Firstly I want to apologise profusely at my complete lack of up dating skills and sudden hiatus. I will not make any excuses, as that would turn me into an extreme hypocrite, as I also cannot stand it when people don't update. Scratch that I am a hypocrite so sue me. I'm sorry for the lack of chappies and hope that this one makes up for it all. Also I'm Looking for a BETA. If anyone is interested could they PM me or something and let me know? Cheers.
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WARNINGS: Swearing and Puck
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Sisters Grimm and Harry Potter . But if anyone can get me the rights I will love you forever. :P. Now, on with the story…
Chapter 7: Unwanted Houseguests & Mad Houses
Previously:
Sabrina and Puck have just been sorted into their respective houses – Puck to Slytherin and Sabrina to (what she hopes isn't a mad house…. oh how wrong she is) Gryffindor. Back at the Grimm household, a rather nasty surprise is awaiting them outside…
The Grimm Household
The girl had planted herself firmly in front of the Grimm's door so that she could not be missed. Her manic grin spread across her face looking rather like that evil man Daphne had seen in the movie with a bat and a joke. Or was it a man and a full deck of cards? She couldn't remember.
The girls' blonde hair was matted and gave her the look of someone who had just been used as a nesting site. Her green eyes wild with, was that...love?
The three Grimms plus dog plus red addicted ex-psychopath stared in horror at the teenager currently standing before them in pink striped prison garbs with a blown up picture of what appeared to be Pucks' face in a heart.
"I thought she was meant to be in prison?" Daphne whispered from the side of her mouth.
"Well, its blindingly obvious that she's not there now." replied Uncle Jake.
Granny Relda hushed them before putting on a smile about as fake as Barbie and turning to talk to the green eyed girl outside their house.
"Moth! What a … pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you…here"
"What she really meant was she wasn't expecting to see you again at all" grumbled Daphne under her breath. She yelped as her uncle not so subtly stepped on her toe, silently warning her to shut her trap.
Moth took no notice what so ever still smiling creepily at the family. She opened her mouth and let forth the most god-awful noises ever heard to man, and Everafter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
On and on it went as Moth continued to laugh before abruptly stopping giving the family a chance to stem the flow of blood currently coming from their ears.
"Oh, how silly of you petty humans. How could they keep me in jail with my wedding coming up?"
Silence.
"I'm sorry what? Did you say your getting married?" Granny Relda asked.
"Yes, of course. Oh dear. Puck has forgotten hasn't he? Oh well, now that I'm here he can stop that pitiful excuse of a fling with that ugly granddaughter of yours and come back into the arms of his one true love…me." Moth finished her speech and looked around.
"Now where is he? We have a wedding to plan and its only fair that he welcomes his bride back to this…" Here Moth paused and looked around with an expression of pure distain on her pointed features.
"Well, I'm sure you know what I mean. Now, where is he? Puck? Pucky? Puck darling? I'm Here. PUCK!"
The family was rooted firmly to the ground in shock as they watched the deranged girl parade around their yard in her glaring pink prison garb.
"How the hell are we going to tell this loon that he's not here?" Jake questioned, his eyes never leaving the teen. "She'll go even more nuts then she already is."
Before his mother could answer Moth rounded on the family.
"Well, where is he?" she demamded.
Relda, knowing that once again the explaining was left up to her cleared her throat. "Ah, well Moth. You see dear. Puck is away at the moment. He and Sabrina-" Here she was cut off. Moth, upon hearing her 'rival-in-loves' name had stormed up to the older (physically) women and thrust herself under her nose.
"Are you telling me that he's away frolicking with that…that…TRAMP! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SACRIFICED TO BE HERE WITH MY LOVE! DO YOU? I CAME TO THIS STINGY LITTLE HOVEL KNOWING THAT I WOULD BE TRAPPED JUST TO BE HERE WITH HIM SEEING AS HOW HE WOULDN'T COME AND VISIT ME!-"
"Maybe there was a reason for that" Jake whispered under his breath.
"Oh crabmuffins, you mean we're stuck with her?" replied Daphne.
Elvis gave a pitiful whine as a response and Red- well, Red did nothing but watch.
Moth kept up her rant not noticing Relda trying to carefully wipe the barrage of spittle that was flying from Moth's mouth. She sighed, noticing the look in Moths eye become steadily more dangerous looking. She should have known that nothing good would have come from this meeting.
Moth stopped mid sentence and looked at the family in front of her. An evil smirk made its way onto her face and her eyes narrowed into slits. Everyone gulped. She tilted her head and studied them. Her mind made up she declared.
