"I can't believe fourth years over"The three of us stood in the courtyard, our trunks by our side. We looked up at the ancient walls of the school
"I think next years going to be different" I sighed "And not in a good way"
"It's always different"
"Yeah but now that the Voldemort's return has been revealed - it's all going to go downhill"
"Who do you think we'll have for Defence Against the Dark Arts next year?" Luna asked
"I'm not sure" I frown "Someone who's wanted the spot shall receive whilst another takes their place"
"What?"
"Huh?" I question as if I'd been snapped it of my thoughts
"Are you okay?" Ginny questions
"I'm fine" I shrug. The two girls glance at each other which make me feel odd inside
"Why do you two keep looking at me like that?"
"It's just that you said something" They murmured. As I go to open my mouth, they look behind me "Oh look here comes my brother"
I furrow my eyebrows as they change the subject. Both look as if they were slightly weirded out. I couldn't remember what I had said but it seemed to have been something which caught both off guard. Suddenly I feel a hand wrap around my waist and a kiss pressed to my temple
"You okay?" Harry asks, studying my face. I shake my head and shrug
"Yeah"
He takes my hand in his as we grab our luggage before heading down to the carriages. The others follow us as we walk side by side
"You seem stressed or very in thought" He whispered, squeezing my hand
"It's just that the girls looked at me as if I had said something bad or confusing, however when I asked them they just changed the subject"
"What did you say?"
"I can't remember" I sigh, leaning against his side "Why must life get so confusing?"
"I've been asking myself that ever since I found out I was a wizard" He chuckled
"What was it like finding out?"
"Well pretty shocking since Hagrid knocked down the door, then towered over eleven year old me announcing the news"
"I would've thought he was on something to be honest" I laugh
"Trust me it was very odd but I believed it when he put a pigs tail on my cousin"
"He did not" I gasped
"Yeah Dudley took my birthday cake Hagrid gave me"
"Imagine though" I begin "Next July you'll be of age and can do magic"
"That seems ages away"
"And I only have to wait three months after that"
"I swear that's so unfair" He sighs "I only get to be of age for just over twelve weeks then you join me as well"
"Reminds me of our first proper conversation in the astronomy tower...remember?"
"That was what, almost three years ago?"
"I feel old" I groan
"Hey if your old then so am I - remember we're the same age"
"Oh yeah your an old man" I joke "Getting wrinkles already"
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
Fanfiction[BEING GRADUALLY REWRITTEN INTO THIRD PERSON] "The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance" - Aristotle What if this inward significance was being able to create a piece moments before it happen...