(AN: This is a story I've been working on for a while, but there are only about six and a half chapters written, and I'm stuck on it. Enjoy!)
Prologue: Meeting Tillman
(HPOV)
"Hey Harry," George (or was it Fred?) Weasley greeted me as I walked into the locker rooms to get ready for Quidditch practice. I looked around and counted five people, then turned toward George (?) in confusion.
"I thought there were supposed to be seven players on the team?" I asked, and all I heard in reply was laughter.
"Don't worry, Harry. Tillman's probably not dressed yet!" George said, directing the final words toward the showers.
"Just a minute!" a voice replied, sounding irritated.
"Tillman? Who's Tillman?" I asked, still confused.
"Oliver, you didn't tell him about me?" asked a voice mockingly. Oliver Wood groaned and turned towards the showers.
"I didn't think I'd need to," Wood replied, and I followed his gaze to see a girl standing at the entrance to the shower area.
"I thought-" I started, but was cut off.
"Only boys could play Quidditch at Hogwarts? Well, most people, upon hearing my name, think I'm a boy. And, anyway, nobody leaves Tillman out of the fun." Tillman said, laughing, as she left the locker rooms.
"What did she mean about her name?" I asked George as I started dressing for practice.
"Her first name is Ryan," George replied, following the rest of the team as they exited the locker rooms.
I quickly dressed and went out onto the pitch, seeing everyone else flying around and joining them in the air.
Chapter One: Christmas Day
(RTPOV)
I woke up to find a heap of presents at the foot of my bed. I quickly dove for the pile, picking out a parcel wrapped in colorful parchment. Opening it, I found a note from Fred and George.
Tillman,
We thought you would like these.
Happy Christmas!
F&G
Under the note was about five shirts. Most of them were just random, like a shirt with a lion on it, etc. One of them, however, was clearly original. It was purple, and in lime green letters it read, "Nobody puts Tillman in the corner!". I laughed at that and went to the next present.
An hour later, I had opened all my presents and gotten dressed, so I went downstairs. I was wearing the purple and green shirt, and when I got down into the common room, Fred and George were waiting for me at the foot of the staircase.
"Thanks for the shirts," I said, going to sit on the couch by the fire. I saw Harry and Small Weasley(I think his name's Roger) sitting on the couch talking.
"Hey Harry, Roger," I greeted, and Roger glared at me.
"Ross?" I tried, but he still glared.
"I'm just gonna call you Roger." I conceded, and Roger groaned and turned back to Harry.
Just then, the oldest Weasley at Hogwarts(I think his name's Peter) came down from the boy's dormitories.
"Happy Christmas, Peter!" I called to him, and he just gave me a look in reply.
"Hey, I called your older brother, Calvin, what's-his-face for the longest time, so why's it bad that I call you Peter?" I asked, and Peter groaned.
"Luckily, we told her our names!" George called after Peter as he stormed out of the common room.
"Yeah, if we hadn't, she'd still be calling us Flynn and Greg!" Fred said, laughing.
"I get everyone's names wrong! Hey Hannah!" I said, greeting Harry and Roger's friend as she passed me. Harry, Roger, Fred, and George all rolled their eyes at me.
"What?" I asked, shrugging innocently.
"Ryan, can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked quietly, and I jumped, not noticing that he had moved to stand beside me.
"Sure," I said, managing to calm myself down from the small shock of Harry's sudden appearance.
Harry led me out of the common room and to an empty classroom.
(Fred POV)
"Tell her my name isn't Roger!" Ron told me and George, and George laughed.
"No. She'll have to figure it out on her own!" I said, turning and leaving the common room. I looked around, trying to see where Ryan had gone, and when I couldn't find her, I sat down against the wall.
Twenty minutes later, Ryan walked up to the Fat Lady, Harry trailing behind. They seemed to be having a private conversation, so I hid behind the nearest suit of armor.
"I'm too old for you," Ryan said, sighing in annoyance.
"I don't care!"
"I do!"
"Why?"
"Because I have a conscience!"
"What does that matter?"
"Not sure!"
"Well then, why not ignore it?"
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"I just can't! Now go away!"
"No! Not until you start thinking!"
"I am thinking!"
"I'm not leaving until you start thinking. Really thinking!"
"Oh, you mean I need to let go of the age difference?"
"Yes! Age is just a number, why should it matter?"
"Fine, I'll do that. Now go!"
"No!"
"Fine!"
A few minutes passed in pure silence, the Fat Lady leaving her frame to give the two privacy to talk, and me continuing to watch.
"Fine, okay, yes," Ryan said, sighing in defeat.
"Yes!" Harry cheered, hugging Ryan in his excitement.
"Now let's go. Who knows how long Fred's been out here watching us?" Ryan said, using a spell to open the portrait hole and following Harry inside.
(AN: Now, I will update every other day unless I get reviews. That should be incentive for you to review, and I love hearing that you like my writing!)