Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with it including, though not limited to, all of the characters and places mentioned in this story.
Summary: So Ginny Weasley married Harry Potter, Padma Patil married Terry Boot, Parvarti Patil married Seamus Finnegan, Hermione Granger married RonWeasley , Astoria Greengrass married Draco Malfoy, Ramilda Vane married Oliver Wood, Katie Bell married Lee Jordan, and Angelina Johnson married George Weasley so really...everything is THEIR fault...
Miracle Magic
"Okay, is it just me or is it, like, crazy hot today?" Rose Weasley asked, her red hair a mess of frizz around her head.
"No, it's crazy hot," Natalie agreed, taking a break from the essay she was writing to fan herself with both hands.
They were in Natalie's (Ali to all of her friends) sunroom which was made completely out of glass. The side that faced the back garden was currently raised up like a garage door to allow people onto the uncovered deck that looked over an expansive and professionally landscaped lawn. A ceiling fan as well as two smaller fans that Ali had charmed nearby were blowing directly on her but the circulating air was still hot. Her long, jet black hair was kept off of her sweaty neck by two elastic bands that held it up in a messy bun and she was clad in workout shorts and a baggy Cannons t-shirt 3 times too big. It was given to her by Rose two years earlier.
Ronald Weasley, Rose's father, always gave Rose Cannons merchandise for any special occasion as they were mutual fans. Unfortunately, guessing sizes was not one of Ron's strengths. When Ali had needed a shirt to sleep in during one of their impromptu sleepovers Rose had handed one of her many Cannon shirts over without second thought. Since then the shirt had become Ali's one and only tie to Quidditch, as well as the only connection she felt the need to have or explore.
Her friends, Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy, both adored the sport. Scorpius even went so far as to play for their house team while Rose showed her appreciation on the sidelines. Despite her enthusiasm, Rose had as much Quidditch talent as Ali who had ridden a broomstick for the first time when she was eleven and only twice after due to unavoidable circumstances.
"What're you working on?" Rose asked, having just arrived moments before.
"Transfiguration essay," Ali replied after a pause while she finished her sentence and then registered Rose's question.
"Oh, I still haven't done that," Rose admitted, biting her lip. "I meant to get it over with last night but I forgot about it."
"What were you doing?" Ali finally turned her full attention to her friend after reading through the ten inches of small but neat writing and pushing the roll of parchment away from herself. She reclined all the way back on her white lawn chair and took a sip of her water bottle before adjusting the chair so that it was at the perfect obtuse angle.
"The Potter's came over," Rose shrugged. "They left pretty early so I could have done it after but Hugo and I were in charge of dishes and…I don't know…it just slipped my mind."
"Happens," Ali brushed it off. "So how was dinner? Anything interesting?"
"Not really. James is still in Egypt on Holiday so he wasn't there. Hugo and Al talked top-secret Gryffindor Quidditch strategies the whole time and Lily made prefect for Gryffindor which she was pretty psyched about. She interrogated me for hours about how exactly she should best prepare."
"Speaking of prefects, how did your mum take you not getting head girl?" Ali asked curiously, knowing first hand that Hermione was prone to have high expectations for her children and didn't take well to them not being met.
"Not well," Rose winced. "I had to convince her not to write the Headmaster. She thought there had to be some mistake. She just doesn't understand that I'm not a carbon copy of her. I love her and I'm perfectly happy getting her brains and I have no issue with sharing her love of books but leadership just isn't something I inherited from her…Dad of course blames Scorpius. Said they probably didn't give it to me because I was friends with him but he was kind of smiling when he said it so I don't know. It was all kind of weird."
"I can never figure out…does your dad like Scorpius or does he, like, hate his guts?" Ali asked seriously.
Rose laughed unconcernedly. "I don't know. I think he just likes messing with him because he knows Scorpius is scared of him and he takes advantage of that. But I think he still holds the grudge from school against his dad. He's as bad as Hugo when it comes to that kind of stuff."
"Maybe you're just too forgiving," Ali suggested lightly.
"Says the girl who forgave her cousin when she went out with her ex less than a week after their break-up," Rose shot back and Ali shrugged.
"You know I think your brother is still mad at me," Ali mused, sounding amused rather than annoyed. "Ever since I spilled my pumpkin juice on him he's been cold. He didn't talk to me for weeks."
Both girls laughed.
"He probably is," Rose said. "But that's what I mean. Dad wasn't happy when I became friends with Scorpius and he's never really gotten over it. We were supposed to share a mutual hatred of the Malfoy's until I went and ruined it. But I think deep, deep, deep down he loves Scorpius."
"Really."
"I don't think he wants to but I think he does."
"Well I think you might want to lower your expectations to him admitting that he likes Scorpius first. Save the loving him for your wedding day," Ali joked.
The big clock that the Boot's kept in their entryway struck three and Ali swore loudly, jumping up from her seat and bolting out of the room.
"I have to be at a shoot in twenty minutes," she explained as Rose ran to keep up. "It's our last one for the summer."
"They do your make-up and stuff there, right?" Rose asked as she followed Ali up the black spiral staircase.
"Yeah but if I show up like this Aunt Parvarti would have a fit. The photos from this are going to be used for a release ad of their new product so magazines like Witch Weekly and such will be outside looking for some kind of dirt or exclusive."
Natalie Boot was the daughter of "Miracle Magic" founders Padma and Terry Boot. Her Aunt, Parvarti Finnegan, worked as a publicist for the company and managed the store and advertisement while Natalie's parents developed the actual products. Ali and her cousin Kensington "Kensy" Finnegan were the faces of the brand and had been for years.
