Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter *insert witty remark here*.
WARNING- This chapter has a major time skip, from New Years to the end of Second year.
Posting new story tomorrow.
For Winter Break Neville, Dizzy and I spend most of it in my room on my bed while Gran talked about us to her party guests. She likes to tell people when she's drunk about how Neville might as well be a squib for all the power he has and how neither of us have a fraction of our parents powers. I know its just the Firewhisky talking, but Neville takes it to heart. Gran hates it when Dizzy let Gran's guests see her so she was hid with us while Gran's guest's complemented her 'chef'. I gave Neville his present. It was an interactive kind of plant book.
"If you tap it twice with your wand then the book releases the scent of each plant and if the plant makes a sound tap the book three times to hear it and if you want to make it stop then tap it once more." I explained. "I wrote the instructions in the front so you can refresh your memory if you need too." I added. He smiled and hugged me. "I love it Nady." he told me.
I turned to Dizzy and gave her a locket with the words 'world's best chef' inscribed in cursive on the front. On the inside was a picture from before we started school at Hogwarts. We were seven and were trying to help Dizzy cook breakfast for Gran. Gran ended up not eating it, but it was still a good memory. Me and Neville were laughing our heads off while coating each other with flower and batter while Dizzy was actually cooking and trying to contain the mess we were making.
Tears formed in Dizzy's light green eyes. "I-is this for Dizzy?" she asked breathlessly. "Duh, that's why I gave it to you." I giggled. Dizzy started sniffling. "Dizzy loves her young masters so much." she sniffled. I hugged her and told her we loved her too. Neville gave me my present which was a broom-care kit. I hugged him so tight that I was actually worried he'd stopped breathing.
Dizzy give me and Neville more then three dozen pieces of homemade rainbow licorice each. "Don't eat them all at once", she warned, "because Dizzy laced them with Firewhisky." She pulled her ears waiting for us to punish her. "I think you rubbed off on her." Neville told me. Dizzy's never given us practical presents for our age but this is the most extreme by far. I smiled and kissed Dizzy on the cheek. "I love them." I told her. She was happily surprised with my reaction.
I got an owl-the Weasley's owl Errol-two days before New Years Eve. It was dated a few days ago so I'm guessing Errol got lost at some point. The letter was an invite to the Weasley's for New Years Eve and Day or longer if I was aloud. The invite was extended to my family-Gran and Neville-as well. I ran to the dining hall were Gran was eating breakfast.
"Gran? Can I take Neville and Dizzy to the Weasley's to spend the night on New Years Eve? And if so they invited us for longer, so could we stay longer then that?" I asked with my fingers crossed. Still being slightly drunk she didn't even think about it. "As long as Dizzy makes the snacks for my new years party before you go." she replied. Which was a yes to my ears.
I skipped into the kitchen and told Dizzy. She was so exited that she almost burnt Gran's breakfast. I ran back upstairs to tell Neville. I knew he'd be in his room trimming his Flitterbloom plants before breakfast. I banged on his door yelling "Nevs!". "What is it?" he asked opening the door. "Wanna go to the Weasley's place for New Years Eve? It'll be better than staying in my room." I asked.
Neville looked unsure so I showed him the letter. "See? You're invited." He nodded reluctantly. "Dizzy's coming." I sung. And like that his face lit up and he almost looked excited to to be away for his plants. I ran to Jadis' room which was once again allowed to be left open. "Jade!" I called and saw my cat-owl's ears perk up. I grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill that I'd left in here the last time I had Jadis take a message to the Weasleys.
We were packed and Errol was in Jadis' cage. I'd included in the note that I was keeping Errol until I came over so the old bird could rest and asked if the they could keep Jadis so she could rest. I made sure Dizzy packed the laced licorices with our clothes and Neville's new book. We said bye to Gran and left through the floo system. I ran out of fireplace and hugged the twins.
"I think she missed us George." Fred teased. "I think so too Fred." George teased. "Neville deary, come out of there." Mrs. Weasley commanded. Neville stepped out of the fireplace with Dizzy clinging to the back of his robes. I sighed heavy. "I swear, you two are hopeless." I mumbled before skipping back to them and turning on my heals. "Weasleys this is my twin Neville. If you tease him I'll cut your parts off in your sleep." I introduced sweetly. All the ginger guys in the room paled slightly.
"And this is Dizzy. If you disrespect her or make her cry then I won't wait 'til your asleep to cut your parts off." I introduced even more sweetly. "Oh and thanks for the invite." I added. "Anytime deary." Mrs. Weasley said. She seemed completely unfazed by my introductions. I turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Dizzy offered to help cook." I told her. Dizzy's ears perked up. "Dizzy is a good cook." she assured Mrs. Weasley. "The more the merrier." Mrs. Weasley replied and lead Dizzy away.
Neville found an empty seat in the corner of the living room and had pulled out the Christmas present I'd given him. There wasn't any other free seats so I crawled into Fred's lap and laid my feet across George's lap, but George pushed my feet off. I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to the other Weasleys in the room. No sign of Ginny, and Ron'd stayed at Hogwarts with Harry, but there were two Weasleys I didn't recognize. One had a few visible burn scars and the other had long ginger hair, a fang earring and a leather jacket.
"You're hot, you know that? Like extremely hot." I told him bluntly. He choked on the butterbeer he'd been drinking. The Weasley with the scars about fell over laughing and so did George. Neville looked at me like I was deranged before returning to his book. "But I'm prettier then him, right?" Fred asked. I patted his cheek. "You keep thinking that Ugly Duckling." I told him.
