Hogwarts Part 18

Will you get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams? Find out in this quiz. Starting in your third year, you will get the opportunity to become friends and more with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Last time you ended your fourth year at Hogwarts. You spent some time with Harry, Ron, and Neville in the last days of term, but you mostly just kept to yourself in an effort to stay away from the publicity. You finally boarded the Hogwarts Express, and Ron invited you to stay at the Burrow over the summer. You left off at your arrival at King's Cross Station.

Created by: music826
  1. Yet another announcement! As per the request of @Elephant revival, I will now be including the twins in the story. Their results will probably be together simply because it's less complicated that way, but I might have some separate scenes because they are actually two different people. ;)
  2. I couldn't remember ever having a better summer. Over the short time I had been at the Burrow, I had become like part of the Weasley family. I spent almost everyday outside with Arianna and the Weasley children, often playing a game of Quidditch. As it turned out, I was pretty decent at it too, even on one of the Weasley's ancient brooms. Tensions between Ron and I had dwindled down into an almost nonexistent stage, so I no longer had to worry about his jealousy complicating things. Fred and George were another matter all together. Since they had turned seventeen in April, they were taking every opportunity possible to use magic, whether it was necessary or not. All the same, it was by far the best time I had ever had. But as the saying went, all good things must come to an end.
  3. Mrs. Weasley visited Arianna, Ginny, and I one night, looking rather pale and worried. She greeted us with a wan smile. "I'm afraid we'll be leaving the Burrow tomorrow," she said solemnly. "What? Why?" Ginny demanded. "Well, we have business to attend to elsewhere and we can't very well leave you here unprotected. Particularly you, Cassandra," she said, seemingly trying to avoid details. "Does this have anything to do with You-Know-Who?" Ginny asked eagerly. Mrs. Weasley adopted a stern expression. "That's not anything for you to worry about, dear. We'll be leaving early tomorrow morning. Best pack your things," she said firmly, depositing a basket of clean laundry on Ginny's bed before bustling out of the small room. We didn't wait a moment before bursting into unanswerable questions. "Do you think they're organizing some kind of meeting against You-Know-Who?" Arianna asked, a tone of excitement entering her voice. "Might be. I suppose they've got to start doing something," I said with a clueless shrug, already starting to pile stray objects into my trunk. We spent most of the night pondering our reason for departure, but came up empty even when we talked to Ron and the twins. It seemed we were in for an adventure into the unknown.
  4. The next morning was the epitome of chaos. The sun hadn't even come up when everyone was ushered out of bed. There were quite a few collisions as people dashed around the house, clutching spare socks and various personal items. Fred and George's efforts at "helping" weren't too beneficial for avoiding injury either. I started dragging my trunk downstairs, having rounded up the last of my books. A moment later, I jumped and let out a small shriek as two loud cracks sounded on either side of me. Two grinning Weasleys had appeared on the landing. "Stop doing that!" I shouted, more out of surprise than anger. Fred grinned. "Let's help the lady with her luggage, shall we, George?" he suggested gallantly. "Right, Fred," George replied with a grin, readily whipping out his wand and levitating my trunk down the steps. Unfortunately, Ron came bounding up the steps at the same time and smacked straight into it with a sickening thump. I winced at the sight of the impact and glared at the twins. They shrugged simultaneously, their grins still firmly planted on their faces. I dashed down the stairs, seeing they weren't in any hurry to do anything. "Are you okay, Ron?" I asked sympathetically, helping him to his feet. "Someone ought to put leashes on those two," I said with a reproachful look at the twins. Ron laughed in agreement, but the twins just grinned in reply and Disapparated to who-knew-where.
