Chapter 14: Howler Monkey
Diana had been sitting watching Harry and Ron play chess since dinner, and she was beginning to get tired of it.
"Ha! Check!" Harry yelled, with excitement.
Ron then moved a piece. "Checkmate..." Ron said, dully. Harry's fell open in shock.
"Watch it, you'll catch flies like that," Diana laughed, as the two boys ignored her.
Harry finally shook off what had just happened.
"I challenge you to a rematch," Harry proposed.
"What is this, searching for Bobby Fischer?" Diana asked, rolling her eyes.
"What!?" Harry and Ron asked.
"Never mind, it's a muggle chess thing," Diana said.
"Harry, it's getting late. We should go to bed. At least, I 'm going to bed," Ron said, once again completely forgetting Diana was there.
"Now I know how Hermione must have felt all those years," Diana rambled, but they were too busy to notice.
"No, I almost beat you this time. You have to play me again," Harry moaned.
"Forget it, you're never going to beat him," Diana sighed. They continued to ignore.
"Harry, I'm tired, we can play tomorrow," Ron moaned back.
"Well excuse me while I go get blown up by Voldemort," Diana said, sarcastically.
"Come on... what? Are you afraid?" Harry asked, with an evil grin.
"Him scared of you... right! Not even flies are scared of you," Diana said, again sarcastically, and again unnoticed.
"Me... never! Fine, let's play," Ron said, in a very macho sort of way.
"Sorry guys... Oh my God! Voldemort just blew up the Quidditch supply store!" Diana yelled.
"What!?" They both turned and stare at her, while she cracked up.
"Yeah, you two need lives," Diana said. "Away, I'm going to do some girl things with Hermione." Diana began to walk away.
"Wait! I thought you and I were going to hang out after Ron and I were finished playing chess... remember?" Harry said.
"Well when you're finished, come get me," Diana sneered.
"Are you mad at me?" Harry asked. Diana's eyes became dark, cold tunnels as she glared at him. "Ahh! You look like your Uncle!" Harry yelled, almost falling out of his chair. Ron had a look of terror on his face.
"She is a Snape..." Ron said. (*Ron is enveloped in white light as church music blares from above.*)
"That's right, I am a Snape, and this is the Snape glare," Diana said coldly, continuing to glare at the two of them. "Now, if you two don't mind..."
"Nope... no problem," Ron said weakly.
"Thank you..." She smiled, then walked upstairs.
"Never marry her, Harry," Ron said. "Imagine every time you do something wrong, her staring at you like that."
Harry got up and walked upstairs to talk to her.
"Diana?" he asked, opening her door. He saw her putting some books on her bookshelf.
"Hmm...?" Diana responded.
"You still mad?" he asked.
"Nope," Diana said, sitting on her bed.
Harry walked over and sat down next to her. "What was up with that glare?"
"I do it when I'm pissed." Diana shrugged.
"Then your uncle must always be pissed," he said as she put her head on his shoulder. "Diana, come with me." He pulled her out of the room.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To my room. I have to show you something," he said, still pulling her.
"What are you going to show me?" Diana asked.
"You'll see." Harry smiled.
When they got to his room, he sat her on the bed, and began to look through this trunk. Then he pulled out the his invisibility cloak.
"It's a cloak. So what?" Diana rolled her eyes.
"Not just any cloak." He pulled the cloak over his body, so only his head was showing. Diana's mouth fell open. "Pretty cool, huh?" Harry smiled.
Diana's mouth was still open, as she began to nod. "Pretty... weird," Diana said, in shock. "Where did you get it?"
"Dumbledore gave it to me one Christmas. It was my father's," Harry said. Then he began to laugh at Diana's shock. He took the cloak off, and put it over the two of them. "Come with me." They got up and left.
And with that, they went to have a passionate make-out session in Snape's potion ingredients cupboard.
Or not. (A/n: Harmony! Get out of my story! *hits Harmony with spatula*)
They sat out in the warm night air, looking at the stars, with the cloak laid out behind them. Harry wrapped his arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulders.
"So, is there anything else you haven't told me?" Diana asked. "You know, there was that whole Sirius thing, then there was the cloak. Is there anything else you're not telling me?"
"There is a lot I'm not telling you," Harry said. "Is there anything you're not telling me?"
"Yeah," Diana smiled innocently. "But I've told you everything that's of much importance."
"What about Charles?" Harry caught her.
"How did you find out about him?" Diana stared at him in shock.
"Your uncle. Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked.
"'Cause it was my fault," Diana sighed.
"What makes you say that?"
"I should have taken better care of him," Diana said. Harry watched as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Don't cry," he said, wiping away her tears. He sighed, "Now, if I tell you this you have to promise not to flip out. Promise?"
"Promise," she smiled.
"I'm a Parseltongue," Harry said, and she stared at him in shock. "I knew you would flip out."
"I'm not flipping!" she said excitedly. "I'm happy!"
"Why?" Harry wondered.
"My uncle told me not to tell anyone, so I didn't..." Diana rambled.
"Slow down, what are you going on about?" Harry was confused.
Diana stopped and rolled her eyes. "I'm one too. Why do you think I'm a 16 year old girl with a snake?"
"You?" It was Harry's turn to flip or not flip... whatever.
"Well, I do come from a dark family. That could explain it, or not... I don't know."
"Is your Uncle one too?" Harry asked.
"Oh no. I don't think he could be one if he wanted, he hates snakes." Diana laughed, putting her head back on Harry's shoulder.
When it began to get a little colder, Harry wrapped the cloak around the two of them, and they headed inside.
***
It had been an extremely long, rough day for Severus Snape. He had given some Hufflepuffs detention, had to send some kids to the Hospital Wing, and helped Sirius Black clean up a huge potions explosion. Yep, it had been a pretty long day.
Severus took a long shower (yes, a shower) and went right to bed.
***
Diana and Harry walked into Severus's office all smiles. "Uncle Severus, we have to talk," Diana smiled.
'This is ominous,' Severus thought. "Yes, Diana?"
"Well..." Diana continued to smile as she sat down. "I'm pregnant with Harry's child." His mouth fell open.
"What?!" Severus yelled, in shock.
"But no need to worry... we're getting married... right now," Harry added.
Suddenly, all the lights turned off. When the lights turned back on, the scenery had changed... like it was a movie. His office was now a church, and people were everywhere. Severus sat in his desk dumbfounded, watching Harry at the altar, waiting for his bride. Diana walked into Severus's office in a beautiful gown. "Uncle Severus? Aren't you going to walk me down the aisle?" Diana asked.
The next thing he knew he was walking his sixteen year old niece down the aisle. "Um... how did this happen?" Severus asked.
Diana looked off into space, "Well, it was a snowy night, and it was so romantic. We were sitting in front of the fire, and..."
"Stop right there, I don't want to know the graphic details," Severus said, wishing he'd never asked.
They got up to the altar, and Harry took hold of Diana's hands. They both were smiling. "Dearly beloved..."
'I feel sick! How did this happen? Where did I go wrong?' Severus thought, watching Hermione and Sara pull at each other's hair behind Diana's back. Then, he noticed Ron was standing behind Harry picking his nose. 'Gryffindors... enough said.' He rolled his eyes.
"Now, you two made your own vows?" McGonagall asked. (She was the priest or something like that.)
"Yes..." Harry smiled.
"All right... Miss Snape."
Diana smiled, and held Harry's hand, "Harry, ever since I met you I knew I'd be with you. I knew you were my destiny..."
