"I don't think I've ever seen you at Hogwarts!"
I turned my head to look at the guy who spoke. Blond hair, dark blue eyes, sweet smile, doesn't look to arrogant, he looked around my age, 16, and he was skinny for his age. He was also much taller than me but most people were, and on his face I could see many scars that kind of looked like scratches. I smiled at him and leaned against the wall next to me. "Ya well, I just moved here from New York."
He nodded and said, "So you're a transfer."
I shook my head, "I was homeschooled, I'm just here to drop off my brother and cousin." I explained at his look of confusion. "My aunt didn't want to come to England with us, so I'm stuck taking care of the little ones."
"That must be bloody horrible."
I shrugged. Yeah I guess it was. I mean, I lied about my aunt not coming. She did, we just don't live in the same house (long story), and I plan on trying out for the Holy Head Harpies, Christa and Jake are under a spell to make them look younger, so they'll be starting Hogwarts as first years.
I live in hogsmeade, and I work at the three broomsticks. Gwen lives somewhere in the middle of nowhere. In the same neighbourhood as the burrow, I think. Jake and Christa live with me. Gwen and I are supposed to keep an eye on people outside of Hogwarts. Jake and Christa are keeping an eye on the people in Hogwarts, as you've probably already guessed.
"I'm Sam!"
"Megan. Nice to meet you! So, what house are you in?"
"Me? I'm Hufflepuff."
"OI, mate!" A tall built boy runs up to us. He has curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and a stupid smirk on his face, he's obviously arrogant.
Sam turns to look at him and he jerks his head toward me.
"Whatever! Guess who I just saw back there." He jerks his thumb somewhere over his shoulder. "Harry Potter! One of his kids is starting Hogwarts this year."
My eyes travel to a man, with unruly black hair, emerald green eyes, a lightning scar and round glasses. Definitely Harry Potter. He seems to notice that someone is looking at him, because his eyes make their way over to me, and I see a look of confusion appear on his face, but it's gone just as fast as it came. He looks away and I quickly notice the family of gingers huddled together.
"Right well it was nice to meet you." Sam looks at me again and smiles.
"Leaving already." He gives me a sweet smile and I chuckle.
"How about you and your friend sneak out and meet tomorrow night at the three broomsticks. Make sure to wear muggle clothes by the way, can't stand wizard clothes." I smile at him and wave before walking away, not giving him time to answer.
I could hear them finishing each other's sentences even from all the way over hear. There both obnoxiously loud but I am too so I don't ever complain.
"Two butterbears." I shout over the counter. Sam walks out of two oak doors and looks at my face.
"What's wrong?"
I wave him off and repeat, "Two butterbears."
He looks at me concerned, and turns around to make the butterbears. "Don't even try and act like nothing's wrong. Come on you wouldn't keep secrets from your best mate, would you?"
He hands me over the two butterbears and I place them on my tray holding it up with one hand and smirk at him, "Right well my best mate is much too nosy for my taste." I wrinkle my nose in mock disguised, and walk off.
"OI" I take a glimpse over my shoulder to see Sam pouting, but I could still see the ghost of a smile on his face. I giggle and turn my head back to the couple hand in hand that ordered the butterbears. They're staring at each other lovingly and although I find it romantic, it still seems to make me want to barf.
I hand them there butterbears and when I turn around I bump into a familiar body. Before I fall the curly haired boy grabs onto my shoulders and steadies me. "Still have no balance, shorty"
"Oh shut up, Larry." I give him an annoyed sigh and he gives me his extremely annoying smirk. "Wipe that smirk off your face; at least I could get a date, short or not."
He purses his lips and narrows his eyes at me, " I can very well get a date!"
I scoffed and stated, "You haven't had a date in two years."
"Because I've been too busy helping you with all of your dating problems."
I had started walking back to the counter with Larry walking behind me. "I do not have dating problems and even if I did I would probably ask a girl about stuff like that, not whatever you are."
