Disclaimer: Honestly, if I were the genius who came up with Harry Potter, would I really be on here? Come on, the series is older than me. It took her seventeen years, people.
Chapter Seven
Slugs, Fans, a Howler, a Camera Plus Malfoy Equals Trouble
Lizzie's POV
September 2nd, 1992
We entered the Great Hall and sat not to far from Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I had just started my bacon, when the post arrived. It gave Henrietta quite a shock. A great grey owl bounced of a boy's head, and landed in the jug in front of Hermione.
"Errol!" Ron said, pulling the owl out buy its feet. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, legs in the air, a damp, red envelope clamped in his beak.
"You need a new owl," I said to Ginny.
"Is he all right?" Henrietta asked.
"He'll be all right, not sure if Ron will be though," Ginny said.
"Why?" Rhiannon asked.
"He's got himself a Howler," I said.
"Ah," Rhiannon said, covering her ears with her hands.
"What's a Howler?" Henrietta asked.
"You'll see in a minute, just cover your ears, Mum's quite loud without her voice magically magnified," Ginny said, as we both covered our ears, Henrietta mimicking us. Ron opened the envelope, the sound shook dust from the ceiling.
"…STEALING THE CAR,I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU,YOU WAIT TILL I GET A HOLD OF YOU,I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT HAD GONE…"
Mrs. Weasley's yells were shaking the plates and spoons, and they echoed of the walls. People were swivelling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low, you could only see the top of his crimson forehead.
"…LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT,I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME,WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS,YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED…"
I wondered when Harry was going to be dragged up in this.
"…ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED,YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN ENQUIRY AT WORK,IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINEWE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME."
The enveloped dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames, and curled into ashes. Professor McGonagall came along, and handout the timetables, I took mine.
"Great, our first class is Mum," I said, looking at it. "What did I do to deserve this?" I asked, banging my head on the table.
"Well, concussing yourself isn't going to solve anything, we'll just have to see what she's like as a teacher," Rhiannon said reasonably. "And we should probably get going."
"I hate it when you're right," I said, grabbing my bag. And so, we headed off to our first class at Hogwarts, Defence Against the Dark Arts. We arrived first.
"Hi, Mum," I said taking a seat. I received a glare.
"Sorry, good morning, Professor Potter," I said.
"So, what do you do with Emmy and Sarah while you are teaching?" I asked.
"They wander around, with a house-elf to keep them in check and make sure they don't get lost," Mum said.
Rhiannon opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the rest of the class walked in.
"Take a seat anywhere you like," Mum said, smiling. "As you know, my name is Professor Potter, and I'll be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year. I have a few ground rules. No talking while I am talking or someone else is, you can talk quietly amongst yourselves while you are doing written work, no passing notes, and don't try any pranks, I know them all.
"Let's get started, shall we? My job is to teach you how to defend yourselves against Dark creatures, and Dark magic. But we will start with the Disarming Charm. Who can tell me what that is?"
Rhiannon's hand and mine shot up.
"Rhiannon?"
"The charm's expelliarmus, and it is used for knocking your opponent's wand out of his or her hand," Rhiannon said.
"Right, five points to Gryffindor. That's what you'll be doing today, pick a partner and line up, opposite each other." With a swish of her wand, the desks were moved out of the way. "Those on the right, will begin. Go."
Soon shouts of 'expelliarmus' were heard. By the end of the class, only me, Rhiannon, Ginny, and Henrietta managed to Disarm each other more than once. Earning us five points each. When the bell rang, we headed to Potions. Unfortunately, we had it with the Slytherins. We queued up next to the door, and waited for the teacher to let us in. when the door opened, it was the same hook-nosed teacher I saw talking to Mum last night. His hair was greasy, and he wore black robes.
"In," he said. We filed past him, and we sat at the back. Gryffindors on one side, Slytherins on the other. The teacher took out the register, and paused at my name.
"Elizabeth Potter," the teacher looked at me like he had saw, for lack of a better word, a ghost. "Ah, yes, sister of Harry Potter. I hope you're not expecting special treatment, Miss Potter, unlike your brother." Harry expecting special treatment? That didn't sound like Harry, then it clicked, this must be Professor Snape.
"I'm not expecting special treatment, sir, unlike that lot over there, waiting to receive favouritism," I said coolly. Snape said nothing, and finished reading the register.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic at all. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death, that is, if you aren't like the nitwits I usually teach," he spoke in a barely a whisper, but we could hear every word he said. He split us into pairs, and set us to working on a simple potion for curing boils. I was paired with Rhiannon, while Henrietta and Ginny were working together.
"What d'you think of Snape?" Rhiannon asked.
"Absolutely horrid," I said darkly as he criticized Guinevere Cooper and Ailsa Livingstone's potion. "You?"
"Same." We didn't speak for the rest of the lesson, and we were quite glad when the bell rang for lunch.
"What d'you two think of Snape?" I asked Ginny and Henrietta.
"Horrible, did you see how he treated Guinevere and Ailsa?" Henrietta asked.
