LAST CALL FOR CONTEST (Pyra Potter) | Comments

"He's not.." "Not what? Not like those thugs who you call "friends" who cater to your every whim?" The carriage jolted. You had arrived at Hogmeade. Although the trip had only taken a matter of minutes, it had felt like a matter of hours. As you were eager to rush out of the carriage since you felt you had heard enough. As you left Draco behind, he muttered his answer. "He's not worth your time. None of them are". With your broken wand, you headed to the first place on your errand list. Ollivanders. It wasn't as busy at it normally was. You finally had gotten the attention of Garrick. "What can I do for you mrs. ____________" "I need to have my wand repaired. There was an incident". Garrick examined your broken wand. "This looks rather critical. I'll see what I can do. For now, I'd suggest buying another wand". You searched around the shop trying all the wands that could be tried. But no such luck. No wand was compatible. You then decided to forget about all of the wand malfunctions and headed towards the Three Broomsticks, deciding that you could use a pint. Of butter beer, of course. You entered the Three Broomsticks to find several girls surrounding a table. Pushing several people out of the way, you found Harry and the infamous Gildrey Lockhart apparently answering fan mail. "Need a hand?"

The others included Harry, the twins, Hermoine, Ron, Neville, and Draco with expressions that could only be described as frightened and worried. "______! You've been out for days. Are you all right?" Harry reached to touch your shoulder for comfort, but it only had the opposite effect. You shrank away from him, not wanting that to happen again and most certainly not intending to hurt his feelings. He looked hurt and kept his hands to himself. You hugged your legs as the memories flooded back in. Although surrounded by friends, never had you felt so alone. "No". You responded. "I'm most definitely not all right".

You offered. Harry perked up when he saw you. "______! Great to see you. I have to answer all this fan mail while Lockhart gloats more about himself". You sit down in the vacant chair at the table and began assisting Harry even though he's in "detention" and shouldn't be receiving help. There couldn't be anything worse than being with Lockhart all day. To you, it was the ultimate punishment. The girls swooned over Lockhart when he would do as much as lift a pinky. When sorting the fan mail into locations and which ones had been responded to, your hands touched. This would've made you blush a little. Unfortunately, you didn't have the opportunity to blush, as you were shocked as you normally would when you came into contact with Harry. This became a normally occurance with the letter sorting.

Before you knew it, time had flown by quickly and it was time for the hogsmeade trip once again. Classes had been relatively easily, even Snape's class. Although you would've loved to have had spent time with Hermoine and the rest of the golden trio, they were rather busy at the moment. Hermoine had several tests coming up for her classes that she claimed she "needed to study for". But knowing Hermoine, she'd ace the next test. You had insisted she come with you on this trip, but even if you tried grabbing her legs and pulling her away from the desk with books so high they were toppling over, you knew that there was no way you would be able to separate the two. Harry and Ron had detention today, so you assumed they wouldn't be allowed near Hogsmeade today. Alone you sat in the carriage, somewhat enjoying the silence. Ever since Hogwarts, it had been hard to have these little moments to yourself. A block away Neville could be seen running towards the carriage. By now, most of the others were probably full. Neville stepped inside. "Is this seat taken?" "It's not. Go ahead". Although the silence had been nice, Neville was one of those people that you could talk to and say almost anything. "Why did you bring your wand?" He slightly tilted his head which was probably filled with curiousity seeing that it had quite a bit of tape wrapped around the area that my wand had broken at. "I need to repair it. It kind of snapped in two". "Really? That doesn't happen very often. How'd it happen? if you don't mind my asking". "It's kind of a long story". Neville looked at your surroundings. The carriage still hadn't left yet. "I have time". The next people to join the carriage was Crabbe and Goyle, followed by Draco. Without asking, Crabbe and Goyle sat with Neville squished in between them. Neville stiffened. You had your suspicions that Neville hadn't been treated too well by them. He looked as though he were holding back a scream. That could've been because he was either scared,

