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The next day was a slow day for Harry. He didn’t wake up until ten, along with almost everyone else in the dormitory, or the school for that matter. And then he just spent a lazy day hanging out. Lunch was a loud affair. Everyone in the school, even Slytherins, were greeting Harry and the others as if they were the best of friends. Ron seemed a bit taken with all the attention, rather enjoying it and going into long detail with anyone who asked about his fight with Voldemort. Neville seemed a bit overwhelmed, while Hermione seemed to be ignoring it all. Harry had the impression Luna didn’t even notice it, and Ginny was starting to dislike it. But what Harry found, the most common question, was if Voldemort was really gone. Harry knew, and Harry’s reassurance reassured the others to responding ‘yes’ without any doubt. Their reassurance must’ve quailed any fears that were still lingering because by the end of the day hardly anyone was worried about it. After a while, just to escape it, Harry and Ginny, ran out to the Quidditch pitch and threw the quaffle around. Ron joined them later, as did most of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but it wasn’t a serious practice, but it helped Harry free his mind. He found it unnaturally plagued with questions about what was to come. But he knew the simple answer, it was what everyone expected. He would train to become and Auror. Somehow the thought wasn’t cheerful. Katie Bell, the Quidditch Captain, was in a great mood as they finally gave up their fruitless game of tossing the quaffle. Their game had been pushed back a week, but she didn’t care. She knew they were going to win. It was, after all, Hufflepuff and they didn’t have a good Quidditch team this year. Dinner was an even louder affair, considering everyone in the school was there. Ron and Harry found girls constantly giggling around them, and while Ron beamed, Harry rolled his eyes. He was so use to it, he never noticed anymore, but now, with a fresh wave of unwanted fame, he was having a bit of a problem adjusting. Ron wasn’t though. Harry was glad for that. At least someone liked it. The day, the one day they had off, was a slowly drawing to a close. Harry couldn’t have been happier for it. He just wanted, believe it or not, to get back to Hogwarts, the homework, and well, his life. Though Harry did indeed find himself in the common room scrambling to get homework done that he hadn’t bothered to finish before the ‘event.’ Neville, Ron, Ginny, and even Hermione all thought he was insane. “C’mon, mate, you don’t have to do it. I’m just gonna say...well you know...just use what happened as an excuse. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Ron said, shaking his head sadly. “Yeah, Harry, I’m not even doing it.” Hermione said, in a tone that said, ‘if I’m not, why the hell are you?’ but Harry couldn’t explain why. He just felt an overwhelming urge to do it, so he was. “You’re mental,” Ron moaned, as he turned around, Neville in tow, to a play some Wizard’s Chess. Hermione suddenly looked uncertain, as if she couldn’t decide if she wanted to or not, but shrugged it away. Harry made a mental note to never forget that decision, just in case he needed it for the future. She turned away to watch Ron and Neville. Ginny sat next to him, wonderingly. “Why are you doing it?” “Can’t explain,” Harry mumbled. Maybe he really was just mental, like Ron said. Why was he doing the homework? He was sure he could get out of it, hell he could probably get out of doing his homework for the whole year if he wanted too. “All right, I think I understand.” And to Harry’s surprise, she pulled out her own homework. Catching his look, she smiled. “I have O.W.L.S, I have a different excuse.” Harry nodded, remembering how much the homework last year did indeed help with the exams.
Approximate Word count = 2690
Approximate Pages = 10.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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