like piercing his heart with a stake," Bridgit answered, "I can't tell you what to do, and I can't teach you either, but try to think about it"
Harry waited for Zoey to answer Bridgit. A few minutes passed before the girl finally opened her mouth to talk.
"Thank you," Zoey breathed out with a smile before pausing, "I – I don't think avoiding Fred would be possible anyway"
"Trust me, you'll try," Bridgit suddenly said, "because you'll think it's what's best"
"That may be so and it might happen but… you know Fred, he might be dejected for a while but he's going to get back on his feet. He's persistent, that one," Zoey gave a small laugh, "Also, he's going to talk to me one of these days. You know why?"
"Because he can't stay away from you?" Bridgit answered, letting out a chuckle at the rhetorical question.
Zoey shook her head and turned the knob. "No, he's going to talk to me one of these days because," she stepped out of the door, "he still has my scarf," and with that she left the Ravenclaw Common Room with a click.
Harry laughed; glad that the atmosphere was lighter now, and gladly entered the next memory. He hoped that this was going to be the last. As much as he wanted to know Zoey more, he felt like certain things should be revealed by Zoey herself, not by him intruding her mind.
Harry had no clue on what was going to happen next. One moment he was in the Hufflepuff Common Room with Zoey and Jane and the next moment Zoey had shot up from her seat and bolted out the room, running up several staircases on her way. Harry, out of curiosity and reflex, ran after Zoey, glad that he was able to pass through objects without fail. He could have gotten seriously injured if he was with Zoey at that time in his solid, real form.
A painful stitch was forming in Harry's lower abdomen and he prayed that Zoey's unexpected journey would come to an end. He followed her as she dodged suits of armor and skidded past corners. He was just about to take a break from running when he saw Fred come into view. Harry looked over to Zoey and saw her face light up and she sped up her run before launching herself into Fred's arms.
"Whoa, Zoe, what's the rush?" Fred asked her, and what happened next shocked both him and Harry into silence. Zoey did not provide Fred with an answer for she had kissed him full on the mouth.
Harry's mouth hung agape out of disbelief.
Who knew Zoey had it in her?
"I want to be with you," Zoey said after she broke the kiss, "I don't care about the others anymore. I just want you."
Fred grinned. "Same here," he said to her, "And I'll be with you no matter what."
"BLOODY HELL, HARRY! WAKE UP!" Ron's voice bellowed in Harry's ears.
Harry quickly sat up in surprise and accidentally banged his forehead against Ron's, who was stupidly close to Harry's face, and making the Weasley stumble back and land on the cold hard floor. Seamus and Dean laughed but Neville remained silent for he was making sure Zoey was comfortable propped up against the wall.
"Blimey mate," Ron groaned, placing a hand on his forehead, "You didn't have to knock me out as well."
"Knock you out?" Harry paused, looking over to Zoey's still unconscious state, "What happened to her?" He jumped out of his bed and quickly went to Zoey's aid. The girl was breathing slowly and her face showed no sign of distress. She was merely sleeping.
"We were going to ask you that, Harry," Neville spoke as Dean and Seamus made their way back to their beds. They weren't all that close to Zoey but that didn't stop them from worrying about her. They wanted to know as well.
"When I came back up here, Ron was trying to wake you up and Seamus and Dean were doing the same to Zoey," Neville explained further.
"Another question," Dean then said, "What's Zoey even doing here?"
"How does a Hufflepuff find her way into the Gryffindor dorm? The boys dorm," Seamus added.
"This wasn't the first time a non-Gryffindor found their way in here," Ron shrugged, sending Harry a look, "You have any idea why she's here though?"
"Not a clue," Harry admitted. He brought a hand to his godsister's face and brushed away a stray strand of her hair away. Her head lolled a bit and she stirred but she did not wake. "You said that you came back to see Zoey unconscious?" he looked over to Neville, quirking an eyebrow.
Neville slowly nodded, not quit getting what Harry was really trying to ask. He looked to his friends and saw that they didn't know either. Harry snapped his fingers several times and Neville looked back to him. The boy shrugged his right shoulder and closed his eyes in thought.