"Do you want to come?" Ali offered, peeling off her shirt and replacing it with a black, sheer lace robe that was above the knee in the front but trailed on the ground at the back. She put on 3-inch red high heels and added a bit of lip-gloss before allowing Rose to style her hair in a loose side-braid.
"Not dressed like this," Rose replied, twisting a black elastic around the end of Ali's hair. "Merlin, I think it's hotter in here than it is in the glass room."
"Why do you think I was hanging out in there? We've been having a problem with the cooling charm but dad's been too busy with the release to take care of it and you know how he hates hiring people to do anything he thinks he can fix on his own…Alright, I have to go before I start sweating in this."
"Oh, the reason I came over," Rose said, snapping her fingers. "I need some more of the straightening solution."
"I'll pick some up for you," Ali promised. "Now go start on your essay. We only have one more year to keep up our perfect homework record."
"You're such a geek," Rose teased.
"But I'm a pretty geek so that makes it okay," Ali replied with her typical Don't-You-Just-Love-Me smile that made millions envy her and Rose roll her eyes good naturedly.
"Have fun," Rose offered as she and Ali stepped onto the front porch. Ali gave her a wave before they both turned on the spot and apparated to their destinations—Ali to the studio where her photo shoot would be taking place and Rose back to her house.
In order to keep everything under the wraps there were anti-apparition wards around the building which meant that Ali had to apparate outside, right in the midst of the press. It wasn't terrible seeing as they couldn't really get much but there were two cameras and a few questions thrown at her that she pointedly ignored. Martin, the agent standing guard, smiled at her as she approached and opened the door to allow her in and keep the press out.
"Ali's here," Kensy called out when she saw Ali walk in the door. Though they were far from identical it was obvious that Ali and her fifteen-year-old cousin were related—the same black, wavy hair and dark eyes that matched their mothers.
"Marigold is waiting to do your make-up," Parvarti told Ali, bustling up to her with a clipboard in hand. "We're going for a mystical look. The solution we're using on your hair still has a few kinks to be worked out so if you feel your head start to burn just find your father or Gordon."
"Is it likely?" Ali asked.
"Hopefully not, we want it out for purchase by Halloween," Parvarti replied briskly. "Now go get ready, Damon has a commitment tonight so we need to move along quickly."
"I thought you fired Damon," Ali said as she took a seat in one of the high black chairs and people started swarming around her.
"I did. But I decided to rehire him two days ago because he had a stash of Dittany."
"Why is it always so hard to find Dittany?" Ali wondered allowed, her eyes closing as the make-up artist started on the eye shadow.
"It's useful," Parvarti said simply. "Our job is just to make it more appealing."
"Fair enough," Ali shrugged and Parvarti left to check on the sets.
"So Lester Wood said that his brother is having a party tonight," Kensy told Ali quietly as soon as her mother left.
"No Kensy," Ali said immediately and Kensy rolled her eyes.
"C'mon A," she pleaded. "My mum will only let me go if I go with you. Think of it as good advertisement."
"That argument only works on your mum," Ali pointed out, standing up and stepping into her dress that was similar to the one Kensy was wearing except in purple instead of pink.
"But Ali, loads of people are going," Kensy went on. "We don't even have to stay long, just pop our heads in and say hello. I bet Rose is going since—"
"Crap, Rose," Ali said, grasping onto Kensy's arm. "Run and get some straightening solution and send it to Rose for me, please? If she is going to the party she's going to need it tonight."
"Natalie, we need to finish your hair," the girl with a purple pixie-cut hairdo told Ali calmly. "Your aunt said we were on a tight schedule."
"I'll do it if you go to the party with me," Kensy said quickly.
"Fine," Ali agreed, knowing she wouldn't be able to get it to Rose in time.
"Yes," Kensy grinned, clapping her hands together.
"But we're only there for a few minutes and we leave when I want to."
"Okay, okay," Kensy agreed happily, turning away immediately to send off the straightening solution before her mother came back to hurry them onto the set.
Miracle Magic
A/N: I've had this written for a while but I was worried about writing two stories at the same time. However, I've been having a lot of trouble with inspiration for "Being Known" and I already have the first three chapters for this one written. I should update BK by Tuesday night.
And for everyone who is reading this, there are a few things you should know right away:
1) I'm going to keep everything as cannon as I can so if you catch anything that is not cannon, Tell Me!
2) I love reviews and they motivate me to keep writing so please, please review every time you get the chance. That said, I am not going to hold out on an update simply because I didn't get five reviews for a chapter but I will only be continuing this if there's interest.
3) People change, so don't expect every character to be exactly like they were at Hogwarts. People who gave a love potion to Harry (*cough, Ramilda, cough*) when they were fourteen will not still be trying to get him to fall in love with them.
4) That said, I do not believe that Hermione, Ron, Harry, or Draco is completely over their history so do not expect me to write it where Hermione doesn't care about the fact that Draco sat by and watched her be tortured. I mean, seriously.
5) I need opinions: In the book it says that Fenrir Greyback was still human (of sorts) but that he was going around attacking people, including Lavender. After the attack Lavender is said to be "feebly stirring." In the DH Part II movie, she dies. So, do you think that JKR meant for Lavender to die in the battle or not? OPINIONS! ! !
*EDIT: I decided to stick with JKR's HPDH book and Lavender will be alive
And finally, this is a story that is going to be filled with: Albus/OC, Rose/Scorpius, and Fred II/OC. Please REVIEW!
