A/N: First and foremost, I must say that in no way do I own the original An Awful Experience or An Awful Experience: The Sequel or the characters of Selina Snape, Eric Riddle, Kevin, Krista, and any others mentioned here on out. They belong to my amazingly talented friend, Carmen, also known ad Tweetyiscool. Go look her up in the search and read the original An Awful Experience before you continue. All credit goes to Carmen for creating the characters and plot background, which without, my story wouldn't exist. Oh, and of course, I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, or the Ministry of Magic. Obviously, JK Rowling does. Anyways, after you read, please, please, PLEASE review! It would be helpful! Love to you all, and on with the story…
An Awful Experience: History Repeats Itself
Background Information:
This story takes place after Kevin and Selina have gotten married and all that jazz. The Deatheaters and other followers of Lord Voldemort have no been active for some time, and the wizarding community had returned to somewhat normal. Kevin and Selina have settled into quite a comfortable home. Kevin had found worked at the ministry and has been somewhat successful, while Selina stays at home and perfects the art of being a housewife. Two and a half years after they were married, Selina and Kevin successfully conceived a child after many failed attempts. Her name is Lucille Sev Redden. More often known as Lucy. Like her parents, Lucy started at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when she was eleven years old. She was sorted into Ravenclaw, as Lucy demonstrated having her mother's brains and her father's persistence.
As the years worn on, Lucy remained at the top of her class. She scored perfect on her O.W.L.S., played Seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, and was a prefect. Lucy was well known at school, but was not exceedingly popular. Instead, she liked to keep to her interhouse group of friends. Lucy will be starting her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. With all her six O.W.L.S. classes and perfect grades, she was happily named Head Girl. However, she resigned her position on the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team due to her need for extra studying time. After all, Lucy would be taking her N.E.W.T.S. this year!
The Beginning"MOM! Have you seen my Advanced Potionmaking book? I can't find it anywhere!"
Lucy was sitting on her knees, perched on her bed in front of her school trunk. She was throwing last minute necessities together for the upcoming school year. While checking her vast stack of school textbooks, Lucy had noticed her potions book was missing.
Lucy paused, hoping to hear some sort of response from her mother, Selina. After twenty seconds or so, Lucy consulted her watch. 8:30 am. The Hogwarts Express would be leaving in an hour and a half!
"Mom!"
Lucy rolled off her bed and left her room. She crossed the house to find Selina in the kitchen, sipping coffee and reading the latest edition of The Daily Prophet. Lucy scoffed and stood across the table from her mother with one hand placed on her hip. Selina looked up from the paper and couldn't help but laugh at the looks of indignation on her daughter's face.
"Hold on, sweetie. I'll get it."
Selina pulled her wand out of her robe pocket and flicked it once.
"Accio Advanced Potionmaking!"
The textbook soared into the kitchen and hovered in the air before Lucy. She hurriedly snatched it up with a nod of thanks to her mother. On impulse, Lucy opened the textbook and flipped through it, scanning the freshly printed pages eagerly.
Selina laughed again.
"Lucy, Daughter of Mine, you're so much like your grandfather, it's not even funny."
Lucy glanced up from the text and slammed the book shut.
"I like potions." She shrugged, still clutching the book adoringly.
Selina stood up from the table and placed her coffee mug in the sink.
"Your father got called into the Ministry today. Something about a cursed teapot that swears loudly every time someone opens it." Selina paused and turned to look at her daughter. "Makes you wonder why, doesn't it?"
Lucy laughed. "Some people just don't have brains."
"Thank Merlin you do." Selina's eyes fell upon the Head Girl badge pinned proudly to the front of her daughter's shirt. "I'm so proud of you, darling."
Lucy beamed even brighter. "Hey, it's all thanks to you. Intelligent genes run in the family, right?"
Selina smiled and flicked her wand at the sink in an attempt to make the dishes start washing themselves. Instead, her coffee mug soared into the air and crashed against the floor. Shards of ceramic flew everywhere.
"Or…. Maybe not…." Lucy laughed to show her sarcasm was false before heading back to her room to finish packing.
Where is the head-boy?
Lucy contemplated this for the thousandth time as she gazed around the compartment crammed with house prefects. As Head Girl, she was to take charge and give the prefects their first assignments. But, this lot proved to be rowdy for being the best of Hogwarts and Lucy was finding it increasingly difficult to exercise control over them.
This would be so much easier if my male equivalent was here!
Lucy thought bitterly.
I need a whistle… or something!
The perfects were as noisy as they were rowdy and Lucy found herself wishing she had a pair of earplugs.
Suddenly, the compartment door slid open and a small girl poked her head inside. Her eyes found Lucy's and she nodded.
"Lucille Redden? Professor Dumbledore asked for me to give you this." The girl handed Lucy a scroll of parchment, which was obviously a letter.
Lucy thanked the girl and slit the scroll open.
Dear Miss Redden,
Please forgive the absence of the Head-Boy. He unfortunately did not arrive at Platform Nine and Three Quarters in time to catch the Hogwarts Express. You must assign the prefects their duties without him.
I imagine you find this increasingly difficult, so included is a tool in which may allow you to grasp their attention momentarily.
After the welcoming feast, please report to the door to the right of the statue of Ingrid the Intelligent on the fourth floor corridor.
Regards and Good Luck,
Dumbledore
A silver whistle slid from the letter and onto Lucy's lap. She sighed and tucked the letter into her pocket as she gave the whistle a short blow and the prefects dropped what they were doing and presented Lucy with their full attention. She sighed.
This was going to be a long trip.