"I do recall going downstairs, wanting to use the loo, when someone asked me if they could talk to you, Harry," Neville opened his eyes, "I was half asleep thought. Sorry."
"It's fine, Neville," Harry then looked to Ron. "What do you think she wanted to talk about?"
"Don't know, mate," Ron ran a hand through his hair, "I guess we'll find out when she wakes up."
Fred and George's flight to freedom was a day to remember. Heck, Zoey could have sworn it would be written down in History books and would be studied for years to come. Yes, this was legendary. Ever since that day, students of all ages would purchase their merchandise and use it around school for the sole purpose of causing trouble. They would pull pranks, set explosion going on here and there and all hair raising activities that would make Umbridge's skin turn red with anger.
The shocking, or probably not so shocking, thing was that Filch was the only one who would come to the toad queen's aid. The professor's of Hogwarts would turn their attention away whenever there was a prank involve. In fact, some would even help! For example, McGonagall had helped Peeves by telling him which was to unscrew a screw in order for something to fall down and what not. It was hilarious.
Time passed and soon, it was the beginning of the OWL exams for the fifth years. Zoey reminisced those days were she would stress over reviewing spells, ingredients and the like just to be able to pass. Now, she had to do the same things only for her NEWTS. Stress levels rising.
It was an early Saturday morning, and most of the people were heading off towards the most popular hangout of the weekend, Hogsmeade. Most of the students have been excited, wanting some freedom away from the blasted toad woman that now controlled their school.
Some made their way towards Honeydukes, others to Zonko's, while the rest just hung out at the Three Broomsticks, but as stated only most of the students were there.
One student, Bridgit to be exact, was currently walking through the various bookshelves and tables located in the Hogwarts library. She needed to study for her Potions NEWTs, and she needed to find the proper book on the subject.
"Over ten thousand books in this library, not a single one can answer my needs..." Bridgit whispered, looking through the spines of the books in the section that she knew the Potions books were located.
Just then, a girl that seemed all too familiar to Bridgit ran right into her, as the girl's head was facing the shelves containing endless amount of ancient books.
"Oh, sorry, Bridgit!" Echo actually squeaked. She pushed her bangs behind her ear, only to have them fall back. "You know, I've lost all my hairclips, and I really need to have my bangs cut."
"Are you sure George hasn't been taking them?" Bridgit asked jokingly. "Or maybe some of our housemates even!"
"Why would they do something as ridiculous as that?" Echo raised her eyebrows.
"Our housemates? They could have used them to put papers and reports together for all we know." Bridgit answered, a smile in her pale white face.
Echo narrowed her eyes, "How would you know?"
"Because that's what I do with my hair pins." Bridgit answered, the smile still plastered on her face. "So tell me, what's with all the books?"
"Potions." Echo simply answered.
So that's where all the good books went!" The Parker exclaimed, her eyes scanning through the stack of books Echo had in her hand. Indeed, all the books she needed were in there.
"Well, let's say we study together?" suggested Echo, her golden orbs glowing beneath her violet hair
"I think that's a brilliant idea!" Answered Bridgit happily. Finally she could get started on her Potions studying.
"Choose where to sit then." Echo said.
Bridgit took hold of some of the books in Echo's hand and led her to a table no to far away from where they were standing. "This good enough or would you like to sit near the window?"
"Nah. I hate the sun." Echo smiled.
"Okay then" Bridgit answered, taking a seat. She felt Echo take a seat beside her, and she reached for the book on the top of the stack. "I wonder if Snape hates us that much? How can we possibly memorize all this?"
"Well, make up silly abbreviations so that it could help you remember?" Echo grinned. "or 'mnemonics'…" Echo trailed off.
"Abbreviations you say? How about this… FRED could mean Flobberworm Mucus, Rat Tail, Eye of Newt and Doxy Egg." Bridgit thought, grinning at the disgusting ingredients she associated with Fred. Oh how it suited him so.
"You do know if Zoey were here to hear that, she would probably skin you alive, or laugh at it hysterically." Echo stuck her tongue out.
"Yes, well she isn't here now is she?" Bridgit retorted, smirking. "Speaking of Zoey, let's think of something for her..." The brown haired girl thought hard, but was unable to come up with anything that started with a Z...that was because no Potion ingredient started with a Z.
