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Troubled times by Weasley55
Chapter 2 : Beginning Seventh Year
 
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6 years later




“Come on Rose, we’re going to be late!” Dad shouted at me from downstairs.


“Coming!” I screamed back. I checked I had everything in my trunk, before flicking my wand and levitating it down the stairs.

 

“Is everyone ready?” My dad asked a while later, when Hugo had (finally) located his wand and my mum had finished getting ready. By now, it was so late that we had scratched the getting the car idea, and we're just apparating. When we all nodded in reply to Dad, he said,


“Right then, on the count of three; 1…2…3!” At his count, we all turned in the spot, with Hugo going with my mum as he was still underage and couldn't apparate. Moments later, we arrived it Kings Cross, just outside Platform 9 ¾. We ran through the barrier, and boarded the train two minutes before it left.


“Rose!” I turned as I heard someone squeal my name, and I saw a girl running towards me.


“Hi Abby! How are you?”


“Great! What about you?”


“Looking forward to going back.” Said a voice from behind me. We turned to see Kayla running towards us.



“Hi Kayla!” I said, running over to her and giving her a hug. “How was your holiday? Parents being alright?” Kayla’s parents had been really cross when she had been sorted into Gryffindor after a long line of Slytherins.


“Actually, they were better this year.” She replied. “I think they're finally coming to accept it.  About time really. I mean, they've had seven years!”

 

“That's good.” Abby said. “We don't want you to end up at Ro’s house crying again. Anyway, let's go and find a compartment.” Once we had found an empty compartment and settled down, we carried on our conversation. Eventually, the talk turned to the year ahead.


“I wonder who head-girl is?” Kayla asked.

 

“Um… I am.” I replied.



“What! Why didn't you tell us?”



“I only found out the other day!”



"I wonder who head boy is." Abby said. “Imagine if it’s Malfoy.”


 

“Oh my fucking g-d, if it actually is him them I think I'm going to die!” I exclaimed.



“When are you going to say yes to him Ro?”


“When are you going to stop bugging me about him Ab?”


“When you go out with him!”


“I better get used to being bugged then.” I muttered under my breath.
 

“Ro, nearly every girl in the school would like to be in your place!” Kayla exclaimed.
 

“Including you two?”


“That's beside the point.”


“Exactly.” Abby agreed. “Ro, he's like, the most gorgeous fucking guy in the school.” I rolled my eyes.


“Yeah, right.”


“He is!”


“No, he isn't. Malfoy is an arrogant bullying toerag, and I wish that he would just leave me alone, and get it into his two brain cells that I will never go out with him!” Suddenly the cabin door opened, a two people poked their heads round the door.
 

“You don't mean that Rose.” Rolling my eyes, I turned to face the speaker.
 

“Yes, I do Malfoy.”

 

“Of course you do.” He replied sarcastically, coming into the carriage.



“What are you doing here anyway?” I asked.

 

“Can't I come and say hello to my favourite 17 year old Granger-Weasley?” The person who had come in with Malfoy, my cousin Albus Potter asked.


“Hi Al.” I answered, ignoring his question.


“Hey. Did you have a nice holiday?”


“I saw you three days ago at the bloody ‘goodbye’ party Nana Molly held, and we had the exact same conversation!”


“Yeah, well what happened in those three days?”


“Homework, sleeping, eating and packing. That's literally it.”


“And she found out that she was head-girl!” Kayla exclaimed.


 

“Thanks Kayla.” I said dryly.




 

“That's brilliant! You could have mentioned it!” Al shouted.

 

 



“What, and have you tell the whole family? You know what that would have been like. I think Nana Molly would have exploded with happiness, and as much as I love our family, I don't really like being centre of attention, and James would have repeatedly told me that I'm a disappointment to the ‘prank group’ or whatever the fuck he calls our family, even though Vic and Dom have already been head-girl, g-d knows how for Dom, and that's not mentioning the older generation. Uncle Percy would probably have owled me non stop if he had found out, and I would have been made to listen to several hundred of his boring lectures on how to be a responsible head, and…”



“Okay, okay, point taken.” Al interrupted me.



“Are you guys going to come in, or are you just going to stand blocking the door?” Before I could shout at Kayla for inviting them into our carriage, Malfoy had replied.



“I think we'll come in thanks.” I glared at Kayla, but she didn't seem to be paying attention. She was looking at Abby, who's cheeks had turned pink, and was avoiding Al’s gaze. Surely she doesn't have a crush on him? I made a mental note to ask her later.


“So,” Al said as he found a seat. “Are you ready for the Quidditch season to start?” As if we wouldn't be. This was my last year as captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, and I planned to win the cup. I had been quidditch captain ever since my fifth year, and was a chaser on the team. Al, although he didn't play, followed quidditch intensely, and Malfoy was the captain of the Slytherin team, and was a seeker.


“You bet. We're bringing home that cup again this year.”


 

“In your dreams.” Malfoy scoffed.




"No, it's  think probably in your dreams. Gryffindor have won the quidditch cup for five years in a row; ever since I joined the team, so I have already won the cup twice this year.”


“Yeah, but you don't have Wood this year.” Wood was a burly Gryffindor who had left last year, and had played keeper.


“So, I bet you we’ll find someone just as good. We managed to replace James three years ago, didn't we?”


“That's true, but it doesn't mean that you'll be able to do it again.”


