New Faces, Same Old Game
By Lindsey Ann
Author Notes: I like to juggle two stories at a time, so uhmm yeah, here is my other story. Taking place twenty years after Harry and Ron and Hermione would be in their seventh year..with kids of their own.
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Athena was a sick-like frail child when she was growing up and demanded a lot of attention. Her mother, a muggle, left and she only had her father, Oliver Wood, to care for her. That and about a dozen nannies.
All of the nannies were nice, but couldn't keep Athena from crying when she wouldn't be around her father. The child was known for demanding that she be by her dad, so that meant dispite her sick-likeness she spent a lot of time outside, watching her father practice Quidditch. Oliver Wood was a professional Quidditch player and had been since he had graduated from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
You could tell for the most part that Athena was Oliver's kid. First off, she knew every play known to man in Quidditch, lived and breathed Quidditch, and daily read book upon book about Quidditch. The girl should've at the age of 7 been more interested in dolls instead of Quidditch. Though her sickness, a bad coughing problem, kept her on the sidelines.
And despite Oliver thinking only about Quidditch in his younger days when he roamed the halls of Hogwarts, he thought about different stuff like why did his wife leave him? Why did he get a child who was too sick probably to never play quidditch like him? Athena didn't deserve it. She didn't do anything wrong.
Athena was of moderate height and very skinny, when she had reached the age of 11. A day a wizard or witch never forgets. Why? They never forget because this tells them that they had been accepted into a magic school - meaning they were indeed magical.
And when Athena had turned that age all she could think of, "Did I make it?" Pacing around nervously as anyone could, breathing in slowly.
"Athy, You made it. Don't worry. But you have to turn 11 first," her father remarked as he gestured for her to sit down and calm down.
"Dad...today is my eleventh birthday," Athena remarked factually. Sometimes she couldn't believe her dad was that dense. You'd think an accomplished Quidditch player would in fact, know his own daughter's birthday!
"You were born in the afternoon, Athy. Its 10 in the morning...And if I remember correctly you were born during 3:00ish," he paused for a moment. "You'll get it then. I mean I was born four minutes after midnight and had the letter smacked me in the face when I was asleep!"
Athena paused for a moment. "Yeah, dad you're right," she said while muttering underneath her breath, "for once." She said as she pulled her caramel coloured brown hair back in a ponytail. "No use waiting, right?"
"Waiting for what?"
"For my first broomstick lesson of course. Can't expect me to go to Hogwarts without knowing how to properly fly a broom, right?" She said.
She did this every year and the answer was always....
"No, Athy, you'll learn from Madam Hooch, just like I did and just like your classmates will," her father replied, just the same as the last time and the time before that and the time before that and so on.
Though Athena didn't respond, "But dad!". Too many times had she said this and gotten grounded. Silence was the best answer.
"So are we going to Luke's for dinner? Or are they coming here?" She asked expecting an answer to go to Luke's.
Luke was her best friend, and was born on the same day as her. Luke was the son of George Weasley, a quidditch player who played with Oliver when they had both gone to Hogwarts together.
Luke had fiery red hair, just like his aunts, uncles, cousins, and two older sisters, Mia and Mae. He was also tall, another famous Weasley trait.
Luke's father, George, had a twin, Fred. Supposedly, according to stories everyone would tell about the two, they were the troublemakers at Hogwarts. And were some of the two best darned beaters in Gryffindor history.
"Luke's this year." Oliver said. "Suppose he got his Hogwarts letter yet?"
"No way! He was born later than me. I'm proudly older than him." a smiling Athena said as she stepped on her tippy-toes so she could be a few inches taller.
Oliver laughed. "You're not necessarily talller than him though."
"Daddy! I am way more taller than him. Cuz see look, I must be like 6 feet."
"If you were six feet, Athy, you'd be almost as tall as me."
"And I am when I do this," she said as she raced to the stairway standing in about the middle of the staircase. "Now you're short."
"Not if I come up there and make you go down there."
"Then I'll go up on a higher stair."
"And then you'll get tickled," he said as he joined her on the stairs as he began to tickle her.
When Luke Weasley's house was full of guests, both of them ("twins" as many called them, their birth times were only a few minutes apart.), Athena and Luke had recieved their Hogwarts offical acceptence into the school letters.
Words couldn't express how happy they were. To be in the school, in the same year, and possibly in the same house was just to sweet.
One school year away from their parents, one school year of learning magic, one school year together.
Yet something in their minds had made wince.
One year stuck with snobby students i.e. Slytherins.
Could they survive students like their parents had talked about?
"Luke, swear to me you'll be sorted into my house, okay?" Athena said as she shook the idea of having to be stuck with some Malfoy kid (who was supposedly in her year) for a whole year out of her head.
"We don't choose, but I'll try okay?"
"Not try, Luke, will."
"Then I will."
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Author Notes: Reviewing is nice and goood...Review, please? ^^ And just for anyone wondering how my other story is doing..Well..I plan to release its next chapter this friday.