"Well, seeing as Pucky Wucky and the hussy aren't here, I've decided that until such time as they come back, I'll stay here – in my beloveds room. All of you shall be under my rule and from now on my word is law. After all I must practice my Queening if I am to be Pucks bride when he becomes King. And if any of you even think of telling him and ruining my surprise, well, I wont be as nice."
"She thinks she's nice?" Was the stunned whisper coming from a certain coat wearing, magic using uncle.
Moth pushed through them and into the house. She made her way to the stairs before turning and adding in a sickly sweet voice.
"Oh yes and if you even so much as think of disobeying me, here's a word of warning. I've just recently joined up with a group of very powerful people – wizards I think. Of course, after they saw just how useful I was they let me straight in and gave me my personal servant. WORMTAIL!"
Here she called out and a small, colourless and balding man pushed through them and scurried up to Moth almost like a rat. In front of her he paused before bowing and shuffling to her right.
"This is Wormtail. He'll keep an eye on you for me and report back any suspicious behavior. So be on your best behavior for your Queen wont you?" Giving off a high-pitched giggle, she turned on her toe and pranced up the stairs, Wormtail scampering behind her.
There was complete silence as the family were left with open mouths, bodies rooted to the spot. Red looked at the still shell shocked family before opening her mouth for the first time.
"And you say I'm the psychopath?"
TBC…
Hogwarts: Gryffindor Common Room
Sabrina was wrong. Gryffindor house was NOT as the Sorting hat had said, a house with some madness in it. Nor was it a mad house. It was THE Mad House. It was even worse then Slytherin, although how that was possible, she didn't know. As soon as she had entered the common room, she had been bombarded from all sides by eager students who had not yet had the chance of meeting her, wishing to know who she was.
After her sorting, she had sat down and was immediately swarmed upon. Luckily before she had again lost her cool, a black haired boy with what seemed to be a lightning scar on his forehead had saved her. He later introduced himself as Harry Potter and dragged her to sit with his friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. She had immediately recognized Ronald or Ron, as the brother of the two twins she had met earlier, although he was considerably less…twinish.
Hermione was a bushy haired girl with a brain that was most likely bigger then the Hall of Wonders. Although bookish, she found the girl to be likeable and found she didn't mind her company at all. Harry she found was someone who stuck to his morals and fiercely loyal, both of which were traits she had found in herself.
She had spent the remainder of the evening talking to all three and by the end of the meal, could definitely see the four of them as friends. During the meal the trio introduced her to other housemates such as Neville Longbottem, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Lavender Brown, Ron's sister Ginny, two brothers by the name of Creevy of something and a pair of Indian twins whose names she couldn't remember but was certain they started with a 'P'. In the midst of all their talking, Sabrina let herself be misguided under the false illusion that nothing was out of the ordinary with this house. All that changed the minute she was lead into the common room.
As soon as they were in the safety of their house, all hell broke loose. Sabrina soon learnt that as nice and wonderful people as the Gryffindor's were, they would throw a party for…well EVERYTHING! And so, her arrival was celebrated in what she learnt to be true Gryffindor style.
The twins rocked up with arms full of bottles filled with something called Butter Beer, pumpkin scones and enough wizarding junk food to sink the Titanic all over again. With them also came a bag filled with things called Skiving Snackboxes, Extendable ears and enough practical jokes to make Puck look like a freaking saint.
Within ten minutes people were laughing, shouting, dancing and in one corner of the room, puking, fainting, nose bleeding and in some cases getting what looked like to be a fever. With no choice but to join in Sabrina was quickly baptized into Gryffindor family. Throughout it all, Neville was frantically searching the room looking for someone named 'Trevor', before finally giving up and slumping into a corner mumbling something along the lines of 'Grans' going to kill me'.
After what seemed like hours an extremely irate Professor McGonagall burst through the door and demanded that they all go to bed. Unfortunately no one alerted the twins until it was to late and they received their seventh detention. The twins seemingly uncaring followed their Professor out into the hall singing at the top of their voices something that sounded a bit like "…bare and full of air, dead flies and bits of fluff. So teach us things…"
Sabrina could only wonder what they were going on about as the rest of the house smothered their laughter behind their hands.
As the singing wafted away getting steadily quieter, the students said their goodnights and left up the staircases on either side of the common room. Shuffling awkwardly, not knowing where to go, Sabrina stayed behind, desperately telling herself that no she did NOT want Puck there. Hermione, seeing her predicament, came back and lead her up several flights of stairs.
"God, for a magic castle you think they would invest in some elevators or something." She grumbled.
Hermione snorted with laughter. "I've suggested it multiple times."
Sabrina turned in surprise. "Wait, you know what an elevator is?"
