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I decided to go to the Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff game with The Twins, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, disguised as Flynn. Each of them cheered for Ravenclaw, being the less talented team, they wanted to play them in the finals, so they could beat them again. I cheered for Hufflepuff, not because they were more talented, but because if I were to be sorted into a house I'd hope it would be either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. We were all wearing Gryffindor scarves and attire, but held flags in support for the team we'd wished to win. In reality, Hermione was indifferent about the winner of the game, although, I suspect she cheered for Ravenclaw because Ron had, although she'd never admit it. Quidditch is probably one of my favorite things to do, or go watch, at Hogwarts. Ever since I could understand words and phrases, my parents had taught me everything there is to know about Quidditch, both of them had been Quidditch stars and captains in their day. My dad had been a chaser for Ravenclaw, where as my mom had been a seeker for Gryffindor. On occasion they'll play in weekly pick-up games with the other Professors, captains of the current Quidditch teams at Hogwarts are invited to play as well.
"Summerby, Harry. You've got to look out for him. He may be a rookie, but he's just as good as Cedric was." George said, pointing out the Hufflepuff seeker. The Twins had stared at me in shock when they found out Harry knew my secret, they also found it funny that Hagrid had been the one to let it slip.
"Flynnius." Fred cooed eyeing me as I intently watched every move of the game. I smiled, but kept my attention to the flying players.
"hmm?"
"I wish you could play." He pouted quietly, careful of Hermione and Ron. I turned my attention towards him, reluctant to pull myself away from the game, I frowned at Fred. His arm was slug lazily across my shoulders, his face directly next to mine, staring over at me with sad eyes.
"Imagine how I feel." He frowned at me again, staring out at the pitch.
"Sometimes, I wonder why I'm still living here." His frown deepened as I spoke these words.
"I never want you gone." He squeezed my shoulders.
"I know, but think about it, I'm surrounded by things I can't do. And after this year, I won't even have the two of you, what am I supposed to do then?" I sighed, pulling my eyes back to the game as a Hufflepuff beater slapped at a bludger.
"You'll have Harry, of course. Besides, stop thinking of what you can't do, and start thinking of what you can. You may not be able to perform the magic Toby, but you sure as hell know more about it than any of the students here, and even some of the professors." I smiled at his compliment, as his eyes traveled over to the Professor's stands.
"You know what Freddie?"
"What?"
"I'd be lost without you." I smiled, kissing him on the cheek. He grinned as we both returned our gazes to the game, Fred squeezed my shoulder one last time, a small gesture that reminded me he'd always be there to squeeze me together. I followed the two seekers the best I could when I saw that they were both pursuing the snitch. They both shoved and pushed, but in the end it was all about speed and agility, Ravenclaw had won. I sat in disappointment as my friends went wild with excitement, they knew all of Ravenclaws faults, they'd discovered them the night before, as far as they were concerned, they had the Quidditch cup in the bag.
"What are your plans for tonight, Flynn?" George asked as we walked back to the castle.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, you're welcome to come with us to The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer." He offered, I smiled at him.
"Are you going right now?" The twins nodded in unison, Fred coming into the conversation. "lets go." I smiled as we continued toward Hogsmeade.
When we arrived at Hogsmeade there were already multiple people that were obviously on their way to The Three Broomsticks as well. As we passed The Hogs Head I excused myself briefly and told them that I would catch up, I needed to visit an old friend.
As I walked into the bar that I'd spent more than enough time in, I realized it hadn't changed one bit, the old Hog head was still slung against the wall, little cob webs were gathering at the corners, stools were pushed in neatly, and it smelled of slight mildew and a sweet homey scent that I often associated with Aberforth. The little bell had chimed when I walked in, but nobody was at the bar. I pulled out a stool, taking a seat on it as I had so many times in my childhood, swinging my feet back and forth.
"Excuse me! I'd like a butterbeer please!" I shouted to the bar, knowing that eventually Aberforth would realize that someone had actually come in.
"Kids!" Aberforth's voice grumbled back to me. "Come in here and they think it's all a joke, why don't you just go to The Three Broomsticks where all your friends are?" He continued as he came around the corner of the bar, pulling out a glass to fill my butterbeer. I looked at him with an amused smile on my face, always the polite host, he was.
