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AN: YAY! Chapter two is now up!!! :D YAY!!! Anyway. I hope you like this chapter. And I would just like to say that this story is pretty much written for Yoshi_Kitten cause without her support it wouldn't even be up yet. She was very helpful, encouraging and supportive!

Piper Weasley


Back to Hogwarts

Harry and Hermione returned to the Burrow for the last few days of the summer. April spent most of the days out on the back lawn reading her new school books. She had already crossed out things in her Advanced Potion-Making and written in her own corrections. She only received one letter, the day before she left for school.

Dear April,
I hope you don’t stay mad at me about what I did in Knockturn Alley. Don’t hold it against me. I do trust you, believe me, I do. I’m just not used to having someone to trust.
I will be in the front train, the usual compartment, if you still want to join me on the trip to Hogwarts.
Draco A. Malfoy

She had it tucked tightly in her pocket. Reading every few hours, wondering whether she should join him on the train or not. She still didn’t know what to make of what happened in the alley. She felt bad about accusing him of joining the Death Eaters. But he never told me he wasn’t, she thought, a few times she would say it out loud without realizing.

“April, darling,” this was her father, although she hasn’t called him that in five years, since she found out she was adopted, “time for supper.”

She closed her book and stood up. The sun was setting quickly in the distance. She loved this time of the day, it reminded her so much of that day she met Draco. She entered the kitchen and found the table set for four.

“Is someone joining us?” she asked as she placed her book on the counter.

“I hope you don’t mind,” her mother said, “your friend sent us a letter yesterday. I must say, I’m still not used to the owls. But we invited him for dinner.”

There was a knock at the front door, “I’ll get it,” April said as she quickly left the room.

She pulled the front door open slowly. She looked up at the boy’s face. His face was much softer than it was when she saw him last.

“April, I’m-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Draco,” she pulled the door open farther to let him enter, “come in.”

He stepped inside the small house, much smaller than what he is used to. He was not used to a Muggle house, none of the pictures were moving. He stared at one for a long while.

“That’s me when I was five,” April said as she stood next to him, “it’s a bicycle.”

“A what?”

She laughed, “a bicycle, it is kind of like a broom, only you stay on the ground.”

That was the only way she could think of explaining it. She smiled, laughing again when she realized he didn’t understand.

“Supper!” my mother said from the kitchen.

“Come on,” April said, “or she will start complaining about the food getting cold.”

He followed her into the kitchen. She pointed to the chair for him to sit. April’s mother came and filled their plates with chicken legs and potatoes.

“Thank you Mrs. Jamison,” Draco said after his plate had been filled.

“Thank you for joining us,” she said as she sat down.

“Looking forward to the new term?” April’s father asked Draco, “We know April is, she hasn’t put that book down since she bought it.”

“I am looking forward to this year,” he said looking sideways at April, “did you finish the book?”

“Yes,” she told him, “twice.”

“That is all she has done,” Mrs. Jamison told him, “she got back from shopping, and hasn’t put that book down, except to eat.”

April suddenly became interested in pushing her potatoes around her plate. She was sure she knew what he was thinking but she didn’t want to tell him she knew. She had been thinking about that day in the alley every day.

“Really?” he looked at April.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. April busied herself with clearing the dishes after everyone had finished.

“We will get this, darling,” her father said taking the plates from her, “go talk to your friend.”

Draco had walked to the door leading to the backyard. He looked out at the plants. He was obviously trying to figure out why they didn’t move, or attack anything that came near them.

“Let’s go outside,” April said grabbing her book off the counter and leading him though the door.

The air was warm. A light breeze carried the smell of roses to their noses. She spun in a circle, her skirt getting caught in the wind blowing around her knees. The sun was now completely hidden behind the mountains in the distance giving the sky a slight red glow. She smiled as she took in the sight of the warm colored sky and dark mountains.

“How do you live here?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Everything is so,” he looked around, “boring.”

“It’s not boring,” she looked up at him, “Look at how the wind makes the trees move. This isn’t boring, it’s natural.”

“This is not natural,” he told her.

“Well, maybe not for you,” she pulled her book closer to her chest, “but it is for me.”

“You are a very strange girl,” he looked at her for the first time since coming outside, “you know that right?”

“Well, to be fair, you are strange to me.”

“Are you calling me strange?”

“Yes I am,” she smiled again.

“How am I the strange one?”

“Do you do anything without magic?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t use magic for everything,” she told him, “it feels good to do things without it. You can actually appreciate everything you do.”

“You say that, but how does that make me strange?”

“Fine,” she said her hands falling to her sides, “I don’t care if you think I am strange. It just makes me who I am.”

A slight smile spread across his sharp face.

“What?” she asked as her smile faded.