She had quickly learnt that objects she deemed normal – TV, cars ect. were practically unheard of at Hogwarts and she had spent the better half of the evening explaining the uses of a rubber duck to group of awestruck eleven year olds. In return she had been subjected to word upon word that the wizarding world used frequently. When Sabrina had first heard of them she had thought that Daphne had had something to do with the language creation, it fitted so well with her sisters' vocabulary.
"Yes, my parents are muggles. I must say I agree with you, the stairs can get quite bothersome especially the ones on the way to the astronomy tower and please don't even get me started on the ones to the Divination tower. You just have to be content with the fact that these ones don't move."
"Move?"
"Yes, the stairs have a nasty tendency to move around, especially when you're on it and on the way to a class."
"Ah, great, just what I needed. Moving stairs. Its almost as good as Baba Yaga's chicken house."
Hermione looked at her in confusion for a moment before shaking it off and continuing to show Sabrina to her new and for the time being, permanent dorm.
. . . .
Sabrina once again found herself wrapped tightly in the comfortable sheets that seemed to be common within Hogwarts' dorms. She looked through the crack in the curtains of her bed at her new room. It was a lot warmer and more welcoming then the Slytherin dorms were. In fact the entire house seemed brighter.
Turning to her side she closed her eyes. Determined to get some shut eye so she would be prepared for what the new day had to offer her. Her last conscious thought was of her family both blood and adopted.
. . . .
Light filtered between her eyelashes and began to burn her retinas. On habit she abruptly sat up checking for pranks left by a certain pink winged faery. It took her a few minutes to realise the possibility of it happening were close to nill and so begun her day.
During breakfast she learnt that Hermione was probably the only person she knew (apart from maybe her sister) that could get up in the morning without resembling something dead. The girl had her nose stuck in a book and was munching away determinedly on a piece of toast when Sabrina had made it down with the help of Neville. Harry glanced up at her and smiled before handing her a plate of thankfully un-blue food.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked.
"Well, considering there were no vats of goop, screaming chimps, rockets, drawn on moustaches, it was actually one of the best I've had." Sabrina replied.
Seeing the confusion on their faces she nodded to the Slytherin table where Puck was currently trying to see how much bacon he could fit into his mouth without shocking. Understanding crossed their faces and breakfast resumed as – normally as breakfast did at Hogwarts.
Meanwhile further along the table two certain redheads that shall remain un-named, were plotting their next big plan. So far all they had managed to do was get a detention.
And a Howler.
And a detention.
And a Howler.
And a detention. .
And a Howler. .
And…well you get the picture. The disappointing thing was they hadn't even gotten to the good stuff yet.
"Geez. We must be losing our touch or something. I don't know about you, but I cant think of a single good thing to do. I mean, putting itching powder in McGonagall bloomers was fun and all, but seriously, I think was scared by the things inside her drawers other then the itching powder. I mean, how is it possible to hide a flippin zoo your own knickers?"
"Bummed if I know. But still. There is one thing we haven't done yet."
"And what's that?"
An evil smirk appeared on the others face.
"I was thinking, it's about time to turn this measly duo into a wonderful hair raising trio."
An identical evil smirk appeared on his brothers face.
"You know what. I think you might have hit the nail on the head there."
The evil smirks had now grown to such extreme proportions that the troublemaking duo had trouble keeping them attached to their face. An evil aura emitted from the two making all those in the immediate area scurry away from fear of being the victim of these two dastardly fiends. *Cue evil laughter.
"Did you hear that Fred, they called us dastardly fiends."
"Shut up you idiot do you want to give our position away?"
"Your right, we must retreat. RETREAT!"
…
"Anyone got any clue as to what's up with those two?" Sabrina asked.
Ron looked up, egg slipping out of his mouth. Swallowing he answered.
"Trust me when I say that I stopped asking that question a very long time ago. About the time when they arachnified Mr Teddums" he trailed off thoughtfully.
Sabrina stared blankly at the red head.
"Wha-." Noticing Harry and Hermione furiously shaking their heads at her she trailed off. "Never mind, I don't think I want to know."
Hermione glanced up at the teachers' table.
"Uh oh. Here comes the toad."
"Toad?" Sabrina asked, not even sure if she wanted to know what the answer was.
"The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. She looks like an oversized pink toad that the name kinda just stuck." Harry explained. "I swear she's even worse then Snape and that's saying something."
Sabrina recalled the greasy haired teacher from a few nights precious and shuddered. God, was it even possible to be worse then that. Looking over she saw a short, stout little woman dressed from head to toe in a ghastly pink coloured suit with what appeared to be an oversized fly seated on her head, walk, no, waddled through the door and sat herself down to a rather stiff looking Professor McGonagall.
"Harry, I've told you before, get those scars looked at. Dumbledore could do something about them. And her while he's at it." Sabrina looked over to see Harry and Hermione in a heated argument.
