"Come on Ron, it'll be alright. I have a good feeling about this." I say, giving him a little wink and dragging him with me to an empty compartment toward the back of the train. Little did we know that the boy we would befriend that day would lead u...
The morning after our Forbidden Forest adventure, Harry told me about how the Invisibility Cloak was just laying in his bed waiting for him with a note. When he showed me the note, all it read was,
Just In Case
The writing looked familiar. "Hey Harry, do you still have the note that came with the cloak the first time by chance?" I asked him, not looking away from the note.
"Yeah, I think so... Why?"
"Can you go and get it, please?" He didn't say anything as he went back up to his dorm room to grab the note. When he came back down a few minutes later, I put the two notes side by side on the table. "Look, it's from the same person!" I told them, smiling. "Now if only we knew who that was..."
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"Thank Godric that is finally over!" I cheered, circling around Hermione, Harry, and Ron. It seemed that all the studying we had been doing paid off because our exams felt quite easy. The only downside was that the classrooms we had to take our exams in were way too hot due to the summer months. Something I found interesting was that for each written exam, we were told to exchange our quills with one the school provided that had an Anti-Cheating charm on it. We didn't only have written exams, though. Each class, other than History of Magic, came with a practical exam as well. Professor Flitwick would call us in one at a time to see if we could make a pineapple tapdance on his desk, and when he first told me, I looked at him like he was crazy. Professor McGonagall had us turning a mouse into a snuffbox- and she would reward bonus points on how it looked. Snape was in an entirely different realm of teaching. He stood over our shoulders to make us nervous and would question us each step of the way to throw us off. Finally, at one point I had to start just ignoring him and continued on with making the required potion- the Cure For Boils we first learned.
Harry was struggling, to put it simply. His scar continued to burn each day and Neville told me how he wasn't sleeping much anymore which turned out to be due to his old nightmares resurfacing but this time with blood. Honestly, I wasn't sleeping well either, and couldn't seem to get the image of the figure drinking the blood straight from the dead unicorn out of my head. It started to get into my dreams as well, but I made sure not to mention it to anyone. Hermione and Ron on the other hand didn't seem to be nearly as worried as Harry and me. Yes, the idea of Voldemort returning scared them, but he wasn't in their dreams each night and he wasn't a demon in any of our pasts. Only Harry's.
The last class we had an exam for was History of Magic. It was an hour-long session of us answering questions on the goblin rebellion, who invented the self-stirring pot, any other useless facts, on a paper. After we finished with our exams, we would have no class for the entire week, and then we would be heading home. It made me a little sad to be leaving people I came to care so much about but I missed my family at home.
"Everyone always says the end-of-year exams are dreadful but I found them quite enjoyable. They were far easier than I thought it would be," Hermione agreed with me, while Ron scoffed and muttered, "Speak for yourselves." But Hermione didn't pay him any attention. "I didn't even need to learn about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager." We talked about our summers all the way down to the Black Lake where we sat by a tree and watched as Fred and George, along with their friend Lee Jordan, tickled the tentacles of the giant squid.
