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Hannah's P.O.V
We walked to the Leaky cauldron and once we had passed through the bustling pub, we found the back wall that lead to Diagon Alley.
"Can I press the bricks this time?" Charlie asked running like an excited child at Christmas to the wall.
"Sure, just remember the right bricks this time." I answered, hoping he would remember the sequence. Luckily he did and we passed through with no problem.
"Don't wander off." I stated, walking through a crowd of people Charlie in front of me.
"Aww, and I was going to find my friends!" he whined, making a sad face that I had to avoid looking at otherwise I would cave in and give him what he wanted.
"Sorry, but mum would kill us both if she knew I let you go off by yourself." I apologized. "And anyway Oliver will be there too so you can talk about quidditch and tennis all you want.""Fine but only if you'll buy me cake." he said, I mentally winced, not such a good idea after last time.
"Ok deal." I said shaking his hand.
"Deal." he said while shaking my hand. " I still can't believe you got Oliver the Oliver Wood to play another sport than quidditch!!"
"Well I have that effect on people." I said while cheesy smiling.
"Yeah yeah I know." he grumbled. I smiled and carried on walking towards Gringotts. I felt a tingle go up my spine and the thought of someone talking about me came to mind. I simultaneously looked at my watch and to my horror I was nearly half an hour late!!
"We've got to run. NOW!!!" I shouted, sprinting past several shoppers receiving several glares and shouts of hey watch it!
"Why? Wait up Hannah! Slow down for just one sec!" Charlie yelled while chasing me.
"We're late that's why. Now let's get a move on!!" I yelled back over my shoulder. Charlie's eyes opened wide at what I had just told him and so we sprinted towards our destination. Unfortunately for me and Charlie we bumped into someone we really shouldn't have that being some Slytherins in particular Montague that idiot who pushed me from several feet in the air during my 1st quidditch match.
"Oh look who it is Hannah Stockley and her midget of a brother. Lost your loser friends?" he sneered, leering at us, while his idiotic friends howled in laughter.
"Oh I see you found that thing called a sense of humour. Well done you!" I said sarcastically while falsely clapping and smiling.
"Heh you still believing you can play quidditch? And still believing you can win the quidditch cup? Pathetic." he laughed, friends also laughing behind him.
"I'm not the pathetic one, you and your team are, only winning by cheating. That's what I call pathetic. Loser." I retaliated. The Slytherins stopped laughing and glared at us.
"Hannah! Leave it!" Charlie hissed.
"Yeah run away losers." Montague sneered, as he pushed Charlie and came back to face me. "What you going to do Hannah run to Wood and cry about how the big bad Slytherins picked on you?"
"No, I think I'll just do this" I said, punching him in the face. "And don't you ever call me, my friends or my family pathetic losers. And don't you dare lay a finger on my brother!"
The other Slytherins started to run for us after we pegged it from the scene, but they couldn't catch up and so tried to help Montague.
"Wow. Your so cool!" Charlie exclaimed just after we had out run them.
"Well you know, no-one insults my friends and no-one insults my brother and lays a finger on him." I laughed. " But don't go round hitting people unless you have to."
"Did you see their faces though. You showed them smug Slytherin bas…" he started.
"Charlie, watch your language!" I scolded.
"But you say it all the time!" he scowled, we rounded another corner dodging the shoppers as we went.
"Yes well I shouldn't really say it anyway mother says its very un-lady like!" I said, imitating my mother's voice. Charlie howled with laughter not a very good combination when running. We had to stop to allow him to get his breath back. And soon we were back to running, only a few more metres to the bank. I really should have brought my skateboard with me then we wouldn't be so late. I looked down at my watch seeing that we were now exactly half an hour late, I picked up the pace Charlie in tow.
"Finally we're here!" we both exclaimed. The others turned round as we arrived and to my dismay we were the last ones to arrive.
"Half and hour late! What kept you so long?" the Scottish voice that belonged to Oliver asked.
"Yeah, 'bout that…" I started to explain.
"It was partially my fault, I was too slow getting ready and on the way I had a fit of laughter so we had to stop." Charlie confessed, I looked over at him quite shocked at what he had just said.
"Who's fault also was it then?" Caris asked and everyone looked over at me.
"Yeah…erm…well while we were running we…" I started.
"Correction you." Charlie butted in.
