Tell Me How You Really Feel

Tell Me How You Really Feel

About time for a fill in I’d say...

It’s gonna happen soon. I can feel it. I dream about it. It’s gonna happen soon...much too soon. We’ve trained long and hard for a battle like this, it isn’t our first and it wont be our last, but that doesn’t make it any less important. Combat Warriors. That’s what the Ministry calls us. That’s what Harry, Hermione, Draco, Ginny, and I are. A few years back, Dumbledore came to us, recognizing us as the five most promising students, and the five most likely to get involved in the upcoming war regardless. He brought in professional battle coaches, trainers, and teachers from all over the world to privately tutor us in every aspect one would ever need in fighting a battle. We’ve learned martial arts, weaponry, wandless magic, early Apparation, and we’re beginning to prepare for becoming Animagi. We’ve had advanced classes in potion making, Dark defenses, and transfiguration. We have been trained to increase speed, agility, endurance, reaction and flexibility. Our job is to detect, attack, and kill all evil and all threats. We were made to be deadly and feared by all things dark.

Ha, sounds pretty corny eh? It seems like a lot at first, but you get used to it. We’re all still the same people, just with bigger muscles and the ability to break a person in two with a movement of an arm. No big deal. The hardest part of all of it, is keeping it from everyone. They know we’re up to something, its obvious, they just cannot know what. We wake up every morning at 4:45, and are training by 5:00 sharp. We stop morning training by 8:00 and get a 15 minute grace period from classes for a quick shower and a bite to eat. We go through our normal classes, all except Defense Against the Dark Arts. Since we already have a good head start on that, we go to the Room of Requirement and have a meditation hour. It sounds way more lame than it really is. After classes and dinner, we go out and train for a couple hours more. Then all but Hermione go to Quidditch practice (she continues training). Homework is a killer, that takes a few hours, and then we’re in bed around midnight.

They said that we’d get used to such little amounts of sleep. They straight up bloody lied to our faces, the wankers. It royally sucks. That much training really pays off though. I’d like to point out that Draco, Harry and I are now beasts. I stand now at 6'5'’ and weigh in at 220 pounds. Both Harry and Draco grew as well, and they are around 6'3'’ and I’d guess 200 pounds. It’s so weird to think about first year, how tiny we were and how big we are now. Not just us, but Hermione! Mind you, she’s no 6'3'’ 200lbs, she’s still a short little one, but that girl has got some definition! Even under her robes you can tell she’s cut. Not that sick cut where girls look like blokes, but a really hot body kind of cut. She’s beautiful as well, I see all the guys’ heads turn when she walks by. I hate when their heads turn. I want to rip their heads off so they cannot turn them to look at her anymore. But then I’d get expelled and that would just be a big load of trouble that I don’t have time for, so I just threaten them instead. I’m choosing not to tell you about Ginny, cause that’s gross and I refuse to notice that. She’s my bloody sister. Speaking of my sister...something is definitely up. I have no idea what it is, but something is going on. There’s no way in Hades she would talk to me about it...I usually don’t react well to any issue involving her and a member of the male species, and brotherly instinct is telling me that her troubles do indeed involve a member of such species. Perhaps I’ll confront Hermione tomorrow at morning workout...good lord that’s early. 

Thoroughly sleep deprived.