"Well, I got nothing," Echo nonchalantly said. All she did was fix her hair in order to see more clearly. "I despise days like these.
"Well then why don't we do Geo..." Bridgit was about to say, though by the glare Echo had given her she decided to keep her mouth shut.
Echo sighed audibly, "Help me with my hair? Besides, we're just as much of a know-it-all as Hermione, only two years older." Echo started drumming her fingers on the tabletop, waiting for Bridgit's response.
"Sure, but if it turns blue I have no fault in it!" Bridgit answered, stretching her arms. "Also, i'm pretty sure being a know-it-all is a quality for us Ravencalws."
"Oh, well. I better check on Iolanthe, see if George sent me anything." Echo winked and got up from her seat, "Hope you get everything inside your head!"
"Hope that he sent you something! I'm actually gonna check if they sent me some new products." Bridgit answered, looking up at her friend. She smiled as she waved goodbye and hit her head on the tomb in front of her. "Now to get back on 'FRED'" She groaned, laughing slightly at her, now, new meaning of the name.
"I still don't follow," Zoey said sadly after Bridgit had explained the problem for the tenth time that day.
The two friends were in the library studying for their final day of NEWTS when Zoey decided that her brain just couldn't take all the information. The Emeraude could have sworn that Echo wasn't with them for she knew that if Bridgit couldn't explain it to Zoey then the girl would turn to her and no one would be able to get their studying done.
Zoey grumbled and placed her head in her hands. Days passed since Fred and George's departure and she missed the times when they would be bothering Bridgit and Echo for help rather than Zoey doing it. Also, it had been ages since Zoey's last talk with Harry. The two haven't spoken since Harry's accidental Legilimens on Zoey.
"Well, what do you find hard about it?" Bridgit now asked, turning to Zoey. She was trying to be very patient, for she knew that Zoey was very stressed and so was Echo.
"Can 'everything' be an answer to that question?" Zoey cracked a smile, knowing that Bridgit really wanted to help.
"Uhm… sure, but then that would mean you were a third year," Bridgit answered, letting out a smile of her own.
"Besides, isn't this Harry's best subject? Why not ask him for help?" the Parker now asked, turning to the tomb in front of her.
"I might as well be a third year," Zoey sighed, stress was taking a toll on her attitude, "Life was easy then." There was a short pause, "Not counting that Harry went looking for the Philosopher's stone and nearly getting Ron, Hermione and himself killed."
Zoey then blinked, realizing Bridgit's suggestion. "Harry's a fifth year, I shouldn't be bothering him when he has his OWLS to worry about."
"I'm pretty sure Harry doesn't even study for DADA anymore, Zee," Bridgit retorted, her eyes not leaving the tomb. "And OWLS shmowls, your family to him, I'm sure he'd still help you."
"Still…" Zoey trailed off, following Bridgit's line of sight, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at a book about Charms, Professor Flitwick said that I should start to learn advanced Charms if I want to be a shoe in for that internship he offered me," Bridgit answered, smiling.
"Internship?" Zoey tilted her head, "You want to be a Charms teacher?"
"Well why not?" Bridgit answered with a question, "It looks like fun, and I'm sure I'd be one of the coolest teachers ever if that happened."
"Wingardium Leviosa," Zoey smiled, remembering her first lesson in Charms.
"Levitating spell…" Bridgit suddenly blurted out, letting out a laugh. "I suddenly remembered Seamus Finnegan, do you know him?"
Zoey blushed at the mention of Seamus' name. He was there when she had awkwardly awoken to find herself in the Gryffindor Boy's dorm with the whole lot of them surrounding her. "Somewhat," she muttered, hiding her face.
"I usually end up calling him a mini explosive," Bridgit said once again, turning ot Zoey. "So back to the lesson," she continued, and she swore that Zoey had groaned yet again.
"Let's get this over with," she muttered, looking back to the book.
"I think I'm just about ready to die, Jane," Zoey moaned as she gathered her things of the table. The NEWTS have finally ended and the Emeraude was excited to crash on her bed and sleep. Her eyes were stinging for they have remained open for the longest time during the test.
