Author Note: This chapter has been re-writed!
Harry and Seamus were kind enough to retrieve me from the bottom of the stairs. I rose my hands to signal I was all right. More or less.
"I'm okay people! It's just a broken bone and internal damages. Nothing to worry about.!"
Percy continued leading us through the stone hallways until we reached a portrait of a woman. The painting, like the others in the castle, was alive.
"Password?" She asked.
"Caput Draconis." Percy answered.
The woman made a gesture with her hand and the painting moved to reveal a door. Percy urged us and we entered inside. In our common room we had a chimney with sofas, chairs, carpets…Everything in red and gold. Gryffindor pride, motherfuckers.
"Everyone, gather around here!" Percy called. "Welcome to the Gryffindor common room."
He told us where our rooms were: Boys on the left, girls on the right. Obviously, going to the other room was forbidden.
I entered my room along with other three girls, including Hermione. I saw my stuff next to a bed and proclaimed it mine by throwing myself onto it.
"Night!"
"Aren't you even going to change?" Hermione asked, probably crossing her arms.
"Too sleepy, sorry." I chuckled and she sighed.
"You're hopeless."
I was indeed. In three minutes I had drifted off to dreamland. Next morning I hardly knew where I was. I passed a hand through my head, letting go of my pillow.
"What time is-WAH!"
"Nngg…Alex, what's wrong" Hermione asked me from her bed.
"Don't say a word or I damn you!" I called from my spot from floor.
What a nice way to wake up. Falling from your bed promises a good day! I walked downstairs with her. I still let out a yawn or two.
"Honestly, you should be more careful, Alex. You fall from the floor without moving!" She said.
"I know, but I can't help it. I've always been this clumsy." I hung my head down. "One of these days I'll end up killed because of it."
"You'll probably be. You should stay sharp." She advised poking my temple. "Your family won't be happy if their only witch died because of a silly accident."
"That'd be hilarious. My cousins would try to resurrect me only to kill me again."
Then we went to have breakfast. Strange enough, neither Harry or Ron had appeared. Maybe they had fallen asleep? Uh-oh. And on the first day of class. That won't be good.
"Miss Kane, what did I tell you about your uniform?" McGonagall warned me as she passed near the Gryffindor table and I flinched. "You better be dressed properly by our following class."
I gulped. It's not my fault that I had no freaking clue of how to make a tie. I tried my best! I kept struggling with it. I heard amused laughs in front of me. I frowned at the twins.
"Does my despair amuse you?" I asked them in a fake British accent filled with sarcasm.
"I shall say it's delicious." Fred grinned and George gave a small laugh.
"What are you even doing? Come on, get over here." George said gesturing with his hand.
I had my trust issues with these two. Percy said they were trouble and, even if I loved a bit of trouble myself, getting pranked isn't a good thing. For all I knew, he could curse my tie so it changed colors constantly or make it recite poetry or something! Still, very cautious, looking for McGonagall in case I needed help, I got a closer to him enough.
"I'm keeping my eye on you…" I threatened, but he smiled.
"Oh, I know. I'm that cute, right?" He winked and I had the urge to face-palm. "There you go. All set."
I looked down and, surprisingly, it was perfect. No trickery, nothing. I smiled grateful at him.
"Thanks!"
"No problem. So, tell us, best prank you ever pulled off?" He asked and Fred inched closer.
"Yeah, let's see if you're fit to join in."
I thought for a moment. Oh, there was that time…Yeah, that glorious time.
"I took three puffskeins and painted the numbers 3, 8, 14 on their fur and I set them loose on the kitchen of my cousin's home. They spent the whole day trying to find eleven more of the lost animals when I had only freed three. They even moved the fridge to look under it! Oh, they were so mad…they made me clean Dick for the rest of my stay." I remembered.
They looked at each other thoughtfully, unsure.
"Seven on creativity but only 3 in chaos. Not that good. " Fred declared. "Let's make a deal. If you can play a great prank before the year ends then we'll let you join the club of mischief. If you don't then you'll become an objective. Deal?"
"Oh, you're on!" I shook his hand ready for the challenge.
"As I said, hopeless…" Hermione muttered for herself.
After the great breakfast we had our first class of Transformation with Professor McGonagall. It was strange since Ron and Harry were still missing.
"Why are they so late?" I whispered to Hermione but she shushed me and made me signs to continue writing.
McGonagall told us to write an essay so the room was in total silence. I was disappointed. I wanted to learn how to turn Malfoy into a rat as soon as possible. Ten minutes after the class had begun Ron and Harry appeared at the door. They didn't know McGonagall was an animagus, a person who turns into an animal at her will, so I snorted at their faces when the cat at the desk transformed into our headmaster.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron complimented.
