Hogwarts Part 37

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, George Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Last time you eavesdropped on Draco, who talked about suspicious things with Borgin. Pretty soon, you were back on the Hogwarts Express and you were invited to lunch in Professor Slughorn’s compartment along with Neville and Harry. Harry left ahead of you, and you later found him with a broken nose in Draco’s compartment. You reached the castle and Dumbledore announced the new staffing changes for the year. It’s your first day back now.

Created by: music826

  1. What is your age?
  2. What is your gender?
  1. It took a lot of shaking, yelling, and exactly one push to get me out of bed that morning. I lifted myself off the floor, unusually cheery for the morning. The first day back at Hogwarts was always oddly refreshing. “Just like old times,” I smirked at the impatient Padma who had been my alarm clock for the last five years. She rolled her eyes. “You know, eventually you’re going to have to get up by yourself,” she scolded me, but I just grinned and got ready for the morning to come. After eating breakfast and being cleared for my O.W.L. scores, I headed off to the classes for the day. I met up with Hermione for Ancient Runes, and heavily burdened with homework, went to perhaps the most dreaded class of the year – Defense Against The Dark Arts with Snape.
  2. I walked in and under Snape’s watchful gaze, anxiously took a seat by Harry. I took a look around, and was pleased to see a lot of DA members had made it through the exams. I grinned at Sabrina from across the room, and noticed Neville and a couple of my other friends had evidently passed as well. The usual chatter that was always present before any class was strangely absent, though. Snape tended to have that effect on students. “I didn’t get a chance to finish yesterday. I’ve got to tell you something,” Harry muttered quietly, leaning over to me. “Sorry, things just got a little crazy last night. What was it-?” “Turn to page three hundred ninety-four,” Snape ordered abruptly. I quickly fell silent and busied myself with digging around in my books. Harry wasn’t so quick to give up, though. “It’s about Malfoy. After we left Slughorn’s I-“ “Interrupting, Mr. Potter? Five points from Gryffindor. Or perhaps you would like to enlighten us with your knowledge of nonverbal spells,” Snape said coldly. I glanced at Harry helplessly, and gave him my best shut-up-and-tell-me-later look. However, he didn’t seem to get the message, and earned a Saturday detention by the end of class.
  3. “Well, what was so important that you had to get detention to try and tell me?” I asked him as we walked down the corridors, letting Ron and Hermione go ahead as we talked. Harry looked around to make sure no one could hear. “Like I said, it’s about Malfoy. After we left Slughorn’s I followed that other Slytherin from lunch, Zabini, into his compartment to find out more about what happened in Borgin and Burkes.” I cut him off with a wave of my hand. “Can’t you just give it a rest with that?” I asked exasperatedly, immediately getting defensive again. “Just listen. I hid in the luggage rack overhead and listened to their conversation. Malfoy was talking about how he probably wasn’t going to come back to Hogwarts next year and-“ “Really? Why?” I cut him off again. He shot me an irritable look. I held up my hands apologetically. “Sorry. Go on.” “He was talking about leaving Hogwarts and about how different things were going to be when Voldemort took over. He was talking about doing a job for him,” he finished, and turned to me for a reaction. “Well, Voldemort IS back now. And he could take over for all we know now. What about it?” I asked a bit uncomfortably. Harry hesitated and looked around once more. “I think he’s one of them. One of the Death Eaters.”
  4. I stared at him for a second, and then slowly shook my head. “That’s impossible; he’s only sixteen. He hasn’t even finished school yet. Besides, there’s no way Dumbledore wouldn’t know about this,” I insisted. Harry looked disappointed at my abrupt denial. “That’s what Ron and Hermione said. But what if you’re wrong?” he asked, almost as if he hoped we were. “I think it’s your turn to listen, Harry. I don’t think you should be getting into this. Merlin knows how much trouble you already get into at the castle. If Draco really is, well, one of them, then one of the Order members will take care of it. It’s not your concern,” I said gently, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He smiled softly, but still didn’t seem convinced. I knew that whatever I said, he was going to make it his concern no matter how much trouble it caused him, and I was just going to have to put up with it. In the silence, I noticed how close it was getting to class time. “C’mon, we’d better hurry or we’ll be late.”