Blinking was a waste of time.
If you waste time you wouldn't be able to finish the test on time.
"Come on, Zoey, don't be like that! That was the final test!" Jane tried her best at pep talk, "You did it! Wouldn't Fred and George be proud?"
"They would mock me for actually taking the exams seriously," came Zoey's reply.
Jane snorted. "True," she agreed with her friend, "They wouldn't really care about these test, would they?"
Zoey grumbled out a response. She was still not in the best of moods.
"Hey, what's the attitude, Little Miss Emeraude?" Jane was amused, "I don't think Fred and George would be happy to see you like that. Would you want them to see you like that?"
"They're not here to see me like this now are they?" Zoey glared at the floor.
"Hey now, I thought you were happy for them?" Jane patted her friend's shoulder.
The Emeraude pushed her glasses up her head and rubbed her eyes. She was getting tired. "I am, Jane, I am… it's just that…," the girl's lip quivered slightly, "I miss them."
"Them… or Fred?" was the question.
"Both of them, Jane," she paused, "Fred more though."
"Understandable."
The Hufflepuffs made their way to the Hufflepuff Basement. Zoey had said the password and was granted entrance. The two relaxed on the sofa, Zoey folding her legs underneath herself as she looked into the fire. The fire was calming.
Zoey sighed and leaned back into the sofa, closing her eyes. It's been days since Fred and George left and though she was happy for them, she had to be honest in saying she wished they could have stayed a little bit longer. This was going to be her last few days of freedom. The moment she got off the Hogwarts Express, she would be whisked away into seclusion.
No one knew about this except for Fred, George, Echo, Bridgit (the three had asked after Zoey's fight with Echo) and Harry, who had found out from accidentally entering Zoey's mind.
"– a letter?"
"Pardon?" Zoey looked over to Jane, her brows raising in question.
Jane shook her head and smiled. "If you miss Fred so much, why don't you send him a letter?"
There was a moment of silence before Zoey blew her bangs away from her face and leaned back into her seat, taking on a leisure position. Jane was confused.
"I rather not," Zoey then said.
"What? Why not?"
"Because I don't want to be that kind of girlfriend," the word still sounded odd when it rolled off her tongue. The good kind of odd.
"And what exactly is that kind of girlfriend?" Jane asked.
"The kind that can't last a few measly days without her significant other," Zoey pouted, "I don't want to be like that."
"But you are like that," Jane pointed out, a grin on her lips.
Zoey straightened up and furrowed her brows at her friend. She meant to look threatening but all she was able to achieve was looking frustrated with a hint of cute. Zoey didn't know how to be mad at Jane when she knew that it was the truth. The Hufflepuffs were engaged in a staring contest, Zoey out of frustration and Jane out of amusement.
"Take. That. Back," Zoey said, succeeding in using a childish tone.
"Why. Should. I?" Jane played along.
"I'm not needy!"
"I didn't say you are!" Jane was laughing now; she covered her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned back into the couch. Her laughter lasted for a few more seconds before she regained composure and looked back at Zoey. The Emeraude inflated her cheeks and blew air in Jane's face. "Ever heard of breath mints?" Jane swatted the air and Zoey swatted her.
"Zoey," Jane said after calming down once more, "Just write to him. It doesn't show that you're needy. It shows that you miss him and care about him and you want to know how his life outside of Hogwarts is."
Zoey bit her lip and looked to the fireplace. Jane was right. Her heart had this dull ache. She needed to find out what Fred and George has been doing since they left. The Emeraude knew that their business has been going well but what about them? Are they all right? Have they been eating well? Do they have scrapes and bruises yet?
"I need to go out for a while," Zoey stood up from her seat on the couch and sent a smile towards Jane before turning around and heading out the Common Room to go to the Owlery. She needed to contact Fred.
Zoey was out of breath the moment she reached the top step of the Owlery. The fifth years' last day of OWLS was tomorrow and she did not want to disturb anyone studying with her running so she tried to get out of their way faster than humanly possible. Also, she knew for a fact that majority of them were currently taking their Astronomy exam and she would hate to be spotted by someone who was playing around and spying on the ground below rather than the sky above.
