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❛𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴�...
Hogwarts here I come. It was September 1st and we were going back to another year of Hogwarts. I couldn't wait. I needed this. To be somewhere I love rather than locked up in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. No longer did my window look out to the beautiful garden I was told my mother tended to every other day but rather a view of rooftops of London that had survived wars both from Wizards and Muggles and were old and gray.
I was hopeful for this year. No stone to protect, to large snake petrifying people, no mass breakout in Azkaban, no Tournament. It might be a good year this year. Plus, I'm a Slytherin prefect this year. Oh, who am I kidding? A Wizarding War is looming over our heads threatening to destroy us all. That's what I have been told, however.
I was pushing my trolley with the rest of the Order, through the King's Cross Station. Sirius was in the form of a black dog, walking next to Harry quite happily.
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I'm still surprised they let him come. Sirius rushed in front of Harry and down the steps to a tiny waiting area with Harry following quite fast after him. I pushed my cart to the man who was loading the trunks onto the train and pulled out my old sketchbook as well as taking Kronos out of his cage. I heard the train honk. I rushed to my father and threw my arm around him, crushing Krono in the middle.
"Bye Dad. Stay safe."
"You too Hazel."
We pulled apart and I rushed onto the train sitting down next to Hermione, Ron, and an already asleep Harry. I put Kronos down beside me and opened up my sketchbook. I had put the pictures from Cedric's pocket into the sketchbook. Looking at the moving pictures brought tears to my eyes. But I wouldn't dare let them fall. Over the course of this summer, this sketchbook had become less of a sketchbook and more of a journal. A journal where I wrote notes, feelings, letters, everything. It was where I stuck my memories.
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We got off the train as it pulled into the Hogsmeade Station. I walked next to Harry who had his head bowed, thinking. I made it so we walked at the same pace next to each other. Since the time he has been here we had learned that each other's company was suitable enough for the both of us. Then I heard that voice I knew well.
"I'm surprised the Ministry's still letting you walk around free Potter." Here we go again. "Better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it." Draco mocked.
Harry was about to go after him but Ron held a grip on his arms keeping him from pouncing. I walked up to Draco, placing my hand on his chest, giving him a slight push, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He looked back down at me and I could have sworn I saw a flash of guilt pass through his eyes.
"What'd I tell you? Complete nutter." Draco said to those two goons he always hung out with. He pulled away and started walking.