I could hear Larry gasp and he probably had his hand on his heart, "That hurts Megan, that hurts a lot."
"Oh shut up and go back to work will you."
Larry chuckled and walked away. I rolled my eyes at him, and made my way behind the counter and through the oak doors. I took my apron off and placed it on the staff lunch table. I grabbed my purse of one of the coat hangers as well as my leather jacket.
"Madame Rosemerta, I must leave now for Quititch practice."
From another room further in the back I could hear the now much older Madame Rosemerta reply in her sweet voice, "Of course, darling."
"Thank you." I shouted before running out of the oak doors yelling, "Bye Sam, Bye Larry." As I passed the both of them, I could hear them chuckle and say in unison, "Bye Megan."
Of course being me the second I was out the door I tripped over a rock. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact but it never came, when I opened my eyes I realized someone's hands were holding on to my waist. I quickly stood up properly and the person let go of me. "Might want to be more careful. I recommend not running."
"Yeah well, I'm going to be late for Quitich practice. Thank you so much for catching me, I'm a real klutz." I smiled politely at the person who looked suspiciously like my brother but with a scar on his face.
"No problem." As soon as the words left his mouth, I took off at a run towards the train station.
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"You're late." Her arms were crossed over her chest and she had a stern look on her face.
"So sorry. Hogsmeade weekend for the kids at Hogwarts. Always full of people at work."
She narrowed her eyes at me and I smirked at her, then walked off to find my friend and fellow beater Amanda. She stood talking to one of the chasers, her hair was tied back into its usual ponytail, her cheeks were rosy like usual and she wasn't wearing the Quiditch uniform but a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Everyone else was wearing their uniform expect for her. Amanda and the team coach, Angelina, were always getting into fights about this. I always ended up screaming at Angelina too, I wasn't particularly fond of her. She was much too old to still be playing Quiditch, but she was my friend, Fred's mom so I always tried to keep my temper under control, just to make a better impression.
Although, Fred's dad and Angelina got a divorce leaving Roxanne and Fred with their father, I knew for a fact that Fred went to visit his mother for a week each summer and the main thing they talked about was Quiditch and how the Holyhead Harpies team was like.
"OI, Amanda."
Her head turned to look at me and she smiled, "Megan! Oh my merlin I saw the most adorable boy the other day and he winked at me." I rolled my eyes at my friend's behavior. She was absolutely nuts when it came to boys and the slightest hint of flirting practically made her fall in love the boy.
"Enough talking!" My eyes traveled to Angelina and I sighed. I was really not in the mood for her screaming today. "Steal, take those earrings' off and go put on your pads." I nodded and walked over to the benches were I had put my bag. I could hear Angelina screaming at Amanda all the way over here about not wearing the proper uniform; I shook my head and watched the screaming from over my shoulder. Amanda's face was turning redder than usual and her hands her balled up into fists. Angelina's eyes were filled with rage and I tried not to laugh at how ridiculous she looked. I turned back to the task at hand, and secured the brown pad around my ankles. When I turned back around, Angelina had her fist raised as if she was about to punch Amanda in the face and I growled.
It wouldn't have been the first time she punched Amanda but the few times she did I had never really been there. I was always doing something like now when I had been putting my pads on. Angelina knew better than to do these things in front of me, when I got angry it was never pretty. The only reason I knew that Angelina ever really hurt Amanda was because she always seemed to be in pain afterwards, and I would have to force the information out of her.
"If you bloody touch her I swear to gods, this will be the last day you'll ever be able to see this world." The threat came out of my mouth before I could realise I had even said it. Angelina's head turned to look at me and for a second she looked scared but she quickly hid the emotion by pretending to act bored.
"Oh really? I don't really think you're strong enough, and anyways you're much too short."
"What does height and strength have to do with me being able to smack you across the head with my bat." Just to prove to her what I meant I picked up the beaters bat and hit it against the wall. Hard.
Angelina winced at the action, but sneered. "I don't think you'll be able to reach my head considering how tiny you are. I narrowed my eyes at her and growled.