The Owlery's door opened with a slight creak and several owls hooted with question. Zoey peaked in and saw dozens of big yellow eye looking her way, unblinking. The sight sent shivers up her spine but the girl knew that they would not harm her. She fully entered the tower, clutching her letter in hand, and took a look around. Zoey then gave a low whistle.
Majority of the owls shifted in their place, stretching their wings to create a ruffling noise, but only one owl flew from its post to land on Zoey's outstretched arm. The Owl hooted happily and nibbled on a stray strand of Zoey's hair affectionately. Zoey laughed softly and walked towards a window ledge, letting the owl hop of her arm, land on the ledge and stick out its leg dutifully.
"Hiya, Eos," Zoey greeted softly, showing Eos her letter, "What do you say about a somewhat long journey to Fred?"
Eos hooted and further stuck out her leg, showing her excitement.
"Thought so. Here you go," Zoey tied the letter around Eos's leg and the owl flew. "Get his reply as quickly as possible, alright?"
Eos made an offended hoot.
"I know you know what to do, just reminding you is all," Zoey pouted.
There was another hoot.
"Don't get cheeky with me, Eos!" The Emeraude laughed. Eos made another hoot, flew around Zoey's head, tugging at her hair before flying out the window with great speed. Zoey stood at the tips of her toes in order to watch Eos fly past the dark clouds and disappearing from sight.
Zoey sighed happily, knowing that Eos was going to do everything in her power to make sure Fred got her letter, and looked up at the starlit sky, counting the twinkling stars.
She lost count after twenty-seven and instead looked down at the ground. The Owlery wasn't as tall as the Astronomy Tower and its height didn't scare Zoey that much. She squinted her eyes and could have sworn that she could see Hagrid's hut in the distance, that and her favorite rock to sit on.
Her fingers drummed idly on the cold, hard surface as she began to hum softly to herself. It was way past her curfew (those who were taking the Astronomy test were excused) and she knew that if she were to be caught, she'd be in a whole lot of trouble. Zoey didn't pay mind to that though. She doubted that anyone would find her up in the Owlery seeing as people rarely sent out their letters at the dead of night.
A sudden BANG startled Zoey and caused her to stumble back with shock. Her eyes widened with surprise and her heart began to beat quickly before slowing back to its regular pace when Zoey took in deep breaths. She furrowed her brows in confusion and pushed herself from the ground to look back out the window. The following events happened so quickly that Zoey couldn't believe her eyes.
First she saw Hagrid angrily march out of his house, yelling at some man, and then, before she knew it, McGonagall was hit by four different stunning charms. She lit up with an eerie red glow from the impact before collapsing to the ground. Zoey's hands instantly reached up to her mouth and she began to slowly shake her head.
McGonagall was still alive, wasn't she?
"I… I have to go help her," Zoey whispered to herself, realizing that she could do something useful. She turned around and was just about to make her way out the door when she saw someone blocking her way.
"Well, well, well. What do we have hear?" it was Filch, "There's a student out of bed."
"Pro - Professor McGonagall is… is hurt," Zoey's voice quivered, "I need to help her."
"There would be no need for that, Miss Emeraude," an out of breath, girlish voice rang in the Tower and Zoey bit her lip at the sight of Umbridge.
The woman was breathing deeply and her hair was wind swept from her fast run to the top of the tower. Zoey could have sworn that Umbridge had some kind of radar on her, something to tell her when Zoey's doing something against the rules.
"But Professor!" Zoey squeaked out, "Professor McGonagall could be really hurt. Four Stunning spells to the chest… she isn't exactly young…"
"And what could a young witch like you do to help?" Umbridge tested her, her eyes bugging out of her sockets, "Filch, prepare the detention room."
"Detention?" Zoey gasped, following Filch's retreating figure with her eyes, "I just wanted to help!"
"They would not be needing the assistance of a brat like you, Miss Emeraude. They have brought Minerva to St. Mungo's," Umbridge told her.
Zoey swallowed hard and blinked back her tears. The tone Umbridge was using on her frightened her and mixed with the uneasy feeling of McGonagall was becoming overwhelming for her. She took a step back and tried to hide in the shadows.
