The Sacking

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(Hey everyone! Hope you're liking the story so far! I know these last few chapters have been a little bland but I promise, things will start to pick up soon! Stay in tune for the big reveal at the end!)

Katrina's POV

The next morning, Harry filled me and Hermione in on what the diary had shown him. I frowned, not sure what to think. I knew from past experience that the diary was evil, but at the same time, Tom had been there for me when I needed someone to talk to other than Draco, and he couldnt be all bad! right? Maybe I had misread the situation?

We had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate liking for large and monstrous creatures. During our first year at Hogwarts he had tried to raise a dragon in his little wooden house, and it would be a long time before we forgot the giant, three-headed dog he'd christened "Fluffy."

"Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all?" Hermione asked nervously one day.

"That'd be a cheerful visit," said Ron. " 'Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?' "

In the end, we decided that we would not say anything to Hagrid unless there was another attack, and as more and more days went by with no whisper from the disembodied voice, we became hopeful that we would never need to talk to him about why he had been expelled.

It was now several months since the last attack and in March several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made Professor Sprout very happy.

"The moment they start trying to move into each other's pots, we'll know they're fully mature," she told us. "Then we'll be able to revive those poor people in the hospital wing."

Us second years were given something new to think about during our Easter holidays. The time had come to choose our subjects for the third year, a matter that Hermione and I, at least, took very seriously.

"It could affect our whole future," Hermione told Harry and Ron as we a poured over lists of new subjects, marking them with checks.

"I just want to give up Potions," said Harry.

"We can't," said Ron gloomily. "We keep all our old subjects, or I'd've ditched Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But that's very important!" said Hermione, shocked.

"Not the way Lockhart teaches it," said Ron. "I haven't learned anything from him except not to set pixies loose."

I froze as he mentioned Lockhart. Neville had been helping me do my very best to stay away from the man but classes couldn't be avoided and it was becoming pure torture to have to be in the same room as him. Neville kept trying to convince me to tell Harry but I insisted that he didn't need to know. It would just upset him and I didn't see the point of giving him more to worry about when he already had so many things on his mind!

Neville had been sent letters from all the witches and wizards in his family, all giving him different advice on what to choose. Confused and worried, he sat reading the subject lists with his tongue poking out, asking people whether they thought Arithmancy sounded more difficult than the study of Ancient Runes.

I did my best to help him decide, as it was one of the few ways that I could thank him for all of his help.

Dean Thomas ended up closing his eyes and jabbing his wand at the list, then picking the subjects it landed on. Hermione and I took nobody's advice but signed up for everything. I was so excited!

In the end, Harry chose the same new subjects as Ron, I shook my head at this but let it go. It was up to them after all to choose what classes to take next year. Besides classes and Lockhart, I also had Quidditch to worry about. Wood was insisting on team practices every night after dinner, so that I barely had time for anything but Quidditch and homework.

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