After the most amazing feast ever Neville was tired so Mr. Weasley showed him to his room. The rest of us stayed up. Well, not including Percy and Ginny. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley along with the older two Weasley brothers, who's names I'd learned were Bill and Charlie, were busy getting tipsy. Dizzy was drunk off of butterbeer and didn't notice I'd slipped outside with Fred and George with my split of the laced licorice. And for a reason unknown to the adults I don't remember much after that...
I woke up on the couch to a snoring Charlie who was sleeping on the opposite couch. I got up and made my way to the kitchen where I found an angry Dizzy. "Dizzy told young mistress not to eat her present all at once." she explained without me asking. "Sorry Dizzy, I thought that's what you're suppose to do at a party." I explained. I guess Gran rubbed off on me without me noticing.
"Young mistress should stop looking up to mistress." Dizzy warned. She was kind of scary when she was upset, but I still didn't see the big deal. "I-if young mistress doesn't stop than Dizzy will-Dizzy will tell Mrs. Weasley that young mistress got her sons drunk." Dizzy added. Oh, now I see the big deal: Fred and George. Those two don't take life as seriously as they should and neither do I. Maybe I should try, for all our sake.
I nodded to Dizzy. "You're right. I'll stop. I swear, I won't get drunk again until I'm of age." I promised. She nodded and returned to her cooking. "Dizzy is sorry for being so forward with young mistress." she apologized. I smiled softly. Dizzy practically raised me and and Neville. It's strange to think of 'young mistress' and 'young master' as titles and not endearments. I don't think she'll ever realize how much we love her or how little we care about what species she is.
"You're forgiven if I am." I told her and she smiled at me.
-TIME SKIP-
I didn't understand. No, I couldn't understand. W-why would... "W-where's Ron?" George asked Professor Mcgonagall. If possible her face saddened even more. "I'm afraid we haven't found him." she told the four of us grimly. Then she turned to me. "Or Mr. Potter." she added. I couldn't even process that, I was still struggling to comprehended the last thing she said.
G-Ginny?...and R-Ron? No, it can't be. I turned to Fred and George hoping this was a cruel, sick prank. But it wasn't. The eyes of all three Weasleys looked dead. W-why? Ginny was a Weasley. A pure blood! It's not possible. I-I didn't even think to worry about her. The four of us were sitting on a couch in the common room. Mcgonagall left us, saying something about giving us time to come to terms with our loss. I sat there for an eternity staring into space.
Finally I looked over and saw that at some point Percy had left and that George was holding Fred's hand and Fred was silently crying. Without thought I whipped away a teardrop. He looked at me before collapsing onto my lap. George moved to my other side and hugged me tightly. I heard hiccuping sobs coming from him but I pretended to not notice. I had one arm wrapped around George and the other soothingly stroking Fred's hair. All the while crying my own tears for Ginevra and Ronald Weasley.
The three of us woke up with a start. Fred had even fallen on the floor. We were still in the common room and we turned to see a completely flabbergasted Mcgonagall. "They're in the hospital wing! They're alive!" she announced excitedly. She then hurried to find Percy and tell him. We didn't even bother with shoes or the twins old parchment. We ran the entire way to the hospital wing and banged on the doors noisily.
Madame Pomfrey opened the doors and shooed us in. She was still in her night robes as were most of the staff that was standing around the hospital wing. "Where's Ron and Ginny?" Fred demanded. "I'm afraid Ginny was cursed and will need time to recover before she can see anyone." Dumbledore told us. "I want to see my sister!" George shouted and lunged at Dumbledore. Both Fred and I grabbed him, but only Fred was much use in holding him back.
"You will my boy. But for now why don't you visit your brother?" Dumbledore replied. George stopped fight at the same time Fred stopped. "Where is he?" I asked, my voice sounded small and weak to my ears. Dumbledore gave a nod to Madame Pomfrey and she led us over to his bed. He perked up when he saw us. "Did you here? We saved Ginny!" he announced happily.
George and Fred rushed over and hugged him tightly. Harry was laying in the bed next to him smiling to himself. Harry...I ran over and hugged him as tightly as I could. "You're so stupid! You and Ron both!" I sobbed. I pulled away and wiped me eyes. "I'm glad you to saved her. And I glad you didn't get yourselves killed doing it." I sniffled. I sat on his bed sniffling for awhile. "You know you're aloud to hug me again, right?" he asked amused. I tackled him in a hug and we both just laid there.
Madame Pomfrey came around some time later and tried to move me, but I just slapped her hand away. Harry laughed. "I missed being your friend." he told me. "Who wouldn't?" I asked causing him to laugh again. Eventually I looked over and saw that Fred and George had pulled chairs up to Ron's bed and fallen back asleep. Harry had fallen asleep too, but I just couldn't without seeing Ginny.
So I pretended to be asleep until all the teacher had left and Madame Pomfrey had stepped away. Then I tiptoed over to the divider and peeked in to see for myself the raise and fall of Ginny's chest. Satisfied, I turned back to Harry's bed, but that's when I noticed one twin wasn't asleep. Fred put a finger to his lips and then curling his pointer finger towards himself, telling me to be quiet and come over. I did as he asked and crawled into his lap. "How's she look?" he whispered. "Alive, and asleep." I whispered back.
I felt more than heard him release a deep breath. "Think you can sleep?" he whispered. I shook my head. "I'm too happy to sleep." I whispered in reply. He nodded. "Same here." he quietly agreed. "But I don't want to leave." I added quietly. Fred wrapped his arms even tighter around me. "I don't want you to leave either." he mumbled into my hair. I blushed, but I refused to think on it too much. My friends were safe and nothing could make me happier.
We are freezing our butts off. In Virginia, snow storm started just over an hour ago, still has six or seven hours to keep at it. Side walks are already overflown, can't wait for it to stop so I can play in it. Thank you snow storm Leon for guaranteeing us at least two days off school!
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