"Ok well I bumped into Montague, and…er…heh I kind of punched him square in the face." I explained, Oliver looked rather smug as did everyone except Caris.
"Hannah!!!! Why????" she asked.
"Er…'cause he insulted us all an he ruddy well deserved it." I answered, the twins had somehow got behind me and each put an arm over my shoulder.
"Well…" Fred began.
"Good…" George continued.
"On you!" the finished in unison.
"Yeah he obviously deserved it." Cedric applauded smiling that smile Caris always talks about before he was elbowed by Caris.
"Don't encourage her!" she scolded, as Cedric rubbed his side and apologized to her.
"What did they do after you punched him?" Angie asked.
"Well they tried to run after us but couldn't catch up! Haha it was really funny you should have been there." Charlie chuckled, everyone joined in laughing and the twins patted him on the back.
Everyone began to tell what they had been doing over the summer. Oliver of course has been practising quidditch and going over some tactics for this year, he was really determined to win the quidditch cup. Angie hadn't done much really, she had visited her older brother in Barcelona and had re-decorated her house. Fred and George helped their mum around the house and being the twins they came up with some ingenious pranks to pull on Slytherins. Caris, I already knew had gone to Rome with Cedric and family, but hardly did anything after that. Cedric hadn't done much after going to Rome either. Everyone now were listening to Charlie explain our trip up to Scotland and how we bumped into Oliver and how he broke his arm trying to skateboard. I then explained our trip to New York taking time to describe all the details until the little munch kin interrupted.
"That's boring Hannah get to the good bit were we walked all the way to the top of the Empire state building." Charlie grumbled. This confused me we hadn't used the stairs in the Empire State building but we had taken the elevator.
"What are you talking about? We didn't walk all the way, we used the elevator." I stated.
"Oh yeah. Oh that was when we went to Paris a year ago." he said."Anyway, what should we do now?" I asked, there was a couple of minutes of thought. Then Caris spoke up.
Caris's P.O.V
"I reckon we split up, girls go one way, boys another. Then we'll meet up in a few hours back here." I suggested, attempting to warm up my hands.
"Sounds like a plan." said Cedric smiling again that cheeky smile. I always loved his smile, it always made me feel happy, secure, every time he smiles I feel like I'm the luckiest witch in the world. Anyway cheesy moment over, I gave Cedric a hug and we split up.
"Where do we want to go first?" Hannah asked.
"I think Madame Malkins." said Angie. We walked down the high street, for some strange reason I was in a day dream and I felt really sick. As I walked, I stumbled every so often. The others were looking at me concerned. Suddenly I felt really warm and passers-by were now snarling at me as I bumped into them, my face was heating up rapidly. I lost the use of my legs and I fell to the ground, I was over-heating.
"Caris you ok?" quizzed Hannah and Angie.
"mmm? What? Oh…yeah." I spluttered. Everything went fuzzy and bright.
"She's going really pale." said Angie and then all of a sudden everything went black, I had fainted. Waking up , there were a lot of voices.
"She's awake! Caris!? Hey you ok?" I sat up my teeth were chattering, I don't know what had come over me. What the hell had just happened?
"You sure you're ok?" Hannah asked concerned.
"mmm…yeah. I'm alright." I replied rubbing my head, I stood up. I had been lying in a shop on the floor. I looked around me, and saw an old man who walked over. He looked rather odd; he was partially bald, hunched over and stunk of wet dog and mouldy mackerel. He looked at me, glasses perched on his hooked long nose.
"I suspect that you're feeling genuine?" he asked with a husky yet squeaky voice, if that is even possible. His nose twitched and I tried to retain a laugh but couldn't.
"Thanks for your help…erm…?" Hannah said.
"Mr Butterbean." he continued.
"Yes thank you." I added, I wobbled and then walked towards the door.
"Can we go to Madame Malkins now?" begged Angie.
"Yeah." I finished.
We walked carefully towards Madame Malkins at the other end of the street passing by a dark brown nearly black haired girl that covered her ever changing coloured eyes who we knew as Willow Martins of 3rd year Ravenclaw and the seeker of the Ravenclaw quidditch team.
"I hope she breaks her arm so we get to win the quidditch cup this year." Hannah snarled.
"Eh? That's a bit mean isn't it? She's a friend." I asked.
"Yeah she is, but I don't want to be made fun of by that mean son of a banshee." declared Hannah.