“Just you wait and see.” The rest of the journey passed in a similar manner, Malfoy and I arguing, Abby still avoiding Al’s gaze and starting whenever spoken to, and Al and Kayla trying to act as if nothing's wrong. I was glad when half way through I had to go to the prefects meeting, but then I realised that Scorpius was coming to, so I wouldn't really get away. The head boy this year was someone called Adam Jenkins, a (very fit and sweet) Ravenclaw in our year. However, after the prefects meeting I had to return to the carriage, as I couldn't find my other two best friends.
 

To say that we were all relived when we arrived in Hogsmeade was an understatement. Abby had practically apparated out of the carriage she moved so fast, me and Malfoy (okay maybe just me) had a soar throat, and Kayla and Al just wanted to get away from the awkwardness.


 I ended up in a carriage with Abby (who had decided to wait for us), Kayla, my cousin Molly Weasley, Georgia Boot, a Ravenclaw in our year, Alara Longbottom, a Hufflepuff in our year, and Roxanne Weasley (yes, another of my cousins).

 

Needless to say that that journey was a lot less excruciatingly painful. I get along well with Alara, as we're close family friends, but I don't really know Georgia, who's Alara's best friend, though she seems nice enough. I spent most of the journey talking to Kayla, Abby and Alara, but I did speak to my cousins for a bit. I had a fair few cousins at school. Lucy was in second year, Molly was in forth, Hugo (who was my brother) and Lily were in fifth, Louis and Roxy were in sixth, and Albus and I were in seventh. And those were only my cousins who were still at Hogwarts! James and Fred played for Chudley Cannons, Victoire was married to Teddy, and they were both aurors, and Dominique played for Tutshil Tornadoes. It was beyond me how Dom ever got to be head-girl. Or me, for that matter. It may not seem like it, but I was often part of James and Freddy’s pranks when they were here, and had carried them on since they left. Victoire was actually the only fucking person in the whole family who was actually normal, and no, I'm not over exaggerating. The rest of us were far from normal. However, I love them with all my heart and wouldn’t change them for the world.


I'm pretty sure that James and Fred had mental issues. Like, they actually do. Dom was like me, but swore more, and was louder. Louis and Roxy were also crazy on pranks, Lucy was in Hufflepuff but was more like a Gryffindor in my opinion. I don't know how she ended up with the badgers. Maybe the sorting hat had an off day. Hugo and Lily were a bit quieter than the rest of us, but equally as crazy, and Molly was… odd. Not that you can really blame her, with Percy and Audrey as parents. Then there's me and Al, and Vic. She was always the odd one out in the Wotter family, the quiet one who hated pranks of any kind, and never took part in the dares that happened every holiday.


I was getting quite hungry and tired, and had begun looking forward to the feast by the time that we reaching the castle.
 

When we finally arrived at school, we were on our way up to the Great Hall when someone pushed past us.


“Oh, sorry, didn't see you there.” Came the silky voice of Shelly McLaggen.


“Shove of McLaggen, go back to your fucking Slytherin friends.” Abby practically screamed at her. Abby and McLaggen have had a feud since that first Hogwarts Express ride when McLaggen sneered at Sophie Lewis for being muggleborn.


“Ohhh, someone's grumpy.”


“And someone else is going to end up with an fucking orange for a head if they stay here for much fucking longer!”


“Come on Abby.” Kayla and I practically dragged Abby away before she got a detention. When we finally got to the Great Hall, I was starving, and kept looking longingly at the empty platters throughout the sorting.


Finally it was over, and the tables were suddenly filled with delicious food.  As I helped myself to some roast chicken, the talk turned to the subjects that we were taking. Most people were taking the same as last year.
 

“Are you still taking the same subjects as last year?” Kayla asked me.


"Yep." I replied. “Charms, transfig, DADA, potions, herbology, and ancient runes.  You?”

 

“Charms, DADA, transfig, arithmancy, history of magic, potions and astronomy. What about you Abby?”


“Same as Ro, but minus ancient runes and plus care of magical creatures.”

 

“Are you still determined to be look after dragons when you leave Hogwarts then?”


 “Yep.”



“Maybe I can introduce you to my uncle Charlie.” I offered. Abby then got all excited about this, and started talking to me very fast, but I wasn't really listening. My thoughts lay with my four-poster bed in the Gryffindor common room, which I couldn't wait to get into.


 

When McGonagall had finally finished speaking, we headed back upstairs ahead of everyone else, due to my eagerness to go to bed. I left the first-years to the prefects. Getting to the portrait, we said the password (nitwit), and headed to the dorm labelled ‘Seventh Years’. Opening the door we discovered that (as usual) our bags were already there. I let my Maylin out of her cage, and started unpacking.




We had been in our dorm for ten minutes when we were joined by the rest of the Gryffindors in our year.


 

“Hey guys!” Nalini Thomas shouted as she burst into the room, her dark brown, almost black hair flying in her face, her dark brown eyes shining excitedly.




 “Someone's in a good mood.” I laughed back. Nalini was known for her sudden laughter attacks. She could be serious one minute, and laughing the next. Her laugh was so contagious that if she had a laughter attack, everyone in the proximity when


“Yeah, this is after we calmed her down on the Hogwarts express. You should have seem her before.” Layla Adams replied, with a roll of her light blue eyes. Layla's blond hair was pulled into perfect ringlets (like always). I swear, that girl could never look bad. To prove it, she had about five boys who just followed her around, hoping that she will go out with them. I keep telling her that she should just pick one and be done with it, but she doesn't want to. She won't tell any of us when we ask her why she won't, and I'm starting to suspect that she has her eye on a certain boy (but I'm not sure who).


 

As we unpacked and got ready for bed, we talked about our holidays, but by the time we got into bed, we were all so tired that we fell asleep immediately, looking forward to the next day.




 

 


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