Hogwarts Part 6

In this quiz, you can become a part of Hogwarts. Join Harry's adventures and meet the beloved characters of Harry Potter, along with some new ones as the story progresses. Starting in your third year, you can experience Hogwarts life for yourself.

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, and Oliver Wood.

Created by: music826
  1. Just a forewarning: this part contains quite a bit of Oliver. *Recap* Last time was a bit crazy. Oliver asked you to accompany him to Hogsmeade, but you couldn't go. On the day of the visit to the village, you had a brief encounter with Harry in the castle, and you discovered an old note your father had left for you, along with an enchanted bronze eagle named Felix. That night on Halloween, Sirius Black was spotted in the castle and everyone was forced to move to the Great Hall. Throughout the night, you talked with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, and even had a brief encounter with Draco.
  2. The next few weeks passed without much incident. Students were still talking about Sirius Black, Hufflepuff won the first Quidditch game of the season, and I still hadn't talked to Oliver since the day before Halloween. Not that I had much of a chance with the amount of homework I was being swamped with. The second visit to Hogsmeade came right before Christmas break, and everyone but Harry and I seemed to be going again. Resigned to that fact, I headed out for the library early that morning, intending to finish an essay I hadn't had the opportunity to do before. Unfortunately, I only ended up falling asleep from a lack of rest, using my book as a pillow. As I was slipping into unconsciousness, someone grabbed my arms from behind.
  3. Instantly awake, I looked around frantically as I was pulled away from my chair. "You're coming with us," two voices said simultaneously. Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older twin brothers, had each taken one of my arms and were dragging me towards the library door. "What are you doing? I need my essay!" I protested, scrambling to keep up. "You'll thank us later," they said together. "I can walk myself, thanks," I said irritably, jerking my arms from their grip. They shrugged indifferently and led me all the way to the third floor corridor, right next to a statue of a hump-backed, one-eyed witch. Harry was standing by it, looking over an old piece of parchment curiously. He looked up as we approached. "Hello, Cassandra," he said cheerfully. "What's going on?" I demanded angrily, annoyed at being forced there without an explanation. Harry looked at me sheepishly. "We're going to Hogsmeade," he said.
  4. I looked at him blankly. "We don't have permission forms," I said flatly. "Explain," he said, gesturing to the Weasley twins. Fred took the piece of parchment from Harry's hands. "This is the Marauder's Map," he said. Over the next minute or so, they began to explain how it showed where everyone was in the castle, and how there were secret tunnels that led out of the castle. One led to Hogsmeade. Their explanation was a bit difficult to follow, since they were switching off every few words. "So we're going to Hogsmeade?" I asked excitedly, my annoyance beginning to fade. "Slow one, aren't you?" George said teasingly, and I glared at him. "So how do we get there?" I asked. "Shall we do the honors, Fred?" George asked. "I believe we should, George," Fred responded. He pulled out his wand with a flourish. "Dissendium!" he said, and the hump of the witch statue opened. "Oh, and you're going on a date with Oliver when you get there. He's at the Three Broomsticks," George said with a grin.
  5. I stared at them in pure shock. "I can't do that! I'm not properly dressed, and I have to finish my essay, and..." I trailed off uncertainly. Fred grinned. "Off you go," he said, and ushered me into the entrance while I protested. "Guys, stop! I'm not going!" I said, but they pushed me into a dark tunnel. Harry was right behind, and they closed the opening a moment later. I pounded on the wall, shouting curses to the air. Harry looked at me in concern. "Don't you want to go to Hogsmeade?" he asked. "Well, yes," I said, calming down a bit. "I'm just not sure about seeing Oliver," I said, and I felt my cheeks go pink. We both stood awkwardly for a moment. "But I can decide when I get there," I said, relieving the tension by pushing Harry down the stone slide just inside the entrance. "Hey!" he yelled as his dark figure disappeared down the long tunnel. Laughing, I went down myself. A short distance later, I crashed into him at the bottom, mumbling apologies as we disentangled ourselves. After what seemed like a lifetime walking through the tunnel and climbing stone stairs, we reached Honeydukes.