"Who's that?" I asked. Angie and Hannah looked at each other and then looked at me as if I had said something alien to them.
"You don't know!!!??? That there is that Flint." said Angie.
"He sounds alright really." I added.
"Bloody hell Caris, don't ever say that flint is alright in the history of ever." bellowed Hannah.
"Ok, but what does he do?" I questioned.
"Well after we lose a match or the cup he gets drunk generally 'cause they've won and randomly comes into our dressing room when we're trying to get changed. And well… erm…he tries to rape people, fortunately he never really succeeds. But once he nearly did." Angie exclaimed.
"Poor Oliver was traumatised, luckily he was fully clothed, and Flint was knocked unconscious." explained Hannah.
"He'd better stay away from Cedric or he'll have me to answer to." I raged.
"Have you he will." Hannah mumbled.
"Yeah he'd probably rape you too." agreed Angie. I gulped.
"He's and animal he," paused Hannah, she had spotted something and that something was Flint.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Hannah blurted out.
"She had a bad experience when she was nearly kidnapped by him." Angie explained.
"Where was I??"I exclaimed.
"I don't know." replied Hannah and Angie. Flint grinned with his oversized mammoth teeth. I shivered and Hannah made incomprehensible noised.
"I think we should get out of here." Angie exclaimed while starting to pick up the pace. We ran dodging people as we went, Flint sprinting after.
"Bay watch." Hannah shouted in slow motion, all of us went into a slow-mo run until somehow Flint caught up.
"Bugger it!" screamed Hannah. As she shouted she went flying into a small black haired boy.
"OUCH!!" cried the boy.
"I'm not that heavy." Hannah mumbled. "Sorry."
She looked up only to see Flint holding out his freakish hand to help her up. She stood up.
"I don't need your help." she said emphasizing the help and then kicked him where the sun don't shine. He fell down on his knees in immense pain clutching where she had just kicked. His expression was priceless.
"Take that you rapey bastard!" she exclaimed. She ran off.
"Hannah!?? Wait!!" I yelled running after her Angie in tow. "First Montague now Flint! Hannah when did you become so violent?" I shouted attempting to catch up. She laughed.
"Well I'll be less violent when I've taken out Warrington, Pucey, that idiot keeper Bletchley and that poncey git in chasers position Blaize Zabbnano? Zucchini? Whatever it is, his name is of no worth to me." she exclaimed. We arrived at Madame Malkins.
"We need a dress for the winter ball." I said, panting like a dog.
"Hello dearies." said a rather posh voice. "Can I help?"
"Yes we need dresses for the winter dance." I replied.
"What style of dresses are you looking for?" said the posh lady. We all looked at each other.
"We don't know." said Angie.
"Ah yes find your favourite fabrics and give them to me." she said.
All three of us browsed around there was some nice floral material but it was too old fashioned. There was some nice silk but it was too shiny. Nothing was suitable and then I saw some pale bluey white satin material, it was perfect! I picked up the satin sample and found the others. Hannah was choosing between red silk and green silk.
'She would really suit silk.' I thought to myself and Angie had chosen a deep purple almost black silk.
"Looks like we've been successful." I smiled.
"I wonder how the boys are doing." Hannah said.
Charlie's P.O.V
Me, Oliver, Cedric, Fred and George walked towards Flourish and Blotts. As we walked passed someone who Oliver obviously knew.
"I hope she breaks her arm so we can win the cup this year." he blurted out. I looked at him quite surprised.
"That's nice." I said.
"Well I really want to win." he continued.
"Yeah well you've still got to win against my team." Cedric added.
"Hah I think we can beat you Diggory." he chided.
"Don't under estimate us Wood." Cedric countered.
"Calm down gentlemen." Fred said calmly.
"That's mean." someone interjected, we turned to face the girl Oliver had talked about, who was now looking at us through her fringe.
"Willow, face the facts, we are better and since I'm the best captain be scared." he exclaimed. Fred and George making strange actions behind him. Me and Cedric had to look the other way as we did not want to laugh.
"Oooo I'm so scared." she said sarcastically. " In fact I'm so scared I'm going to run away." Then she crashed into Montague as she sped away.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she landed on her bottom, but she quickly regained her balance and brushed herself off.
"Watch it, you half blood idiot." Montague sneered. A cat emerged out of the girls messenger bag and pounced on Montague's face clawing him to bits. He was not having a good day, but feck him, I despise him, worthless piece of crap.