'Oh God... Is it too late for her to be a Nun? Can there be an exception for her? I mean, I heard you actually had to be Catholic.' Severus heart began to hurt. 'Oh God... Is this what a heart attack feels like?'
Diana finished her vows. Harry sighed, Ron wiped tears out of his eyes, and Sara now had Hermione on the ground pulling her hair.
"I wanted to make my vows special, so here goes..." Severus saw Dumbledore roll out with a piano (imagine Stevie Wonder). Harry cleared his throat.
"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. You're like Heaven to touch..."
'Memo to self... kill Harry Potter,' Severus thought.
"I want to hold you so much..."
'Could we get a vocal coach in here! This boy needs some serious help!' Severus rolled his eyes.
"Did I hear my name?" Sirius asked in Snape's ear.
"Get out of my thoughts you moron!" Snape grabbed Madam Pomfrey's purse and hit him.
"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you..." Suddenly a huge marching band came marching in. Harry and Ron began to dance.
'Yep... This is a nightmare...' Snape thought.
"I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baby, to warm the lonely nights. I don't know the rest!" Harry fell you his knees in front of Diana.
"That was so beautiful," she said, crying.
"Ok let's skip to the good stuff... the rings!" McGonagall said. They exchanged rings. "Now, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
They kissed and suddenly can-can dancers danced in. Sirius and Ron both moved their heads to the side so they could see under their dresses. Harry and Diana were now kissing so passionately they were on the ground.
"I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter!"
"Great! Let's get to the boozes!" Dumbledore yelled. A hot tub rolled in filled with beautiful women, with practically nothing on. "Ladies," Dumbledore said, getting into the hot tub.
"Oh... My... God!" Severus screamed. Then, her saw Sirius hitting on some of the girls in the hot tub. The next thing he knew he was watching his sixteen year old niece on his desk with Harry Potter. (You do the math...) Then, he turned, sat and watched Professor Trelawney in the hot tub making-out with...(Oh God, I don't know who. Whoever it is, is liable to make me sick...)
"Ahhhhh!" Severus Snape sat upright in bed, breathing heavily. "It was a dream!"
Diana walked into Severus's office the next morning. "You called me?" Diana smiled, walking into his office.
"Yes, I need to give you something." He dug into his desk and pulled out a box, he handed it to Diana.
She stared at it, then at him trying to figure out if he was for real. "A home pregnancy test?" Diana wondered.
"Just making sure there's nothing cooking in the oven," he smiled.
"Well, that would be a little hard for me, because I'm a Virgin!" Diana rolled her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Snape asked.
"Not unless I've missed something," Diana said. "You had another dream again, didn't you?"
"Yeah, Dumbledore was in a hot tub... with strippers!" Snape moaned.
"Go Albus!" Diana smiled.
Severus sighed. Then, his attention was drawn to the corner. His mouth fell open. It was Albus Dumbledore in a hot tub.
"Hey Diana!" he yelled. She turned around. "Get in the hot tub with me."She pulled off her robes. Underneath was a string bikini. Snape's eyes got wider. She got in the tub.
"Ahh!" Snape sat up in bed. "It was a dream..." He pinched himself. "Ow! Thank God!"
It was a beautiful spring morning at Hogwarts. The sun was out. The sky was blue. Diana sat at that table that fine morning, next to her boyfriend, Harry.
"Good morning everyone..." Diana sighed, sitting down. Now, despite her negative-sounding attitude, Diana was quite happy.
"Morning..." everyone replied.
Diana put her head on Harry's shoulder. He smiled as he read a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Harry asked.
"Nope... I started my annual diet," Diana said.
"Diana, have you heard of the term 'anorexia'?" Hermione smart mouthed.
"Do I look anorexic to you?" Diana asked.
"No, but even dieters eat food," Hermione said.
"Diana, please eat. You're not fat," Harry said, giving her puppy eyes.
"I'm not looking at you." Diana looked away.
Harry moved his face over in her view. "I love you... please eat." He gave her more puppy eyes.
"You two are so disgusting," Ron said, looking like he wanted to puke.
Harry broke off a piece of toast, and put it in front of Diana's mouth. "Please..." He gave her more puppy eyes. She smiled, and he fed the toast to her.
"Ew..." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I agree," Ron said.
Diana got into her bag, got out her Divination homework, and began to finish it. Harry watched her. "Do you mind if you die this week?" Diana asked, chewing on her quill.
"Not at all. In fact, I kill myself all the time," Harry said, nonchalantly.
"My boyfriend dies," Diana said, writing it down. She looked up at Harry, "Friday." She continued to write.
"She gives extra credit if you off yourself," Harry said, filling Diana in on information he'd known for a long time.
"Hmm..." she thought. "Saturday, I will overdose on Heroin," she wrote. "Done!" She smiled.
"Overdosing on a illegal drug, never thought of that before. Thanks Dee," Ron said, writing the idea on his homework.
"No prob," Diana said, unsure of what just happened. "I think..." Harry smiled at her and took her hand.
"We have to get to class," Hermione reminded them.
Harry, Ron, and Diana said good-bye to Hermione, and walked up to divination class. Harry and Diana were still holding hands.
"I hate divination," Ron moaned.
"Join the club," Diana said.
"Where do I sign up?" Ron asked. Diana laughed.
They walked into class, and sat in their usual seats--as far away from Trelawney as humanly possible.
"Now, today class, we're going to learn how to read our future by star signs. Diana?" Trelawney said.
"Hmm..." She took her head out of her folded up arms.
"You're a water sign?" Trelawney asked.
"No..." Diana rolled her eyes.
"Hmm... Aries?"
"No... Libra." Diana rolled her eyes again.
"Hmm... Strange. You don't have near the politeness of a Libra," Trelawney said. Diana looked furious. "You see class, you can learn a lot about a person from Astrology. You can predict the future, and..." she stopped, noticing the class was laughing. She turned around and saw Diana mimicking her. Diana hadn't noticed that she was watching her. "Miss Snape?" Trelawney glared.
Diana noticed she was watching. She stopped and tried to play it off. "Yes," she said, innocently.
"Now Miss Snape, what is one trait that you hold the most as a Libra?"
Diana looked around the room. "I'm indecisive... I think." She looked at Harry. "What do you think?" The class laughed.
"Funny, Miss Snape. Now let's look at the charts," Trelawney got out a huge chat of star signs. She stared for a while. "Hmm... ah... I see." Diana gave a look of disgust..
"Um... Excuse me..." Diana said, softly.
"You're going to be betrayed by someone you love," Professor Trelawney said.
"Right..." Diana sighed. "Who exactly will betray me?"
"That I cannot see," Trelawney said, softly.
"Isn't that what Divinators are good for?!" Diana screamed. Everyone in class laughed.
"Not exactly..."
"Then what? Wait, you're not a Divinator, you can't even figure out my star sign!" Diana yelled, grabbing her stuff. "I'll make a prediction... you are a Pisces, 'cause you're so dense!" Diana stomped out of class.
"Go Diana! I'm with her," Ron said, pulling Harry out of the class with him.
They ran down the hallway after Diana. "Diana, wait!"Ron yelled.
"What?!" Diana stopped and yelled. Her face was red with anger.
"Hold on! Man, I can't believe you did that!" Ron smiled.
"What? Hermione did it in 3rd year," Harry mentioned.
