Hogwarts Part 29

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* Last time you went on your date with Ron in Hogsmeade. Things went quite well between you despite a mishap with the Weasley twins and some Honeydukes chocolate. Things went distinctly less well between a distraught Cho Chang and a very confused Harry Potter. A couple weeks after the Hogsmeade trip, you and Ron became a couple. Draco confronted you about it one day, but he also told you to watch out for Umbridge. You attempted to tell Harry about it later, but he wasn't too keen on conversation. Another day, Edward told you that Umbridge was questioning Arianna about the DA despite the fact that she still didn't know anything about it.

Created by: music826
  1. My mind momentarily went into a blind panic, imagining the terrible things Umbridge could be doing to torture information out of my sister. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the burning sensation of the Cruciatus Curse. I calmed down after a few moments, realizing that Umbridge couldn't do much with Dumbledore still in the castle. Besides, even the Minister of Magic would have to lock Umbridge up in Azkaban for using an Unforgiveable Curse on a student. "Well, that's good. If she doesn't know anything, we don't have anything to worry about," I said a bit more optimistically than I felt myself. Edward nodded his head uncertainly. "Well, I guess. But you never know with the crazy old bat," he said darkly. "Insulting a professor, Linton? Let's see...I think that'll be twenty points from Gryffindor." I turned around and glared at Draco. "And what are you doing lurking around by the Ravenclaws, Malfoy?" I asked, using his surname because however much he seemed not to care, I knew it hurt him. Sure enough, his smirk faded just a fraction. "Nothing's ever innocent when a Gryffindor's around," he sneered at Edward. "You're right," Edward agreed. He stood up and pulled out his wand in one fluid movement, standing toe-to-toe with Draco. He was at least a couple inches taller than him. He held his wand up to Draco's nose and smiled coldly. Draco stared at the tip, clearly not at all fond of having a wand pointing at him no matter how many points he could take away. I tried my best to motion to Edward with my eyes. I knew that however much he wanted to injure Draco, it wasn't worth the trouble. He seemed to get the message and lowered it reluctantly. As quickly as I could, I pulled Edward away from the confrontation.
  2. "Did you see how scared he was? That was brilliant!" he said triumphantly as we left the Great Hall, reveling in the moment. I sent him a pointed look. "Oh, come on. No one saw me," he said. "Yeah, but you just got yourself onto the list of Gryffindors Draco hates," I told him. "Isn't that every Gryffindor?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, you're much higher on the list. Probably right below Harry, Ron, and Hermione for all we know," I amended. "I'll be fine. I doubt he's half as important as he thinks he is," he assured me, and then smiled and headed off to class. I sighed, realizing that that was exactly what my other friends would say. Gryffindors were trouble, but they were certainly interesting to be around.
  3. After a few moments I decided to head off to class myself. I noticed a small redheaded girl making her way out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I couldn't help myself. I ran up to Arianna and squeezed her in a hug. "Are you feeling all right?" she asked with a nervous laugh. I pulled back to give her some space and smiled. "Edward told me Umbridge wanted to talk to you. I didn't know what she was going to do to you," I explained. "She asked me about a secret group that was meeting without her permission," she said, confirming my previous suspicions. "I didn't tell her anything because I don't know anything about a secret group. Do you know what she's going on about?" I shifted uncomfortably. I knew she wouldn't like not knowing about the DA. "No," I said a little too late and a little too guiltily. She narrowed her eyes. "So you DO know something. Well, what is it then?" she asked impatiently. "Well...there is a group. Harry, Ron, and Hermione started it, and a few other students joined in. It's really nothing you need to worry about," I said nonchalantly. "I want to know" was her irritable response. "I, er, I have to go to class right now. We'll talk later." I quickly deserted the area before she could protest. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her.
  4. Right after Quidditch practice I went to the Gryffindor common room for my nightly visit to Ron. Instead I was met with an odd sight. Arianna and Sabrina were conversing in a couple of armchairs, looking quite at home, while most other Gryffindors were shooting fleeting glares at Arianna. Slytherins, no matter how friendly, were clearly not welcome in the Gryffindor common room. Sabrina had never met Arianna, so I didn't really know what to make of the scene. Ignoring Ron's exaggerated motions for me to join him, I walked over hesitantly and sat down in a third armchair. "So what's going on here?" I asked with an awkward smile. "You didn't tell your own sister about the DA?" Sabrina burst out in disbelief. Arianna glared at me from her armchair. I sat in guilty silence. "Am I too much of a Slytherin to be trusted?" she asked spitefully. "That's not it. You're just younger than everyone else, and I don't want you to get into any trouble," I tried to explain. "But it's all right for you?" she retaliated. "That's different. I knew exactly what I was getting into," I said defensively. She rolled her eyes. "Well, now she does, too. I think you should let her join if she wants to," Sabrina cut in. She and Arianna looked at me for some type of response. "No," I said stubbornly. Arianna shot one last glare at me, and then stood and stormed off before I could explain further.