"He fawned over the Slytherins, did you see him praising Harper?" Ginny added darkly, as the Slytherins walked by. We walked into the Great Hall and ate silently. When we had finished, we went outside, where the sky was overcast. We passed Harry, Ron, and Hermione as we walked into the courtyard. Hermione was reading a book, while Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch.
"What do we have this afternoon?" I asked.
"Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws," Rhiannon answered.
"What do we have tomorrow?" Ginny asked.
"Herbology, Charms, History of Magic, and Astronomy," Henrietta answered.
"History of Magic will be boring, Harry says Professor Binns talks about goblin wars and such forever, not to mention Binns is a ghost," I said. We fell silent, for a moment.
"So, what d'you think of Hogwarts, Henrietta?" I asked.
"It's brilliant," she replied. "My mother was going to send me to finishing school –it's an all-girl school– but then McGonagall showed up, and well, you know the rest. I still can't believe all the odd stuff that was happening was magic. Oddly enough, my parents never noticed."
I was about to say something, but I heard a loud and scathing voice instead.
"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?"
We walked over to get a better look, Colin Creevey was standing in front of Harry, with Malfoy and his two cronies.
"Everyone queue up!" Malfoy yelled to the crowd. "Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"
"No, I'm not," Harry said angrily, clenching his fists. "Shut up, Malfoy."
"You're just jealous," Colin piped up.
"Jealous?" Malfoy repeated. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself."
Malfoy's cronies were sniggering.
"Eat slugs, Malfoy," Ron said angrily.
"Be careful, Weasley," Malfoy sneered. "You don't want to start any trouble or your mummy'll have to come and take you away from school." He put on a shrill, piercing voice. "If you put another toe out of line–"
A bunch of Slytherin fifth years laughed.
"Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter. It'd be worth more than his whole family's house." Malfoy smirked.
Ron whipped out his Spellotaped wand, but Rhiannon spoke before he could do anything.
"Leave them alone, Malfoy," Rhiannon snapped.
"No, I don't think I will, Black," Malfoy said.
"Here, Colin, I'll take the picture for you," I said good-naturedly, "but asking Harry to sign it, I think, is going a bit too far." I gave Harry a glare, do it, or else. Colin eagerly passed me his camera, and stood next to Harry.
"On the count of three, say Quidditch," I said. "Harry, smile, or I'm giving you Devil's Snare and a Venemous Tentacula for Christmas. That's what I thought. One… two… three!"
"Quidditch!" Colin said enthusiastically, while Harry said it like his life was over. The bell rang as I handed Colin his camera.
"Don't worry about Malfoy," I whispered to Harry, "Rhiannon and I'll get him back."
"What'll you do?"
"I'm thinking a Filibuster Firework, and a Dungbomb," I said as I headed to Transfiguration with my friends.
Lizzie's POV
September 4, 1992
TGIF
The rest of the week passed uneventfully, except Thursday, we managed to get Malfoy back. We convinced Peeves to put a Firework and a Dungbomb into Malfoy's bag, we told Peeves the Dungbomb must go in front of the Firework. So, when Malfoy was leaving Transfiguration, he stowed his wand in his bag, it touched the firework, and needless to say, it caused a bigmess. Malfoy has detention with McGonagall tonight. Filch was nothappy.
But we have Friday afternoons off, so we decided to check out the grounds. We wandered around until Ginny suggested we go and see Hagrid. We headed towards Hagrid's hut, but we spotted him in his vegetable patch, with the biggest pumpkins I've ever seen. They were the size of boulders.
"What're yeh doing down here?" Hagrid asked.
"Just looking around the grounds," Ginny answered.
"What d'yeh think of yer mum teachin', Lizzie?"
"'S'all right, I s'pose. Weird, but all right," I said, looking at the pumpkins.
"How's yer dad, Rhiannon?"
"He's good, probably driving Remus mad," Rhiannon answered, she too, was looking at the pumpkins.
"What do yeh think of them?" Hagrid asked, following our gaze.
"You've done a good job on them," Ginny said. "Well, come on, we had better get back to the castle, it's dinnertime. Bye, Hagrid." I looked at my watch; so it was.
"Bye, Hagrid!" Rhiannon and I said, and we followed Ginny and Henrietta.
Lizzie's POV
September 5th, 1992
Dawn
I woke up at the crack of dawn because there were people on the stairs. Three girls, to be exact. I opened the door to the dormitory and peaked out. There was a third year, and two fourth years. They were wearing scarlet Quidditch robes.
"What's going on?" I asked them.
"Quidditch practice," the third year answered. "Hang on, your Harry's sister aren't you?"
"One of them," I answered.
"I'm Katie Bell," the girl said, "this is Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. Well, we had better be off, or Oliver won't be too happy. See you around."
"Bye," I said, and went into the dormitory. I put my robes on, and woke Henrietta up.
"Whassamatter?" she asked sleepily.