“Nothing,” his eyes drift to the ground.

It was a long time before either said anything. She was confused, and she didn’t like it. Her thoughts drifted away, I wonder what he was thinking, she thought, I can never tell what he is thinking. Maybe that is how he wants it. She took a deep breath, still looking away from the boy in front of her.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

This broke her train of thought, catching her off guard, “What?”

“Are you ok?” he said it much slower this time.


“You just seem kind of sad.”

“Sorry,” she told him, “so have you read any of your books yet?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Never mind,” she turned her back to him, taking in the sweet rose smell.

“I’m sorry I haven’t trusted you lately,” he said suddenly.

She turned back to him and her book dropped to the ground. She left it where it landed and went to sit on the garden bench. After a few moments of silence he sat next to her.

“Is it true?” she asked, staring blankly at the bushes across the lawn.

“That I trust you,” he sat next to her, “of course I do.”

“No,” she turned toward him, her hands gripping the bench on either side of her, she wasn’t angry, she just needed to stop her hands from shaking uncontrollably, “what you wrote in the letter.”

She pulled the parchment out of her pocket and handed it to him.

“Do you really have no one to trust?”

“Only you,” he opened the letter and read through it slowly, “I sound really pathetic in this letter.”

“Draco,” she said but he held a hand up to stop her.

“I should be going,” he stood up, “will I see you on the train?”

“Of course.”

He took a few steps when his foot hit her book. He picked it up off the ground, handing it to her before leaving her alone on the bench.

She sat alone for a long while, her fingers softly tracing the edge of her book. As the sun fell behind the treetops in front of her the sun’s light was lost.

She continued to sit, softly touching her book in the complete darkness. It was only when the air started getting much colder that she decided to stand up and walk to the back door of her house. She stepped into the kitchen where her parents were just finishing the last of the dishes.

“Did he leave?” her mother said looking over her shoulder, “I was hoping to send him home with some leftover pie.”

“I’m going to go to bed,” I walked toward the stairs, “we have to get up early so I make it to the train on time.”

The train left right at eleven as usual, thick dark clouds hanging low in the sky. April and Draco sat in the compartment with Blaise Zabini, his only friend other than April. None of them said anything most of the trip. The sky outside grew darker and darker the closer they got to Hogwarts. And as the train moved down the tracks April read her potions book, holding it only a few inches from her face.

She looked up at Draco. He has his face turned to the window with a look of deep thought on his face.

He had changed since she saw him the previous day. He seemed much more uneasy, like he had something on his mind that he wish he could stop thinking about. She looked at Blaise sitting next to her. He had a copy of the Daily Prophet open across his lap. The caption across the page caught her attention, but she quickly lost interest as the whole compartment filled with black smoke.

“What is this?” Draco said loudly.

“Calm down, Draco. It’s just black smoke from Fred and George’s shop,” April said, Draco was standing full alert, “you should sit down. We’ll be at Hogwarts soon.”

He sat down, and April closed the compartment door.

“Hogwarts,” he said, “If I had to continue for another two years, I would surely kill myself.”

“What do you mean?” April didn’t know what he was talking about, but knew something was bothering him.

She watched him closely as his eyes glanced toward the luggage rack above her before looking back at his two friends.

“I don’t think I will be wasting my time in these juvenile classes next year,” Blaise let out a soft laugh, “Amused, let’s see what you think later.”

What was left of the train ride was silent, and when the train finally did pull into the station, Draco insisted on waiting behind while Blaise and April stepped out onto the platform. April caught up with Ron and Hermione just as rain started to fall. She pulled the scarf she was wearing tighter around her neck.

“What are you wearing that for?” Ron pointed at the scarf around her neck.

“I was cold on the train,” she told him, “Draco gave it to me to stay warm.”

She pulled the green scarf a little tighter as they climbed into a carriage.

“Have you seen Harry?” Hermione asked.

“No, I thought he was with you?”

The carriage lunged forward as they began the short ride to the castle, the gravel crunching loudly under the tires. Ron, Hermione and April stayed quiet the whole way to the castle, but Ron threw her angry looks every few minutes. He had never gotten over the fact that she was friends with both Harry and Draco. But he knew that there was nothing he could do to change it. So he would sit in silence looking nervously at her. She got used to him doing this, and she knew he wouldn’t do anything to her because he didn’t want his best friend to be angry at him.

April held her potions book close to her chest as she looked out the window of the carriage. Hermione sat with her nose in her Arithmancy book. Ron had decided to sit with his head against the door and his hands shoved deeply in his pockets. The carriage stopped very suddenly and Ron jerked opened the door. The group stepped out into the rain, pulling their jackets and scarves tighter around them.

AN: Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think. :D

Piper Weasley

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