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Changing Forever by Julia
Chapter 1: Changing Forever
The Last Day
“Another year has passed again, and I would like to announce my departure of the school,” said Albus Dumbledore to the school at the end of the year feast. All of the students gaped at him. Why was he leaving? “I have been at this school since I was eleven years old, and now, after one-hundred sixty-two years, I think it is necessary that I should leave. This has been the greatest year of all, and I want to thank you for making it the best.” Dumbledore sat down in his large chair at the staff table. The students slowly turned back to the feast.
“Why do you think he’s leaving?” Harry Potter asked his two best friends, Ron Weasley and me, Hermione Granger. We have been best friends since our first year. Ron and Harry saved me from a mountain troll in our first year. We have been on many adventures, and I did not know that this one would be the most amazing one of all.
“Well, I’m not one hundred percent sure but I’ve noticed that this is your last year here, Harry. Maybe that’s why,” I said.
“She might be right, Harry. After all, you are the Boy-Who-Lived.” Ron said with his mouth full of mashed potatoes.
Harry shook his head. “It can’t be.”
“Harry, sometimes you just have to accept what’s happening. Although you don’t like it, you still have to deal with it,” I said. I then noticed I should not have said that.
“I’m not pissed off about it or anything, Hermione. It’s just I’m a little curious of what’s going on!” Harry snapped in my face.
“Okay, I was just saying—“
“No, Hermione. You were not ‘just saying.’ You were telling me that I should deal with something that should not even include me. Why did you even make that suggestion anyways?!” I could not help but glare at him. Although Harry is a brother to me, he still does not understand how I feel about him.
“Sorry I said anything,” I quietly murmured. I got up and headed back to the common room. I did not want to talk to Ron or Harry right now. I walked through the portrait hole and up to my dormitory. Oddly enough, Harry’s owl, Hedwig, was there with a parcel attached to her leg. I went over to the windowsill, where she was perched, and untied the letter. It read:
I did not mean to snap at you like that tonight. I hope I did not
bother you by doing that. I just did not like how you said it was my
fault Dumbledore is leaving. Well, I felt that you were saying that.
I smiled. I sat on her bed, thinking of Harry’s note, and opened my diary.
June 23rd, 1997
Our final day at Hogwarts. I wish it had not come so quickly, but I
am happy To be going home at last. Harry and I had a quarrel about
ten minutes ago, but don’t fret, we’re still speaking to each other. I
have told you so much about my feelings for him, I just hope
sometime he’ll know how I feel. Well, I must go pack. I will write more
tomorrow on the ride home on the Hogwarts Express! Farewell, for
I closed my diary and pulled my large, school trunk out from under my four-poster bed. I went over to the large wooden bureau and opened a drawer filled with white polo shirts which I wore every day here. I threw all of the fifteen shirts into my trunk. I opened the small closet door and grabbed my four skirts, which were hung on hangers. I did not care if my clothes were wrinkly tomorrow, for I was able to wear normal Muggle clothing tomorrow. I opened another drawer in the bureau, which was filled with “underclothing”, and I soon tossed those into my trunk as well. The only things that I would have to pack tomorrow morning were my “feminine hygiene products” and pajamas. I went back down to the common room to see Harry and Ron walk in.
“Hey, Hermione, I’m really sorry about earlier,” said Harry.
“It’s my fault, I didn’t mean to say it was you causing Dumbledore to leave,” I said.
“Come here.” Harry enveloped me in an apologizing hug.
“Thank you, Harry,” I said. We didn’t separate right away, not until we heard Ron cough.
“Okay, Ron, I’ll stop giving Hermione all the attention.” Harry laughed. I did so too. Ron soon joined in.
“Guys, I’m going up to bed. It’s a long day tomorrow,” I said. I kissed Ron and Harry on the cheek and then went up to bed. I changed into my pajamas, which were a pair of men’s boxer shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt. I said goodnight to Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, the girls who I had shared a dormitory with for seven long years, and then fell asleep in my four-poster bed for the last time.
I awoke the next morning to Lavender yelling. “Why didn’t you two let me sleep?” I asked.
“Hermione, the train leaves in a half an hour! Get up!” said Parvati.
