Chapter 1 – The Hair
This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. It is Fratie. I don't know why but I suddenly started shipping them. This probably won't be too long. You guys let me know what you think :)
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form. All rights go to the brilliant J.K Rowling. I'm only going to say that once :)
A fire burned steadily in the corner of the common room. Outside snow was falling gently. Slowly, Katie raised herself from the squashy armchair she was taking up. Fred was lying in a corner, snoring slightly. George was huddled with Lee, probably planning some prank. Suddenly they raised their head and looked around the room, seeing only a sleeping Fred, and Katie. They got up, smirking evilly, and ran up the stairs, whispering something. That left Fred. Katie slowly wandered over to where he sat and lowered herself in an armchair next to him.
"Fred," she breathed. Fred didn't move, so she continued. "You're cute when you're asleep," she murmured. She stroked his red hair, and contemplated placing a kiss on his forehead. She decided against it and rushed upstairs.
"How's it going Katie-bell?" Fred said cheerfully the next morning. He slurred her name so it sounded like one word.
"Same as always Freddie." Katie smiled. She spread a dark red jam on a piece of toast, but didn't eat it yet. Angelina and Alicia had just glided into the room.
"What class do you have today?" Fred asked.
"Hmm? Oh, Double Potions with Ravenclaw," Katie said distractedly.
"Good luck with Snape. He's in a bad mood."
"What did you do?" Kate demanded instantly. Fred flashed a knowing smile.
"You'll know when you've reached potions, now won't you my dear Katie-bell?" Fred smirked, and turned to talk to Lee. "Have anything planned for old McGonagall today?"
Katie bit her lip and turned away. She hated being a year younger than her friends. When they'd laugh about some funny thing that had happened in class, she was left to ask what exactly had happened. Half of her time at Hogwarts was spent away from her friends, and it made her feel left out.
"What's wrong Katie-bell?" Fred asked suddenly, turning to her.
"Nothing," Katie said quickly. "Why would anything be wrong? Nothings wrong!"
"Ok then," Fred said slowly. He looked intently at her, and she felt herself blush. Fred was always able to make her blush. Just then, Angelina started coughing.
"What's wrong?" George asked in an innocent voice.
"This jam is too salty!" Angelina said through swigs of pumpkin juice. "It's disgusting!"
"Well it's obviously salty!" George said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Its blood flavored!" Lee added. Angelina choked and immediately took another swig of pumpkin juice.
"Who do they think they're serving? Vampires?" she said angrily as she pushed the plate away.
"Oh, it wasn't there until after we came." George smiled. Angelina looked at him angrily. He ducked as she through the rest of the toast at him, and it ended up hitting a fat Slytherin boy, who promptly picked it up and began eating.
"That is disgusting," Alicia said, wrinkling her nose. She turned back to her plate. "I think I'll skip breakfast for today."
"Marvelous choice, Alicia. You have no way of knowing what else has been tampered with. Good to know you have street smarts," George said smoothly.
Katie looked down at her own blood red jam and started to feel queasy. George was looking at Alicia and Angelina, smirking. Katie picked up her toast and dropped it on George's hair. He spun around to look at Katie instantly.
"What was that?" He peeled the toast off of his hair.
"You're hair seemed to be losing some of its color," Katie said in a mock thoughtful voice. George narrowed his eyes.
"Well played, but I'd watch my back if I were you."
"Being friends with you, I already do that," Katie said, getting up and shouldering her bag.
"You're leaving? Now?" Fred asked.
"It's a long way to the dungeons." She paused. "Not everyone has Transfiguration," she added bitterly, as she turned and walked out.
The dungeons weren't that far away, Katie had plenty of time. She strolled down the various corridors, and examined the paintings. She had passed them countless times but had never closely looked at them. She paused at a picture of a sunset. The pink and orange hues were painted with a delicate hand, and yellow light shone on the lush green grass. As she watched, a girl in a white frilly dress skipped onto the grass, pulling a handsome boy with her. They stopped in the middle of the painting and waved at Katie. Katie waved back.
"Hello, beautiful lady." The boy bowed deeply. The girl giggled.
"Oh, stop James!" she said pushing him gently. He pushed her back, and they toppled onto the grass laughing. Katie smiled.
"Are you lost?" the girl called in a delicate voice.
"No."
"Well, I'll see you around," the girl called as the boy pulled her out of the frame.
Katie turned a corridor and reached the steps leading down to the dungeons. She heard her footsteps on the cold, damp floor, and when she arrived at the classroom, she saw that she was the first one there. She walked to a cauldron at the back of the room and began arranging her ingredients. Once she had organized them she sat on her stool, and waited. Soon, students started trickling in and taking their seats. A Ravenclaw girl sat next to her and started arranging her ingredients. Soon the class was full of chattering. Suddenly, Professor Snape swooped in, wearing a wizard hat that was several sizes too big. His greasy hair was hidden from view.
