Ok, remember when I told you there'd be a few more chapters to this? Well, I lied.

MY FRIEND GAVE ME THE GREAT IDEA OF INCORPORATING THE END OF THIS ONE INTO THE BEGINNING OF THE NEXT.

So it isn't over, don't be worried. (Yeah right, not a lot of people care about this story)

I know I could've told you all sooner, but I warned you that I wouldn't be able to update for a while.

But guess what? Now I can.

And I know everyone hates Authors Notes and usually skims over them, but this one has a sneak peek of the Prologue of the next installment that is currently posted. I hope you enjoy and are eager to find out what happens to Adhara during the Triwizard Tournament, her relationship with Oliver and how her life will change thanks to her father.

So… I'll just leave this here.


As exhausted as I was, I knew I had to pack for the Weasleys' tomorrow. Most of my clothes were new, me having had an unexpected growth spurt over the summer.

Mrs. Weasley had invited me to the Quidditch World Cup, seeing as Arthur had access to tickets and I was a friend of Ron's. Or at least I told myself that. But if it were true, he would have invited me himself.

Whether he liked me or not, being an avid Quidditch fan, I was sure to have fun.

But that didn't stop me from being torn. Torn from having to leave something very important to me behind. Something I had grown very attached to over a very short period of time. Two months to be exact.