The Accident (A Harry Potter Love Triangle)

Chapter Two

Last night's dream shook me up a bit. I don't know why, when flying seemed innocent enough. Maybe it was the fact that no matter how hard I fought, they still got me. These are thoughts for another day. Right now, I need to think about packing. The Granger's are picking me up at noon, and it's already eleven fifteen! I search and search my room for the rest of my things.

"Harry? Harry have you seen my cauldron?" I call down the hall.

"Yes, its right..." he sticks his head out his door and chucks it at me. I don't catch it. "...there."

"Eff you," I snarl at him. Jeeze, no need to be mean about it, all he had to do was give me my cauldron! But that's how he is. Just 'cause he's Harry-flipping-Potter and has that stupid scar doesn't mean he gets to do whatever he wants, for Christ's sake! I bet if I was the older one and I had the scar things would be different. Just then, I hear a knock at the door. "Shit..." I mutter to myself. That'll be the Granger's. I glance at my clock. Eleven fifty-five. Yup, definitely them. I pick up my cauldron and shove it in my trunk. It's packed full of the books and robes I got at Diagon Alley when Hagrid took us last week. Man, the Dursley's weren't happy to see him again!

"Well, hello there, Mr. Dursley. I'm here to pick up Heather and Harry to get their school things." Uncle Vernon looked frightened.

"Y-yes. I'll get them now..."  He turns around to find me and Harry standing behind him. "Go on, go on," he says, shooing us out of the house.

That was a fun day, which was nice because I don't have very many of those in the summer, being at the Dursley's and all. That is, it was until Harry and Neville, who happens to be my boyfriend, got into a fight with Draco Malfoy.

"Oi! Potter, Longbottom!" They turn around to find Malfoy, his greasy white-blond hair shining in the sun, hands in his pockets with a smirk on his face. " By 'Potter' , I don't think he's addressing me, just Harry. But I turn my head too and listen. "How's the parents? Doing alright? Living a goo-" He stops when three wands are pulled out on him: mine, Harry's and Neville's. "Your girlfriend better watch it, Longbottom, you wouldn't want... something... to happen to her, now would you?" He winks at me and the boys utter a growl deep in their throats. But they put away their wands. "I seem to have struck a nerve..." My wand still pointed at him, I mutter, trembling, "Stupify." Then, as he hits the ground, I take off running down the Alley.

I was scared, Malfoy's never threatened ME before, only Harry. Neville was so angry he was shaking. He never gets mad like that. My sweet Neville, filled with rage. How I long to see him again. I haven't gotten to really spend time with him since last school year. He invited me over his grandmum's for dinner in July, but the Dursley's wouldn't let me go. I stayed in my room and cried for days. Maybe it was a little dramatic, but I love him. I really do. And Harry approves...

"Mrs. Dursley! How nice to see you!" Mrs. Granger's voice floats up the stairs. I walk out of my room to the top of the stairs. I see Bethany, Hermione, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

"Is Harry up there?" Hermione asks. I nod. She dashes up the stairs, shoving past me. Upon seeing me, Bethany runs up the stairs after Hermione. Even though she's only going to be a third year and me a fifth, we're closer than me and Hermione, her sister, will ever be. Maybe because we're both Hufflepuffs.

"So, what's up, sweet little thing?" I ask jokingly.

"Not much. How's you and Neville?"

"Oh, I miss him something terrible!" I burst into sobs, and she leads me, by the elbow, to my room. She sits down on my bed and pats the spot next to her.

"Tell Aunty Beth all about it," she says sweetly.

"Well, I was g-going to g-go over his house in J-july, but U-uncle Vernon said no, that I don't deserve to go over his house be-because I'm a baaaadd girl. SO I-i-i stayed in my room for almost a week and didn't eat or s-sleep at all. I lost a ton of weight..." I pull up my shirt to show her how skinny i am. "A little dr-dramatic, I know, but I love him... So. Much! And I'm worried t-that he's found someone else b-because he's stopped replying to my letters! I ha-haven't gotten one in weeks! Wha-what if she's prettier than m-me? I bet sh-she's older too!" I curl up on my bed and sob harder.

"Okay, first of all, he still loves you. Second, there is no older, prettier girl. I've seen they way he looks at you, you're the onlt girl he sees. Thirdly, in three days, it'll be time to go back and you'll see him again. So calm your skinny ass down!" I do calm down, sniffling into silence. She rubs my back. "Good girl."

"Harry! Hermione! Bethany! Heather!" It's Mr. Granger calling us downstairs so we can leave. Beth helps me with my trunk and owl cage, and we follow Harry and Hermione down the stairs.

"Ready to go? asks Mrs. Granger. Me and Harry answer 'yes' at the same time. i giggle. Harry looks annoyed.

"Lighten up, Harry," Hermione says.

"So you'll be leaving now?" Uncle Vernon asks in rude eagerness.

"Yes, I believe we are, " Mrs. Granger answers somewhat uncomfortably. "Let's go..." We walk out the front door, Harry and I dragging our trunks behind us. Hermione follows, carrying Hegwig's cage, then Bethany, carrying Estelle, my owl's, cage. Estelle looks just like Hedwig, but much smaller. We toss our luggage in the trunk of the car and we pile into the backseat. It's a tight squeeze, the four of us in a three-person backseat. We drive away from mine and Harry's summer prison. And I hope I'll never be back.

Ever.