"At least I'm not an 80 year old who's single."
Her hands balled up into fists and she snarled at me, "I'm 35."
"Ha, I would really stop lying to yourself even if you weren't 80, you're way too old to be 35." I smirked at her and she narrowed her eyes at me.
"As much as I would love to see you beat the crap out of this one, I really think we should start the practice. I have a date tonight and I would rather not be late." I looked away from Angelina and at Amanda who was smirking at me with her hands in her pockets.
"Right, everyone up in the air right now." Angelina screamed. I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed my Firebolt 9000, and swinging my beaters bat over my shoulder before taking off into the air.
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"-I can't stand her. I mean I know she's hit Amanda before but I've never actually seen her do it before, well almost punch her technically. But I mean still, when I saw her with her fist raised I just lost it. I would have probably hit her with my bat if it wasn't for Amanda. Bless her soul. I hope she's having a fun time on her date tonight. She's really got to find herself one guy and just settle down. And I mean I love her and everything but she's not fifteen anymore, she has to find that one special guy and just really fall in love not like 'oh my merlin he winked at me, I could see us getting married one day.' Like no I mean really fall in love."
"Megan I love you and everything but will you please shut up for at least 5 seconds." I gave Sam an irritated look and he just gave me a weak smile.
Larry was usually the one to snap at me first when I started rambling and when Sam stopped me I knew it was because it was probably that time of the month soon. "Why don't we just watch a movie, maybe than I'll just shut up and watch?"
Larry chuckled on my right side and I took that as a yes to the movie idea. I stood up and walked over to the cabinet filled with movies. "How about we watch a Disney movie? They're all so romantic."
"NO!" I looked over my shoulders and gave both boys a hurt look.
"Fine, hey what about Thor. Chris Hemsworth is so hot in this movie plus there's a lot of fighting so I think you guys would like it."
"Yeah sure." Sam answered.
"Yay." I took the DVD and placed it inside the DVD player. I could hear Larry picking up the remote for the DVD player and I closed the cabinet and walked over to the couch sitting in-between the two boys.
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Bloody hell my leg hurts. Why's my bed so lumpy.
Slowly I opened my eyes and looked at the my surroundings. Apperently, Larry, Sam and I had fallen asleep while watching the movie.
Larry's legs were propped up on the coffee table, his right arm was under his head, my head was resting on his stomach and he had his left arm wrapped protectively around my shoulder. Sam lay on the other side of the couch. His left leg was resting on the coffee table, while his right foot was on the floor. He had both arms under his head and my left leg was propped up on his chest, while the other one was being squashed by Sam's legs.
I sighed and pulled my leg out from underneath Sam, and curled up into a little ball; I put my head on Larry's chest and cuddled up closer to him. I felt protected in Larry's arms, but not like a girlfriend would feel in their boyfriends arms, more like what a little girl would feel like in their older brothers arms.
Even thought he was a few months younger than me, Larry (and Sam) but they both treated me like a little sister. They acted like two really annoying protective brothers, but I could always count on them to beat up any guy that broke my fragile little heart (as Larry and Sam would put it).
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When I woke up again the TV was on and Sam was no longer in his spot, instead I could hear him cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
"Glad to know you're finally awake." I tilted my head up to see Larry smirking at me. His arm was still wrapped around me but he moved it so that I could sit up.
"What time is it?"
"Eleven o'clock"
"OOF! When did you guys wake up?"
"Not sure, I think I woke up like an hour ago." He shrugged his shoulders, and continued to look at the TV. I raised my eyebrow at the show he was watching and shook my head.
"Since when do you like kid shows?" He chuckled and turned his head to look at me.
"Since I can't seem to find the remote and this was the last channel that was on last night." I looked at him confused; it was not a channel I watched, so I didn't really understand why it would have been the last channel.
I just shrugged and stood up to walk to the kitchen. Sam was standing in front of the oven he had his wand out and he was whistling to a famous muggle song. I jumped up onto the counter and crossed my right leg over my left.