"You ok?" we asked the girl.
"Yeah, Pepper stop it now." she answered while prying the cat off of Montague's face. If it were me I would just leave the cat till it got bored of scratching his face to bits. The girl then carried on walking down the street mumbling to either herself or her cat. Montague was not in sight, he must have run off somewhere. And so we carried on to Flourish and Blotts, when we arrived there it was packed. We set about trying to find our school books. I'm sure I caught a glimpse of the girl's long black hair as she whizzed up the stairs.
Willow's P.O.V
"What the hell did I tell you about attacking people Pepper?" I scolded the black kitten in my arms. "AND DON'T YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!" She stared up at me with her enormously round amber eyes and climbed up my jacket to snuggle my cheek. I threw her a condescending look and transferred her into my messenger bag; it was too cold out here for an animal so small.
I shrugged off the strange looks that everyone on the close vicinity was giving me and carried on walking up the street. Why do I have to be such a crazy cat lady? People just think I'm strange but you've got to love one kind of animal at least and dogs are GROSS, friggin' yappy bastards.
I flung the door of the book shop open and was slapped in the face by a wave of warm air. The smell of freshly printed parchment filled the air, as I climbed the stairs to the top floor and made my way to the only area of the shop that wasn't packed.
Faces and scenes on the books stood still, frozen in their ink…just how nature intended. I threw my hands deep into the pile, glad I didn't have to compete with anyone to find a good muggle book. I thumbed through several books; Wind In The Willows which I chuckled at the title, The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice which I threw back as I noticed I opened it on a very explicit page, sitar for dummies…yeah, but I found none of them interesting.
I digged a little deeper and saw something familiar glare back at me. OMFG RARE DOCTOR WHO ANNUAL!! I scooped up the book, but as I did so I felt something hit my arm.
"Oh! Sorry I didn't know you wanted that." said a voice beside me. He was small obviously was a first year, with shaggy black hair that stood up in awkward places and battered round glasses that magnified his almond shaped bottle-green eyes.
"It's okay." I said. Checking the back cover. " 1 galleon…Damn! I haven't got enough anyway." grudgingly, I handed him the hard back book. It was only Sylvester McCoy anyway. He blurted out his thanks and dug through his pockets, making his fringe flip uncontrollably.
"Oof, that looks painful."
"Huh?" he sheepishly replied, lifting his hand to the scar on his forehead. "Oh that was a car crash."
"Jeez, that's terrible." I wavered unsure what to say.
"You can borrow it you know." he said. " If you're in Hogwarts too."
"Thanks, I'm Willow." I said "Ravenclaw."
We said our farewells and I wandered downstairs to buy my school books. If it weren't for that damn potions book I could've got that annual.
"Hey, Willow." piped a familiar voice.
"Oh, hi Hannah. Just ran into this little first year, he had this really weird scar on his head. Don't know how it ended up in that exact shape. Probably face paint." I rambled. "Still, a lightening bolt scar, impossible." Hannah, Angie and Caris stared back at me dumbfounded.
"…What…Do I have something in my hair?"
Hannah's P.O.V
After we had gotten our dresses, we headed towards Flourish and Blotts to get our books. Upon arriving there I saw Willow come down the stairs and decided to say hi.
"Hey Willow." I greeted. She turned round hair flowing as her head turned.
"Oh, hi Hannah, just ran into this little first year, he had this really weird scar on his head. don't know how it ended up in that exact shape. Probably face paint." she rambled. "Still lightening bolt scar, impossible." I was astounded that she hadn't heard of the boy who lived, Harry Potter, he had the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. We all stared at her.
"…What…Do I have something in my hair?" she asked, flicking her hair.
"No, just I think you just bumped into the boy who lived." Caris explained.
"The boy who what??" she asked confused.
"You don't know?" Angie asked totally astounded, before she could say anything else I slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Well you know of he who must not be named don't you?" I asked while removing my hand from Angie's face.
"Oh yeah you mean Voldemort right? Don't know him personally like." she answered, everyone in the shop tensed up.
"Yeah him, well he tried to kill this family, the Potters, and their son, Harry was the only one to survive and He who must not be named was defeated and all at the age of just a couple of months." I told her.
"Oh, and he told me he was in a car crash. Bastard." She mumbled. We looked at her strangely again. "What?"
"Nothing." we chorused, she eyed us suspiciously.
