Not Again//Harry Potter [2]

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Autumn felt a chill as she awoke from her slumber. Nothing had happened, but Autumn assumed that was why she had a chill. After going to Hogwarts, nothing at the orphanage was exciting anymore. 

Sure, she loved talking to Cayden, but it wasn't adventurous.  Not to mention, Cassandra didn't talk to her anymore. She wasn't mean or cruel, just silent around Autumn. 

A pecking at the window scared her out of her thoughts. A grey owl sat outside on the windowsill, staring at her with his dark blue eyes. She opened the window and grabbed the letter from its beak. She smiled at the owl, wondering who the letter was from, since her friends from school didn't write to her all summer.

Dear Autumn,

I hope that your summer was fantastic at the orphanage. You haven't responded to my letters yet; maybe the owl isn't finding you properly. School work has been all I've been doing this summer, and my family and I are going to London next Wednesday for my Hogwarts things. I asked Harry and Ron if they wanted to meet me there; can you come also?

Please inform me when you can.

Love from Hermione

Autumn pondered over one of the sentences -- she hasn't responded to any letters? She hasn't gotten any letters to respond to. Autumn explained this to Hermione in her letter, also telling Hermione that she would be at Diagon Alley on Wednesday. She gave the letter to the owl and watched as it flew away. 

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Autumn heard a pecking at her window again, and she ran upstairs to see another owl holding a letter; this time the owl was a light brown.

Second-year students will require:

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"Who's Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Autumn nearly jumped out of her bed. She turned to see Vanessa behind her. "Vanessa!" she exclaimed.

"Well, duh." Vanessa stated plainly. Then she noticed the owl. "Oh, God. Why is that staring at me?"

Autumn rolled her eyes. "Maybe because you're talking? Also, the owl is a he, not a 'that'."

Vanessa scoffed as she stared at the owl. "Stupid owl doesn't know it's supposed to be asleep in the daytime. Stupid owl," she muttered as she walked away.

Autumn waited until Vanessa was out of sight then pulled out the journal Hagrid gave her stared at the book. The entire summer, Autumn would stare at the book; debating if she would read it or not. Autumn knew the outside of the journal by heart now. She'd stay up for hours, debating if she'd read the book or not. One day, she stayed up all night just staring at the book. That day would be the day for her to read it; just not that moment.

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Throughout the day, Autumn watched the sun rise and set. It was an art, watching the shadows move; just like watching paint dry. But unlike watching paint dry, it was interesting. Autumn felt as if she knew more about the world now -- not in the way she had originally thought, but still; knowledge is knowledge. 

Eventually, it was time for bed for everyone. Autumn found the best way to use her tale at Hogwarts; by telling it as a bedtime story. She would describe a few days or a week at Hogwarts, describing it like a book, and telling the little girls the tale of how Autumn and her friends defeated Professor Quirrell. Except, she used different names, and said she made it up.

"And so, the four children, bravely made a plan to defeat Professor Snapple. The black headed boy, Harold, grabbed his cloak of invisibility and threw it over everyone, as they went to the third floor to meet the three headed dog again."

"Can we have more?" Jesse asked.

"Please?" Cayden asked.

"Tomorrow." Autumn said. "The story's almost done. Or at least, this part is."

"You mean there's more to the story?"

"I think I can think of something in my writing class," Autumn said smirking.

She told everyone was that this was the book she worked on all school year. 

Soon after she finished the story, she left the little kids to go to bed and Autumn was asleep in her bed.