Written for the Goodbye Challenge.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter


Bye, Theo

By marie fisher

Theodore Nott stood in the corner, fiddling with his bowtie, which Romper had tied too tightly again. It was the annual ministry Christmas party, and his father was hosting. Theodore, being an eight year old boy, thought that this was the most boring thing in the world and this year was even worse because his friend Draco couldn't come.

Theodore was about to sneak a cookie or two to his room and take refuge when he spotted a girl who looked about his age and as bored as he was standing with her back to a curtain. She was wearing a frilly black emerald green dress and a deep frown. There was a six year old girl standing next to her, who Theodore assumed to be her sister, but was called off by her mother.

Theodore crept up behind her and pulled her by the arm into the curtain. She squeaked and he put a hand over her mouth. She glared at him.

"Are you bored and want to get out of here?" Theodore whispered. She gave him a look.

"Then be quiet." she nodded. He pulled back the curtain.

"You see those stairs?" he whispered.

"Yes."

"Go over to them and wait. I'll meet you there." she nodded and set off. He grabbed her by their again.

"What?" she whispered furiously.

"Make sure your not caught." she rolled her eyes and walked off again. He snuck over to the table and grabbed two cookies. He weaved his way around chairs and couches trying to avoid being seen. He saw the girl waiting for him at the foot of the stairs and made his way over to her.

"We'll go to my room." he said. They walked up the first five steps and then took off at a run to Theodore's room. The girl closed the door and sat down on the bed.

"My name is Daphne Greengrass." she said, taking a bite out of one of the cookies.

"My name is Theodore Nott. What are you doing her?" Theodore replied, munching down on his own cookie.

"My mother stuffed my in this dress and dragged my down here. I hate these kinds of parties. They're not even parties, just an excuse for adults to get drunk." Daphne replied.

"I hate them too, and the idea of being a Deatheater, I mean, not that I'd associate with muggles and mudbloods, but I don't think killing them because of that is right."

"I know!" Daphne said in an aggravated voice, "I wish my parents would give it up." she added in a more solemn voice.

"I wish that too." Theodore said. They sat in silence for awhile and then struck up a conversation about quidditch.


"The Irish are the best team in the league!" Theodore protested.

"No Puddlemere Untied is!" Daphne argued. They had spent the last two hours talking about this and that until they were back on quidditch again.

"I'm telling you the Irish-" Theodore started to say but was cut off by a voice from downstairs

"Thank you for inviting us to your dinner party, Mister Nott, it was a pleasure."

"Oh no, that's my mother. I have to go!" Daphne said, quickly getting up and straightening out her dress.

"Bye, Theo!" she said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before dashing out of the room. Theodore stood there, wondering what just happened and why it gave him a funny feeling in his stomach.