"I can't stand that woman! This is the last year I take her class! I can't stand her! She doesn't even know what she's talking about!" Diana rambled until they got to the common room. They followed her up to her room, still listening to her complain. "I hate... What's that?" Diana asked, referring to a muggle picture of a woman on her bed.
"A picture," Harry said, in a smart sort of voice.
"I know that!" Diana rolled her eyes. She picked up the picture. Under it was a note.
"What does it say?" Ron asked.
"'This will give you a hint about your family.' That was weird." Diana looked around the room with a confused look.
"Maybe you should ask your uncle," Ron suggested.
"That would be a good idea," Diana laughed.
"Oh yeah, all me!" Ron danced.
Harry and Diana laughed at him, as the bell rang. "Well, better go to class," Harry said.
"Yeah," Diana said, putting the picture into her bag. Harry had never noticed it before, but her bag had a strawberry and a banana stitched on the front. "Let's go," Diana sighed.
They walked to their next class, which happened to be Herbology. They met up with Hermione just outside the class, and told her all about what happened.
"Weird..." Hermione said, sitting down.
"Yeah," Diana said.
Nothing else was said through the class; they mostly took notes. After class ended they began to walk to their next class.
"So Diana, you plan to go show your uncle right?" Hermione asked.
"Right," Diana said, walking into Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Well now's the right time," Ron smiled. They pushed her up to her uncle's desk.
"Uncle Severus?" she said nervously, looking back at the friends that had abandoned her.
"Yes, Diana?" Snape drew her attention back to him.
"Um..." She dug into her bag, and pulled out the picture. "Who's this?" She handed the picture to him.
He stared at it in shock, "Who gave this to you?"
"It was laying on my bad with a note. It seemed a little weird, because the note didn't have a name on it," Diana explained. "What does she have to do with our family?"
"She doesn't have anything to do with our family! Now, go sit down!" he said angrily.
She sat down her usual seat next to Harry. "He knows something about that picture that he's not telling me. But what?" Diana thought out loud.
"What did he say?" they all asked at once.
"That she has nothing to do with our family." Diana rolled her eyes. "I know he's lying to me, and I fully intend to figure it out."
"How do you plan on doing that?" Ron asked.
Diana smiled. "You'll see."
***
"We're going to get in trouble for this," Hermione informed them as they walked into Snape's office.
"No, we're not. If he comes in I'll just say we're looking for potions books. No prob," Diana smiled.
"I'm worried," Ron rolled his eyes.
"It's great that you all have confidence in me," Diana smirked, as she opened one of her uncle's drawers. "Here we go," she said, pulling out a large black book.
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"It's a photo album," she smiled. "This should have some interesting pictures." She sat on the floor, they sat by her.
"Like... baby pictures of you?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but it also has pictures of my whole family."
They began to look though the album. "Aw..." Hermione squealed, looking at a baby picture of Diana.
"Let's skip these..." Diana skipped a few pages. "Here they are!"
"Family photos?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, that's the most recent one," she pointed. It had a her parents, her uncle and her. She continued to turn the pages of more family photos. "That is a picture of my brother Charles and I. Then, there's one of my brother William and I. This was taken just before he died." She sighed.
"There all muggle, why?" Hermione asked.
"My mom was muggle born, she preferred muggle photos. Plus, my family loves muggle photos. We don't like photos to move," Diana laughed.
"Why was your mom a Death Eater if she was muggle?" Harry asked.
"Voldemort used my mom to get connections to the muggle world. And really, my mom didn't object to being a Death Eater. I guess the muggle world treated her like crap," Diana sighed, and kept looking though the pictures. "There!" She pointed.
"That's her?" Hermione stared. "It doesn't look anything like the... oh... now I see."
"That's weird," Diana said. She looked around the room in thought.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"That's a picture of my Grandparents with her in it. She looks younger than them." Diana scratched her head. "Well, we better go." She put the album back into the drawer, and they left.
They walked down the hallway talking about the picture. They walked into
the common room still talking about the picture. Then Ron stopped dead in this tracks. "What?" Hermione asked.
He pointed to a corner where Ginny and Neville were making out. "What are THEY DOING!?" He said, gradually getting louder. Neville and Ginny both jumped.
"Um... I can explain..." Ginny said, nervously.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Ron stomped off.
"I'm going to go try to calm him down," Harry said, to Diana.
"That sounds like a good idea," Diana kissed him, and he went upstairs.
Diana and Hermione looked at each other and then at Ginny.
"That wasn't too good," Hermione said.
"No, it wasn't," Ginny sighed.
"Um... I'm going to go to bed," Neville said.
"Night." Ginny kissed him, and he left.
They both sat next to her. "Are you going to be okay?" Diana asked.
"I don't know," Ginny said.
"He overreacted," Hermione nodded.
"Right," Diana agreed.
"I just wish he'd let me grow up," Ginny sighed.
"I know how that feels. My older brother did it to me, and then there's my uncle. It's hard," Diana sighed.
"Maybe you should talk to Ron about it," Hermione suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea," Diana smiled.
"I can try," Ginny sighed. "I'm going to go think. Night!"
"Night!" Hermione and Diana both said.
"He overreacted," Hermione sighed.
"He did..." Diana agreed.
"I hope Harry's making progress," Hermione thought out loud.
"Well, If he doesn't make progress, I don't know who could," Diana rolled her eyes. "I could deck him for doing that to her!"
***
"I can't believe she would do such a thing! First of all, why didn't she tell me? Grr!" Ron complained. They had been listening to him complain all morning.
"I don't know," Harry said. He refused to tell him that he had known about them.
Ginny walked over to Ron. "Ron..."
"I don't want to hear it!" Ron yelled. Ginny left in tears.
"Maybe you should have listened to her!" Diana yelled at him. Hermione and Harry stared.
"You have no right to talk, Diana! You just came here! You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron yelled. Hermione and Harry's eyes both got big. They expected Diana to blow up, but they didn't expect what she was about to do.
Diana breathed out in anger. "Well then, if you don't want me here... let's just forget we were ever friends," she said, calmly.
"Diana... I didn't..." Ron began.
Diana stood up. "Just shut up, Ron, and listen to yourself!" Diana walked off.
Harry yelled, "Diana!" He stared. "Come back..."
Hermione looked at Ron with anger and frustration. "That was cold, Ron. Really cold..." Hermione sighed.
"I didn't mean it that way..."
"But she took it that way, Ron. You don't understand. Her parents were both murdered, she narrowly escaped death herself, she was stripped away of everything she has ever known, and she finally thinks she has found friends and you do that to her. I'll forgive you, because you're my friend. But you better hope that she forgives you," Hermione said, getting out her book with frustration.
***
They walked into Potions class and sat in their usual seats. They looked around the class room for Diana, but she wasn't there.
"Where is she?" Hermione asked.
"She wasn't in any of her classes today," Harry said.
"I'm going to apologize to her," Ron said.
"That's a good idea," Hermione said angrily.
At that moment Diana walked into the class room. "Diana!" They all yelled. She turned and looked at them. She frowned them, and walked to find a seat.
"Diana, why don't you come sit next to me!" Draco yelled, pushing Pansy out of her seat. Diana smiled and walked over to sit next to him.
"Diana," Harry said. Diana turned around and stared at him. Her eyes filled with tears. "I love you," he whispered, as she sat down next to Draco.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't want any of this to happen," Ron sighed.
"Don't be saying sorry to me, say sorry to Diana. You hurt her, not me," Harry said.