"I'd imagine you'd want some customers, wouldn't you?" I asked him, not letting on that it was me just yet, he knew about my Flynn disguise, but he'd never seen it. He let out a loud sarcastic laugh at my last statement as he slammed the drink down in front of me. "Always such lovely hospitality." I smiled, accepting my drink. He sneered at me, looking into my eyes with complete annoyance.
"and how, may I ask, would you know? I've never seen you in my pub!" He questioned.
"Abe, you really don't recognize me, do you? I suppose not, the goats must be getting hungry…" I trailed off, taking a sip of my drink. He looked down at me in question, processing what I'd said.
"No. Tobes?" He asked, astonished.
"They like to call me Flynn." I smiled.
"So this is the Flynn disguise." He smirked taking in my pale, Irish-like appearance.
"Indeed," I smirked, wiping off foam from my upper lip.
"I've missed yuh, don't have time for the old man anymore?"
"Things have been…..hectic, to say the least." He raised his eyebrow at this.
"How so?"
"Promise you wont tell?" I asked in a little voice, feeling like a typical secret keeping teenager. "Not even my parents Abe."
"I suppose." He sighed, putting his elbows atop the bar.
"Okay." I said diving in, "I feel like my secret is slowly falling apart, Harry Potter now knows my full secret, Draco Malfoy knows half of it, al-"
"Malfoy?" He snapped at me, I flinched at his tone.
"Abe, you don't und-"
"Malfoy, Toby. Malfoy, that's all you need to know about a person to stay away from them. Their family comes from purebred dark wizards, not to mention his aunt Toby, Bellatrix is nasty, whether you're friendly with her nephew or not, she won't hesitate to raise her wand at you. Malfoy's are NOT to be trusted." His voice was firm, as if I hadn't already heard what he'd said before from multiple people before him.
"ABE!" I exclaimed. "I'm not trying to defend Draco, but I think that if I continue to be friends with him, that maybe he'll defy the ways of his family. I know he's already leaning that way Abe, I know it. Sure, he can be brutal with his pure ways, but everyone has faults. I'm just saying, maybe I can change him."
"That's an immature thought." He snapped at me, turning away to wipe up the already spotless bar with a washcloth.
"Abe." I sighed under my breath as the door of the pub chimed open.
"That's enough." Abe whispered as the new customers sat two stools beyond my own.
"What can I get for you?" Abe greeted them, I looked over at the new customers, expecting Abe's usual, I was surprised to see a stark blonde man dressed in all black, his hair running down just beyond his shoulders accompanied by another blonde man, hair cut short, with a rough beard stretching across his chin, they were both dressed in deep black cloaks. Abe's face had gone white when he looked up at the men, his features stiffened immediately.
"Flynn, go take care of the goats." He snapped at me, not moving his eyes from the men.
"But I-"
"GO." He stated firmly. I scooted out of my stool, pushing it in and grabbing a bag of alfalfa that was in the cupboard. I quickly rushed out to feed the goats, throwing the alfalfa at them quickly, then quietly returning back to the bar, hiding around the corner as I listened to the conversation going on in the bar.
"What are you doing in Hogsmeade?" I heard Abe growl at his customers.
"I've come to visit my son." A cool, authoritative voice sounded in response.
"And you think you'll find him in my pub?" Abe laughed rudely.
"Watch your tone." Another gruff voice sounded, no doubt it was the other visitors voice.
"You can see that your son isn't in my pub, you can leave now." Abe snapped at them.
"Draco would never spend his time here, I was just seeing how the old neglected brother was doing. Come Rowle, we're obviously not welcome here." The authoritative voice spat, my mouth gaped open in shock. I'd heard of Lucius Malfoy, but never had I seen him. Not to mention the nerve he had bringing one of his Death Eater friends into Abe's pub.
"Mister Malfoy." I cooed, stepping out from the corner, Abe sent me a sharp stare. The man with long blonde hair turned to stare at me.
"Yes?" He spat, almost insulted by the fact that I was speaking to him.
"Your son isn't in hogsmeade this evening." I explained coolly, hoping he would disappear.
"and how would you know?" He questioned, his eyes stretched across me, sizing me up.
"He's my care of magical creatures partner, I'd just left him our current project before I came down."
"Figures, Draco would never willingly associate with a…Weasley." He chided.
