Chapter Thirty Four

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*SEVENTH YEAR*

**Part 1**

You layed in bed, staring at the ceiling. You had no plans of getting up. You didn't even have a reason to. It was very early in the morning, so you mum and brother were still asleep.

That day would have been the day you would have gone back to Hogwarts. The very first day of the seventh year.

But you weren't going.

Your mum didn't want you to go back. She didn't even send your little brother. It would have been his first year.

"He's going to be homeschooled. Just not now. Not with everything that's going on." She told you.

You didn't argue with her. You didn't want your brother over there. And you didn't want to be over there.

There was so many painful memories of HIM over there. Bitter sweet memories.

Now the memory of your first kiss with Draco was tainted.

Because it took place in the Astronomy Tower where Dumbledore was killed..

Harry wrote to you over the summer. He told you everything. He told you that he suspected Draco was a deatheater from the beginning. That Voldemort gave him the task to kill Dumbledore. That Draco wasn't going to do it, since Harry witnessed everything.
He was lowering his wand. He wasn't going to do it. He didn't have the heart, Harry wrote.

In the end, it was Snape who did it. And now the man who killed Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Pretty ironic, it was. The man who killed the headmaster became headmaster.

You decided to go back to sleep. It was too early to be roaming about the mansion you lived in. So what better thing to do than sleep?..

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You woke up to the sound of knocking on your door.

"Come in." You called.

Your house elf came in. Your family was always kind to him. You actually got him when you were about three years old and your father let you name him..

"Goodmorning, Chicken."

You were little. Everything was chicken to you until you turned five. Your mother and father had a fit of laughter when you named the elf, but they accepted it.

"Goodmorning, Miss (y/n). I came to let you know that breakfast is ready."

Chicken was a friend of Dobby. You knew exactly who Dobby belonged to and he would sneak visits to your home to visit and play with Chicken. Your family never minded. They loved Dobby. When your father died, your mum told you that Dobby went over to pay respects and comfort her.

Dobby was so sweet. Even now, as a free elf, he visits Chicken. Not that Chicken isn't a free elf. You gave him clothes long ago. He just stays because you, your mum, and your brother were his family. He loved you all.

Chicken eats with you all at the table at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You even help him in the kitchen.

Dobby and Chicken look very much alike, except Chicken has purple eyes instead of bright green like Dobby.

You thanked Chicken and he left. You got out of bed and got dressed.

You went downstairs to the dining room where your mother, your brother Tommy, and Chicken were already eating.

You sat next to Tommy. There was an envelope on the table.

You pointed to it. "What's that?"

"It's an invitation. For you, from the Weasleys."

You got it and opened it up.

"It says : Dear (y/n) (l/n),
You have been invited to Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour's wedding tomorrow. Ceremony will take place in Weasley residence. We hope to see you there.
- Fred, George, Fleur, Bill, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and Ginny."

Your mother smiled. "Are you going?"

You shrugged. "Can I?"

Your mum nodded. You smiled.

"Then yes. I won't miss an opportunity to see my friends."

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The wedding was spectacular. You admired Fleur's dress. There was so much dancing.

"Having fun there?"

You turned around.

"Fred! George!" You hugged them, then looked at George.

"Why is your head all bandaged?"

"Took a nasty curse. My ear was bad, but it's alright. I felt saint-like."

You laughed. "Saint-like?"

George nodded. "Yeah, there was a hole in my ear. I was holy."

You facepalmed and laughed.

"I told him that was the lamest joke ever." Fred said.

God, you missed these guys.

"Hey, no fair! You can't hog up our friend!"

You turned around once again.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" You hugged them each.

"Hey! How are you?" Hermione asked.

"I'm okay. You?"

"Could be better."

You gave a nod of understanding.

"The night's gorgeous, isn't it?" Ron asked.

"Really Ron?" Fred and George said.

"Yes, it is." You replied, laughing.

Suddenly, a ball of white blue-ish light came in.

You stepped back along with Fred and George. Many images of people running in terror were shown. Then a voice was heard.

"The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming."

You were terrified.

Then, a swarm of deatheaters attacked the place. Harry, Hermione and Ron ran. You tried to run but three deatheaters surrounded you.

One of them stepped forward. "I recognize this one. I seen her with Malfoy's son many times while watching over him last year."

You looked for any way out. There wasn't any.

"Let's take this one." The deatheater said.

"Where to?" One asked.

"To Malfoy Manor, of course."


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