"Maybe I should go talk to her first, to help calm her down," Hermione smiled. "It'll be okay, Harry. I'm sure Diana doesn't hate you, or even want break up with you." Hermione got up and walked over to Diana. "Diana."
"Hmm..." Diana said, turning around.
"Diana, Ron is really sorry..." Hermione began.
"Well, if he wants to apologize, tell him to come to me and do it. Don't send a messenger," Diana said, angrily.
"I wasn't going to apologize for him. In fact, I wouldn't. What he said was mean, and I could never apologize for if he asked me. But you're hurting Harry, and me. Come sit with us...please."
Diana looked back at Harry, who looked rather depressed. She thought for a moment and decided, "Fine, but this doesn't mean I'm going to forgive Ron."
"I wouldn't either..." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Men... Enough said."
"I totally agree." Diana grabbed her stuff and walked over to sit by Harry.
"You decided to come over?" Harry asked.
"Yeah..." Diana smiled. She put her head on his shoulder.
"If Ron apologizes, would you forgive him?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around her.
"I don't know," Diana sighed, just as the bell rang.
Sirius walked in, and began to write the daily assignment on the board. When he was finished, he turned around and gave instructions, "I want you guys to work in groups of threes. All right, get started."
Diana looked at them and sighed. "I think Neville could use some help," Diana said.
"No Diana, you three work together. I'll go help Neville," Hermione said.
"No! I want to help Neville!" Diana got up and began to grab her stuff.
"Diana, sit down!" Ron yelled. Everyone in class turned around.
"I'm not going to listen to you!" Diana yelled back.
"I'm sorry, Diana!" Ron yelled.
"Right..." Diana rolled her eyes.
"I am..." Ron sighed.
Diana looked around the room. Everyone was staring.
"Show's over!" Diana yelled. She looked over at Ron, "Fine... I forgive you..." Diana sat down. She crossed her arms in anger.
Now, Diana and Ron hold some personality traits that are a lot alike. Like, they're both touchy and hot headed. They can also hold a grudge, if they feel like it... But unlike Ron, Diana can be pissed off at you one minute, then fine with you the next. So needless to say, by dinner, Ron and Diana were good friends again.(*rolls eyes*)
*** A couple of weeks later***
"Everyone's tired, Harry," Diana moaned. "It's nine o'clock at night. Can we go yet?"
"No! We have the Quidditch Cup against the Slytherins...Saturday! We have to practice!" Harry yelled at the team.
"But we were up at five o'clock this morning to practice, then we started evening practice right after dinner. I need to study for finals!" Ginny put her head on Diana's shoulder.
"And must I remind you, we've been doing this for two weeks. You're going to wear us out before the game!" Diana yelled.
"We'll be okay, I know we will," Harry encouraged.
"Yeah, our captain said that during the championship my first year at Salem. We won of course, but at the same time our Seeker fell of his broom and died," Diana said.
"Thank you Miss Snape..." Harry said sarcastically.
"Well, it's true..." Diana rolled her eyes.
"Fine, everyone may leave," Harry said.
"Thank God!" Colin yelled.
Harry walked off looking pissed . "Harry!" Diana yelled. Ron and Diana ran after him. Diana managed to stop him. "What's wrong, Harry?" Diana asked. Ron caught up with the two.
"We have to practice, the game's in two days!" Harry complained.
Diana began to massage Harry's shoulders. "Don't worry, we're going to win. We have one of the best teams I've ever seen."
"I'm not worried," Harry said, angrily.
"You're worried," Diana and Ron chimed in together. She was still massaging his shoulders.
"I'm not worried... Wow, that feels good!" Harry stopped with a smile, enjoying the massage.
"Well, you seemed tense," Diana stopped and walked off.
"Hey! Why did you stop?!" Harry asked. Ron rolled his eyes and continued to walk into the castle.
Diana turned and walked back playfully. "Let's go."
"But I'm still tense..." Harry moaned walking with Diana.
Diana gave him a fake sympathetic look. "I'm so sorry."
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked at her with puppy eyes. "Diana..." he moaned.
She tried to run away, but he wouldn't let her. " Don't look at me like that!" Diana said, looking away. He grabbed her face and made her look at him. He gave her his best puppy eyes. She couldn't help but say yes to his glistening, green eyes.
"Diana..." Harry smiled at her longingly.
"Not the smile..." Diana moaned. She tried to resist his smile. His smile always got to her.
"Diana..." Harry smiled, then kissed her gently.
"Fine, when we get back to the common room," Diana gave in. Harry smiled with satisfaction.
***
Later that night Harry walked down the stairs to find Diana in a soft, squishy chair, reading. He watched as she twirled the strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail as she read. She hadn't even noticed that he was standing on the last step watching her.
"Interesting book?" Harry asked, walking over to sit next to her.
"Transfiguration." Diana looked up. She scooted over as he sat next to her.
"Why are you studying at one in the morning? We have practice in four hours," Harry reminded her.
"I'm worried about finals," Diana sighed. "Why are you up?"She put her head on Harry's chest.
"Couldn't sleep." He ran his hands through her hair. "You shouldn't worry so much about finals. You'll pass, no problem."
Diana put down her book and shut her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed the top of her head. She felt so comfortable like that. She wanted to fall asleep, but she had to study. Diana picked up her book and began to read. "Have you studied, Harry?" Diana asked.
"Yeah, not as much as you or Hermione, though." Harry rubbed her stomach. She smiled.
Diana put down her book, sat up, and looked into Harry's eyes. He kissed her softly on the lips. He slid his cheek by hers. "I love you," He whispered into her ear. His lips brushed her ear. It sent chills down her back. He began to kiss her cheek, slowly moving over toward her lips. He stopped at her lips and looked into her eyes. She stared at him in shock. He had never done anything like that to her before.
"Where... Wh...um..." Diana was still shock. She felt so stupid being speechless.
Harry laughed and kissed her. Diana then put her head back on his chest.
"Diana, how about we meet out by the lake tomorrow night? So we can stargaze again." Harry rubbed her back.
"All right," Diana said, closing her eyes. She was beginning to get tired. "We should go get some sleep."
"Yeah..." Harry sighed. He didn't want Diana to leave.
Diana got up. Harry didn't want her to. "You coming?" Diana asked.
"Yeah." Harry stood up. "Good night." Harry kissed her.
"Night." She began to walk upstairs.
"Diana!" He called after her.
"Hmm..." She turned around. He walked over and pulled her closer to him. He closed his eyes and began to kiss her. She put her arms around his neck, as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth. Her heart began to beat faster, and faster. Never in her life had he or any other guy kissed her like that. She felt her body go weak, and she couldn't breathe. Then he pulled away and stared at her. "I never have... wow..." Diana sighed. She noticed that she had a dopey grin on her face. Then, she noticed he had one too.
"Well... night, Diana." Harry kissed her forehead. Then he walked upstairs to his dorm, leaving Diana in the common room.
Diana stood in that same spot for what seemed like hours, but it had only been seconds. "I hope my breath was okay," Diana thought out loud.
"Your breath was great!" Harry yelled from the staircase. Diana laughed and walked upstairs to bed.
***
Hermione woke up the next morning to see Diana laying in her bed. She was twirling her long blonde hair, in her sleep, with a huge smile on her face. She looked at her watch... it was 4:55. That meant any minute now Harry and Ron would be running though the door to wake her up for quidditch practice.
Hermione laid back for only a minute before the she heard the door open. She sat up and saw Harry peek his head into the room.
