Hogwarts Part 2

This is my Hogwarts Story, inspired by all of the HP writers out there. I've read pretty much every story out there, and I thought it would be fun to try one of my own.

In this quiz, you can get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams. From year three to seven, you can get Cedric Diggory, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, or Oliver Wood.

Created by: music826
  1. Okay, well, I've shortened the name to just "Hogwarts" so I can pretty much go where I want with the story, but I'm still doing the "Love Story" part of it. I probably didn't need to explain that because it doesn't change anything. Anyway, last time you got your Hogwarts letter, and your grandparents refused to sign the Hogsmeade permission slip. Padma wrote to you and invited you to Diagon Alley to stay for a couple of weeks. Before leaving, your grandmother gives you a couple of items that were your parents when they were younger. You leave after that and arrive in Diagon Alley. All clear?
  2. I had been to Diagon Alley two times before, but I had never gotten the opportunity to explore everything. With two weeks and a bag full of money to spend, the future was looking bright. We started out with our supply lists to make sure we got the things we needed first. Everyone agreed on going to Flourish and Blotts first to get our new schoolbooks. I needed every book on the list for the year, given that I had signed up for everything. We approached the manager for help. "Er, we need four copies of The Monster Book of Monsters," I said, looking at my list. "Four?" the man asked in a despairing tone, running his gloved hands through his hair. I nodded my confirmation. He turned towards a cage near the entrance. It was full of books that were snapping at each other, tearing up pages and biting viciously. "Stand back," the manager told us grimly, opening up the cage and brandishing a walking stick. He snatched one out, holding it together firmly, and handed it to Padma, who looked a bit apprehensive about it. The other two got their books as well, clamping them down with their hands. The man took one last book out of the cage. He deposited it in my hands, but before I could trap it, it snapped its way out.
  3. I immediately dropped to the floor to get it, but it started making its way through the crowd, occasionally deciding to take a bite at someone's ankle. I jumped up and weaved my way through the crowd, trying to find it. I spotted it near a table of books and lunged for it, careening straight into a handsome, brown haired boy. We both went down, but I finally grasped the book in my arms, holding on to it tightly. I looked at the boy, my face going red in embarrassment. "Sorry," I said sheepishly, smiling slightly. He got to his feet after a moment, helping me up as well. "No problem. I'm always willing to help catch runaway books," he said with a grin. "I'm Cedric Diggory, by the way," he added after a moment. "Cassandra Levell," I introduced myself, struggling to keep the book under control. "Well, I'd better go. I'll see you at Hogwarts!" Cedric said, smiling good-naturedly and walking off to another part of the shop. I found my friends again, who were smiling at me mischievously. "Who was that?" Padma asked, smiling. "Who was who?" I asked innocently, striding off to find my other books, leaving the others in confusion.
  4. By the time we left the shop, I was carrying a teetering pile of heavy books, The Monster Book of Monsters held shut by the other ones. We carried them back to our room, setting the new volumes down with a sigh of relief. We all found belts to manage the monster books, packing them securely into our trunks. The rest of the day was fairly low key. We grabbed some ice cream and stocked up on new quills and such, and then ate dinner and called it a day. The days passed by in a blur after that, filled with magical items and ice cream. Before we knew it, we only had a few days left. My trunk was full to bursting with various items, and I doubted I would even be able to carry it out of the room when we left.
  5. I headed out to Quality Quidditch Supplies on our last day, leaving the others at breakfast. I had passed people gawking at a broomstick several times, but I hadn't had the chance to see it myself. I wedged myself in between a couple of people at the display window. It was a new broom - the Firebolt. I started reading the description when I was pushed aside rudely. "Hey!" I protested angrily. The culprit was a tall, older looking boy with brown hair. He looked at me as if he hadn't noticed me there before. "Oh, sorry. Didn't see you there. Can you believe this broom?" he said excitedly, his brown eyes lighting up as if it were Christmas. "I was just reading about it," I said a bit irritably, but the way he was acting couldn't keep me angry for long. "If Gryffindor had one of these, we'd never lose a game again! Of course, we'd never be able to afford it..." he trailed off sadly. I stood there awkwardly, wondering how long he was going to talk about Quidditch. He paused for a moment. "I'm Oliver Wood, by the way," he said, still staring at the broom admiringly. "Cassandra Levell," I said, and then left him to his examination, my lips curving into a small smile. I never knew anyone to be so excited about Quidditch.