  5. Later on, I found myself walking all the way down to the cold, dreary Potions classroom in the dungeons. Instead of sitting with the Gryffindors like usual, I set my heavy stack of books next to Draco's spot. The seat was unusually empty due to the fact that Crabbe and Goyle had finally flunked out of the class. Draco looked up at me and a flicker of a smile crossed his face. He no longer seemed nervous and awkward like he was on the train. Then again, he wasn't hiding an injured Harry in his compartment at the moment either. "I thought you said we were going to talk later," I said, shooting an exaggeratedly hurt expression in his direction. "Well, it's later, and we're talking. I always keep my promises," he shot back. "True," I laughed. "So why aren't you with your friends?" he asked, glancing over at the Gryffindor trio darkly. "I'm with a friend now, aren't I?" He actually looked surprised. "Me?" he smirked. "Well, I guess if you don't want to be..." I trailed off uncertainly. "No, that's not what I meant. Just that, well...I'm just Malfoy to you. You're with the Gryffindors," he said. "I'm not with anybody. I can be friends with both, can't I?" He remained silent. "Sooner or later, you're going to realize they're not so bad," I reprimanded him. He scoffed. "Right." I punched him lightly on the arm. "You will," I repeated, and then turned to the front of the classroom as Professor Slughorn started class.
  6. He first handed out two Potions textbooks to Harry and Ron since they hadn’t planned on taking the class, and then held up a small vial filled with golden liquid. “Can anyone tell me what this is?” he asked. “Felix Felicis” Hermione and I answered at the same time. “Good! Yes, it is Felix Felicis, otherwise known as “Liquid Luck”. It will essentially make you lucky for a day!” he announced proudly. “Now, whoever is able to brew the best Draught of Living Death today will win this vial. So, best of luck!” he said cheerfully, and motioned for us to get going.
  7. I quickly flipped to the page indicated and started brewing. I didn’t mind Potions most of the time, and without Professor Snape snidely throwing criticism around, it was rather enjoyable. I made some conversation with Draco, but before long, we were both too focused on brewing to continue talking. The potion was extremely difficult, and despite my best efforts to make it perfect, it still wouldn’t turn quite the shade of pale lilac the book indicated. Frustrated, I snapped my book shut and decided that it would have to do. Besides, if it was that difficult for me, surely nobody else had created anything perfect. Suddenly, I heard a loud exclamation from Professor Slughorn across the room. He handed Harry the little vial of Felix Felicis with a hearty congratulations. I went over to look at his potion. Sure enough, it was flawless. I looked at him in open disbelief as Professor Slughorn walked away again. “There’s no way,” I said, looking at him suspiciously. Whereas I was just shocked, Hermione looked furious. “It’s that book! Here, look!” she fumed, handing me Harry’s borrowed textbook. Harry reached for it, but I snatched it out of his reach and opened it.
  8. It was covered in writing. Things were crossed out everywhere, and new directions were written in the margins. It looked like there were small notes of made-up spells and counter curses as well. I flipped the book over to the back cover. “Property of the Half-Blood Prince?” I read, raising an eyebrow at him. He just shrugged sheepishly and took it back, quickly stowing it in his bag. Hermione was still grumbling about his cheating as we walked out the door. “It was written in the book when he got it. I guess he just got “lucky” this time,” I teased Harry. Hermione didn’t look satisfied. “Well, he’ll have a brand new book soon, with the same directions as the rest of us. Then he’ll give the Prince’s book back, right?” I said, looking pointedly at Harry. As usual, he said nothing. Clearly, that book wasn’t going anywhere.
