Hello everyone! As a heads-up, Please read my other story, Pretty Little Witches of Hogwarts, before starting this one. This is a sequel and I wouldn't want anyone getting confused! But for those of you that followed the other story, the sequel has arrived, my darlings! Enjoy!
I don't own PLL or Harry Potter, just this plot and any original characters!
"Welcome, my darlings," Alison Dilaurentis greeted her four friends at the front door of her house. "You've missed this place, haven't you?" she smiled wistfully at the group as they piled in one by one, remembering the last time they had all spent time at her mansion the summer before their second year.
"We've definitely made some memories," Emily agreed, while the others merely nodded in agreement.
Aria immediately remembered reading spooky wizard story myths in the Dilaurentis library and hoped they would get to do so again; Hanna, on the other hand, remembered helping Mrs. Dilaurentis bake cookies while Ali and Spencer had an argument in the living room; Spencer recalled Ali threatening to tell her parents about her Quidditch hobby while threatening her in return to expose her crush on Ian (although she was unaware that Ali had gone much further than just an affair); Emily as usual had the best memory, recalling them playing one-on-one Quidditch in the makeshift Quidditch pitch in the backyard, which ended with them sharing a passionate kiss on the ground.
"Want to meet my brother's stupid friends before we go up to my room?" she smirked mischievously.
"Why are they stupid?" Emily asked curiously.
"You'll see in a minute," she laughed, leading them to the patio in the backyard, where they were immediately greeted by obnoxious laughter, things being thrown everywhere and lots of wrestling.
"Ian's the one with brown hair," she pointed to the incoming seventh year, who was doubling up in laughter over something Jason had said, "but I think you already knew that, didn't you? But who knew he had such nice…muscles?"
She sent a flirty wink at Ian, who drunkenly waved back. When Melissa, who had been rolling her eyes at the boys' drunken behavior, turned around, the four other girls waved back at her to cover up for Alison.
"The one that looks like me is Jason," she gestured to the newest Hogwarts alumnus who had also turned his attention to the girls, focusing mostly on Aria, who gave him a shy wave in acknowledgement.
"Best friend's brother, eh?" Alison gave Aria a cheeky smile.
"I was being polite!" Aria said innocently.
"Then why are you blushing?" Hanna gave her friend a smirk of her own.
"Because he's cute, obviously!"
"Careful, Aria," Alison said teasingly. "You don't want them too much older. People might think you're a whore."
"You're one to talk," Spencer interjected.
"What was that, Spence?" In a matter of seconds, an icy glare formed upon her heart-shaped face and her joking disposition turned defensive.
"All I'm saying is that you fancied older guys before any of us ever did," Spencer clarified calmly.
"Of course," Ali said coolly, dropping the subject.
"Who's the third guy?" Emily pointed to a guy with tan skin, dark hair and beady brown eyes.
"Only the biggest arsehole to ever walk the face of the planet," the blonde girl replied. "That's Garrett Reynolds, a year older than Jason."
As though on cue, Garrett turned his gaze toward the girls in a beady, menacing gaze.
"Let's go upstairs," Alison suggested quickly before returning his glare.
"Creep," Emily whispered in his direction before following the rest of the girls into the house.
"Why let all the boys have the fun?" Alison said, locking the door of her bedroom and taking out a thin glass bottle from the front. "We're teens now, for Hogwarts' sake!"
"Is that firewhiskey?" Emily's mouth opened in surprise.
"What else would it be?" the blonde smirked, unscrewing the lid. "I stole some from Jason while he wasn't looking. Pumpkin juice, anyone?" the youngest Dilaurentis poured pumpkin juice into four red plastic cups before adding a few milliliters of firewhiskey into each one.
Emily backed away hesitantly. "I think I'll pass."
"Backing out of the fun now?" Alison pouted in mock-sadness. "We were just getting started!"
"It's alright," she shook her head. "I've heard it tastes bad, anyway."
"Just a few drops, I promise," she assured her. "You're still my favorite. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. You know that."
Spencer and Aria looked at her with raised eyebrows, Hanna in confusion, as Alison remembered that she still had an audience.
"I forgot I had an audience," she let out a loud laugh before raising her cup. "To being thirteen?"
"To being thirteen," the four girls chorused, taking big gulps of their drink.
Emily winced at the burning sensation in her mouth despite having the lowest dose in her cup; Aria grimaced for a moment before swallowing; Spencer and Hanna both seemed the least affected by the alcohol and had taken an additional sip afterwards.