“Okay………I’m up.” I stood sleepily and dressed into a pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt. I walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water over my face, which woke me up. I walked back into the dormitory, grabbed my trunk, and dragged it down to the common room. Harry and Ron were waiting there with their things, along with the other one hundred Gryffindor students. “Good morning,” I said to Ron and Harry.
“Good morning. Ready to leave for good?” Said Ron sarcastically.
“Ron, you always make school sound so bad. Think of it this way, now you can do magic all the time,” said Harry.
“Come on, the train’s going to leave really soon. We have to go!” I urged them to follow me to the entrance of the castle. There, we would take the carriages to Hogsmeade, where the train would be waiting for us.
“Okay, okay, come on.” Both Ron and Harry picked up their overflowing trunks and we left the Gryffindor Common room. We found Sir Cadagon and his horse annoying a group of third years. I could not help but laugh. “I think he’s getting worse,” Ron whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, I know.” The challenge was getting our trunks down the moving staircases. After five minutes, we finally succeeded. We walked out to the carriages and loaded in. I could hear the hooves of the horse clapping against the pavement. I, all of a sudden, brought up a topic, which would be hard to explain. “Are you guys moving into your own flats?” I asked.
Harry stared at me. “I never really thought about that. And I’m certain that I don’t want to go back the Dursleys,” he said.
“Well, personally, I don’t want to go at the Burrow any more,” said Ron.
“Well, I was thinking, if it isn’t too much trouble or anything like that, maybe we could buy our own flat,” I suggested.
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” said Ron.
“No, it doesn’t. I know where many places are for sale. There’s a whole development type place behind Diagon Alley,” said Harry.
“Maybe we should check it out. But are you guys sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“Definitely. Should we go straight to Diagon Alley to check it out?” asked Ron.
“I think so. Sound good, Hermione?” said Harry.
“Yes.” I knew that color was rising on my cheeks, hopefully, neither Harry or Ron had noticed. The carriage came to a sudden stop. I wasn’t exactly ready for the stop, and I fell out of my seat, and into Harry’s lap. “Sorry, Harry. Wasn’t ready for that stop,” I said. By now, I knew I was scarlet, the color Ginny turned in second year when Harry would say something to her. I stood up, and got out of the carriage, and walked to the red steam-powered train. “Hi Ginny!” I said to my familiar red haired friend. Ginny was in her sixth year at Hogwarts, but looked as if she were nineteen. She was very tall, about five eleven. She wasn’t as tall as Ron, however. Ginny had long red hair and bright blue eyes.
“Hi, Hermione. What’s up?” she asked me.
“Nothing. I can’t wait to get home though,” I said.
“Same. Have you by any chance seen Draco?” she asked.
“Draco………as in Draco Malfoy? Do you fancy him or something?” I asked.
“Er, yes, but please don’t tell Ron. He’d kill me,” Ginny begged.
“Sorry, Ginny, I haven’t seen him. And I’ll keep my mouth shut,” I promised.
“I promise,” I said.
“Hermione, why’d you leave so quickly?” Ron asked.
“Well, I wanted to talk to Ginny,” I lied.
“You could’ve talked to her on the train,” said Ron.
“She’s sitting with some other people though. And I just wanted to talk to her privately.” I said.
“Okay, Hermione, spill it, who do you fancy now?” Harry asked.
“Why do you think Ginny and I were talking about that?” I asked, hoping not to let it slip.
“Because you only go to her when you’re trying to get some bloke’s attention,” said Ron.
“Well, I’m not telling either of you. Only I knew the real truth. Even Ginny doesn’t!” I said.
“Hermione, you know you can trust us,” said Harry.
“I know I can, but I can’t tell you this time. You’ll laugh………and you won’t believe me,” I explained.
“Who would you like that would make us laugh? It’s one of us, isn’t it?” said Ron.
“No,” I lied.
“Keep your secrets then, we’ll find out sooner or later,” said Harry. I swear I saw him wink at me then, but I’ll never know for sure.
“The Hogwarts Express will be leaving in exactly three minutes!” someone yelled from the front of the train.
“Well, come on, we have to go!” said Ron. We boarded the train and a moment later, we started to move. I headed over to the window of the compartment, and for my last time, glanced at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.