The other's story
After they'd watched the came in silence for a few moments Dobby decided he'd better comment the game.
"AND LOVEGOOD GOT THE QUAFFLE. SHE THROWS IT TO SNAPE BUT UNFORTUNATELY IT'S TAKEN BY POTTER WHO GIVES IT OVER TO POTTER that sounded weird SHE'S ATTEMPTING TO SCORE BUT LUPIN SAVES IT. AND CREEVEY'S GOT THE QUAFFLE, HE HEADS FOR THE GOAL. AND HE SCORES."
The game went on for long time. Both teams were amazingly well going considering that some of them had never played while alive. However, people was about to get bored.
"When are they letting the snitch loose?" Ariana asked. That made them think about something; how had the brooms, the pitch and the balls appeared? And who was supposed to let the snitch go?
"Sorry. Forgot. Here it goes." Before any of them could react ImagingThings had again appeared, letting the Snitch go before she was gone again.
"LUPIN'S GOT THE QUAFFLE. SHE SCORES again. BLACK HAS SEEN THE SNITCH. SO HAS DIGGORY. WHO WILL CATCH IT? AND IT'S BLACK."
They cheered while the winning team took a round. Still the idea of a tournament sort of disappeared considering that they weren't enough people to play.
"We can ask around." Regulus offered. "It'll be fun with a quidditch tournament for dead, won't it?"
"Yeah…"
Getting a broom each, also those who hadn't played, they started to fly off towards wherever. Even Dobby had gotten a miniscule broom.
They hadn't flown for long when Mrs Abbott noticed that they were being followed by no less than the red-headed fury that'd appeared before the game.
"Aren't you muggle?"
"So is he." She answered pointing at Tom Riddle Sr. "Besides I'm the one writing the story. However this seems to just do whatever it wants so it could be fun hanging out here for a while."
"And you aren't going to yell at us or anything?"
"Only if you're being stupid Freddie."
Deciding not to inform the girl that his name wasn't Freddie, after all she did have some authority by being the writer of the story, Fred quickly returned to fly with his uncles. No need to tempt fate there.
When they'd flown for a while they came to a nice lake and decided to have a picnic, which of course is extremely strange but remember; the writer's part of the story now. She was also remarkable friendly considering the way she'd yelled earlier.
"What's you name?" Mrs Lovegood asked.
"Anne."
"Just Anne?"
"Anne Berthe Lund Jensen. So, you figured Denmark isn't a part of Sweden?"
"Well, after your lecture earlier."
"Good. Or you'd be really thick-headed. So, what's in the baskets?"
They sat down and ate the delicious food while enjoying the view over the lake.
"Really hope Aunt Bella and the others won't turn up here. Really."
"Yeah…" Anne said her mouth stuffed with food. "I understand. After all she killed you."
The silence was so you could drop a needle and still hear it.
"How do you know that?"
"The internet. That's a muggle thing. That and the epilogue. I know everything there happens."
"Tell us."
"Right. Bill and Fleur have three children. A daughter born May the 2nd who's called Victoire. Another daughter called Dominique and a son called Louis. Charlie never marries. Percy marries a girl called Audrey and has two daughters called Molly and Lucy. George and Angelina get married. They name their son Fred and their daughter Roxanne. Ron and Hermione marry, you might've guessed, their children are called Rose and Hugo. Harry and Ginny also marry and have three children; James Sirius, Albus Severus and Lily Luna. Neville and Hannah marry; Neville becomes Herbology professor while Hannah becomes the landlady of the Leaky Cauldron. Luna marries Newt Scamander's grandson Rolf and has twins called Lorcan and Lysander. That's it."
"Who in their right mind calls their child James Sirius?" Remus said, looking rather shocked. "And what happens to Ted?"
"Yeah. You forgot him. You can't just forget my son."
"Sorry. He grows up with Andromeda and after some years falls in love with Victoire. James catches them snogging at King's Cross when Ted's 19."
When the sun was about to set they prepared to return to the pitch. Anne said she'd better get home too.
Suddenly they all heard a loud thud and looked down to see Anne lying on the ground having fallen off her broom.
"THIS IS TOO STUPID. WHY AM I WRITING A STORY WHERE I FALL OFF A BROOM?" she yelled before she was gone again.
"I think she's really nice." Ariana said matter-of-factly. "A little crazy yes but really nice. Hope she'll come back another day."
"Me too." Merope said smiling.
The sun was down and everybody went to bed.