"Thank you Mr. Weasley. Perhaps would be more useful to transform Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way one of you may be on time."
"We got lost." Harry excused themselves.
"Then perhaps a map? I hope you'll be able to find your seats."
Damn, her use of sarcasm was glorious to behold. Ron and Harry sat embarrassed and I threw a small paper ball at them to call their attention.
"Nice first impression." I mouthed with a thumbs-up and a smirk on my face.
"Shut up." Ron mouthed back to me.
Hermione elbowed my sides and told me to continue writing. I huffed and continued working. At the end of the class my wrist was aching. I walked alongside Seamus to our potions class.
"If they put us into teams would you like to work with Dean and me?" Seamus asked.
"Sure! Who's our professor by the way?" I wondered.
"Professor Snape." He paled.
"We're doomed."
Professor Snape was the headmaster of Slytherin and he was famous for his favoritism towards the students of his own house…and his hate towards Gryffindor. When we sat at the table I began to get bored. The atmosphere of the little, underground room was tiring. Soon I got into my own world. When the professor entered and began ranting about bottling glory, making fame or something like that I lost track of his speech. And when he began asking Harry I was resting my head on my elbow and trying to not fall asleep.
"Miss Kane!" He suddenly called and I sat straight.
"Yes?!" I asked with my heart pumping fast. (He's going to take points from me for almost falling asleep for sure!)
"Tell me the effect of Veritaserum." He ordered.
"Emm…Veritaserum, you say? Well, eh…"
"Wrong, it is not 'eh' as you said. The effect of the potion makes the one who drinks it tell only the truth! And if you try to fall asleep again in my class I'll make you clean the whole classroom without any use of magic. Also I take ten points to Gryffindor; five from Mr. Potter and other five from Miss Kane." He said the last part with a deathly whisper. "And why aren't you taking notes?" He asked the other students who began pulling piece of parchments at top speed.
Professor Snape walked away and I let out the breath I was holding. He's the fucking devil.
Somebody threw a ball of paper to me. I looked to see Ron.
"Nice first impression." He told me with a smirk. The little shit…
I let out a small growl. Seamus and Dean whispered something to each other and they laughed. I sent them a glare and shut up. I also saw Malfoy and his minions laughing. I swear I'll take my revenge on that pureblood…I knew the answer to the question. The problem is that if Snape is sucking your soul out of your body with his glare, answering gets difficult.
"I want to burn all the Slytherin common room with all their members inside. Including the headmaster!" I groaned at the 'free' hour we had to study.
"If you want we can help." George said.
"Yeah, a few pranks on Slytherin could be nice. Like the old times." Fred smiled dreamily.
"What did you do?" I asked interested.
"We turned their color of hair into golden and red. For three days!" They beamed with pride.
"Nah…I want something more…explosive." I muttered to myself.
BOOM!
I looked besides me to see Seamus with his face covered in ashes. He was trying to turn water into rum; how did he even do that?!
"There you have your explosion." the twins said at the same time.
Suddenly a strange sound echoed through the great hall. Owls began to come from everywhere delivering packages, magazines and newspapers to their owners. I looked up and prepared to fetch my feathered partner. Okay, easy, easy…No, no, no! Oh, dang it!
"Hacker, must you always land on my head?!" I growled grapping the squeaky animal and moving it to my arm, where it belonged.
He nipped at my ear and rubbed his head against my neck with all his love. He was too clingy for being a hawk.
"Yeah, yeah…love you too." I muttered as he continued his ministrations. "Hawk, stop it. You smell like dead mouse."
"Why do you have a hawk and not an owl?" Ron asked amazed.
"It was a gift from my Australian cousin, Dani. Cool isn't he? Yet, I'd rather have an owl than this feathered baby."
I grabbed the newspaper tied to his claw and put it on the table. The hawk eyed his surroundings with interest, still keeping close to me.
"Hey, look! Neville got a rememberball!" Dean called.
I looked at Neville and saw him holding a small crystal ball with smoke inside. I never heard of such an artifact.
"I read about those! If the smoke turns red it means you forgot something." Hermione explained. At the same time the smoke turned red as she said.
"The bad is; I don't remember what I forgot!" Neville sighed.
(Poor boy...) I caught Malfoy staring with a smirk at the rememberball. I didn't like that at all and I decided to scare him a little bit. Maybe I could get some points to join the team of mischief.