"Open to page 73," he snapped. There was the sound of frantically turning pages and then silence once more. "Today, we will be having a little, pop quiz," Snape drawled evilly.
"What! We just had a test last class! We finished our unit!" A Ravenclaw boy yelled angrily.
"Consider it a pre-test," Snape said coldly.
"Pre-tests aren't graded!"
"Since you seem so eager to speak, I will take 10 points from Ravenclaw, and I'll see you in detention," Snape said cruelly. The boy glared at him, defiantly. It was rare to see such a rebellious Ravenclaw.
Snape began to say something about the proper use of Flobberworm Mucus, and didn't notice that the Ravenclaw boy was sneaking up behind him, an evil grin on his face. In a flash of purple, the boy whipped the hat off of Snape's head, revealing his hair. His usual greasy black hair was greasier than ever, but it was bright purple. The class burst into laughter. Snape snatched back his hat and replaced it on his head. His face was deathly white.
"I want everyone to concoct Herbicide," he yelled angrily. His hat was lopsided and strands of purple hair were hanging out off the sides. The class continued laughing. "Now! It will count for half of you're grade."
The class gave him murderous looks. They hadn't learned a thing about Herbicide yet.
Katie groaned, and pulled her mortar closer to her. She began to crush lionfish spines, and 50 minutes later, she had a perfectly brewed potion in front of her. She gently spooned the mixture into a vial and labeled it with her name. Having completed her assignment, she began to pack up her ingredients. She had just finished when Snape told them to turn in their potions. As soon as class ended, she was out the door. She marched to her dormitory, and put her bag next to her bed. Then she walked down to the common room and sat down on a plush armchair, by the fire. A few minutes later, the portrait hole opened and students poured inside, to deposit their bags. Her friends gathered in armchairs close to hers.
"How was you're Potions lesson, dear Katie?" George asked, grinning.
"Wonderful. Some immensely idiotic git, decided to give the rest of the school a pop quiz," Katie spat.
"I know, Snape can be so unfair."
"You know who I'm talking about you ungrateful little-"
"Katie, Katie, calm down!" George interrupted, looking slightly startled. "I didn't know you'd hate it that much. I'd reckoned we'd have a good laugh about it."
"You didn't have to deal with Snape's wrath! Just because you don't need to worry about having potions, doesn't mean other people don't. You might want to try having an ounce of sympathy for others!" Katie was yelling now.
"Katie, what's wrong?" Angelina asked gently.
"Nothing!" Katie spat. "And why are you supporting him? He gave you blood flavored jam!"
"Katie-" Angelina started.
"Oh sorry, I get it now. You must have made up in Transfiguration. Sorry, I wouldn't know since I was rotting away in Potions at the time. I seem to miss a lot of things, don't you think? Being the dumb little blonde of the group, who's always clueless? Rather stupid, wouldn't you say? Its fine, I understand, I'll just be leaving." Katie knew she was being stupid, but she was finally speaking her insecurities, and she wasn't about to stop.
"Katie, calm down," Lee said, frowning. "Is this all because you had to make Herbicide? It's really not that difficult; especially for someone with you're level of brewing. The hardest part is getting the heating right, but-"
"Lee, will you shut up?" Alicia asked, huffily. "Katie, you're not the dumb little blonde at all. We have most of our fun outside of class, with our best friend, Katie."
"That's balderdash, Alicia. That's the cheesiest thing I've ever heard. I know it's not true."
Suddenly, Fred leapt into the room, smiling crazily.
"Hey, Katie-kinns!" he said beaming. "Did you enjoy Snape?" Katie caught sight of George making desperate motions for Fred to be quiet, and saw Lee hit himself in the head. Alicia and Angela looked worried.
"Did I enjoy Snape?" Katie said in a dangerous voice. Fred had noticed George, and was now looking worried.
"Pfft. That's not what I said. I said did you enjoy…er…shapes!"
"Did I enjoy shapes? What shapes? The shape of the cauldron that I had to use to brew Herbicide, for half of my grade, because of some dim-witted, idiotic, ginger headed twins?" Katie said, getting louder with each word.
"Er, no, I was talking about some other shapes. The ones from, uh, breakfast," Fred said nervously. Katie raised an eyebrow, and gestured for him to continue. "You know…the blue ones…that flew. I guess you missed them, maybe some other time." He gave a choked laugh, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Fred." Katie took a step closer.
"Also known as Gred! Or Forge!" Fred said enthusiastically.
"I'm going to the library." Katie went upstairs, grabbed her bag, and stalked out of the common room, fully aware of them gawking at her from behind.
The ending is a bit strange, because originally the 1st and 2nd chapter were one long chapter, but I split them because...well I don't really know why. I'll post the next chapter based on how many reviews I get, and how many readers I get. There are a LOT of HP fanfictions out there so I don't expect too much :)
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