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PART TWO
Sixth Year——————————————————————
" y/n's point of view "
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FRED, LEWIS AND I were making our way to charms when Adrian Pucey came running up to us.
"Hey Weasley, look at this." He smirked. "Your dad's in the paper." Adrian then shoved the copy of The Daily Prophet into Fred's hands.
FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
It seems as though the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.""They couldn't even get his name right!" Pucey laughed.
"Shove off Pussy—I mean Pucey—" I sneered.
Pucey, now angry, stormed off down the hall into our Charms classroom.
"Bloody git." Lewis muttered before we too entered the Charms class.
"The audacity of that boy sometimes." I growled. "I swear if he had said another word I wouldn't have hesitated to hex his arse."
Fred grinned and pulled me into a side hug.
"Good afternoon Mr Weasley, Mr Harper and Miss Black." Professor Flitwick squeaked as we sat at our desks. "G'Afternoon Mr Towler. Hello Miss Johnson."
As more and more students joined the class, Professor Flitwick began to explain how we're revising charms we did in Fourth and Fifth year, like the Cheering charm, the silencing charm and the Summoning charm.
"Maybe Weasley could use the summoning charm to get his family more money." Pucey laughed with some of his Slytherin friends.
"Can you please use the silencing charm on yourself so we don't have to listen to your annoying voice?" Lewis hissed.
"Sticking up for your boyfriend, Harper?" laughed Pucey. "Oh right, that's what Lee Jordan does." I clenched my knuckles and tried to stay calm. "The only person who would ever date Weasel over there is the daughter of a murderer. Doesn't that suck?"
"SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH PUCEY!" I shouted, pulling out my wand and pointing it towards the boy.
"MISS BLACK! GO TO PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY. MR PUCEY, GO TO PROFESSOR SNAPE. NOW!" Flitwick did not seem happy at all. "And 10 points from both Gryffindor and Slytherin." I stood up, grabbed my satchel and slowly walked up to Professor McGonagall's office.
"Y/N? Shouldn't you be in class?" McGonagall asked when I entered her office.
"I was in charms, but Adrian Pucey wouldn't shut his trap and was bad mouthing Lee Jordan, myself, my father and the Weasleys. So I got angry, shouted and pulled out my wand." I explained in a huff. "Professor Flitwick took 10 points from Gryffindor too."
"Y/N." Professor McGonagall did not seem too angry. "It's great you're sticking up for your friends, but next time please control your temper." McGonagall then checked the clock on her office wall. "Now you best be off, go straight to Herbology, I don't want you to get kicked off the Quidditch Team before next year." I nodded and left the room.
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"HEY, Y/N! GUESS what!" Cedric ran up to me grinning as he entered the Greenhouses for our Herbology class. "I'm going to enter my name in the Tournament!"
"Really? That's great Ced!" I smiled. Another one of my friends wanting to join that tournament. I really don't have a good feeling about it.
"Y/N, Lee won't stop sulking!" George whined, pulling Lee into the classroom with great effort.
"What am I supposed to do about it?" I asked. "I'm not Oliver."
Lee's head shot up at the sound of his boyfriend's name.
"What about Oliver?" he asked.
"Nothing Lee. You'll probably see him at Christmas though." I said.
"But that's such a long way away!" Lee complained.
"Yeah but it'll be worth the wait." Cedric pointed out.
"True."
"Find your partners and put on your gloves, then I'll explain what we're doing this week in class." Professor Sprout said from the front of the Greenhouse.
I pulled on my gloves and sat next to Cedric.
"This years probably going to be the best by far." He grinned. "I mean, there's the Tournament, there was the Quidditch World Cup, I'm in your potions class this year and heaps of other stuff!"
"The twins really want to enter the tournament too." I sighed. "But they're sixteen."
"I guarantee they're going to get you to help them get in." Cedric laughed.
"mmm...I won't help them. Let them suffer." I snickered.
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SEPTEMBER FLEW BY and soon it was late October and tomorrow the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would be arriving.
"Come on, Love! Please!" Fred pouted with puppy dog eyes after I once again refused to help them with their ageing potion.
I had turned seventeen last week—the 25th of October— and the twins have been trying to convince me to put myself in the tournament. Of course there was no way I would want to, so they started asking me to help them make an ageing potion so they could enter instead.
"No way. I do not want you to die. There's probably a reason for the age limit." I sighed once again, closing my book and putting it in my bag.
"Y/N! We won't die." Fred informed me. "We're too amazing for that."
"How come you're letting Cedric enter but not us?" George asked.
"Because George, Cedric is of age—like me—so he doesn't need ageing potions or things to enter." I said dryly. "Besides, if one of you two manage to get in and something...bad happens, I would feel super guilty for helping you."
"Well...I guess we could try on our own?" Fred turned to George who nodded, then the two of them began to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"The library!" They called back, running out of the common room.
"Oh god, this can't end well." I quickly followed the twins out of the common room and to the library.
Again, sorry for the delay. Ily all.
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