  6. After dodging our way through the basement, we found Ron and Hermione browsing through candy. They looked quite surprised when they saw us. After a couple of moments, Harry looked at me uncertainly. "Well, I suppose you'd better go, then," he said. "Go where?" Ron asked curiously. "Date with Oliver," Harry said shortly. While Hermione squealed with delight, Ron dropped a jar of candy in shock. I pulled out my wand and repaired it instantly, replacing it back on the shelf. "A date? With Oliver?" he burst out disbelievingly. I nodded sheepishly. "Are you mad? He's a seventh year! He's the Gryffindor Quidditch captain!" he said loudly. Quite a few people looked our way. I was a bit irritated. "It's not up to you to decide whom I can and can't go out with," I said defensively, looking at him with an icy expression. "That's disgusting, that is. He's four years older than you!" he continued. I wrapped my fingers around my wand, ready to jinx him if he went any farther. He opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione dragged him away, just a second before I decided to use a curse on him. "Shut up, Ron," she muttered angrily as they passed. Still angry, I turned to Harry. "Tell Ron that I'll be with Oliver," I said, and then stormed out of the shop.
  7. I stepped out into the chilly wind, my mind still whirling with what had just happened. Ron didn't have any right to speak to me like that. I didn't even know him that well. I shivered uncomfortably in the cold wind. I was only clad in a thin blue sweater and a pair of jeans because the twins hadn't given me an opportunity to get anything else. After trudging through the snow for a time, I finally decided to face my fears and go to The Three Broomsticks. I entered the building apprehensively, scanning the warm room for Oliver. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice that I wasn't supposed to be there. I spotted him sitting at a table across the room. He looked nervous, and it only made my heart beat faster. Legs shaking, I walked over.
  8. "Hi, Oliver," my voice came out weak and high-pitched. He jumped, knocking over a mug of Butterbeer in front of him. "Oh, hello, Cassandra, I, uh, I didn't think you were coming..." he rambled, futilely trying to clean up the mess with his hands. I smiled nervously and cleaned up the mess with my wand. I seemed to be doing that quite a bit. "Well, here I am," I said, perching myself on a seat across from him. He flashed me a small smile. "Fred and George set this up to cheer me up. I'm sorry if you didn't want to...didn't want to come..." he trailed off awkwardly. I was at a loss for words. "No...I did. I just didn't think I could..." I said, and his eyes seemed to light up again. "I'm glad I came, though," I said, smiling. The atmosphere became a bit less awkward. "You look great, by the way," he said politely. I laughed derisively. "Fred and George didn't give me any time to dress properly," I said. "It doesn't matter. You always look great," he said. I shifted uncomfortably and quickly changed the subject to Quidditch. That got him talking soon enough. As he ordered me a Butterbeer, I quickly warmed up to the occasion, pitching into the conversation more and more. About an hour later, we left the shop, laughing and talking just like we did at the castle before Halloween. He took my hand, and it felt oddly comfortable as he led me to the Shrieking Shack.
  9. We spent some time looking at the old, derelict building, and then moved away to walk through the snow-covered grass. It was suddenly silent, and I was uncomfortably aware of exactly how secluded it was there. Oliver came to a stop, and turned to look me directly in the eyes. I stood frozen under his gaze, unsure of what to do. "I really like you, Cassandra," he said in barely a whisper. His face was coming closer at an alarming rate, and a warm pressure touched my lips a moment later.
  10. The kiss was broken an instant later. A large ball of snow hit Oliver on the back of his head. He looked around angrily. His eyes came to rest on Draco and two of his friends, snickering just a short distance away. Though I was irritated, Oliver seemed to be beside himself with anger. As he stormed over to them, ready to retaliate, I hurried over in his midst, hoping to prevent a conflict. Unfortunately, something much worse occurred. "Hello, Levell. Aren't you supposed to be back at the castle?" Draco asked with a smirk. I stiffened up in surprise. In my distraction with Oliver, I had totally forgotten that I was supposed to be at Hogwarts. "N-no," I said, but it was completely obvious I was lying. Draco looked at me indecisively for a moment, seeming to be debating something, but then he ran off towards the castle to turn me in. "I've got to go. We'll talk later," I said to Oliver, and sprinted off to Honeydukes, leaving him standing in the snow by himself.