"Is she still asleep?" Harry whispered.
"Yes... Why wouldn't she be?" Hermione asked, snickering. Harry walked over to Diana's bed, and sat on the edge. "Where's Ron?"
"He went to go grab food," Harry said, brushing the hair out of Diana's face. "Diana..." He whispered into her eye. "Wake up..." He kissed her forehead. Hermione watched with a smile.
Diana opened her eyes and gave Harry a glare. Then she put a pillow over her face. "Got away!" Diana said. Harry and Hermione laughed, cause she was so muffled that she sounded like she said, 'go eat hay.'
"I know you hate when I come to wake you up, but we have practice." Harry pulled the pillow off her face.
"I'm getting up!" Diana said, angrily. She sat up and glared at Harry. "You should be shot at the stake for getting us up at 5 in the morning."
"Well, I love you too," Harry pretended to be offended. Diana got up out of bed and forced Harry out of the room so she could change.
"Well, see you in class, Hermione," Diana said, walking out the door. Harry was waiting for her in the common room. "Nervous about the game tomorrow?"
"Just a little," Harry sighed, as they proceeded to walk to the Quidditch pitch.
When they walked outside, the team was standing at the door waiting for them. "Why aren't you guys practicing?" Harry asked.
"Slytherins are practicing!" Ron said, angrily.
"Well, that's great... back to bed!" Diana said, happily. She began to walk inside, but Harry stopped her.
"No! We have to practice!" Harry yanked her back out the door.
"But they have the field," Diana said. "We can have the field tonight."
"No... we're going to have it this morning!" Harry yelled at her.
Diana put her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "We can have the field tonight." Diana gave him the look. (The one that means don't disagree with me, or there'll be trouble.) "They have as much right to that field as we do. We shouldn't hog that privilege. We can have the field tonight." She turned around and left.
"Food!" Ron ran after her.
Harry shook his head and followed.
***
Diana had been sitting by the lake waiting for a half an hour.
"He wouldn't stand me up, would he?" Diana wondered out loud. "Of course he wouldn't. He probably just caught up. That's it."
She waited for another half an hour. The temperature was starting to drop, and so was her patience. "He's not coming..." Diana sighed.
She began to walk inside feeling rejected. She couldn't believe she had just been stood up by her own boyfriend!
"How wrong is that?" Diana thought out loud. She opened the doors to Hogwarts.
As she walked up to the tower, she wondered what had kept him. He didn't have detention. "Well, whatever it is, must be good." She continued to walk.
Diana walked into the Gryffindor common room. And, to her surprise, Harry was sitting at his usual seat--playing chess with Ron.
Diana walked right over to the two, her face red with anger.
"Were you supposed to be anywhere tonight?" Diana asked Harry.
"Umm... no." Harry moved a chess piece.
"You sure? No one you had to meet up with?" Diana got even redder. Harry looked up at her in thought. Then it fell on him like a ton of bricks.
"Oh my God, Diana, I'm sorry."
"Oh... Is that what you would say if you forgot your wedding, 'cause you were playing chess with Ron?!" Diana yelled.
"I think one of us would remember that," Ron laughed.
"Shut up Ron!" Diana yelled. She then focused back on Harry. "You're such an asshole, Harry!"
"Look!" He stood up. He seemed to tower over Diana's 5'5. "I said I was sorry!" Diana's eyes got cold and Snapeish. "Don't look at me like that!"
"I can look at you any way I please!" Diana screamed in his face.
"Harry, do you think we should finish this game of chess later?" Ron asked. They both turned and glared at him. "What? It was a reasonable question... I think." Ron looked uncomfortable.
"I said I was sorry! What do you want me to do about it?" Harry yelled, ignoring Ron.
"Look, you slime-eating, flea-infested, duck-footed flobberworm--"
"What?!" Ron asked.
"Shut up!" Diana screamed. "Look, you pea-brained, four-eyed, web-footed, scar-faced, dickless howler monkey! It's good to know you love chess pieces over your own girlfriend!"
"That's not true! I have a dick..."
"That's standing up for you manhood, Harry," Ron responded.
"Well, you may have a dick, but you certainly have no balls!" Diana yelled. "So, the next time you decide to be Ron's chess whore, inform me before I go stand out waiting for you! I might add, for an hour!" Diana stomped off.
"Well, I have never been more offended in my life. How about you Harry?" Ron said.
"Ron, you're a pansy!" Harry yelled.
"Well, she called me a chess pimp." Ron looked offended.
Ginny walked by with Neville following behind her,."Ron, you are a chess pimp."
"And Harry, you are his chess whore," Neville added.
Harry sat down in his chair and stared. "That was our first fight, ever. I mean one of us has gotten mad at each other, but we have never fought."
"Well, believe me that's not your last fight together," Ron moved a chess piece. "Checkmate!" Harry looked at the board and sighed. Ron looked at Harry with sympathy. "Look, she'll get over it. It's not like this fight is going to cause you two to break up. She loves you too much." Ron smiled. "Wait until tomorrow morning 'til she cools down, and apologize. She'll forgive you."
Harry sighed. "Let's get to bed. We have a game tomorrow."
***
Diana walked into her dorm in tears.
"Diana, what happened?" Hermione ran over and hugged her.
"Harry and I just got into our first fight," Diana cried.
"About what?" Hermione and Diana sat on Diana's bed.
"We were supposed to meet by the lake, and he stood me up. I found him playing chess with Ron. He apologized and I yelled. He yelled back, I called him names, and left. I was horrible!" Diana buried her face into her hands.
"Oh Diana... I'm so sorry," Hermione comforted her.
"I hate men!" Diana yelled.
"Well, your uncle would be relieved to hear that," Hermione said, which managed to make Diana laugh.
"But what if he hates me forever for what I said?" Diana once again buried her face into her hands.
"He wouldn't hate you forever. He loves you too much to let a stupid fight let you get away from him. He'll probably come to his senses, and will apologize tomorrow before the game," Hermione smiled.
"You think?" Diana looked up at Hermione. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Yeah..." Hermione said. Diana hugged her. " Let's get to bed. You have a quidditch game tomorrow."
***
The next morning Harry looked all over for Diana, but couldn't find her. After breakfast, he checked her room, but he didn't find her. He did find Hermione though.
"Where's Diana?" Harry asked, walking into the room.
"Her uncle wanted to talk to her about something," Hermione said. "Doesn't the game start in 15 minutes?"
"Yeah..." Harry began.
"Better go!" Hermione interrupted. Harry began to leave. "Oh, and good luck!"
"Thanks, Hermione!" Harry yelled running out the door.
***
He ran into the locker room just in time for his pre-game pep talk.
"Where's Diana?" Ron asked, as Harry ran in.
"She's not here?" Harry's eyes got wide.
"Um... No!" Dean yelled.
With that Diana ran into the locker room. "I'm here," Diana said.
"I was getting worried!" Harry said nervously.
"I figured I would forget, so Hermione could get another moment of glory," Diana smiled, sitting down.
"Um..." Harry looked around the at everyone. "Let's just win this one... Let's go!"
"Wow! I'm so pepped up..." Ron laughed. Harry glared. "I'll shut up now."
They began to walk out the door. "Diana!" Harry called after her. She stopped and stared.
"Hmm..." Diana said.
"Let's go you two!" Ron yelled. They ran out onto the field.