  5. Just a few minutes later, everyone was assembled in the kitchen, ready to go...somewhere. "If we leave now, we'll make it before the sunrise," Mrs. Weasley said urgently. Mr. Weasley went through first as an example, and Mrs. Weasley soon ushered the rest of us along. It was soon my turn, and I hesitated once again. "What, scared?" Ron teased from behind. I sent him a superior look and boldly stepped toward the fireplace. "See you on the other side," I said with a mocking salute, disappearing into the green flames a moment later. I stopped spinning and stepped out of the fireplace, finding myself if a quaint living room. We waited with a small wizard who appeared to be a friend of the Weasleys. After everyone had arrived, we were immediately ushered outside. We were herded through a couple of streets and then came to a stop in between two houses. Mr. Weasley wordlessly passed around a slip of parchment with an address on it, which we had to memorize. To our astonishment, another house materialized between the two buildings, right where there had been no space a moment ago. As we gazed in slack-jawed amazement, Mr. Weasley stepped up, rang the bell, and entered the gloomy-looking residence.
  6. Just a few minutes later, everyone was assembled in the kitchen, ready to go...somewhere. "If we leave now, we'll make it before the sunrise," Mrs. Weasley said urgently. Mr. Weasley went through first as an example, and Mrs. Weasley soon ushered the rest of us along. It was soon my turn, and I hesitated once again. "What, scared?" Ron teased from behind. I sent him a superior look and boldly stepped toward the fireplace. "See you on the other side," I said with a mocking salute, disappearing into the green flames a moment later. I stopped spinning and stepped out of the fireplace, finding myself if a quaint living room. We waited with a small wizard who appeared to be a friend of the Weasleys. After everyone had arrived, we were immediately ushered outside. We were herded through a couple of streets and then came to a stop in between two houses. Mr. Weasley wordlessly passed around a slip of parchment with an address on it, which we had to memorize. To our astonishment, another house materialized between the two buildings, right where there had been no space a moment ago. As we gazed in slack-jawed amazement, Mr. Weasley stepped up, rang the bell, and entered the gloomy-looking residence.
  7. I was greeted with a high, shrill scream. I looked around, frantically trying to find the source of the commotion, and my gaze fell across a portrait of a woman screaming obscenities about blood traitors and Mudbloods. A gaunt-looking man came storming down the hallway, struggled to get the curtains closed around the painting, and then turned to face us after the screams were effectively muffled. "Welcome to Grimmauld Place," the man said with a grim smile.
  8. Ron had developed an inability to stay silent any longer. "Sirius!" he exclaimed loudly upon recognition of the man. "Sirius Black?" I asked confusedly. I hadn't gotten the chance to meet Harry's godfather previously. He gave me a tired smile. "Nice place, isn't it?" he asked in a voice heavily coated with sarcasm. "Ah, well, it'll do just fine," Mr. Weasley said, always the optimist. "The guest rooms are all around the house. I can't promise you there aren't a couple of Boggarts lurking around, though," he said, followed by a nervous trill of laughter from the group assembled at the door. The expressions quickly turned apprehensive at the realization that he wasn't joking, however. "I can tell I'm going to like it here," Ron said discreetly into my ear. Mr. Weasley picked up a trunk and started heading further into the house, beckoning for us to do the same. "All right, then. We'll just go put away our things then," he said bracingly, leading the way. Ginny, Arianna, and I found a rather large room on the main floor, while everyone else meandered upstairs. The day passed in a rather boring sequence of events. We received a very brief – and vague – explanation of what was going on at Grimmauld Place. Sirius' house had become the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, a configuration of wizards and witches that had banded together to fight against Voldemort. How they were resisting him, we didn't know, but it was enough to go off of for the moment. After a long day of cleaning and cooking, we turned into bed for the night.
