The Other Potter: Book 6

Probably the most random & bipolar chapter ever.

“Get out! Get out of my bed!” Hermione shouted at me the next morning.

“And fall into my arms instead.” I sang back.

“What?”

“Didn’t you ever listen to One Direction?” I yawned, falling on to the floor and dragging all of her blankets with me.

“What’s One Direction?” she asked.

“You’re the worst muggle born I’ve ever met.” I told her.

“Thanks.” She smiled back.

We went down to breakfast and I had cereal.

I never have cereal.

It was unusual.

Harry told us some crap about how he had to get a memory off Professor Slughorn. I stopped listening, because shit about Voldemort is really boring.

“Willow,” said McGonagall’s voice from behind me.

“Sup?”

“You’re meant to be at St. Mungo’s today.”

“I think I’ve meant to be there heaps of times...” I admitted.

“No, Dumbledore said you were starting in the new year.” She said.

“I don’t think he did-“

“DON’T BACKCHAT ME!” she shouted, and I had to refrain from laughing in awkwardness. “Just go and use the fire in my office, now.”

I abandoned my cereal, and wandered up with her to her office. Just before we entered she burst into tears.

I’M SO NOT FUCKING GOOD WITH PEOPLE CRYING.

I’M THE WORST COUCILLOR EVER.

ACCIO COUNCILLOR

IT DIDN’T WORK.

UGHH

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, but the look in her eyes said it all. “Ruby?”

She nodded and pushed a letter across her desk towards me.

Oh wow, this is awkward.

What the hell.

I hope she isn’t dead...

I looked at the letter:

Dear Minerva McGonagall,

Hello. This feels quite surreal. You know, speaking to you after all these years. I’m nineteen now, it’s probably been the longest nine years of my life. I’ve got people with me, so I’m not alone. They’re my friends – no they’re closer than that. They’re my family.

I don’t know if I deserve to have you as my mother anymore. I mean, I ran away and left you. I’m sorry for that, I really am. But, I’ve found something out in these last few years. I’m magical. So are my friends. We all just found each other the day we ran away. It’s weird, you know?

I’m writing this to you, just so you know that I’m okay. I’m sorry for what I put you through. I’m sorry for everything. There’s something bad coming, isn’t there? It’s like I can sense it. It’s all uneasy. I remember you spoke to me about that evil guy, you-know-who. It’s him, isn’t it? He’s out there...

We’re gonna fight him. We’re gonna win. My friend Kellie says that good always wins over evil, otherwise the story is crap. Let’s hope she’s right. For all of our sakes. I love you, and I always think of you.