The Slytherin team was already out on the field. The crowd was pepped. "Mount your brooms!" Madam Hooch yelled. They all mounted their brooms. Then, she blew her whistle, and the game began.
"Weasley has the quaffle first! She passes it to Thomas, who passes to Snape. And she scores!" The commentator yelled.
Harry listened to the commentator, as he flew around looking for the Snitch.
"Nice save by Weasley! Snape has the ball, she passes to Weasley. Weasley scores!" Harry looked, and smiled.
Harry zoomed around looking for the Snitch, Draco following behind him. He looked down and saw Diana with the quaffle.
"Go Diana!" he yelled.
Suddenly, he saw the Snitch fluttering around close to the ground. He dived down to get it, Draco right next to him. Everyone stopped to watch.
They were getting closer and closer to the ground, and they weren't pulling up.
"Pull up Harry!" Diana screamed. He didn't--he could almost touch the Snitch! He reached out, and grabbed it.
The crowd went wild. The Gryffindor team all landed. Ginny and Diana were dancing around, cheering. Ron ran over to Harry. "Great catch!" Ron yelled.
"Thanks," Harry smiled.
"Party in the common room!" Dean yelled.
"Let's go, Harry," Ron said.
"Let's go find Diana and Hermione first," Harry said.
"Too late, Diana and Ginny already went to the party." Hermione informed them.
"Let's go then."
***
Diana sat in her room listening to the party downstairs. She hadn't changed out of her robes yet. She was just sitting there, thinking about the fight.
"Diana..." Ginny walked in.
"Yeah?" Diana lost her train of thought.
"You coming?"
"Yeah," Diana smiled.
"Well, get changed. Everyone's waiting for you!" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Tell them I'm coming," Diana smiled. Ginny smiled and left.
Diana sat for a moment, then changed. She wore a white tank with bell bottoms. She walked over to her mirror, and began to brush her hair.
She looked into the mirror at her reflection. Then, after a moment of looking at herself, she noticed something weird. Her window was open.
She put down her brush and turned around to close it. But to her surprise, a red-haired man was standing right behind her. She screamed.
***
"Where is she?" Harry asked.
"Changing," Ginny said.
"Girls..." Ron rolled his eyes.
"Stop!" Harry looked around. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Hermione asked.
"That scream!" Harry stared at the stairs leading to the girls dorms.
"No..." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Diana!" Harry ran. They followed.
Harry opened the door to Diana's room and saw blood everywhere. "Oh my God!" Hermione screamed, stopping behind Harry.
Harry walked over and looked out the open window. Ron and Ginny stopped at the door.
"What happened?" Ron asked
"I don't know!" Harry yelled.
"Look!" Hermione picked up a note off of Diana's bed. "It's for you." She handed it to Harry.
He opened it and began to read it aloud. "'If you want Diana to live, meet me at the location on the back of this note at 1:00 pm. SCARP!'"
"That's in 15 minutes!" Hermione looked at her watch.
"Ron, Hermione... Get Snape and Sirius. Ginny, get Dumbledore. I have to go save Diana."
"It's too dangerous by yourself!" Hermione said.
"I have to go. I have to go save her," Harry sighed.
A/n: Alright this Chapter was really long, 33 pages long to be exact. That's not a typical Diana Chapter. I also re posted chapters 1,2, 3 and 4. Anyway, dedication... I'd like to dedicate this chapter to a Strawberry and a Banana.
Diana had been sitting watching Harry and Ron play chess since dinner, and she was beginning to get tired of it.
"Ha! Check!" Harry yelled, with excitement.
Ron then moved a piece. "Checkmate..." Ron said, dully. Harry's fell open in shock.
"Watch it, you'll catch flies like that," Diana laughed, as the two boys ignored her.
Harry finally shook off what had just happened.
"I challenge you to a rematch," Harry proposed.
"What is this, searching for Bobby Fischer?" Diana asked, rolling her eyes.
"What!?" Harry and Ron asked.
"Never mind, it's a muggle chess thing," Diana said.
"Harry, it's getting late. We should go to bed. At least, I 'm going to bed," Ron said, once again completely forgetting Diana was there.
"Now I know how Hermione must have felt all those years," Diana rambled, but they were too busy to notice.
"No, I almost beat you this time. You have to play me again," Harry moaned.
"Forget it, you're never going to beat him," Diana sighed. They continued to ignore.
"Harry, I'm tired, we can play tomorrow," Ron moaned back.
"Well excuse me while I go get blown up by Voldemort," Diana said, sarcastically.
"Come on... what? Are you afraid?" Harry asked, with an evil grin.
"Him scared of you... right! Not even flies are scared of you," Diana said, again sarcastically, and again unnoticed.
"Me... never! Fine, let's play," Ron said, in a very macho sort of way.
"Sorry guys... Oh my God! Voldemort just blew up the Quidditch supply store!" Diana yelled.
"What!?" They both turned and stare at her, while she cracked up.
"Yeah, you two need lives," Diana said. "Away, I'm going to do some girl things with Hermione." Diana began to walk away.
"Wait! I thought you and I were going to hang out after Ron and I were finished playing chess... remember?" Harry said.
"Well when you're finished, come get me," Diana sneered.
"Are you mad at me?" Harry asked. Diana's eyes became dark, cold tunnels as she glared at him. "Ahh! You look like your Uncle!" Harry yelled, almost falling out of his chair. Ron had a look of terror on his face.
"She is a Snape..." Ron said. (*Ron is enveloped in white light as church music blares from above.*)
"That's right, I am a Snape, and this is the Snape glare," Diana said coldly, continuing to glare at the two of them. "Now, if you two don't mind..."
"Nope... no problem," Ron said weakly.
"Thank you..." She smiled, then walked upstairs.
"Never marry her, Harry," Ron said. "Imagine every time you do something wrong, her staring at you like that."
Harry got up and walked upstairs to talk to her.
"Diana?" he asked, opening her door. He saw her putting some books on her bookshelf.
"Hmm...?" Diana responded.
"You still mad?" he asked.
"Nope," Diana said, sitting on her bed.
Harry walked over and sat down next to her. "What was up with that glare?"
"I do it when I'm pissed." Diana shrugged.
"Then your uncle must always be pissed," he said as she put her head on his shoulder. "Diana, come with me." He pulled her out of the room.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To my room. I have to show you something," he said, still pulling her.
"What are you going to show me?" Diana asked.
"You'll see." Harry smiled.
When they got to his room, he sat her on the bed, and began to look through this trunk. Then he pulled out the his invisibility cloak.
"It's a cloak. So what?" Diana rolled her eyes.
"Not just any cloak." He pulled the cloak over his body, so only his head was showing. Diana's mouth fell open. "Pretty cool, huh?" Harry smiled.
Diana's mouth was still open, as she began to nod. "Pretty... weird," Diana said, in shock. "Where did you get it?"
"Dumbledore gave it to me one Christmas. It was my father's," Harry said. Then he began to laugh at Diana's shock. He took the cloak off, and put it over the two of them. "Come with me." They got up and left.
And with that, they went to have a passionate make-out session in Snape's potion ingredients cupboard.
Or not. (A/n: Harmony! Get out of my story! *hits Harmony with spatula*)
They sat out in the warm night air, looking at the stars, with the cloak laid out behind them. Harry wrapped his arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulders.
"So, is there anything else you haven't told me?" Diana asked. "You know, there was that whole Sirius thing, then there was the cloak. Is there anything else you're not telling me?"
"There is a lot I'm not telling you," Harry said. "Is there anything you're not telling me?"