"We should take a sip for every year we've been born," her eyes twinkled as she took another large gulp.
"I don't think we'd have enough to do that," Spencer said uncertainly, measuring the dimensions of the glass. "The volume of this liquid allows for six or seven more at most if we keep going at this rate."
"Then we should pour some more, obviously." Ali proceeded to refill their cups with pumpkin juice and add a tad more firewhiskey to each cup.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Alison?" Mrs. Dilaurentis called.
The blonde-haired, green-eyed Slytherin jumped at the sound of her mother's voice, quickly shoving the bottle of stolen firewhiskey under her bed.
"Yes, Mum?"
"Some mail arrived for you just now," she said, handing her daughter a magenta-colored envelope.
"Isn't it a bit late for post?" Ali asked, suspicious. If she were sober, she would've gotten a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach, but seeing the color of the envelope made her head spin instead.
"I don't know, but you better open it," Mrs. Dilaurentis shook her head. "It's been glowing in the kitchen for the past hour."
Feeling slightly buzzed, she took the letter from her mother's hand with a smile before closing the letter behind her.
"You should open it, Ali," Aria suggested with a giggle. "Maybe it's from Ian!"
"Shh!" Spencer hissed. "Melissa's still here, you know!"
"Should I?" Despite feeling slightly buzzed, her fear was still evident to those who knew her best. Unfortunately for the other girls, however, she hadn't let them in on the loop. "Oh, who am I kidding?" she waved her hand in the air and ripped open the letter.
"Happy?" she held it up in the air until the letters started burning through the page, at which point she quickly hunched over it to prevent the other girls from reading it.
Five little liars in the same basket! You're making this too easy for me. They're next! XOXO –A
Alison didn't have to be drunk to remember that A was still on her tail. She weighed her options carefully. Ideally, she would've rather ignored it and enjoyed her company, but the last time she ignored it, Draco Malfoy almost burned his hand off and she would've met the same fate, had Pansy Parkinson not come to her aid.
"Could someone hand me a piece of parchment?" Alison looked at the four girls. "It's in that drawer over there." She hazily pointed to the top drawer of her side table.
Emily quickly rushed to her side with a parchment as she quickly scribbled a reply and folded it as quickly as she could. She whistled for her black and brown barn owl, Snuffles, to deliver her reply before turning back to the girls.
"Who was it?" Spencer asked curiously.
"Malfoy," she lied. "Just saying hello, that's all."
The next morning, Aria, Spencer, Hanna and Emily slept soundly on Alison Dilaurentis's bedroom floor. Remnants from the previous night were very much evident; her night table drawer still remained open, their cups were sprawled across the floor in different parts of the room, and empty bottles of pumpkin juice stood against the chest at the foot of Alison's double bed.
Spencer was the first to wake up. With a soft groan, she rubbed her lower back and got up, examining her surroundings.
"Ali?" she whispered, stepping over the still sleeping girls, checking if Ali had fallen asleep in a different part of her large bedroom.
She hesitantly opened her walk-in closet. "Alison?"
No response.
Her bed was still neatly made from the night before, Spencer noticed. That's weird. It's as if she were never there.
Her worst fears were realized when she peered around the rest of the mansion – the kitchen, the dining room, the lounge area, her patio and backyard – and still found no sign of Alison.
"Have you seen Alison?" Spencer breathed, walking in on Mrs. Dilaurentis making breakfast in the kitchen halfway through her second round of the house.
"She might be in the library," her mom suggested. "She likes to read first thing every now and then."
Of course. Why hadn't she thought of that before?
She sighed in frustration as Alison wasn't in the library like her mom had suggested and resignedly trudged back into Alison's bedroom, hoping she hadn't accidentally woken Jason up.
"Spence!" Aria came up to her in a bone-crushing hug. "Where have you been?"
Spencer looked at the ground, pursing her lips together, trying to figure out the best way to break it to the others.
"Spencer?" Hanna came forward this time, a concerned frown spreading on her face.
"She's gone," she whispered.
"What?" Aria furrowed her thick eyebrows.
"Who?" Emily asked frantically.
"Ali," the tallest girl's voice broke. "I've looked everywhere for her. She's gone."
And so begins our mystery! As we know, Ali has been targeted by "A" since the end of Pretty Little Witches of Hogwarts, and it looks like "A" got to her again! While she was with her girls at that! This can only mean trouble for the rest of our little Liars as well. Stay tuned!