You're losing me

This damn season

"I can't believe the Ministry has no idea who conjured the Dark Mark. Wasn't there any security or...."

"Hermione, I think what worries them so much is that it happened right under their nose. Like some kind of 'hey I'm right here, but you can't see me because you're to dumb' game." said Ron while eating a candy he had ordered from the trolley.

"What? I...."

Hermione was about to ask what the hell was Ron talking about when she resigned to say anything. Basically, he was right but it was just the way he said it that made Hermione speechless.

"I'm worried about Mattheo." I said knowing what Ron would answer

"I'm sure he was with his dad's friends all summer."

"Oh, Ron can you stop please! It's not the good time to joke about it! Y/N you said that you sent him letters all summer. He should be fine, don't worry" Hermione said that with a reassuring ton of voice that made me worried more about the situation.

"I said that I wrote him letters, not that he sent  me some" I replied as I was petting my cat, Olivia. "With what happened at the Quidditch game, this year will be worse than the others for him"

"Y/N, it's not your fault. You weren't the one who spelled the Dark Mark. Then you have nothing to be guilty for"

"I never said I was feeling guilty Hermione, I just feel bad for him and I'm scared that some people will be, you know, meaner than before"

As I was finishing my sentence, Harry touched his scar. It was not good. Not at all.

"Harry, your scar! Are you alright?" Asked Hermione, distraught.

To be completely honest, I also felt this feeling of fear that we all got when Harry's scar was hurting him. I was sure Ron felt it too.

"I'm okay, don't worry" replied Harry.

"To hear all of you, we shouldn't worry about anything!"

Ron tried to calm us. It didn't work. His joke were rarely funny, but what made us usually laugh was the way he told it, like he was completely sure that it was a great joke. But this time it was different. Everyone had a reason to be worried about. Hermione the attack, Harry his mark (and probably Sirius), and me Mattheo.

We heard the train slowed down and took our suitcases. As we walked out of the train, I saw Mattheo with Draco and all his friends (if we can call them friends. I was totally certain that none of them really wanted to create a friendship with anyone).

"Mattheo! Hey Mattheo!" I called him twice trying, the second time, to raise my voice. He didn't even turned around or looked at me. Maybe he didn't hear. Or maybe he did.

"What is doing with them?" I asked

"Since when do we really care about what Riddle is doing?" Replied Ron as he was standing right behind us

"By Merlin's beard, why are you so loud? You nearly screamed!"said Hermione while turning to face Ron.

"I care" I replied

"Yeah, I know Y/N I meant since do we care (he    insisted on the we and showed Harry, Hermione and him).

"Hahaha that's really funny, you know what, you should think about being a humorist" I replied sarcastically

"What is a "humorist"?"

"Oh yes, I forgot you don't have the culture of a Muggleborn, Weasley"

Harry and Hermione laughed and we walked to the carriage that would bring us to Hogwarts.

"Since when does she call me by my last name? (Ron was almost whispering and then spoke louder) I swear that if any of you three call me by my last name again I will...... Well I don't know yet but don't worry, I will find" He said it with a fake angry voice