What a stupid way to start the year. Mother has taken to having fainting spells (that look utterly fake, in my opinion), and Edmund spent the hols with Dementors in Azkaban. At least I have Hogwarts to look forward to; At least I have Pans and Draco there; I had an invite to New Year's at the Burrow, but I declined due to the state of Mother's ( Read more... )

Susan found herself walking down the still empty streets. It was three in the morning and she couldn't sleep. Touching the wand in her pocket, she thought about how, as a child, she'd wanted to be a great witch like her aunt Amelia. Susan worked hard to get where aunt was, to achieve the level of power that her aunt had--to be able to help a lot of ( Read more... )

They've been picking them out, one by one. Those students who call themselves Dumbledore's Army. Potter, of course, belonged to the Dark Lord. All the others were target practice.

~~~Hermione rarely broke the rules, but today was one that called for rule-breaking. Nobody wanted to tell her anything about Seamus disappearance--not death, for she ( Read more... )

It wasn't easy to close the case. Dennis Riley knew the boy personally, and his mother was a good friend.

The boy was willing and brave, and a bit muleheaded, but he had potential.

The story was buried at the back of The Daily Prophet, but news had gone around the Ministry, eventually to Hogwarts, and Riley didn't have to keep the lad's ( Read more... )

They've arrested Edmund ( Read more... )

Oh Merlin ( Read more... )

I just came in from the Greengrass residence. I refer to it that way now because it never really felt like home anyway. I'm here at the new flat. Pansy won't be in till next week, and Mill would be in and out for the meantime, so I have the place to myself. I've been puttering about, arranging the furniture and everything. So far, I've been ( Read more... )

Pansy is now with us at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley is fussing over her. The poor dear has been traumatized. Ginny and Romilda and I made room for her, and got all the comfort food we need. She'll be up in here a bit ( Read more... )

I'm at Charlie's house. Yes, the Burrow. I am using Draco's computer and sitting on his bed, with Ginny's favorite afghan around my shoulders. This place isn't so bad, really. I was most surprised with the welcome I received. I expected a less exuberant reception, considering I am practically stranger, but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were really--nice ( Read more... )

For the record, I hate my mother right now. Must she drag me everywhere? ARGH. I have not have had even a minute to myself in the last two weeks, let alone for Charlie. Budapest, Bern, Berlin, Rome and Biarritz flew by. I am so tired ( Read more... )