"Yeah," Diana smiled innocently. "But I've told you everything that's of much importance."
"What about Charles?" Harry caught her.
"How did you find out about him?" Diana stared at him in shock.
"Your uncle. Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked.
"'Cause it was my fault," Diana sighed.
"What makes you say that?"
"I should have taken better care of him," Diana said. Harry watched as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Don't cry," he said, wiping away her tears. He sighed, "Now, if I tell you this you have to promise not to flip out. Promise?"
"Promise," she smiled.
"I'm a Parseltongue," Harry said, and she stared at him in shock. "I knew you would flip out."
"I'm not flipping!" she said excitedly. "I'm happy!"
"Why?" Harry wondered.
"My uncle told me not to tell anyone, so I didn't..." Diana rambled.
"Slow down, what are you going on about?" Harry was confused.
Diana stopped and rolled her eyes. "I'm one too. Why do you think I'm a 16 year old girl with a snake?"
"You?" It was Harry's turn to flip or not flip... whatever.
"Well, I do come from a dark family. That could explain it, or not... I don't know."
"Is your Uncle one too?" Harry asked.
"Oh no. I don't think he could be one if he wanted, he hates snakes." Diana laughed, putting her head back on Harry's shoulder.
When it began to get a little colder, Harry wrapped the cloak around the two of them, and they headed inside.
***
It had been an extremely long, rough day for Severus Snape. He had given some Hufflepuffs detention, had to send some kids to the Hospital Wing, and helped Sirius Black clean up a huge potions explosion. Yep, it had been a pretty long day.
Severus took a long shower (yes, a shower) and went right to bed.
***
Diana and Harry walked into Severus's office all smiles. "Uncle Severus, we have to talk," Diana smiled.
'This is ominous,' Severus thought. "Yes, Diana?"
"Well..." Diana continued to smile as she sat down. "I'm pregnant with Harry's child." His mouth fell open.
"What?!" Severus yelled, in shock.
"But no need to worry... we're getting married... right now," Harry added.
Suddenly, all the lights turned off. When the lights turned back on, the scenery had changed... like it was a movie. His office was now a church, and people were everywhere. Severus sat in his desk dumbfounded, watching Harry at the altar, waiting for his bride. Diana walked into Severus's office in a beautiful gown. "Uncle Severus? Aren't you going to walk me down the aisle?" Diana asked.
The next thing he knew he was walking his sixteen year old niece down the aisle. "Um... how did this happen?" Severus asked.
Diana looked off into space, "Well, it was a snowy night, and it was so romantic. We were sitting in front of the fire, and..."
"Stop right there, I don't want to know the graphic details," Severus said, wishing he'd never asked.
They got up to the altar, and Harry took hold of Diana's hands. They both were smiling. "Dearly beloved..."
'I feel sick! How did this happen? Where did I go wrong?' Severus thought, watching Hermione and Sara pull at each other's hair behind Diana's back. Then, he noticed Ron was standing behind Harry picking his nose. 'Gryffindors... enough said.' He rolled his eyes.
"Now, you two made your own vows?" McGonagall asked. (She was the priest or something like that.)
"Yes..." Harry smiled.
"All right... Miss Snape."
Diana smiled, and held Harry's hand, "Harry, ever since I met you I knew I'd be with you. I knew you were my destiny..."
'Oh God... Is it too late for her to be a Nun? Can there be an exception for her? I mean, I heard you actually had to be Catholic.' Severus heart began to hurt. 'Oh God... Is this what a heart attack feels like?'
Diana finished her vows. Harry sighed, Ron wiped tears out of his eyes, and Sara now had Hermione on the ground pulling her hair.
"I wanted to make my vows special, so here goes..." Severus saw Dumbledore roll out with a piano (imagine Stevie Wonder). Harry cleared his throat.
"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. You're like Heaven to touch..."
'Memo to self... kill Harry Potter,' Severus thought.
"I want to hold you so much..."
'Could we get a vocal coach in here! This boy needs some serious help!' Severus rolled his eyes.
"Did I hear my name?" Sirius asked in Snape's ear.
"Get out of my thoughts you moron!" Snape grabbed Madam Pomfrey's purse and hit him.
"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you..." Suddenly a huge marching band came marching in. Harry and Ron began to dance.
'Yep... This is a nightmare...' Snape thought.
"I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baby, to warm the lonely nights. I don't know the rest!" Harry fell you his knees in front of Diana.
"That was so beautiful," she said, crying.
"Ok let's skip to the good stuff... the rings!" McGonagall said. They exchanged rings. "Now, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
They kissed and suddenly can-can dancers danced in. Sirius and Ron both moved their heads to the side so they could see under their dresses. Harry and Diana were now kissing so passionately they were on the ground.
"I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter!"
"Great! Let's get to the boozes!" Dumbledore yelled. A hot tub rolled in filled with beautiful women, with practically nothing on. "Ladies," Dumbledore said, getting into the hot tub.
"Oh... My... God!" Severus screamed. Then, her saw Sirius hitting on some of the girls in the hot tub. The next thing he knew he was watching his sixteen year old niece on his desk with Harry Potter. (You do the math...) Then, he turned, sat and watched Professor Trelawney in the hot tub making-out with...(Oh God, I don't know who. Whoever it is, is liable to make me sick...)
"Ahhhhh!" Severus Snape sat upright in bed, breathing heavily. "It was a dream!"
Diana walked into Severus's office the next morning. "You called me?" Diana smiled, walking into his office.
"Yes, I need to give you something." He dug into his desk and pulled out a box, he handed it to Diana.
She stared at it, then at him trying to figure out if he was for real. "A home pregnancy test?" Diana wondered.
"Just making sure there's nothing cooking in the oven," he smiled.
"Well, that would be a little hard for me, because I'm a Virgin!" Diana rolled her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Snape asked.
"Not unless I've missed something," Diana said. "You had another dream again, didn't you?"
"Yeah, Dumbledore was in a hot tub... with strippers!" Snape moaned.
"Go Albus!" Diana smiled.
Severus sighed. Then, his attention was drawn to the corner. His mouth fell open. It was Albus Dumbledore in a hot tub.
"Hey Diana!" he yelled. She turned around. "Get in the hot tub with me."She pulled off her robes. Underneath was a string bikini. Snape's eyes got wider. She got in the tub.
"Ahh!" Snape sat up in bed. "It was a dream..." He pinched himself. "Ow! Thank God!"
It was a beautiful spring morning at Hogwarts. The sun was out. The sky was blue. Diana sat at that table that fine morning, next to her boyfriend, Harry.
"Good morning everyone..." Diana sighed, sitting down. Now, despite her negative-sounding attitude, Diana was quite happy.
"Morning..." everyone replied.
Diana put her head on Harry's shoulder. He smiled as he read a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Harry asked.
"Nope... I started my annual diet," Diana said.
"Diana, have you heard of the term 'anorexia'?" Hermione smart mouthed.
"Do I look anorexic to you?" Diana asked.
"No, but even dieters eat food," Hermione said.
"Diana, please eat. You're not fat," Harry said, giving her puppy eyes.
"I'm not looking at you." Diana looked away.
Harry moved his face over in her view. "I love you... please eat." He gave her more puppy eyes.
"You two are so disgusting," Ron said, looking like he wanted to puke.
Harry broke off a piece of toast, and put it in front of Diana's mouth. "Please..." He gave her more puppy eyes. She smiled, and he fed the toast to her.