"Psst, guys look at this." I whispered to my friends. "Hacker, the chalk headed boy is the objective. Go for it, mate."
The hawk rose on the air and twirled around a few times in the air. When he detected the objective he descended at his maximum speed towards him. Malfoy let out a scream and got down. Hacker went for a second round and did the same. The stupid pureblood ended up hiding under the table whimpering. The Gryffindor table laughed their guts out and the nearest people high-fived me. Alex: 1. Malfoy: 0. Still, not enough to please the devil twins.
"Good afternoon class!"
"Good afternoon Madame Hooch."
"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Everyone step to the left side of their broomstick." She instructed.
We were outside the castle and everyone had their own broom. They were normal brooms; not too fast or awesome. We were too young to have one of our own. The next year we would be able to play Quidditch and bring our own equipment. When we all were ready she continued explaining.
"Stick your right hand over the broom and say: Up!"
"Up!" Harry called and his broom went to his hand on the first try. (Impressive…)
The others tried to do the same only getting their brooms to move around or give a little jump.
"Up!" Ron called and the broom hit him square on the face.
"Good job, Weasley!" I laughed. "Up!"
WHAM!
"Epic hit, damn it…"
A few minutes later, we all had our brooms in our hands.
"Now, once you've got a hold of your broom I want you to mount it. Grip it tight, you want to be sliding off the end. When I blew the whistle I want each of you to kick off from the ground hard, keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forwards slightly and touch back down." She explained. "On my whistle. Three, two, one…"
She blew on the whistle. I was about to hit the ground hard when I saw Neville rose up. He was getting too high.
"What are you doing? Get down!" I warned him.
"I can't!" He exclaimed.
He lost all control and began flying everywhere. I gritted my teeth. I mounted my broom again but Hermione pulled me down by my robes.
"Alex, don't! You could get hurt!"
"And Neville too if we don't do any-DOWN!" I pulled her on the ground when he almost passed over us.
Neville continued flying around the castle until his robes got stuck in the spear of a statue. He got hung up there, safe for a moment. Sadly the robe began to tear off. It ripped completely and he fell, but again he got stuck in the handle of a torch. Finally he fell from there to the ground. We could be thankful for he was still alive.
"Everyone step back!" Madame Hooch made way over the crowd and kneeled besides him.
"Is he okay?" Hermione whispered concerned to me and I tried to see better.
Neville had his wrist broken. She ordered us to not use our brooms and wait till she took Neville to the hospital wing. I looked how she walked away with Neville and sighed. (Maybe I'm not the unique one with bad luck in here.)
"Give it here, Malfoy." I heard Harry's voice and I turned.
I frowned when I saw the stupid chalk head with Neville's rememberball. He better not touch other's belongings. Specially a Gryffindor's stuff.
"No. I think I'll put it in a place so he can't find it." He got on his broom and flew a few meters. "How about the roof?"
Okay, this time he went too far. Harry and I looked at each other and got into our brooms. We were fed up with his pureblood Nazi antics.
"Harry, no! And you too Alex, Mrs. Hooch said-" Hermione began.
"To the hell with everything!" I shouted as I darted off with the broom and Harry followed me.
"Malfoy, give us that back or we'll knock you off your broom." He warned him.
"Is that so?" He sneered and I flew to catch him.
He tried to dodge me but I was fast enough to grab the rememberball from his hands. He looked at me astonished and I smirked.
"What's wrong, Draco? Missing something?" I waved the rememberball on his face.
"Fine, let¡'s play, mutt."
Malfoy flew towards me and I moved out the way but he came back. I continued dodging him as we flew around the castle grounds. Sadly he cornered me against a wall. I frowned and glared at him with hate.
"I'm in a good mood today. If you give me that back now I'll reconsider letting you go without a scratch." He said extending his hand, but I wouldn't give in.
"HARRY, LONG PASS!" I threw the rememberball over Draco's head to Harry.
I threw it the farthest I could and I feared he couldn't catch it in time. But Harry was fast enough and grabbed the small crystal ball before it broke a window.
"YES! WOHO" I cheered and flew back on the ground as I ran with the Gryffindor team. "Awesome catch, Harry!" I hit his arm playfully.
"You were amazing too!" He complimented and we shook hands with grins in our faces.
"Harry Potter and Alexis Kane!" We heard a stern voice and we paled.
We turned around and we found our headmasters looking at us. Oh, shit. We had fucked up big time.
"Follow me." she ordered.
We gulped and followed her. (This is his entire fault! If he wasn't so annoying we wouldn't be in this situation!)
"Damn chalk head…"