Sam looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. "Mind helping me?"
"Sure. What do you need help with, Chef Sam?" Sam chuckled and pointed at the fridge.
"Get the box of eggs and everything on this sheet of paper." He handed me a paper of ingredients and I nodded my head before going through all the cabinets in search of the ingredients.
"Right now crack four eggs inside that boll and stir it."
"Aye! Aye! Chef Sammy" Sam chuckled, still concentrating on making the food on the oven.
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"Bloody hell, remind me to never eat something you make. You're the worst cook ever." I gave Larry and annoyed look. We were doing laps around the Quiditch field and he kept complaining about how horrible the pancakes I made that morning were.
"Oh shut up! Not everyone is as good of a cook as Sam."
"Well, that's why I'm the cook out of all of us." I looked at Sam and rolled my eyes. He was grinning at me and he had his hands up in surrender. I shoved him playfully and stopped running.
"Right get down and do 50 push ups." The two boys groaned and I giggled.
"Come on! You guys promised you would work out with me and I got to get my arms all muscular so I can hit that blugder bloody hard. The two boys reluctantly moved into a push up position and did these semi push ups or something. I shook my head and followed in their footsteps, except doing the push ups properly of course.
I could hear the two boys groaning in pain next to me and I tried not to laugh. Despite the fact that I started after them when I finished I found the boys still doing there horrible push ups. I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Right let's go visit the people of Hogwarts now."
"Oh thank god." Sam sighed and gave me and irritated look. "You're torturing me on the night of the full moon. I really bloody hate you right now."
I looked at him sadly; I had completely forgotten it was the full moon tonight. You should probably go drink you're potion now." Sam looked down at his watch and groaned. "Right let's get to Hogwarts fast so I can drink the potion."
I smiled at him before turning around and apparating to the gates in front of Hogwarts. Soon after I heard the familiar CRACK of someone apparating
Looking over my shoulder I saw both boys standing behind me. Sam looked quite grumpy today and Larry looked just as arrogant as he always does. Although, despite the fact that he was arrogant, there was a reason why he was placed in Hufflepuff.
Larry began to walk to the gate. He muttered a simple unlocking charm and opened the door wide. "Milady." He smirked at me and gestured for me to go in first.
"Why thank you." I walked through the gate and was welcomed by the familiar school. Although I've never actually been a student at Hogwarts (which really sucks considering so many people consider it to be the best 7 years of their life), I come visit the school at least once a week. I know this school as well as most of the students here.
Many of the students were outside. Some were doing working, others were just goofing around. I looked around for a familiar face. Often me and Larry would stay and chat with friends while Sam went to go drink his potion.
My eyes made their way to a group of 3 people. They all wore Gryffindor robes and had a familiar face. But none of them I actually knew.
Jake had told me he thought that they might have had an accident with a time turner. I had believed but of course there was that small part of me that didn't, up until now at least. I had only seen pictures of them looking happy and yet arrogant. They all had these mischievous glint in their eyes, even the smarter one who preferred to stay out of trouble.
Standing under the same tree that my friends and I always hang out under were three faces I knew were dead. Yet somehow, they were alive and young, and not in their own time.
One of them must have noticed someone because he turned his head to look at me and, grey eyes met grey eyes.
I looked away thought and swallowed down tears. I could tell he was still staring at me, and I just wanted to get inside as soon as possible.
Of course that couldn't happen thought. Being me I tripped over my own foot. I reached my arms out to try and make the fall hurt less. Thankfully I was on grass so it hurt less.
"OOF!" I said and landed with a thump. My eyes were closed and I could hear footsteps coming towards me.
"Are you okay?" He was crouched over looking at me in concern.
I could hear Larry laughing in the background and said, "This happens a lot anyways."
He smiled kindly and reached a hand out to help me. I accepted it and he lifted me up.
Standing next to me, was a much younger version of Sirius Black himself.