"Wanna see a bit of Quidditch?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"Well, come on, then, the Gryffindor Quidditch team is practising now." She got out of bed, pulled her robes on, while I wrote a note to Rhiannon and Ginny explaining where we would be. But when we got out there, they were still in the change room. We talked as Colin Creevey and Harry came out on the pitch, Colin made his way over here, while Harry went into the change room. The sun was rising as Rhiannon joined us, with toast.
"I never thought I'd see the day when Rhiannon woke up before seven of her own accord," I said, grabbing a piece of toast.
"Shut up," she said. "Or I'm going back to bed."
"Where's Ginny?" Henrietta asked.
"She was still sleeping when I got up," Rhiannon answered.
When the sun had properly risen, Ron and Hermione had joined us, and the team walked onto the field.
"Aren't you finished yet?" Ron yelled incredulously.
"Haven't even started," Harry called back. "Wood's been teaching us new moves."
Harry mounted his broom, and began to race Fred and George, while Colin took picture after picture.
"Look this way, Harry! This way!" he called shrilly.
"Why're the Slytherins coming onto the pitch?" Henrietta asked.
"Dunno, d'you reckon we should find out?" I asked.
"Flint!" Wood bellowed at the Captain of the Slytherin team. "This our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"
"Let's go," Hermione said to Ron. They got up and we followed. We walked over to where the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams were standing.
"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's hedoing here?"
I noticed Malfoy standing there in green Quidditch robes, holding a Nimbus Two Thousand and One.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," Malfoy said arrogantly. "Everyone's just been admiring the broom's my father's bought our team."
Ron gaped at the seven superb brooms in front of him.
"Good, aren't they?" Malfoy said easily. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives, I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team howled with laughter. Rhiannon and I opened our mouths to retort, but Hermione beat us to it.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," she said sharply. "They got in on pure talent.
Malfoy's smug look flickered.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.
Henrietta's POV
September 5, 1992
Early morning
Utterly bewildered
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," Malfoy spat. It's curious at what one word can do. The moment Malfoy said it, everyone went mad. I was extremely confused and utterly bewildered, people didn't even go this mad when a kid swore. How could one word be so atrocious. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred, George, Lizzie, and Rhiannon from jumping on Malfoy, Alicia Spinnet shrieked, "How dare you!", and Ron plunged into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one Malfoy!" He pointed his wand furiously under Flint's arm at Malfoy's face.
A loud bang echoed across the stadium, and a jet of green light came out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach, sent him reeling backwards onto the grass.
"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione squealed.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he gave an almighty belch, and several slugs trickled out of his mouth into his lap.
The Slytherins were paralysed with laughter. Flint was clutching his new broom for support. Malfoy was on all floors, banging the ground with his fist. The Gryffindors were gathered around Ron, who kept belching up large slugs. None of us seemed to want to touch him.
"We'd better him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," Harry said. Hermione nodded bravely, and the pair of them seized Ron underneath the armpits and pulled.
"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin must've run from his seat and was now skipping alongside Harry and Hermione as they left the pitch. Ron belched again, and more slugs trickled down his front.
"Ooh," Colin said fascinated, and raised his camera. "Can you hold him still, Harry?"
"Get out of the way, Colin!" Harry said angrily, and he and Hermione left the stadium.
"Come on," Lizzie said, tugging at my sleeve, "let's go see if Ginny's awake."
We left the Gryffindor team glaring daggers at the Slytherin team.
"What was that all about? What was that word Malfoy said?" I asked once we were out of earshot.
"'Mudblood', it was the most insulting thing he could think of. Mudblood's a really horrible name for someone who's Muggle-born. There're some wizard's –like most of Rhiannon's family or Malfoy's– that think they're better than everyone else, 'cause they're what people call pure-blood. Most know it doesn't matter," Lizzie explained. "I mean, look at Mum, she's Muggle-born, and she was the best in her year when she was here."
"It's an appalling thing to call someone," Rhiannon added. "Dirty blood, common blood. Most witches and wizards are half-bloods anyway. If we hadn't married Muggles we'd've died out."
"But you told me both your parents have no Muggle ancestors," I pointed out. "That makes you a pure-blood."
"Yes, but my mum and dad rebelled against their parents. I'm what you'd call a blood-traitor, so are the Weasleys, same with Lizzie's dad. Lizzie's half-blood," Rhiannon explained.
"See, this was Voldemort's big thing, we shouldn't let Muggle-borns into Hogwarts, they weren't brought up in our ways, and that wizards should rule Muggles, that sort of thing," Lizzie said.
We went up to Gryffindor Tower, where we found Ginny awake, and wasted no time in telling her what had happened.
Author's Note: There's roughly six more chapters that covers COS, then I'll move on to GOF. I'll cover POA in the first chapter I write concerning GOF, unless I have more than five people saying different. Should I make this all one story (COS, GOF, OOTP, HBP, & DH), or parts like, A Different Story, But The Same II: GOF (if it doesn't fit, ADS, BTS II: GOF)? Sorry about the abrupt change of POV, but I felt like Henrietta being confused would be better than Lizzie or Rhiannon cursing (swearing) at Malfoy.