"Now, Miss Emeraude, if you would just follow me –"
"No!" Zoey exclaimed, she had had enough, "I will not go to detention with you. I did nothing wrong!"
"You are outside your Common Room after curfew, Miss Emeraude," Umbridge took a step forward.
Zoey took another step back. "So? Loads of students go out after hours."
"You would not take that tone with my, young lady!" Umbridge scolded her, reaching out to grab hold of her arm.
Zoey placed her hands behind her back and began to inch her way towards the door, making Umbridge take her place. She was moving ever so stealthily that Umbridge had not realized that the two have switched places. Zoey was nearer to the door now.
"Why do you keep doing this?" Zoey couldn't help but ask, "You know what's going to happen to me after school. Why try and keep me away from my friends? I'm not going to see them anymore for all eternity."
"This has nothing to do with your Aunt's plans for your future, Miss Emeraude," Umbridge spoke, "As I said before, naughty children need to be punished."
"Well horrid teachers like you need to be sacked," Zoey said quickly, surprised with her words, before dashing out of the tower, slamming the door on her way out. She was halfway down the flight of stairs when she heard Umbridge's angered screech.
Zoey let out a laugh.
It was so unlike her to act this way but all of a sudden she felt… free.
The Emeraude jumped down the last few steps and landed on her hands and knees but she didn't care. At the moment she felt invincible. Was this what Fred, George and Bridgit felt after every prank they pulled? Was it this enlightening?
Zoey didn't know.
All she knew was that it was one of the greatest feelings she ever felt in her entire life.
"You look like the walking dead," Jane said bluntly as she walked side by side with Zoey. The two had just finished their breakfast; all that was left was to tour around the school while the other year levels were out doing their business.
"I… I can't help it," Zoey said, stifling a yawn, "I haven't slept till five in the morning."
"I thought you wake up at five?"
"Exactly," Zoey yawned loudly this time, covering her mouth and closing her eyes a bit. When she opened them, she had slight tears on her water line. She wiped them away.
The reason for Zoey's jumbled up sleeping schedule was that she was too busy worrying about the current state of her Transfiguration teacher that she had forgotten about sleep. She, the person who had waited for the time to crash on her bed and pass out, had not gotten any shuteye at all.
Zoey stopped her walking in order to create another large yawn and stumbled on her feet. She was sleep deprived and very dizzy. She didn't know if she could go on any longer. Jane looked worriedly at her friend but Zoey merely gave her a reassuring smile before placing her hand on the doors of the Great Hall.
The fifth years were finishing up their OWL exams.
"Why don't you go one without me, Jane?" Zoey then said, leaning against the wall and slumping to the floor, "Meet up with Aiden and all…"
"I don't think I can do that, Zoey. You look like you're just going to pass out right now," Jane giggled at the sight of Zoey's lolling head. "If you wanted to sleep you should have stayed back in the Common Room."
Zoey didn't reply anymore. She was out cold. Jane shook her head at her friend. It was so like her to sleep in the most public of places. Zoey was truly a child at times. The pureblood crouched near her friend and pushed her bangs away from her face. Zoey was slightly snoring. The kind of snore one would make when he or she was truly tired.
"Honesty, you couldn't have waited to go to the field to sleep under a tree or something, could you?" Jane whispered leaning her head back to look at the ceiling.
There was no reply. Just tired snoring.
Jane laughed and stood up from her position, stretching. She wondered vaguely if she could quickly leave Zoey where she was and tell Aiden that she would not be able to spend the day with him as planned until she got Zoey to a proper place to snooze.
"Was Zoey drugged?"
Jane nearly screamed out of surprise as she spun around to see Aiden peering over her shoulder, raising a curious eyebrow at Zoey's sleeping figure. He then looked over to Jane and sent her a wink.
"Just sleep deprived," Jane told him in a hushed tone, "Was up all night worrying about McGonagall."
Aiden's face turned solemn. "You heard about that, huh?"
"I think the whole bloody school had heard about it," Jane furrowed her brows, "Can't believe people would do such a thing."
"Well, believe it. Seeing as Umbridge is running this joint now," Aiden sighed, looking back at Zoey, "Is it okay to leave her here?"