"Whats goin on?" She asked.
"Umbridge has made it her own personal mission to make Harry's life a living hell. Detention with her is…well. Harry just show her." Hermione snapped.
Harry stretched out his hands to show her the thin white scars cut into his hands. They spelt out the words "I shall not tell lies."
"Every night she does the same thing and they just get deeper." Hermione explained.
"Geeze. And I thought the Queen of Hearts was bad enough."
Seeing their questioning look, she waved them off saying she would tell them later. The previous night she had had some insight into the trio's previous years at Hogwarts and knew of their somewhat 'illegal' escapades. To say she was impressed would be an understatement and she was the Queen of Sneaks. Impressing her with…well, sneakiness was hard, but they had done it. In return she had told them of a few of the adventures she and her sister…and Puck, had been through.
"Well moving on from a thoroughly depressing topic, did you hear that Katie Bell had to drop out of the Quidditch team this year?" Ron asked eagerly.
Hermione groaned.
"Ron please, can we get through one breakfast without talking about Quidditch?"
Both boys stared at her as if she had grown another head.
She sighed. "Why I even bother is beyond me."
"What's Quiddick?" Sabrina asked.
"Oh gods, don't get them started." Hermione begged.
Unfortunately her plea was left unheard and the next ten minutes were spent listening to the two boys describing to her in detail the game known as Quidditch.
"There are tryouts for the new chaser. Why not come and try out. Who knows you could be a natural." Harry offered to her.
"I don't know. I mean I might not even be here that long to even–" She was cut off by who else but out favorite faery.
"OI GRIMM! EVER HEARD OF THIS AMAZING NEW THING CALLED QUIDDOCKS? IT'S THIS THING THAT YOU PLAY ON BROOMS AND YOU HIT BALLS AT OTHER PEOPLE. HOW GREAT DOES THAT SOUND!" Puck was standing in the middle of the Slytherin table, screaming across the room.
"YEAH I HEARD OF IT YOU OVER GROWN LARD SACK! WHAT ABOUT IT?" Sabrina too had lost her rationality and both were back to the old habit of screaming to get their point across to the other.
"Really, its amazing their both not deaf" Hermione said in amazement before returning to her book. The two boys nodded in agreement.
"WELL IT LOOKS LIKE WE'LL BE HAVING TRIALS AND GUESS WHOSE GONNA BE THERE! LOOKS LIKE I'LL FINALLY GET ONE UP ON YOU GRIMM. I BET THE POOR BROOM WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO LIFT UP ALL THAT EXTRA WIEGHT YOU GOT GOIN ON THERE SNOT BABY!"
"WHAT WAS THAT YOU IMMATURE STINKPOT, LIKE HELL YOU ARE. IN FACT I'M SIGNING UP AS WELL SO GUESS I'LL SEE YOU THERE"
The screaming continued on for quite some time causing people to either run in fear or roll on the floor crying with laughter, before the mayhem was disrupted by a small:
"Hem hem."
It went completely unheard.
There it was again.
"Hem hem."
This continued on until someone either cast a spell that made the voice louder or they had microphones hidden somewhere at the school. Silence fell upon the students. Except two that were still squabbling like infants.
The toad lady calmly walked down until she was between the two tables. There she waited until she had caught their attention.
"What do you want lady cant you see- HOLY SHIT THAT A BIG FLY!" he shouted pointing to the top of her head. Snickers broke out among the students.
"God I've never seen one so big. Did you breed it? If so can you send me a batch so I can use it on Grimm." Umbridge looked affronted and opened her mouth to say so but Puck got in first.
"Well sorry gotta fly. Gotta go empty the systems. See ya on the field Grimm." The faery laughed manically before popping out his wings and zooming off over Umbridges' head stealing her 'fly', before zooming out the doors. She shrieked and stormed (waddled) off after the faery screeching something about filthy halfbreeds and their disgusting ways.
The student body stared out after the two in silence before shrugging their shoulders and carrying on with their previously disrupted conversations.
Sabrina turned back to the trio.
"So. When's the trials?" she asked.
Harry grinned.
"Tomorrow"
"Well. Better get started then. Cant let some trumped up faery get the best of can I?" They all laughed.
. . . .
Puck had finally lost the screaming toad and he happily zoomed through the halls cackling as he waved about her 'fly'. Suddenly he heard a 'psssst' coming from an alcove near by. Narrowing his eyes he flew towards the sound and saw the two red headed twins who were now tail-less. Grinning he zoomed up to them.
"Well, what can the almighty Trickster King do for you this fine day?"
The twins grinned to each other before beckoning him closer.
"We've got a proposition to make"
Puck flew closer and his grin widened with every word.
'Oh yeah. This place just got even better." He thought.
TBC…
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