Hogwarts Part 48

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* Life went on at Hogwarts, with quite a bad turn for the worse. You hatched a plan with Neville, Ginny, and Luna to steal the Sword of Gryffindor, but you were caught in the act. Neville convinced the Carrows that you were not part of the crime though, and you got off without punishment. Later on, Professor Flitwick informed you that your grandparents had died.

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  1. My mind froze. I couldn't think. "No," I shook my head softly. Professor Flitwick looked as if he wished he could hand me a cookie, but just continued with the bad news. "They were found – murdered – last night in your home," he said, and then lowered his voice to no more than a squeaky whisper. "The Dark Mark was spotted above the house." "That's not possible..." I trailed off weakly. For all those years that my mother had been trying to find me again, my father must have put some sort of protection in place. She would've found me long ago if he hadn't been watching over us. Unless... "Things have changed, Cassandra. Things that were once impossible are now very possible. I'm sorry," Professor Flitwick said, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I even saw a small tear streak its way down his small face and disappear into his beard. I sank down into my desk chair numbly. My eyes remained dry for the moment; I was simply in shock. True, my relationship had been anything but close with them both, but they had never been rude or cruel like Harry's aunt and uncle. I couldn't believe that they were dead. Professor Flitwick wordlessly stepped out of the room, sensing my need to be alone.
  2. I didn't know how long I sat there. It was at least all through lunch, since by the time I snapped out of my stupor, students were filing in again for their own Charms class. I fumbled for my bag, swung it over my shoulder, and made a straight shot for my dormitory. Luckily, almost everyone was off in class, so I didn't have to deal with any concerned friends. For the first time ever, I didn't go to class that day. But considering the news I had just received, it wasn't high on my list of priorities. Somewhere in those hours alone, I managed to shed a few tears, but I felt oddly detached from the entire thing. I hadn't been there for the murder, so it didn't feel real quite yet. And so, with a heavily laden heart, I dragged myself out of bed and all the way to the Gryffindor common room.
  3. "You're what?" Neville asked with a furrowed brow. "I'm going to visit my grandparent's house. Just one last time," I said quietly. I had just told him about my grandparent's murder, and after many attempted consolations on his part, I explained my plans for the holidays. "Why just upset yourself more? You can come stay with my grandmother and me. She'd be thrilled if you came," he offered hopefully. I shook my head with a sad smile. "It's something I want to do. I don't think I ever gave my grandparents enough of a chance when I lived there. Besides, I left some things in my room that I might want if they're still there," I said, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse as to why I might want to return. It was still rather unexplainable to myself as well. "Well, if you really want to go, you can't go alone," Neville said sternly. It was clear he was referring to himself. "I'm sorry, Neville. I don't want anyone with me," I rejected him gently. "Arianna?" he inquired. "Not even Arianna."
  4. "I'm not going to let you leave alone, you know," Neville said after a few moments. "I'll be fine," I insisted. "Even Harry was smart enough to bring others along with him. I'd think a Ravenclaw such as yourself might see the danger here," Neville pointed out. "I doubt Harry was the one who invited them along," I grumbled, but I looked over at his determined expression and sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I don't want you to go in the house with me. I don't...I don't know what that's going to be like for me," I said, already wondering if visiting was such a good idea. Neville didn't crack a smile, realizing what I meant, but simply pulled me against him on the couch in a sideways hug. I let my head fall on his shoulder. "Thank you, Neville," I said quietly. "For what?" "For being there." I could hear a slight smirk in his voice. "I don't think I have a choice."
  5. Before I knew it, the train arrived for the holidays. At least that one thing hadn't changed. We weren't prisoners in the castle. I spent the duration of the journey in the company of Ginny, Luna, Sabrina, Edward, and Neville, quietly discussing matters involving the Gryffindor trio, the Order, and various other happenings. By the time we parted ways, I was feeling distinctly uneasy about going off with Neville on my little adventure. I turned around to say goodbye to Luna, and was surprised to see that she was gone. I looked to Neville. "Where do you think she's gone?" I asked anxiously. He smiled nervously, taking my hand to lead me to the exit. "I'm sure she's just spotted some Nargles or something," he said. I threw one last glance behind us, not quite convinced, but followed Neville outside into the snowy weather. We Apparated a few blocks away from my house and set off to the house as casually as possible. I rounded the last street corner, expecting to be hit with a giant wave of nostalgia and grief upon seeing my old home. But my old home wasn't there.
  6. I stood in a numb shock for a few moments. Neville stepped forward as if to put a restraining hand on my shoulder, but I ran forward, closing the long distance in what seemed like a few seconds. I let my feet stop upon the concrete doorstep of the house. I didn't have much of a choice in any case; it was all that was left of the building.
  7. Blackened boards and various household items were scattered all over the expanse in front of me. A few stretches of wall were all that remained of what was the first floor. My room was upstairs, so nothing was spared there. I felt my feet step off of my little platform and into the mounds of ash and destruction. I knelt down to retrieve an object I recognized from my room. It was the Slytherin locket that I hadn't been able to open before. In the fire, the metal had half-melted and the little clasp had clearly been broken. I knelt down and picked it up with shaking hands, opening it as I did so. There was just a single photo. A dark-haired man and a blonde-haired woman holding a baby. They were all smiling as if they hadn't a care in the world. My family. I threw it back into the ash in disgust. I didn't need to be reminded of what could have been. I suddenly felt a strong desire to leave and rejoin Neville, who was lingering uncertainly a couple houses down. As I collected myself again and stood up to leave, I heard a loud crack behind me. I half-turned to see who it was, Neville shouted a warning, and the world suddenly turned into a whirling mass of color.
  8. *music826* Until next time :)

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