"We're still here aren't we? We didn't exactly leave her," Jane stuck out her tongue at her boyfriend.
"I meant leave her on the floor. It's not a really comfortable place to be sleeping on," Aiden rolled his eyes at Jane's childish act and bumped her shoulder with his in a sort of game.
Jane tilted her head at him and then at Zoey. "Wish Fred was still here. He would have done something about it," she then said.
"You mean you aren't going to help her?" Aiden raised his brow.
"Do you think I can carry her?" Jane gave him a look, "She's light but I'm weak."
"I could always carry her. But you need to bring her to your dorm…" Aiden trailed off, seeing something unwanted in a distance.
It was Umbridge in all of her pink clad glory. Her heels clicked and clacked against the floor and her pencil skirt swayed with every step. It would have looked mesmerizing with any other woman but seeing as it was the toad queen, it was just sickening. Jane must have noticed Aiden's facial expression for she turned around and made a sound of discomfort.
"Well, Miss Chatsworth, Mister Durham, what are you two doing outside the testing room of the fifth years?" Umbridge asked once she got close enough to them. She purposely did not mention Zoey's sleeping state. "I do hope you aren't sending them answers to the tests."
"Why, professor, you must now that that is impossible to do," Jane said, "And we were merely reminiscing. This is, after all, our final year in Hogwarts."
"You don't say…" Umbridge then looked at Zoey, "What is Miss Emeraude doing, may I ask?"
"Sleeping," Came Aiden's reply. He did not care about Umbridge being the new Headmistress. He finished his NEWTS and if he had the choice, he would have just ran out of Hogwarts like the twins and rejoiced. Umbridge meant nothing to him.
Umbridge's mouth twitched slightly from the reply and she giggled to hide her slight surprise from Aiden's comment. She then took a side step towards Zoey.
"But this is not the proper place to be sleeping in," Umbridge then said, "Would you please wake her up, Miss Chatsworth?"
"I think it's a rather comfortable place to be taking a nap, Professor, and it would be very rude of me to interrupt her dreaming," Jane sniffed, hooking her arm with Aiden.
Umbridge had her entire mind sent on the intention of sending Jane and Aiden to detention but she was interrupted by the incoherent mumblings coming from Zoey. The Emeraude was stirring in her position and brought her hand up to her eyes to wipe away the sleep. She had no idea how long she had been asleep for but she did know that it wasn't enough to satisfy her.
Zoey rolled her neck to get the stiffness out.
"Well, glad to see that you could finally join us, Miss Emeraude," Umbridge said with all her venom filled sweetness in her voice. Zoey's eyes widened and she quickly shot up from her place from the floor.
"Professor!" Zoey said, sending a look towards Jane and Aiden, "Fancy seeing you here."
"Don't give me that, Miss Emeraude, you know full well that you're in deep trouble," Umbridge said, her mouth twitching.
"Zoey? In trouble? Have you gone mad?" Jane snorted into her hand and received a nudge from Aiden.
"I… I…" Zoey couldn't find the words to say. She had not meant to run away, it just happened. It was reflex. Spontaneous action for her.
"I am very sorry for my actions, Professor Umbridge, and I will accept whatever punishment you will give me for I've seen the wrong in my actions," Umbridge continued from Zoey's panicked blabbering. "So, Miss Emeraude, shall we head to my office?"
Zoey took a couple deep breaths, her face contorted to a sort of determined look. This was going to be her last few moments in Hogwarts and in the outside world and she hoped to spend each and every waking moment of it wisely. She wanted to hang out more with her friends (which she was able to do through studying and meeting each other in the halls) and she planned to spend more time with Fred.
The latter obviously didn't work out for her.
She bit her lip and felt an odd sensation at the pit of her stomach. It was the same feeling she got last night when she ran away from Umbridge. It was the feeling of adrenaline. The freeing feeling she got when she did something Bridgit and the twins would do.
It scared her to realize that she was going to do something completely out of character once more but it was also satisfying.
Years she's been a shy shell…. Now, she got the chance to break loose if just for a few minutes.
"Miss Emeraude," Umbridge said, seeing that Zoey had yet to react, "My office… NOW."