  11. In my desperation, I stumbled all the way back to Hogwarts in about half the time it took on the way to Hogsmeade. By the time I tumbled out of the opening in the witch statue, I was out of breath and my clothes were a mess. I closed up the hole and walked down the corridor as casually as I could, feeling as if I may have gotten to the castle in time. However, to my horror, Professor Snape came around the corner at that exact moment. His mouth curved into a slight smile. "Ah, Miss Levell. Mister Malfoy has just told me a most interesting story. He ran into both you and Mister Potter's head in Hogsmeade. As I understand, you have both failed to present signed permission forms, am I correct?" he asked. I nodded reluctantly. "So how exactly did Mister Malfoy run into you in Hogsmeade then?" he asked, smiling as if he knew he had won. "He didn't. I wasn't there. I was...in the library. Finishing the essay you assigned, professor," I said quickly. "Is that so? Can anyone confirm this claim?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Maybe it was sheer luck, but Neville walked by at that exact moment. "Neville!" I cried desperately. His head jerked up in shock. Professor Snape beckoned him over. "Mister Longbottom, have you seen Miss Levell at all today?" he asked. I looked at him pleadingly, trying to silently convey to him that he should say yes. Neville hesitated, and then nodded. "Did you see her in the library?" he asked. Neville nodded. "Y-yes, sir. I was with her all day," he said nervously. Professor Snape looked at us both with his cold gaze, and then seemed to reach a decision. "Very well," he said shortly, and strode away in disappointment.
  12. As soon as his figure disappeared down the corridor, I threw my arms around Neville's neck in thanks. He went bright pink at the contact. "You have no idea how much you just saved me!" I exclaimed, and then launched into a vague explanation of my adventures in Hogsmeade. I cut out the Marauder's Map and my date with Oliver, but I trusted him enough to tell him that I had snuck out of the castle. By the time I was finished, Neville's eyes were wide and his face was pale. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Ron came sprinting around the corner. All thoughts of our argument from earlier on gone, I stopped him. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Harry...in Hogsmeade...Draco knows...got to go help..." he panted. As he ran off, I turned to Neville again. "Why don't we just forget this ever happened?" I suggested in exhaustion, feeling an overwhelming need to pretend all of the events of the last hour had never occurred. He nodded silently, and then walked off towards the Gryffindor common room. Following suit, I headed to my own common room and collapsed into bed for the rest of the night.
  13. Ultimately, everything seemed to work itself out. Harry, thankfully, was able to talk his way out of his situation with Ron's help, Snape was no more unpleasant than usual during Potions, and Draco didn't say one more word about my visit to Hogsmeade. I just had one more thing to work out for myself. On the morning of the departure for the holidays, I found Oliver in the crowd to leave. "Oh, hello, Cassandra," he said a bit hesitantly as I approached. "Hi, Oliver," I replied, looking at the floor awkwardly. "So, er, about Hogsmeade..." I started off uncertainly. "Oh, I understand. It's fine. Just pretend it never happened," he said, waving it off as if it meant nothing, but I could tell it bothered him. "That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say...I'm willing to give it a shot if you are," I said, putting it all out there in one massive effort. He immediately lit up in that familiar way I had seen so many times. "Yes! I mean, yeah, that would be great. You won't regret this!" he said as he boarded the train. I smiled at his enthusiasm. "Don't go kissing anyone under the mistletoe, now," I warned him jokingly. He grinned and disappeared into the train with a new spring in his step. As soon as the crimson train disappeared, I headed back into the castle, still questioning my decision to give him a chance.
  14. *music826* Wow, that was a long one. I've just realized that I seem to be incapable of creating a romantic scene that isn't awkward. I'm working on it, though. Anyway, I included more guys than I had originally planned, so I'm happy about that. I hope you liked it, and for those of you who don't like Oliver, I'm sorry. Everyone will get their chance, but Oliver's always seems to be third year because that's the only year he's at Hogwarts. The next edition is Christmas, so I'm excited, even though I have no idea what I'm doing for it. Until next time :)

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