A/N: This takes place in the summer of the quidditch
match. Harry, Hermione, and the
Weaselys were at the campsite, just strolling around...and that's when they
first met Colette Applegate...
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter related....all I own
is Colette Applegate and this story.
Chapter 1 : Colette Applegate
"Harry!!
Over here!! Over here!!" Harry
turned around as he heard his name called, followed by his two best friends Ron
Weasely and Hermione Granger. The
former Hogwarts student, Oliver Wood, was to be seen running towards them.
"Hey Oliver" Harry said as
Oliver caught his breath.
"Harry...Harry.." He said between gasps of breath "You
have to come her...I've got to introduce you to my parents. Come on" Oliver Wood grabbed Harry's hand
and dragged him towards his tent, closely followed by Ron and Hermione. "I've been wanting you to meet my
parents -- where in the world are they now?? Can't stay still for just one
minute...Hold on a sec Harry, stay here, don't go anywhere" Harry, Ron and
Hermione stood and waited there as instructed while Oliver was searching for
his parents.
"Ah...There they
are!" The trio heard him say,
"Mum! Dad! Over here! I want you to meet someone!"
A Burly man with sandy brown hair
about a head taller than Oliver and a rather short and chubby woman with dirty
blond hair turned around at his call and started to walk toward them.
"Mum, Dad, this is the Harry
Potter, and his friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley" he said eagerly,
pointing towards an overwhelmed crowd.
After all of their how-do-you-do's
and nice-to-meet-you's and whatever was the proper ways of meeting new people
have been said, all of them started to talk about the quidditch world cup,
discussing whether Ireland or Bulgaria will win the match. Ron was deep in a conversation/argument with
Mr. Wood over which team is better, shortly later joined by Harry and the
Weasley twins whom had just came to say a quick hi to their ex-Quidditch
captain. Hermione, to her best friends'
surprise, had actually participated on their conversations. She didn't trust herself on saying anything,
but an approving nod on her head and the interested look on her face had
already convinced them that she was interested in Quidditch after all.
"No no no" said Mr. Wood " See,
that's where you are wrong Harry, Bulgaria doesn't stand a chance against
Ireland-."
"But Viktor Krum" interrupted
George "is a very talented seeker. He's
sure to catch the snitch!"
While all of the argument about which
team is better, Fred, for the first time, unlike his twin, were not interested
in Quidditch and their argument, as he just had one with Mr. Bagman and had
already bet all of his savings on the upcoming match.
He looked around instead, enjoying
the beautiful scenery of the campsite.
Giant mountains overlapping each other filled with green trees and
yellow wildflowers. Birds and
butterflies of various sizes and colors caught his eyes every now and
then. The freshness of the air filled
his nostrils, and he still could make out the clear dew on the grass he was
standing on. The sky was blue, clear,
not a single cloud could be seen, a perfect weather for a quidditch match. Overly decorated tents scattered everywhere
against the soft earth, flashing the royal colors of red, white, and green.
Little kids played with little
play-broomsticks, going up as high as one foot, closely watched by their
worried mothers. A "thug" came from
behind, interrupted Fred whom was deep in thoughts, simply amused by the radiant
scenery. He turned around, only to see
a girl, with black ringlets framing her face, sat on the ground, muttering
curse words to herself, while picking up her broom, which laid next to her.
Fred hurried over to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked her in his
most concerned voice.
"Yeah…damn those little brats,
always on the way." Fred stared at her
as she muttered those words. She had
the thickest American accent he had ever heard.
"What?" She asked in an annoyed
tone.
"Nothing…nothing," Fred mumbled.
Fred Weasley watched her as she
stood up, brushing the dirt off her blue jeans. He noticed her super model figure, incredibly slim and tall,
especially with the 3 inches platforms on the knee-high boots she was wearing. Her black hair, highlighted with dark brown
streaks, was slightly curled towards the end forming uneven ringlets just below
her shoulder. She looked up and smiled
to him. Unsure of what to do, Fred
smile awkwardly back at the perfectly symmetrical heart-shaped face.
"Colette Applegate," she said,
holding out her right hand as she threw her curls with the opposite hand.
"Fred Weasley," he said, and they
shook hand
"Oi!!! Coleeeeeette!!!" The voice of Oliver Wood came from behind.
"OH MY GOD!!! OLIVER!!! AAAHHHH!!!
I haven't seen you in like, FOREVER!!!"
Colette screamed hysterically as she ran as fast as she could and jumped
on Oliver's opened hand, causing a few strangers' heads to turn. Ron, Harry, Hermione, George, and now Fred,
joining the crowd, stared at the two of them, apparently bewildered.
"Guys, meet
my cousin, Colette Applegate. She just
moved to Liverpool a couple months ago, and she will be going to Hogwarts this
year, and of course, she'll be in Gryffindor just like the rest of the family. Colette, this is Hermione Granger, Ron
Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, whom I believe would be in your year, and
last but certainly not least, Harry Potter."
To
Hermione's surprise, Colette did not break into hysterical laughter or in fit
of giggles like what most girls would do when they first met Harry. She simply said a simple "Hi".
"Colette,"
Oliver broke the awkward silence, " have you forgotten your bag?" He faced her with an exasperated look.
"My
bag?" It took a moment for the remark
to register in her brain. "Oh…my bag…right..I've
got it here somewhere…let see..where could it be?" She walked to where she came
from, squatted down and put her hand in front of her, searching like a blind
man, as though she was hoping her bag would pop out of the ground.
"Ah! Here it is!!" She exclaimed. Out of
nowhere, a medium sized brown leather bag popped out. She carried it with her left hand, a big smile spread on her
face. A silvery, floaty thing could be
seen clutched on her free hand.
"I told you
I'll find it," she said while reaching down for her broomstick. "Now Oliver, if you don't mind, would you
show me my bedroom? I've got to rest,
all this flying makes me tired, you know."
She winked at them, "and plus, I promised Viktor I'll meet him tonight,
before the game, we have lots of catching up to do."
After all
the "bye's" and "see you later's", Oliver and Colette walked away towards his
tent, leaving the other 5 people confused and unsure of what just happened.
"Did she
just say she flew all the way over here from Liverpool?" Ron asked in an awed tone.
Harry just
shrugged. Walking back to their tents,
they couldn't help thinking, it's going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts.
To be continued……
A/N : well, what do you guys think?? That's my very first
attempt ever of writing a fanfiction on the Harry Potter series. So please review, that would mean a lot to
me, and the next chapter would depend on how many reviews I got. So please please review because I think I
have a pretty good plot plotted out.
Thanks!! J
