AN: Well, I think I wrote too much about Dragon and James' lives at Hogwarts, it was time to include another character from the group, hu? Well, read on and enjoy.
Eleanor Weasley ran a sweaty hand across her long, curly strands of flaming hair, a look of boredom transformed the rather fair features into ones of pure annoyance. Her other hand was scribbling rapidly but almost distractedly over a roll of yellowish parchment, a quill tangled between her fingers and the inked point writting facts about the myth of the Sacred Argenta. Nell sighed and threw the heavy, leathered books, quill and parchment aside with a proffound gasp of annoyance, "bah, I've just had enough of this Care of Magical Creatures essay, I mean, WHY do we have to have homework through the Summer? It's supposed to be for resting!" she commented to herself rolling her deep brown eyes. A voice reached her ears, "so you dont forget all you have studied this past school year!" answered the tender voice belonging to Nell's mother. Nell looked at the solemn and cheerful figure of a slender woman with bushy brown hair and intelligent brown eyes. Nell raised her eyes to her very interesting spot in the ceiling in a way that spoke of the lecture she had premoniced, "mom, I'm tired of doing homework, I'm going to take a brief rest if you dont mind" Nell snapped in a tired voice. Without a last world she stood up and walked out of the room past her mother without a last glance at the saddened look that had shaded her face. The large, grey wolf that made Nell's pet followed the girl out of the room, his tail wagging and a rosy tounge lolling out due to the heat of summer, even although the house was magically isolated from heat.
Nell mother's eyes followed the retreating figure of her fifteen years old daughter, who was about to start her fifth year in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her features covered by the shadow of sadness and misunderstanding. Nell was a rebel like all teenagers her age, but she was just so closed minded at times her mother wanted to magic some sense into her. A red haired man stood by the 40 years old woman and placed an arm around the small shoulders, "just like you were when you were her age, Ron" she said absently with a proffound sigh echoing in her throat. Ron nodded and hugged his wife tightly, "oh, Hermione, she'll change, after all, she's just beggining to grow" he said smiling at the woman with loving eyes.
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Nell rushed torwards the atic in search of her racing broom, the Flash 3030, which had been placed into the roomy atic will all her school things except the books she had been using lately. The reason for that was that Hermione despised seeing the roomsovercrouded with items that can easily be placed somewhere else, where they could be fine and tidy, and not standing in the middle of a human path. Rusko the wolf rushed torwards a large, old, dusty trunk that rested hidden into the shadows of a small corner, where the roof nearly touched the floor. Rusko sniffed wagging his tail wildly, an excited whimper escaped his throat as his clawed, white leg pawed the trunk. Nell sighed annoyed and walked torwards the enormous wolf pup, "Rusko, come here, stop playing with things we dont understand!" she exclaimed, but her words faded upon seeing the wooden trunk behind the wolf's tupid, grey fur. She pushed the nearly adult pup aside and kneeled by the trunk. It was old, rotten, wooden and grey with dust but on a corner, still glowing like gold, were two letters HG carved against the badge of a Lion, Hogwart's symbol of Gryffindor, her house. It was a school trunk. Nell tried to open it, but the rusty lock had been magically closed as well for reasons unknown to her. However she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the trunk, "Alohomora" she whispered and observed as a spark of light escaped her wand and entered the trunk's rusty lock. In Hermione's time, magick had been prohibited outside school, but in actual times undersaged wizards were able to work simple spells such as lumos, alohomora, etc...
Nell was surprised the trunk's resistance had been so feeble against a spell so weak but she supposed the trunk had been closed many years ago and the magic had been fading away gradually. She oppened it and gasped at the items it contained, old, dusty books covered in mold and humidity, a rusty, green, copper cauldron, vials and flasks containing ingredients that had long ago stopped looking like what they were and had simply become an unrecognizable mass of something Nell was not planning on investigating due to it's very undesirable appereance. Nell gasped upon seeing something attract her attention, an amused smile spread across her face and her eyes glowed with fascination upon the image that appeared in front of her eyes.
To Be Continued...
AN: Well, hope you are enjoying this, what did Nell find? Well, keep reading and find out, I promised it will become VERY interesting. BTW, read my other stories please.