You began to notice something when you brushed hands with Harry. The shocks were becoming stronger at no gradual rate. "Perry, be a dear and get me a butter beer" said Lockhart who waved his hand towards the counter. "Harry". Harry said firmly. "What's that, Terry?" At the look on Harry's face, he had definitely given up. "I'll get the butter beer". You volunteered. With an almost overflowing mug of butterbeer, you were watching the mug more than your steps, which most likely caused you to trip on a loose floor board and trip. The butter beer luckily landed on the table but you found yourself falling and caught midair by Harry. This scene also would've caused you to blush, but the overbearing shock distracted you from this. The shock lasted longer as well. It felt as though you were an animal that had escaped the perimeters of an electric fence and the collar had been turned on the highest setting. A blinding white light soon came after. You saw a images. First blurry, and then clearer. Images of your parents. Your distant memories now forgotten. All of them happy, except the last one. Your parents, several dark figures, and an unhealthily pale man with no nostrils. The memory ended with two killing curses and several screeches. Like fog, the memory cleared away and you were brought to your senses especially when you heard the grossest thing ever possible. Lockhart stepped out from the crowd. "It appears she isn't waking up. Allow me to revive her". Your eyes flew open just in time. Lockhart began to pucker his lips. Using your foot, and the others, you pushed him away. He began to kiss the bottom of your shoe, which you were pretty sure had mint gum stuck to the bottom. You assessed the room. It was the hospital wing in Hogwarts. 'but how?' You thought. 'I could've only been out for a couple of minutes. So how is it possible that there was enough time to bring me here?'. The others included Harry, the twins, Hermoine, Ron, Neville, and Draco with expressions that

That could've been because he was either scared, couldn't breathe (when I say he was squished, I definitely mean it), or Crabbe and Goyle smelled. They didn't exactly smell like flowers. It honestly could've been any of those. Maybe even all three. "Hello ______, it's been a while". Said Draco. "Not really. I saw you yesterday". "Still as sharp as always, I see". He smirked as he usually did. Neville still appeared utterly uncomfortable and looked as though he were about to scream any second. His face had turned a couple shades of purple and pink. The smell probably got to him. "Hey Crabbe, Goyle. I told Pansy she could sit with us. She's bringing healthy food, like celery and carrots". Nothing frightened Crabbe and Goyle more than Pansy and the sight of something healthy. They left with more speed than you thought they'd ever be capable of. "So much for your goons. Neville, are you okay?" He looked a little more at ease, but he was shaking. He was eyeing Draco like they were in a predator-prey relationship. "Pansy? I hate that girl. She's so clingy and that voice... Why would you invite her? You hate her". That couldn't have had been said more clearly. "You were just trying to get rid of Crabbe and Goyle, right?" "Now you're catching on. Why is Neville so afraid of you?" When Draco glanced at Neville, he shrunk in his seat and scooted into the corner closest to the window. "I have no idea. We're best friends, aren't we Neville?" Draco placed his hand on Neville's shoulder. He jumped from his seat and ran out of the compartment. In the distance, there was a faint sound of a girl screaming. 'I wonder....' you thought. Only then, did the carriage begin moving. The driver most likely got sick of waiting for the carriage to fill up. "Could you do me a favor?" You asked. "Anything". "Could you keep Crabbe and Goyle from bullying Neville? He's a good person even though he may be a bit of an introvert". The word "introvert" was definitely used lightly. "Why do you care abo

I'd like to ask a couple questions regarding your contest (I'd love to participate especially since I'm still awaiting the answer to the fate of the Girl Who Lived).

1. It can be about anything, right? (It can be related to Harry and the shocking, right?) (I just wanted to make sure if I could write about that and you didn't have anything planned)

2. This is about the "Your strange life at Hogwarts right?"

3. Is there any criteria it needs to meet (like length?)

For now, I'll begin writing and adjust it to your answer.

I actually had an idea about the wand. I was reading online and found that you can craft your own wand if you bring a material to a wandmaker.

Anyway, on the next trip, the heroine finds that the wand is unable to be fixed. And since none of the other wands really fit the heroine, she could probably craft her own with a material she finds one day.

Right. But didn't the heroine go to hogsmeade in the last chapter? It was probably the train they took to get there. That's fine. Use it wherever you want. But there may be a couple parts that you need to edit according to theheroine of your other series

Cool. I guess I'll just contact you through that when you get one. It has a messaging system which definitely comes in handy and uploading is a piece of cake

Cool. I might bounce a couple ideas off you in the future (if you don't mind spoilers). If you ever need ideas or help or whatever, contact me on my page or something.

Sorry. Lemme repost that. I'm currently doing this on my phone and the number of characters prevented me from just posting the entire thing

That's great! I think I probably will continue the Girl Who Lived. When writing this, I found myself really enjoying writing.

Sorry if i do this out of order. Emma Neves. Huffelfuff. Mudblood. Blonde hair green eyes. She secretly has a crush on ron. Funny and sweet.

First one? That's all the same scene/several scenes. Sorry about that. I passed the 2000 word limit so parts got cut off and I had to copy and paste

And, how would you like it submitted? On this comments section or somewhere else?

I suppose it changes when it's not your story

After that, then it goes, "I offered"