Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter characters, terms or settings. All belong to J. K. Rowling and her publishers. However, I do own the character Lacie McGonagall, though it isn't entirely mine since she has the same last name as her mom, who is J.K.R.'s property.
Note to Readers: If you want more, please review. Actually, please review anyhow, whether you want more or not. Please do not review telling me, "So-n-so would never do that," or "She wouldn't say that!" It's my FanFiction, which means I can make just about anything happen. Actually, this story started out as a dream but I went on and exaggerated a bit and turned it into what you're reading now. Hope you enjoy!!!
Harry Potter and the Secret of Lacie McGonagall/ Chapter 3
"Aww, Harry, you killed her!" George said.
Harry squatted down to see if I was all right. "Too bad, huh?" Harry said, "I thought she was kinda cute."
"Kind of?" Ron said in disbelief. "That girl's almost as gorgeous as Fleur Delacour!"
All of the voices sounded distant and faraway, as if it were a dream. I opened my eyes and everything was all fuzzy and blurry. I blinked a few times and everything came back into focus.
"Okay, harry, so maybe you didn't kill her with your looks after all…" Fred joked, still laughing.
"are you okay?" Harry asked me, concerned.
No I'm not okay! Harry Potter is speaking to me! Ohmygod, did you just touch me there?!
He put his arm around me and helped me stand back up.
"I-- I-- I--" I stuttered helplessly.
"Hey Lacie! Is that the only letter of the alphabet that you know?" Fred joked.
"Shut up you prat!" Ron said. I was happy to know that Ron Weasley, best friend of the Harry Potter, was defending me.
"Are you okay?" harry repeated.
"I-- I-- I've got to go!" I turned and ran to my mum, who was paying for my schoolbooks at the register. We left and went to the Magical Menagerie and bought a small kitten that I named "Potter Princess". I decided to call her Princess when around other people than myself and the kitten, of course. Next we went to Ollivander's Wand Shop. An elderly old man with bright blue eyes sold me a wand that was 11 inches, ebony and unicorn tail. My mum practically beamed when he said the wand was nice for transfiguration. Then we went to Madame Malkin's. I was to be fitted while Mum went to a few other stores to buy my potions materials and cauldrons. I went in and Madam Malkin asked me to stand on a stool while her magical floating objects measured me. Another girl was standing on a stool next to me. She had awfully bushy hair and seemed to be always smiling.
"Hi! My name is Hermione Granger. I go to Hogwarts and I'm in my fifth year. You must go to Hogwarts too. Since I've never seen you before, I presume you must be a first year. I was scared in my first year too. But you needn't worry, it isn't as hard as it seems-- I mean look at me-- I'm top of my class and prefect and--"
She spoke on and on and talked so fast it was very hard to understand what she was saying. When she stopped to breathe, Lacie interrupted her.
"I'm in my fifth year," she corrected Hermione.
"But--"
"And my name is Lacie McGonagall," Lacie finished.
"--Oh!"
"So… are you friends with Harry Potter?" I asked her, although I already knew the answer to the question. "Yeah, um, have you met him yet?" Hermione asked me.
"Well, kind of," I answered sheepishly. "But I got so embarrassed, I stuttered and ran as far as I could."
"Why? Do you like him or something?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Oh yes, ever since I read about him, I've been in love. I don't think it's possible for him to like me in return though… he's just so heroic and popular. You won't tell him, will you?"
"Well," Hermione said slyly, "there's no need to; he heard it all because he's been spying on us from behind that decorative sculpture over there eavesdropping on us."
"No!…" I whispered in disbelief.
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley walked out from the spot Hermione had indicated.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced," Harry said.
Before I could answer, and to my great delight, Madam Malkin claimed she was finished. I jumped up and ran to my mum, who was standing outside the window, using magic to hold all my school stuff floating above.
"I think we've finished shopping… except-- Lacie, do you want a broom?" Mum asked, smiling.
"Oh yes!" I cried happily.
Twenty minutes later, we were home and I was clutching my new Firebolt-Two-Lucky with disbelief and admiration. As I was examining the most expensive and latest broom that the stores sold, somebody knocked on our door.
Mum opened it and cried outloud with delight, "Albus!"
A very old man with a long sweeping beard walked in. Wow! I thought.
"Well, hello there, Lacie," Dumbledore said to me, smiling happily.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," I said, still admiring my broomstick.
"What have you got there?" Dumbledore said, walking closer. "Is that the newest model?"
"Yes sir," I said.
"Hmm… have you flown on it yet?"
"No sir, not yet."
"well, why don't you try?"
"I don't know how," I said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Just give it a try."
We went outside and I climbed onto my Firebolt-Two-Lucky. Suddenly, I felt as though I knew what I was doing. I flew off and swirled in the air. I felt happy and like I had freed my spirits or something. I did a little flip and landed on the ground gracefully.
I looked at mum, who had a shocked look on her face, and at Dumbledore, who was smiling and laughing.
"Well, it looks like she's about as good as Potter himself!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "She's going to have to be on her House Quidditch team." Mum started to cry and I just stood there and thought: Am I still dreaming?!