Rebecca Weasley and the prisoner of Azkaban

Going home

Rebecca's pov

As the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station the next morning, Hermione gave us some surprising news.

“I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I’ve decided to drop Muggle Studies.” Hermione said.

“But you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent!” Ron said.

“I know.” Hermione said. “But I can’t stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. I’ve handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I’ll be able to have a normal schedule again.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell us about it.” Ron said grumpily. “We’re supposed to be your friends.”

“I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Hermione said severely. She looked around at Harry, who was watching Hogwarts disappear from view behind a mountain. Two whole months before he’d see it again…  Oh, cheer up, Harry!”

“I’m okay.” Harry said quickly. “Just thinking about the holidays.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about them too.” I said. “Harry, you’ve got to come and stay with us."

"Yeah, I’ll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I’ll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now.” Ron said.

“A telephone, Ron.” Hermione said. “Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year…”

Ron ignored her.

“It’s the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we’ll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work.” Ron said.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot about that." I said.

This proposal had the effect of cheering Harry up a great deal.

“Yeah… I bet the Dursleys’d be pleased to let me come… especially after what I did to Aunt Marge…” Harry said.

Harry joined us in several games of Exploding Snap, and when the witch with the tea cart arrived, he bought himself a very large lunch, though nothing with chocolate in it.

“Harry.” Hermione said suddenly, peering over his shoulder. “What’s that thing outside your window?”

Harry turned to look outside. Something very small and gray was bobbing in and out of sight beyond the glass. He stood up for a better look and saw that it was a tiny owl, carrying a letter that was much too big for it. The owl was so small, in fact, that it kept tumbling over in the air, buffeted this way and that in the train’s slipstream. Harry quickly pulled down the window, stretched out his arm, and caught it. It felt like a very fluffy Snitch. He brought it carefully
inside.

The owl dropped its letter onto Harry’s seat and began zooming around their compartment, apparently very pleased with itself for accomplishing its task. Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval. Crookshanks sat up in his seat, following the owl with his great yellow eyes. Ron, noticing this, snatched the owl safely out of harm’s way.  Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him.