Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

18- OWL Scores and Diagon Alley

Chapter Inspiration:

- Eyes Open ~ Taylor Swift

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

For two months I haven't heard anything from Aslan. He said I would go to Narnia soon, but apparently He doesn't know the definition of "soon." I was in the living room of the Weasleys' house, the Burrow. It's kind of become a tradition.

Every August we all, Hermione, Eva, Harry, and I, stay with them until the new term starts. I still couldn't wrap my head around the idea of being a Sixth Year. Next year I'll be graduating Hogwarts, I thought bitterly.

I was sat on the couch reading while my twelve year old sister scrunched up her eyebrows in concentration. "What are you doing?" I chuckled softly. She looked up from her book and threw it on the table, sitting back.

"I was trying to get a head start on this year's Charms." She explained holding up her textbook. "Ev, you're already extremely advanced. I don't know anyone whose ever been able to conjure a Patronus as a First Year." I praised.

She beamed at me and went upstairs to our shared bedroom. Since Fred and George had moved into a flat above their new joke shop, there were now two rooms for guests. Eva and I shared one while Hermione got her own. Harry had to share with Ron, who was on the top floor.

When was that guy going to get here anyway? I watched as Ginny passed by me and into the kitchen. We shared a smile and continued our business. Our friendship was a lot better since last year. I smiled at the thought of beating up that stupid Ravenclaw. He was supposed to be the smart one.

Ginny walked back through the room and stood on the end of the staircase. "Mum!" I could hear Mrs. Weasley run to the railing of a staircase on one of the floors above us. "What is it, Ginny? Is it your father? Has something happened at the Ministry? Has he been kidnapped? Is it the Death Eaters?"

She was becoming extremely paranoid, not that I blame her. With times like these, paranoia is the best way to keep going. "Exactly. How’d you guess? I’m joking, Mum." Ginny answered sarcastically. I snickered quietly behind my book.

"You’re worse than Fred and George." Mrs. Weasley sighed, exasperated. "Now you’re joking. I was only wondering when Harry got here." I frowned and sat up. Harry? He wasn't here yet. "Harry who?" Ginny was obviously starting to get annoyed, the sarcasm was becoming extremely blatant. "Harry Dimpleton. Harry Potter, of course."

"I think I’d know if Harry Potter was in my house, wouldn’t I?" Ginny pointed to the kitchen, which her mum obviously couldn't see. "Well his trunk’s in the kitchen. And his owl." "I seriously doubt that." Suddenly, owl screeches could be heard from the kitchen. Not that I didn't believe Ginny, but I was seriously confused. Where could he be? A door from upstairs opened and closed. "Harry? Did someone say Harry?" Ron called.
 
"Me, nosy. Is he up there with you?" Ginny retorted. "'Course not. Think I’d know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn’t I?" Another door opened from upstairs, most likely Hermione. "Was that an owl I heard?" she called. "Harry’s. Haven’t seen him, have you? Apparently, he’s wandering about the house."

"Really?" she asked. "Really." A familiar voice, definitely not Ginny's, answered. Ginny spun around while I dropped my book on the couch and walked in. Harry stood there slightly wet. Before Ginny could hug him, I pulled her back and drew my wand to his throat.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Eva all protested, but Mrs. Weasley shushed them and watched me. I kept eye contact with him as I asked, "What did Harry tell me to do in the Chamber of Secrets before he battled the basilisk?"