  6. I passed by some shops, absentmindedly wandering into the bookstore for about the fourth time. For some reason, I always wanted to look at the books. I saw a student getting The Monster Book of Monsters, looking quite terrified about it. A scary-looking elderly woman was next to him, wearing a hat with a stuffed vulture on the top. As soon as the book was deposited into his hands, the boy promptly dropped it. At least I wasn't the only one. The book snapped its way over to me, but before it went any further, I stopped it with my foot. I picked it up carefully, holding it out to the boy. The woman took it instead. "Thank you," she said in a strong, commanding voice. I assumed she was probably his grandmother. The boy also thanked me, going red as he did so. "Is this that Hermione Granger you're always talking about, Neville?" the grandmother asked the boy. "N-no," Neville replied in a small, nervous voice. "I'm Cassandra. Cassandra Levell," I said, a bit meekly. Neville's grandmother was intimidating. "Well, we must be going. Say goodbye, Neville," the woman said, and Neville did so, following his grandmother to another part of the shop.
  7. As I wandered back out of the shop, Padma, Parvati, and Lavender found me, having just left Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions. Only stopping for a moment, Parvati and Lavender left again, off to check out a candy shop. "Well, what now?" Padma asked, looking around for something to do. I thought for a second, and then realized that I really wanted something. "I'm going to get an owl," I said, heading toward Magical Menagerie purposefully.
  8. "Someone's feeling brave today. You realize your grandmother is going to murder you, right?" Padma said, but her tone didn't really suggest she cared what my grandmother thought. "I'll figure something out," I said, waving it off. I had a whole year to think about what I was going to do. "Okay, well, I'm going to go get some new robes then. Surprisingly, I actually grew some since first year," Padma said, waving and heading off in another direction. I walked into the small, crowded shop and waited behind a trio of familiar Gryffindors - Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. I didn't really know them personally, but practically everyone knew their names. A sad looking rat was sitting on the counter, being looked at by the witch who was working there. Suddenly and without warning, a huge ginger cat launched itself off of a cage just behind my head, causing me to fall back against the other cages, letting out a small shriek. The cat jumped off of Ron's head and tried to get at his rat, but it quickly made its escape, scampering out the door. Harry and Ron immediately ran after it, nearly bowling me over in the process.
  9. The shop was alive with the annoyed twitters of owls and other various creatures. A couple of cages were lying on the floor from when I had fallen into them. I picked them up, apologizing to the witch and putting them back in place. A small black owl caught my eye when I replaced one of the cages. She was looking at me calmly, completely unfazed by the events that had just taken place. After a moment or two, I picked her cage up and took her to the counter. I purchased her quickly, and then noticed Hermione had picked up Crookshanks, the huge ginger cat. She stroked him lovingly, and then noticed me looking at her. "Isn't he gorgeous?" she gushed. I nodded, but it wasn't exactly the word I would have used to describe him. I left the shop wondering what would happen to Ron's rat if she purchased it.
  10. That was the last day of our fun. I decided to name my new owl Shadow. It wasn't a very unusual name, but it was fitting for a black owl. We headed out for King's Cross Station early the next day. Padma's parents had organized a ride for us with a Ministry friend. We got through to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters without much trouble. It got a bit more hectic on the other side. In the chaos of the crowd, I got separated from the other three, but it didn't concern me too much. I could always find them later. It became a bigger problem when I tried to get my trunk into the train. Apparently, I had packed too much. I tugged on it a few times, more desperately each time. I still had a few minutes, so it wasn't a full out panic yet, but I would need help. I looked around, immediately noticing a boy with white-blonde hair pass in the corridor behind me. Unfortunately, it was Draco Malfoy, probably the one person least likely to help. I tried anyway. "Could you please help me?" I asked politely, putting on a hopeful smile. He stopped and leaned against the wall arrogantly. "Why should I help you?" he asked, smirking. "Because I need it?" I said, but it sounded more like a question. He didn't move. "Because I know you're really a kind hearted person on the inside?" I tried again, unable to keep a sarcastic tone out of my voice. He still didn't help. Throwing him a disgusted look, I cast my gaze around for someone else, but before I could find anyone, I heard a soft incantation and watched as my trunk lifted and set itself down gently beside me. I whirled around to see Draco lazily twirling his wand between his fingers. I felt a brief moment of irritation because I hadn't thought of that, but it quickly disappeared. I started to thank him, but he cut me off. "Just don't tell anyone I was nice," he said, smirking one last time and heading back down the corridor. "Slytherins," I muttered, shaking my head before heading down the corridor as well. I had a long ride ahead.
  11. *music826* Ta-da! This was my first attempt with the results, so I'm sorry if they don't turn out well. Anyway, I had a little more fun writing this one than the first, so I hoped you enjoyed reading. Like always, I welcome any suggestions to make the story better, or if you want to see something else in it. Hopefully after this, I can speed things up a bit more. That last question was kind of long.

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