  9. The next morning, I headed down to breakfast with Ginny and Arianna, running into Ron along the way. "They're having an Order meeting tonight," he said confidentially. "How do you know that?" I asked confusedly. Two redheads appeared over the railing overhead. They were each hanging long, flesh-colored tubes over the landing. "Extendable Ears. Now we can hear anything-," "-anytime," George finished. Obviously, they were delving into the realm of inventions Mrs. Weasley was likely to confiscate if she found them. We continued on to breakfast, Ron chattering excitedly about the upcoming meeting. I pushed open the door, and stopped dead in my tracks. I felt everyone craning to see around me as I blocked the entryway. Sitting at the table nursing a mug of coffee, was Oliver. Ron spotted him before I could try to cover the scene. He exploded into a rage. "What are you doing here?" he exploded, trying to get around me. Luckily, Ginny had the foresight to hold him back with Arianna's help. "Wood, I swear I'm gonna-," he started, but Ginny clamped a hand firmly over his mouth. She and Arianna both dragged him out of the kitchen, leaving me with Mrs. Weasley and Oliver. "Help yourself to some eggs, dear. I'll be back in a few minutes," she said, excusing herself from the room and leaving us alone. My throat clutched uncomfortably as I faced Oliver, completely confused as to what I was supposed to say.
  10. He covered it for me. "Look, I'm sorry, Cassandra. I shouldn't have come back. It wasn't right for me to play with your feelings like that, and you don't deserve the way I've been treating you," he started off guiltily, sending me a pleading look with his wide brown eyes. Somehow, I found my voice again. "Then why did you come back?" I asked in frustration. I had finally accepted that he was gone for good, and then he went and decided to return. Why couldn't my life be simple for once? "I can't just wait until the day you decide to go off on another adventure and end up getting killed this time," he said, almost as if he were blaming me. "You call what I went through an adventure? Do you really think I wanted to enter the Triwizard Tournament and see Cedric get killed? That I wanted to get tortured by Voldemort?" I asked, my voice rising with each word. He winced at my use of Voldemort's name, but hastily tried to amend his previous statement.
  11. "I didn't mean it like that, I just...I can't see you get killed. I hate thinking of you at Hogwarts with all of your "˜friends' practically lining up to ask you to Hogsmeade while I'm stuck at Puddlemere. But I could stand that. This is different," he said earnestly. I was quite shocked by his flood of emotion. He was usually prone to go off on rants about Quidditch, not a showcase of feeling. "That's why I left Puddlemere. If you don't want me around, I'll leave, but I can't just sit back when You-Know-Who's out there looking for you," he finished. "You left Puddlemere?" I asked weakly. He nodded with a sheepish look on his face. "But Quidditch is everything to you," I said, not for the first time. "You know better than that," he said seriously. I couldn't think of anything to counter that, so I just fidgeted uncomfortably in the silence.
  12. Fred and George burst into the room a moment later, and then stopped at the door. "We'll just leave you two lovebirds alone, then," George said, backing back out of the door. "No, wait! I have eggs!" I said, desperate for more company. They happily agreed to stay, but Oliver didn't appear too happy about it. The morning passed by agonizingly. People kept shooting me furtive glances, trying to see how I had reacted to Oliver's return. The Order meeting went by fast as well. We didn't learn anything new, except for who was in the Order. The following weeks passed by awkwardly for me. Ron was struggling to maintain a positive attitude around Oliver, preferring to stare into his soup sulkily. Hermione arrived one day, which was a relief to me. Days passed by with a thorough decontamination of the house, removing various creatures from rooms and trying not to get killed by dark magical objects. Unfortunately, we also got the news that Harry had been attacked by Dementors and was expelled from Hogwarts for using defensive magic. There was still some good news, though – Harry was on his way to Grimmauld Place.
  13. This was kind of a filler edition. I was terrible with fitting everyone in this time. Harry, Neville, and Draco were all missing, but I promise you'll see them soon. Well, that's the start of fifth year anyway! Yay, we're close to the halfway point as of now! Well, kind of. Anyway, my timeline of events is probably going to be a little off. You'd think after reading the series ten times I could remember this, but it's been a while since I last read it. If I end up rewriting this, I'll have to read it again. I talk too much, so I'll just shut up now. See you next time! Well, I won't actually see you, but you know, more like I'll post and then you can read and then- (You: music?) Yeah? (You: Shut up.)

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