  9. On Saturday, I decided to go down to the Quidditch Pitch to see if Oliver was there. I knew I wasn’t going to hear the end of it if he had already heard about my position as Quidditch Captain. Sure enough, as I zoomed around the pitch a bit to see if he would appear, he came striding onto the field. He grinned at me as I reached the ground, and crushed me in a hug. “Quidditch Captain! And you didn’t tell me?” he burst out. I smiled ruefully. “Surprise?” “This is brilliant! You’ve got to win the Cup this year,” he said, already switching into his Quidditch-crazed mode. But this time, he was rooting for another team. “But what about Gryffindor?” I teased. He was fiercely loyal to Gryffindor when he was Captain, but I guessed if he was connected to any team, he was going to root for them. “What about them? You’re going to make a brilliant Captain,” he said encouragingly. “So when are we going to have tryouts? If we’re going to win this, we’ve got to start training as soon as possible…” he rambled on, making plans for the year. “Oliver?” I interrupted. He snapped back to attention. “Exactly who’s Captain here?” I asked. He looked a bit embarrassed. “Right. Well, if you need any help you know where to find me,” he said. “Will do,” I smiled, knowing that he longed to get into the competitive aspect of Quidditch again. Sitting on the sidelines and taking care of the equipment wasn’t exactly his style. He held up a broom. “Want to take a ride?” “Sorry, but I’d better get back and start some homework. Just thought I’d say hello,” I said, and then waved and started heading back to the castle, broomstick in hand.
  10. I decided to visit the Gryffindor common room later on to compare homework with Hermione, and quickly noticed the unusual absence of Harry. “He’s at one of his lessons with Dumbledore,” Hermione informed me as I scanned the room for him. I nodded; he had explained it to all of us before we had even left for Hogwarts. Hermione seemed to take a breath before continuing. “You know, I really think you should talk to Ron.” “We’ve gone over this. If he’s really going to be that much of a git, I don’t see any reason why I should talk to him,” I turned her down flatly. “He says he’s done with Quidditch. He won’t listen to anyone else, but I think you can convince him,” she explained with an appealing look. “So he’s done with Quidditch. It’s not my problem,” I said uncomfortably. “But you know how much he loves it. He just doesn’t have the confidence.” I glanced at Ron across the room. He was sitting in a chair glumly, a few textbooks strewn over the table in front of him. He didn’t look as if he was in any hurry to do anything. I sighed, and then took my homework out of my bag. “Maybe later. Right now, we’ve got to get this done.”
  11. By the time we finished Arithmancy hours later, I was positively exhausted. I curled up on the couch and fell asleep within minutes. “Cassandra?” I cracked open my eyes and peered at Neville standing above me. It was clearly morning, with fresh sunlight streaming through the windows. I then registered a lot of crimson and gold furnishings surrounding me and remembered where I was. “Oops,” I yawned, sitting up and dislodging a book that had been lying on my chest. Neville watched in amusement. “Late night?” “You could say that. Who knew N.E.W.T. level classes had so much homework?” I complained. “That’s why Herbology’s so great. It’s mostly just plants,” he grinned. I rolled my eyes. “Just rub it in, Mr. Plant Man,” I said, stacking my books and shoving them back into my bag. “I see you’re the new Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain,” Neville observed lightly. “Well, I got the badge anyway. I guess we’ll see how much of a ‘Captain’ I am,” I shrugged. “Knowing you, you’ll be brilliant. Well, I’d better go. Told Professor Sprout I’d help with the Fanged Geraniums today,” he said cheerily, and then disappeared out the portrait hole.
  12. I returned to my common room after a few minutes, not really seeing any reason to stay. It was Sunday, so most people were wandering about outside or were holed up in the common rooms. With my homework done, I decided that I would go book the pitch for tryouts. It was better to get it over with soon if I had any hope of building a team. As I walked onto the field, intending to find Madam Hooch, I noticed a certain red-haired Weasley sitting on the grass by the goals. He was slumped dejectedly with a broomstick beside him, absentmindedly tossing a Quaffle between his hands. I started turning back to look for Madam Hooch or Oliver elsewhere, but hesitated near the entrance, looking back at Ron. After a moment of indecision, I headed over in his direction. I was done being silent.
  13. *music826* Well, I hope you enjoyed! It was a rather Harry-ish edition this time. Firstly, I’d like to say I finally reached experienced level! So thank you so much for getting me to where I am. I think part of my inability to write lately is stemming from the fact that I’m trying too hard to stick to the book, so I’m just going to throw the picky details out the window and loosely stick with the general plot so I can develop my own scenes again. Until next time :)
  14. Oh, and believe it or not, I’m actually finished with sixth year. I might just go ahead and write a large portion of seventh year as well before posting too many of the others. I figured that way if I run out of time when school starts, I only have to post the editions and I can finish the series pretty quickly!

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