  5. Sabrina looked ready to argue her point, but I just hopped up and followed Arianna out the portrait hole. I had lost sight of her at that point. I continued along the corridor for a bit before deciding to give up on her for the night. She would come around eventually. I turned around and almost bumped into Oliver head-on. "Sorry!" I jumped back in surprise. "Hello, Cassandra. Didn't see you there. Aren't you supposed to be in your common room by now?" he asked a bit sternly. "I got a bit sidetracked. Sister troubles. You wouldn't understand," I said tiredly. He fell into step beside me as I tried to move past. "Well, maybe I can help," he offered cheerfully. "Sure," I scoffed. He looked at me expectantly. "Oh, all right," I conceded. "Arianna wants to join the DA. I don't think she should." I waited for some Oliver-like advice about Quidditch, but instead I just heard a soft chuckle. "You think that's funny?" "No. It's just, well, this is exactly what I was telling you before. You know, when we stopped talking," he explained uncomfortably. I thought back to the argument we had had what seemed like years ago. "Oh. Right." I felt quite stupid; I knew exactly what he meant now that I was in the same position. "You know, you're a lot alike, you and your sister. She's as stubborn as you," he teased, nudging me lightly. "I'm not stubborn. Am I?" All I got was a laugh in response. "Oh, just go polish some broomsticks or something. You're no help," I said, playfully pushing him away. He laughed again, but then became more serious. We both stopped walking, and I looked at Oliver. "Here's some help then. I learned that if you really love someone, you have to let them go. You can't protect them forever. Maybe you should do the same," he said calmly, and then lightly kissed me on the forehead and walked away, leaving me standing dumbfounded in the corridor alone.
  6. I wandered back to the Gryffindor common room, realizing that I still hadn't seen Ron. He was probably getting quite annoyed that I was ignoring him at that point. I mulled over Oliver's words as I walked, realizing that surprisingly, what he had said was true. I couldn't stop Arianna from doing what she believed in. Besides, I didn't want her to stop talking to me like I did with Oliver. After deciding to talk to her the next chance I got, I reentered the Gryffindor common room. Sabrina met me at the entrance. "I know. I'm going to let her join the DA. Can we just drop it?" I asked before she could get her say in. She seemed a bit disappointed that she couldn't unleash a torrent of arguments on me, but then grinned, nodded, and let me go without a fight. At long last, I sat down by Ron, who was bent over an unfinished potions essay. His frustrated expression was replaced with relief when he saw me. "Oh, brilliant. I thought I was going to have to finish this without you," he said, setting his quill down and leaning back to relax. I hit him with a book and he snapped back to attention. "Oh, real romantic, Ron. Besides, I told you I'm not writing your essays," I reminded him. He looked disappointed, but then smiled mischievously. "I need a break then. Shall we go find an empty corridor?" he hinted, moving closer and kissing me suggestively. I smiled, but broke it off and stood up. "Sorry, but I'm late as it is. Unlike you, I actually want to do well on my essays. I'll see you tomorrow," I said, and then left him sitting with the essay he would later copy from Hermione. Ron and schoolwork just didn't get along it seemed.
  7. Over the next couple of days, I managed to tell Arianna my decision. She didn't immediately forgive me, but at least I was back on good terms with her. Besides, she probably would've gone to the next DA session whether I liked it or not. After yet another Quidditch practice, I wandered through the corridors for a bit and came across Neville heading back to the common room as well. "Hello, Neville," I said brightly after a particularly successful practice on the pitch. "Hello, Cassandra. Quidditch again?" he asked, eyeing my blue and bronze Quidditch robes and my treasured Nimbus 2001. "Roger's determined to win the Quidditch Cup. He's almost as bad as Oliver," I complained. "If he was as bad as Oliver, you wouldn't have left the pitch until midnight," Neville said with a smile. I laughed in agreement. We continued to poke fun at Oliver's training methods when our conversation was suddenly broken by a scream. I looked around wildly, quite startled by the noise. I followed the sound down the corridor with Neville at my heels. We ended up at the entrance hall and pushed through some observers to see what was going on. Professor Trelawney was groveling on the stone floor, her belongings thrown by her side. Professor Umbridge was watching, positively relishing her misery. She proceeded to fire Professor Trelawney from her position as Divination professor and commanded her to leave campus. I wasn't all that fond of Professor Trelawney from the year I had spent with her in Divination, but I didn't think she deserved the treatment she was receiving right then. It was a pitiful sight. I looked at Neville, who returned my look of sympathy for the professor and distaste toward Umbridge. In the end, Dumbledore was able to allow Professor Trelawney to stay at Hogwarts, but she would no longer be able to teach. The new Divination professor, he announced as we all turned to look, would be Firenze the centaur. When the half-human, half-horse entered the entrance hall, a burst of excited squeals erupted from most of the girls watching. Everyone else just looked on with interest. "A centaur?" Neville said in surprise, looking down at me for a reaction. I shrugged. "That's Dumbledore for you."
  8. *music826* All right, I'm going to stop there because of what's going to happen next, despite the awkward placement. I'm sorry I didn't include a lot of the guys in this edition. I got a bit carried away with the other characters while I was writing, and I didn't realize how much I had actually written of them until later. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! This is the point where I literally have no idea what happened when, so it's pretty much improvisation from here to the end of the fifth year. Things might start escalating quickly from here as well. I've been writing little segments of the Battle of the Department of Mysteries and I'm getting excited to finish it up and share it with you. Until next time :)

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