She’d noticed a change in Lavender’s behaviour. She was more flirtatious and even more giggly than usual. She wasn’t blind, she could see why. Ron Weasley. She shook her head, confused. Why would you choose Ron when there was Harry? Harry Potter! Her friend’s choice didn’t make sense to her.
Oh well, if Lavender wanted Ron, that was fine with her. Parvati liked Harry.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty enough. It was more to do with the fact that Harry, and his two best friends Ron and Hermione were always up to something. She stated it as a matter of fact. She wasn’t being spiteful in the least. She accepted it, and knew nothing would probably ever come from it.
Lavender giggled, excited about the coming Yule Ball. She had finally been asked out by a stuttering Seamus, and even though he hadn’t been her first choice, she’d been ecstatic to finally find a partner. Inside, Parvati felt nervous and embarrassed at the thought of being the only girl alone. She hid it well though.
She saw Harry approaching, desperation written on his face. It was very sudden. Before she knew it, Harry had asked her out! She was completely ecstatic, and although she felt like jumping up and down in joy, she stopped herself.
She hid it well.
The Yule Ball passed, and at first it was going wonderfully. Then Harry stopped talking to her. He stopped dancing. And she went off with that Durmstrang boy. Harry was preoccupied with something else. She thought she knew what. Or rather, who. It was too late. Harry only saw her as a friend, even only as a last minute resort date.
Parvati’s hopes of Harry ended. Fourth year ended. Fifth year came and went. Sixth year began. And another love started to grow.
She didn’t even know how it had happened.
One moment Lavender was next to her, sighing over Ron, and the next moment, Lavender was next to Ron, and snogging him senseless. She was Lavender’s best friend, but she wasn’t going to hide it. She had to admit she was a little disgusted about their hour long sessions just cuddling in the corner of the common room in wide view.
Once, she’d thought she’d seen Hermione storm out of the common room after shooting a dirty look at Ron and Lavender. She’d thought to follow, but figured Hermione just needed some alone time. It seemed to help. A few days later, Lavender was back next to her, crying her soul out. Parvati comforted her, like a friend should do.
Lavender and Ron had dated most of the year. Their relationship had marked every month, with Lavender celebrating their every anniversary. The end of sixth year was fast approaching.
Parvati’s mouth was frozen in disbelief. Albus Dumbledore? Dead. He’d never spoken to her, probably didn’t even know who she was. But he was the headmaster of Hogwarts. A man who had made such a difference. And he was gone now. Killed by Snape. Killed by a man he had trusted.
It reminded her about something important; she needed to value her friendships, trust her friends. Life could be cut short at any time. Death Eaters, evil, was truly on the rise. Life had been an easy ride so far. Love was nothing, nothing compared to what was coming next. She’d been riding it easy, but the brakes were broken now.
It was the end of sixth year. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts was gone. Seventh year was going to be hell.