A/N: This is the sequel to "The Lost Twin: Hannah Potter". If you haven't read that, this probably won't make much sense. If you have then you are well prepared. Either way, enjoy!
The best way to spend the summer is to sleep. It's relaxing and calming and very good for your immune system if you have had a lack of sleep during the school year.
The best part is waking up on your own with the sun up and smelling the fresh summer air.
Although owls from your best friend and one from your boyfriend hitting you in the face is equally okay.
Both letters hit me in the face at the same time waking me from my slumber.
I sat up in bed and grabbed the letters.
*How very rude.*
I held both letters in my hands. One from Ron, the other from Draco.
*We've only been out of school a week.*
-They must really miss me-
*Ah, to be loved.*
I opened Draco's letter first:
It's me, Draco obviously. I'd enclose a picture but I'd hope you haven't forgotten what I look like already. Anyway I'm having a party on Saturday because you know today's June 5th. I'm just hoping I see you there.
I opened Ron's letter next.
Dude your boy friend sent me an owl. At first I thought it was going to explode or something so I had Ginny open it, but it didn't blow up nor was it filled with anthrax. So I read it. He invited me over his house on Saturday and I was wondering what he's up to. You can be my mole and find out what he's up to.
See Ya Soon,
I pulled out my handy dandy quill.
Firstly let me say how surprised I am that you actually wrote. It was only a week ago that you said you wouldn't. Secondly, you shouldn't use Ginny like that. What if the letter had actually exploded or was filled with anthrax? Forget that last part. I'll talk to Draco. I'm sure it's nothing but him begging for me to kick his ass. I'll let you know whatever I find okay, mate? See you later.
Your Bestest Bestest Fwend,
I sent the letter out the window with his owl. I then took Draco's letter.
I'll be there of course. I just wanted to ask you something about Ron. He just sent me an owl saying that you invited him over as well. I just wanted to see what you were trying to pull.
P.S. I know Today's your birthday. Happy Birthday.
I gave this letter to Draco's owl and sent it out the window.
I was awake so I decided to get out of bed.
I didn't bother getting dressed. I just went right downstairs into the Great Hall in my pajamas to eat breakfast.
Dumbeldore was there speaking to Fudge about something.
"Good morning Professor, Minister," I said politely before sitting down at the table where breakfast was already set out for me. I could tell Dobby had made it. None of the other house elves ever gave me eclairs. I loved them with a passion.
"Good morning Hannah. May I ask why you've come downstairs in your pajamas?" Dumbledore asked.
"I wasn't aware of the fact that we'd have guest here. Usually it's just me, you, and Mister Filch. I don't start seeing anyone else around here until July," I said.
"Well, we'll be having many visitors here during the summer so dress appropriately," Dumbledore said.
"You're the boss. Oh yes, while it's on the top of my head I might as well ask if I can go to Draco's party on Saturday?" I asked.
"I suppose," Dumbledore said.
"Since you're letting me go, can I go to Hogsmeade to get him a gift? The party's for his birthday," I asked.
"Be back before nightfall," Dumbledore said.
"As always," I said.
"You know I think it's rather curious Miss Potter," Fudge said.
"Pardon?" I asked, trying not to sound annoyed that he prevented me from eating my breakfast.
"Only a week ago you were crying and shaking and completely miserable because of what had happened at the TriWizard tournament. Now you're worried about going to your boyfriend's party," Fudge said.
"Are you implying that I wasn't really torn up about the fact that Voldemort murdereded Cedric and then tried to kill me and my brother?" I asked.
"I'm implying that something else happened in that graveyard and that you never actually saw You-Know-Who," Fudge said.
"Cornelius, she knows what she saw and you that she telling the truth," Dumbledore said.
"I say she's mad," Fudge said.
"Then explain, all powerful, all knowing Minister. Tell me how Voldemort cursed me if he wasn't really there?" I asked. "There hasn't been a night since Cedric where I haven't been able to close my eyes without seeing him dead. It's terrible. Voldemort killed him. Be a man, be a leader and do something about it instead trying to pin the blame on a child you coward."
Fudge glared at me and then stamped away like a little child.
"You must be very careful of the things you say around Fudge," Dumbledore said.
"Why would I tell a lie like that? It's so extreme. I've told a few lies. I made polyjuice in my second year. I sneak out of bed more times than I do my homework. I do kid things. I don't lie about seeing murders," I said. "Things like that scar people for life and it's nothing anyone should lie about. Why would I?"
"You must be wary of your patience level then," Dumbledore said.
"Well I've never had much patience for politicians. At least the murders are honest," I said.
"Hannah, eat. Your breakfast is getting cold," Dumbledore said.
"I'm not hungry anymore. I've just lost my appetite."
That very evening I received another owl from Draco and Ron. They were both very blunt and to the point:
I did invite Weasle, I mean, Ron over. Along with your brother and Granger. Tell them to come if you know what's good for you.
"Well that sounded mildly threatening," I said to myself opening Ron's letter.
If it is just Draco wanting you to beat his ass: Don't. He'll only enjoy it.
I laughed and wrote my response.
Just because it is true doesn't mean you have to say it. By the by I spoke to Draco and he did invite you, Hermione and Harry. So tell them to come as well.
Then I wrote to Draco:
I know perfectly well what's good for me. The other's will be there, though I'm not sure why you want them. I don't recall you ever being their biggest fans. After all, Ron suspected the letter you sent him was laced with anthrax. See you soon.
I sent those owls off and prayed I wouldn't get slapped in the face with any tomorrow morning.
I hopped down the steps into the Great Hall, Draco's gift in hand ready and set to go.
Dumbledore was waiting for me there.
"What are you wearing?" he asked pointing to my ensemble.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked.
"You tell me Hannah," Dumbledore said.
I looked at what I was wearing. All I saw was a black dress and black heals.
"I'd start with the fact that if there was even a small breeze someone could see up your dress," Dumbledore said, as if the answer were obvious.
"It's not that short," I said.
"And let's not forget that there's no back to this dress," Dumbledore said.
"It's summer," I said. "If it had a back I'd sweat to death."
"Hannah, aside from that present, don't come back without something you left with," Dumbledore said. I gasped.
"Professor, you wouldn't honestly think I would do something like that would you?" I asked. Dumbledore looked at me over his glasses, it was his legal guardian face. I rolled my eyes. "Alright seriously. I wouldn't. I'm the responsible twin."
"Lies," he said.
I gasped again. "Well then, I'm thoroughly insulted."
"Well you'd better start walking cross grounds so you can get to your party in time," Dumbledore said.
"I can't believe you're making me take that whole train by myself to get to his house," I said.
"You wanted to go," Dumbledore said.