By Lindsey Ann
Author Notes: I like to juggle two stories at a time, so uhmm yeah, here is my other story. Taking place twenty years after Harry and Ron and Hermione would be in their seventh year..with kids of their own.
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Athena was a sick-like frail child when she was growing up and demanded a lot of attention. Her mother, a muggle, left and she only had her father, Oliver Wood, to care for her. That and about a dozen nannies.
All of the nannies were nice, but couldn't keep Athena from crying when she wouldn't be around her father. The child was known for demanding that she be by her dad, so that meant dispite her sick-likeness she spent a lot of time outside, watching her father practice Quidditch. Oliver Wood was a professional Quidditch player and had been since he had graduated from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
You could tell for the most part that Athena was Oliver's kid. First off, she knew every play known to man in Quidditch, lived and breathed Quidditch, and daily read book upon book about Quidditch. The girl should've at the age of 7 been more interested in dolls instead of Quidditch. Though her sickness, a bad coughing problem, kept her on the sidelines.
And despite Oliver thinking only about Quidditch in his younger days when he roamed the halls of Hogwarts, he thought about different stuff like why did his wife leave him? Why did he get a child who was too sick probably to never play quidditch like him? Athena didn't deserve it. She didn't do anything wrong.
Athena was of moderate height and very skinny, when she had reached the age of 11. A day a wizard or witch never forgets. Why? They never forget because this tells them that they had been accepted into a magic school - meaning they were indeed magical.
And when Athena had turned that age all she could think of, "Did I make it?" Pacing around nervously as anyone could, breathing in slowly.
"Athy, You made it. Don't worry. But you have to turn 11 first," her father remarked as he gestured for her to sit down and calm down.
"Dad...today is my eleventh birthday," Athena remarked factually. Sometimes she couldn't believe her dad was that dense. You'd think an accomplished Quidditch player would in fact, know his own daughter's birthday!
"You were born in the afternoon, Athy. Its 10 in the morning...And if I remember correctly you were born during 3:00ish," he paused for a moment. "You'll get it then. I mean I was born four minutes after midnight and had the letter smacked me in the face when I was asleep!"
Athena paused for a moment. "Yeah, dad you're right," she said while muttering underneath her breath, "for once." She said as she pulled her caramel coloured brown hair back in a ponytail. "No use waiting, right?"
"Waiting for what?"
"For my first broomstick lesson of course. Can't expect me to go to Hogwarts without knowing how to properly fly a broom, right?" She said.
She did this every year and the answer was always....
"No, Athy, you'll learn from Madam Hooch, just like I did and just like your classmates will," her father replied, just the same as the last time and the time before that and the time before that and so on.
Though Athena didn't respond, "But dad!". Too many times had she said this and gotten grounded. Silence was the best answer.
"So are we going to Luke's for dinner? Or are they coming here?" She asked expecting an answer to go to Luke's.
Luke was her best friend, and was born on the same day as her. Luke was the son of George Weasley, a quidditch player who played with Oliver when they had both gone to Hogwarts together.
Luke had fiery red hair, just like his aunts, uncles, cousins, and two older sisters, Mia and Mae. He was also tall, another famous Weasley trait.
Luke's father, George, had a twin, Fred. Supposedly, according to stories everyone would tell about the two, they were the troublemakers at Hogwarts. And were some of the two best darned beaters in Gryffindor history.
"Luke's this year." Oliver said. "Suppose he got his Hogwarts letter yet?"
"No way! He was born later than me. I'm proudly older than him." a smiling Athena said as she stepped on her tippy-toes so she could be a few inches taller.
Oliver laughed. "You're not necessarily talller than him though."
"Daddy! I am way more taller than him. Cuz see look, I must be like 6 feet."
"If you were six feet, Athy, you'd be almost as tall as me."
"And I am when I do this," she said as she raced to the stairway standing in about the middle of the staircase. "Now you're short."
"Not if I come up there and make you go down there."
"Then I'll go up on a higher stair."
"And then you'll get tickled," he said as he joined her on the stairs as he began to tickle her.
When Luke Weasley's house was full of guests, both of them ("twins" as many called them, their birth times were only a few minutes apart.), Athena and Luke had recieved their Hogwarts offical acceptence into the school letters.
Words couldn't express how happy they were. To be in the school, in the same year, and possibly in the same house was just to sweet.
One school year away from their parents, one school year of learning magic, one school year together.
Yet something in their minds had made wince.
One year stuck with snobby students i.e. Slytherins.
Could they survive students like their parents had talked about?
"Luke, swear to me you'll be sorted into my house, okay?" Athena said as she shook the idea of having to be stuck with some Malfoy kid (who was supposedly in her year) for a whole year out of her head.
"We don't choose, but I'll try okay?"
"Not try, Luke, will."
"Then I will."
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Author Notes: Reviewing is nice and goood...Review, please? ^^ And just for anyone wondering how my other story is doing..Well..I plan to release its next chapter this friday.