"Like hell I would listen to you," Zoey spoke, shocking everyone within hearing distance.
The Emeraude quickly pivoted, sent a shocked Jane and Aiden a grin, and once again ran away from Umbridge. Zoey had had a lot of experienced in the act of running so turning corners, dodging suits of armor and statues had become an easy task for her.
Though she had just told Umbridge that she would not be going to her office for detention, Zoey did end up running towards the direction of the toad queen's office.
Zoey opened the door with a great heave and made a quick scan of the pink room before her eyes landed at the fireplace. She grinned, her adrenaline still rushing through her veins, and got a handful of floo powder.
She realized that she should have done this long ago.
Simply break free from her shy demeanor and do something wild… crazy.
Sure, she would end up returning to her original state but did she give a damn? No! Zoey realized that she had spent most of her life hiding when she should have spent it living.
Zoey stepped into the fireplace, took a quick scan of the room once more, said a silent prayer and threw the floopowder to the floor.
"12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!" she exclaimed and disappeared through the flames.
I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW
It's been MONTH since I last updated and believe me when I say that it has been KILLING ME INSIDE to know the fact that you are all waiting for the next update.
I apologize for my absence
It's just that Highschool is busier than what I expected it to be.
Homework and projects given every waking day and not enough time to actually procrastinate.
IT'S TIME EATING AND STRESS GIVING.
If you taken notice to my A/N in majority of the past chapters you would see that I would mention procrastination on my Homework just to update.
I CAN'T DO THAT ANYMORE.
There is no FREAKING time to PROCRASTINATE.
If I do, I DIE.
ANYWAY, I would also like to inform you that even though I've been busy doing my Homework, Crossroads was always on my mind.
I NEVER STOPPED THINKING ABOUT IT.
I was always concerned that you lot would lose patience and stop reading.
Really, I have you guys to thank for this story being as successful as it is now.
Moving on, I have a Twitter account with the same name and if you want, you can check it out and see what nonsense things I do in my everyday life.
Nonsense things being my Homework and such.
You can see how stressful things can get and see if I am working on Crossroads or not.
I TRULY want to go back to the days where I could update everyday.
A little FYI to you all. This is the second time I'm typing out my Author's note. The first one was accidentally deleted and there was no way in getting all that I've written down back. (MOOD: PISSED)
Going on to something more important.
Have any of you watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2?
I have.
TWICE
And I cried like a baby both times.
I swear.
My friend understood why but my family didn't.
I'm the only wizard in my family.
So heartbreaking so beautiful.
Guess which part I cried the most at? ;)
ANYWHO!
I just want to say, thank you for all your reviews, favorites and alerts. They are all very much appreciated.
I wish I could return the favor and update more often but until my school lightens up on requirements, I don't see that happening.
I WANT TO WRITE MORE SO BAD.
Well, it's getting late and I must sleep now since I have another busy day ahead of me.
IT JUST DOESN'T STOP.
I KNOW I had more to say. MORE apologies to give but I'm simply too tired to go on. I'm writing this at night but I'm sure I'll upload this chapter tomorrow morning or afternoon.
MAYBE if you're lucky I am uploading it right after this author's note.
You never know.
So, I hope you all understand that I simply can't update as much as I used to. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter even though it was shorter than the last (A fact that I'm slightly ashamed of. I wanted to great you all with a VERY long chapter but it just isn't possible right now)
OH
And in this chapter you saw Zoey act slightly out of character but I must say this.
GIVE HER SOME CREDIT
She NEVER acted like that before. It was about time she did. Even for a little bit.
It just shows that even though Zoey's going to be taken away, she knows how to fight. She's learning how to live her life and get what she wants now.
She wanted to escape Umbridge.
She escaped Umbridge.
That's my little message for you all :]
Well, I guess that is all. I have nothing more to say except
I hope you enjoyed the chapter
Please tell me what you thought
Excuse my typos and the like (I really wanted to show you guys the new chapter and did not have time to beta. Like I said, I don't have time to do such things anymore D: )
Don't forget to review and the like
Stay tuned for the next chapter
And
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PS! I want to thank ZoomSkater14 and HayleyParadox for the huge amount of help :D