"Anyway, want to come shopping with us?" I asked.
"Sure." she shortly replied.
"Right, let's just get the books and get out of here. It's stuffy and I spy Warrington." Angie groaned as she pointed towards the Slytherin beater who was o the far side of the store.
"Yay! More punching Slytherins." I celebrated while clapping my hands, cheesy smiling and jumping up and down.
"Okay…Willow since you've bought your books can you take this over enthusiastic menace out of the store and make sure she calms down and doesn't hurt anyone." Caris ordered while taking Angie to go find the school books.
"Okay." Willow said, while dragging me out of the shop, and to say the least we received a lot of strange looks. Both Angie and Caris emerged victorious with the books several minutes later.
"Shall, we go check
out the quidditch store?" Angie asked excitedly.
"Sounds good to me, How 'bout you two?" I replied, looking at Willow and Caris. I probably knew Willow wouldn't object she played the sport like me and Angie, but Caris on the other hand didn't really like the sport but since it was a possible way of seeing Cedric she may agree.
"Yep, that's fine." Willow replied.
"Oh, yeah ok. And Hannah don't you have to get some cake for Charlie." she stated as we walked up the street.
"Oh crumbs yes, let's go!" I said running towards the cake emporium.
"Why do we always run everywhere?" Caris huffed stepping up the pace.
"It's good exercise." Angie replied, as she caught up with me.
"Yep." I agreed, Willow then caught up.
"'Tis." she also agreed.
"Why am I friends with sporty mad people like you three?" she grumbled making us all laugh a bit.
"'cause you love us really Caris." I said, while turning half round to look at her. We carried on running till we got to the cake shop. We ended up buying; one strawberry melon berry cake, one super mega chocolate round cake, two magic marvellous mint cakes and one raspberry rum cake. We set off cakes in boxes in bags, to the quidditch shop. As we approached our destination we were greeted by the sight of the boys in a heated argument with Flint, Pucey, Montague and Bletchley.
"Hannah no fighting you got that." Angie ordered.
"Fine." I grumbled.
Nothing really exciting happened just some remarks thrown this way and that. That I should be kept on a leash, the hell to that idea. Oliver and Flint's rivalry took over and the insults were thrown back and forth, Montague was telling Willow that her cat should be put down. We had to restrain her from taking his face off this time with her own hands and not her cats. Charlie had filled me in on this as I stared confused at the pair. But before any punches or kicks could be thrown, Mr. Butterbean arrived and gave the Slytherins a good old telling off, and they ran off.
"It's getting late, we should get going." I said looking at my watch.
"Aw too bad." Charlie whined, making a very sad face.
"See you guys tomorrow." I said.
"Bye." everyone said, as we walked back towards the leaky cauldron and all the way back home.
"Did you have a good time?" I asked a yawning Charlie.
"Suppose." he replied tiredly. " Couldn't believe that you kicked Flint though."
"When did you hear that?" I asked, wondering how he knew.
"That's for me to know." he said while running back to the house.
"Cheeky." I yelled after him.
We got back into the house mum still wasn't home and neither was dad, oh well. Both pf us collapsed onto our beds and fell asleep, after all tomorrow we would have to get up early again to go to King's Cross. I'm never going to get any sleep!
Author's notes:
Hannah: Yo! Again hoped you enjoyed, first of all I've got to apologize for the defiantly/definitely thing in the 1st chapter. My computer is crappy! I hope I'm not this violent…well then again…hehe. ANYWAY how are you? No sorry erm hmm oh yeah real fun to write. And I do have that effect/affect on people. Hehe I'm going to rule the world…cough…cough….So review if you can we accept anything like telling me that I'm an idiot…maybe not but all criticism is appreciated unless its totally mean…maybe not haha tells us if anything needs changing or if you have any ideas. Ciao!
Caris:
Hey again hope you enjoyed this chapter. I hope Hannah said something about the defiantly/definitely thing, was really funny when I was reading it. This chapter was good to write, I hope you think so too.
Please review see you!!!
Willow:
MEOW!…Ahem *cough* By the way, yes I am a very big Doctor Who fan =D and I like cats (obviously) and Pepper actually exists. I hope you enjoy this chapter so far this is the first time I've tried writing fan fiction and I'm taking it far too seriously, I just checked my mock up timetable for Hogwarts, instead of my real one so yeah….BYEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!3