"I'm not a Weasley." I snapped, his eyebrows raised at this.
"May I ask who you are?""Flynn Byrne." I stated proudly.
"You're lying." His voice came out immediately after I'd stated my name. I stiffened at his statement, how would he know?
"No, I'm not." I snapped.
"I've never heard of a Byrne."
"Muggleborn." I stated.
"Filth." He snapped at me.
"I think it's time for you to leave." Abe stepped in, opening the door for Mr. Malfoy and Rowle. Lucius's eyes followed me as he left the pub in silence, while Rowle chuckled next to him.
"Shut up." I heard Lucius snap before they apparated away from Hogwarts.
"Exhibit A." Abe said, gesturing towards where Lucuis had been.
"I have to go."
"You shouldn't have brought attention to yourself." He told me.
"I have to go." I repeated, stepping out the door. I walked toward The Three Broomsticks in deep thought. Lucius didn't think I was lying just because he didn't recognize my last name. I don't know how he would know if I was lying, but there was something else under his tone, he knew something that I didn't want him to know. When I took a seat next to Fred and George they'd already had a butterbeer waiting for me.
"What took you so long baby?" Fred chuckled.
"Shut up." I giggled, playfully hitting his shoulder.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped as he spilled his drink on her. Fred and George laughed as Ron sputtered in embarrassment, trying to clean his butterbeer off of Hermione's chest with a napkin. The twins laughter grew as he began to dab at her boobs. I cleared my throat a Ron.
"You-uh, Ron!' I exclaimed pointing at where he'd been touching as both he and Hermione blushed crimson. The whole table began to laugh at them.
"Good Job Weasley, looks like you can't even get into the Mudbloods pants." A snark voice came from behind us. Our table went quite as we all turned to face the person the voice had come from, we all weren't surprised to find it was Malfoy.
"Excuse me?" I snapped at him, "What did you just say?"
"You heard me, Mudblood." He spat.
"Draco." I hissed.
"What." He snapped as his posse chuckled and followed him to the back table. I looked down at my drink, embarrassed by how he'd acted towards me. That was when it occurred to me, I wanted to test a theory. I grabbed George and dragged him towards the bathroom.
"Change me into myself." I rushed out.
"Tob-"
"Just do it." I snapped. He waved his wand a couple of times, relinquishing my disguise. "Okay. This is your last year, you should know by now how to create things out of thin air, right?"
"Well, I mean, not out of thin air, if I know where something is, I should be able to conjure it."
"Good enough. Give me the sexiest outfit you can find." I whispered. He looked at me questioningly but did as I asked. I found myself in a deep red tube top that fit me snug and revealed a generous amount of cleavage, I recognized it as one of Ginny's shirts that I'd only seen her wear once. He put a tight black miniskirt on me for pants and a pair of dark red pumps to match the shirt. I told him he could go back to the table while I did my hair into two tight braids falling down just past my chest. I nodded, happy with my appearance and continued on to take the place of where the Flynn version of myself was. Hermione and Ron looked at me questioningly.
"Aife?" Hermione asked, shocked that I was there. Fred and George exchanged glances.
"We'll tell you later." They explained to her. I noticed Draco and Blaise walk up to the bar, grabbing glasses of all different drinks. Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw me sitting where his Care of Magical Creatures partner had been. Blaise stopped when Malfoy had, nearly dropping the drinks that were in his hands.
"Dude." He snapped.
"Go, I'll be right there." Draco said, setting the drinks down on the nearest empty table. "Toby!" He called over to me. I smiled and waved at him, he beckoned me with his finger. I stood up and went over to him, excusing myself as my table followed where I was going with their gazes. He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.
"Draco." I sighed.
"What?" He asked, concern clear on his face.
"You're nice now? Don't think I didn't hear all about the way you acted towards Ron and Hermione."
"I didn't know you were friends with them." He defended, releasing his grip.
"So that makes it ok?" I questioned. His eyes fell down to our feet.
"Draco!" Blaise called.
"I'm coming." He replied. "Toby, I've never gotten along with The Golden Trio, you can't expect me to like them now."
"I'm not saying you have to like them. But couldn't you go without the snide remarks?"
"I don't know." Draco snapped, I looked at him curiously. "It's not like we're together."