Diverse - HARRY POTTER

Winston - 1

Year 1

14th – June – Friday

Exams went by as quickly as they came. Many hours of my young life spent in the library alongside Jessica attempting to teach me transfiguration along with history of magic.

I don't know how she managed to have all these notes on the history because I swear I hear nothing other than "blah, blah, vampire, goblin, boring, blah" come out of that professor's mouth. Anyway I think I may have scraped a pass in it.

Potions was easy, I flew through it. I have taken a fondness towards potions and professor Snape. The rest of my exams were pretty average I think.

Rumours soared through the school about Harry Potter and his companions facing the dark lord. I honestly can't remember the other two's names, Don and Harriett, something like that anyway. I just call them the annoying trio.

It's not like they did anything wrong directly towards me, but ever since the whole quidditch fiasco I just can't help but hold a grudge towards them.

Draco didn't care so much about hearing the dark Lords return to the school, he even tried pass it off as a rumour. I played it unbelievably cool, but on Merlin I'm surprised Crabbe hasn't eaten my legs, mistaking them for jelly.

I wanted so badly for it to be a rumour, but the amount of time they spent in the hospital makes it highly unlikely. Also Ed has been non-stop talking about it since it happened. I hate the stupid story! Get this, it was on one of my professor's head!

Honestly what was Dumbledore thinking when hiring him, do they not do interviews? Surely being as powerful as him, you'd know. Wait till my father hears about this.

The exams had put me down for the past 4 weeks, stressing me out. But I finally feel like I can breathe again. The only thing really powering through is the fact that I know for sure Slytherin are going to win the house cup. I'm crazy excited, for once I'll feel a tiny bit special in this school.

We are all now gathered in the great hall, chatting excitedly, at the end of year feast. Everything you could possibly imagine is here and honestly I couldn't imagine a better ending to a mediocre year.

"Slytherin are going to win the cup for sure! My father will be so proud." I say excitedly to the table.

"Of course we will, we haven't lost in years." Malfoy replies taking a huge bite of the chicken leg in his hand.

"I know I'm so excited for something to finally go our way this year." Pansy butts in.

"No thanks to you two." Draco indicates to Crabbe and Goyle, who sit stuffing their faces with more food than their mouth can hold.

Crabbe attempted to retaliate I'm guessing but all that came out was food. Gross really but hilarious all the same. Draco just started poking his sides, causing more food to overflow. Pansy didn't find it too funny, I think she was rather repulsed. As for Malfoy and I, it was like watching a terrible comedy, so bad you can't stop laughing.

Our little show got interrupted by Dumbledore himself to announce the house cup winner. I can't help but smile brightly and I can see Malfoy is the same.

"Another year has gone, but I bet you don't want to hear an old man's ramblings." He began chuckling to himself, "Now as I understand the house cup here needs awarding."

I leaned forward on my seat, thinking if I got closer to him the points would definitely be in our favour. He began reading out the points leaving everybody in anticipation.