"Ew..." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I agree," Ron said.
Diana got into her bag, got out her Divination homework, and began to finish it. Harry watched her. "Do you mind if you die this week?" Diana asked, chewing on her quill.
"Not at all. In fact, I kill myself all the time," Harry said, nonchalantly.
"My boyfriend dies," Diana said, writing it down. She looked up at Harry, "Friday." She continued to write.
"She gives extra credit if you off yourself," Harry said, filling Diana in on information he'd known for a long time.
"Hmm..." she thought. "Saturday, I will overdose on Heroin," she wrote. "Done!" She smiled.
"Overdosing on a illegal drug, never thought of that before. Thanks Dee," Ron said, writing the idea on his homework.
"No prob," Diana said, unsure of what just happened. "I think..." Harry smiled at her and took her hand.
"We have to get to class," Hermione reminded them.
Harry, Ron, and Diana said good-bye to Hermione, and walked up to divination class. Harry and Diana were still holding hands.
"I hate divination," Ron moaned.
"Join the club," Diana said.
"Where do I sign up?" Ron asked. Diana laughed.
They walked into class, and sat in their usual seats--as far away from Trelawney as humanly possible.
"Now, today class, we're going to learn how to read our future by star signs. Diana?" Trelawney said.
"Hmm..." She took her head out of her folded up arms.
"You're a water sign?" Trelawney asked.
"No..." Diana rolled her eyes.
"Hmm... Aries?"
"No... Libra." Diana rolled her eyes again.
"Hmm... Strange. You don't have near the politeness of a Libra," Trelawney said. Diana looked furious. "You see class, you can learn a lot about a person from Astrology. You can predict the future, and..." she stopped, noticing the class was laughing. She turned around and saw Diana mimicking her. Diana hadn't noticed that she was watching her. "Miss Snape?" Trelawney glared.
Diana noticed she was watching. She stopped and tried to play it off. "Yes," she said, innocently.
"Now Miss Snape, what is one trait that you hold the most as a Libra?"
Diana looked around the room. "I'm indecisive... I think." She looked at Harry. "What do you think?" The class laughed.
"Funny, Miss Snape. Now let's look at the charts," Trelawney got out a huge chat of star signs. She stared for a while. "Hmm... ah... I see." Diana gave a look of disgust..
"Um... Excuse me..." Diana said, softly.
"You're going to be betrayed by someone you love," Professor Trelawney said.
"Right..." Diana sighed. "Who exactly will betray me?"
"That I cannot see," Trelawney said, softly.
"Isn't that what Divinators are good for?!" Diana screamed. Everyone in class laughed.
"Not exactly..."
"Then what? Wait, you're not a Divinator, you can't even figure out my star sign!" Diana yelled, grabbing her stuff. "I'll make a prediction... you are a Pisces, 'cause you're so dense!" Diana stomped out of class.
"Go Diana! I'm with her," Ron said, pulling Harry out of the class with him.
They ran down the hallway after Diana. "Diana, wait!"Ron yelled.
"What?!" Diana stopped and yelled. Her face was red with anger.
"Hold on! Man, I can't believe you did that!" Ron smiled.
"What? Hermione did it in 3rd year," Harry mentioned.
"I can't stand that woman! This is the last year I take her class! I can't stand her! She doesn't even know what she's talking about!" Diana rambled until they got to the common room. They followed her up to her room, still listening to her complain. "I hate... What's that?" Diana asked, referring to a muggle picture of a woman on her bed.
"A picture," Harry said, in a smart sort of voice.
"I know that!" Diana rolled her eyes. She picked up the picture. Under it was a note.
"What does it say?" Ron asked.
"'This will give you a hint about your family.' That was weird." Diana looked around the room with a confused look.
"Maybe you should ask your uncle," Ron suggested.
"That would be a good idea," Diana laughed.
"Oh yeah, all me!" Ron danced.
Harry and Diana laughed at him, as the bell rang. "Well, better go to class," Harry said.
"Yeah," Diana said, putting the picture into her bag. Harry had never noticed it before, but her bag had a strawberry and a banana stitched on the front. "Let's go," Diana sighed.
They walked to their next class, which happened to be Herbology. They met up with Hermione just outside the class, and told her all about what happened.
"Weird..." Hermione said, sitting down.
"Yeah," Diana said.
Nothing else was said through the class; they mostly took notes. After class ended they began to walk to their next class.
"So Diana, you plan to go show your uncle right?" Hermione asked.
"Right," Diana said, walking into Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Well now's the right time," Ron smiled. They pushed her up to her uncle's desk.
"Uncle Severus?" she said nervously, looking back at the friends that had abandoned her.
"Yes, Diana?" Snape drew her attention back to him.
"Um..." She dug into her bag, and pulled out the picture. "Who's this?" She handed the picture to him.
He stared at it in shock, "Who gave this to you?"
"It was laying on my bad with a note. It seemed a little weird, because the note didn't have a name on it," Diana explained. "What does she have to do with our family?"
"She doesn't have anything to do with our family! Now, go sit down!" he said angrily.
She sat down her usual seat next to Harry. "He knows something about that picture that he's not telling me. But what?" Diana thought out loud.
"What did he say?" they all asked at once.
"That she has nothing to do with our family." Diana rolled her eyes. "I know he's lying to me, and I fully intend to figure it out."
"How do you plan on doing that?" Ron asked.
Diana smiled. "You'll see."
***
"We're going to get in trouble for this," Hermione informed them as they walked into Snape's office.
"No, we're not. If he comes in I'll just say we're looking for potions books. No prob," Diana smiled.
"I'm worried," Ron rolled his eyes.
"It's great that you all have confidence in me," Diana smirked, as she opened one of her uncle's drawers. "Here we go," she said, pulling out a large black book.
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"It's a photo album," she smiled. "This should have some interesting pictures." She sat on the floor, they sat by her.
"Like... baby pictures of you?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but it also has pictures of my whole family."
They began to look though the album. "Aw..." Hermione squealed, looking at a baby picture of Diana.
"Let's skip these..." Diana skipped a few pages. "Here they are!"
"Family photos?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, that's the most recent one," she pointed. It had a her parents, her uncle and her. She continued to turn the pages of more family photos. "That is a picture of my brother Charles and I. Then, there's one of my brother William and I. This was taken just before he died." She sighed.
"There all muggle, why?" Hermione asked.
"My mom was muggle born, she preferred muggle photos. Plus, my family loves muggle photos. We don't like photos to move," Diana laughed.
"Why was your mom a Death Eater if she was muggle?" Harry asked.
"Voldemort used my mom to get connections to the muggle world. And really, my mom didn't object to being a Death Eater. I guess the muggle world treated her like crap," Diana sighed, and kept looking though the pictures. "There!" She pointed.
"That's her?" Hermione stared. "It doesn't look anything like the... oh... now I see."
"That's weird," Diana said. She looked around the room in thought.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"That's a picture of my Grandparents with her in it. She looks younger than them." Diana scratched her head. "Well, we better go." She put the album back into the drawer, and they left.
They walked down the hallway talking about the picture. They walked into
the common room still talking about the picture. Then Ron stopped dead in this tracks. "What?" Hermione asked.
He pointed to a corner where Ginny and Neville were making out. "What are THEY DOING!?" He said, gradually getting louder. Neville and Ginny both jumped.
"Um... I can explain..." Ginny said, nervously.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Ron stomped off.
"I'm going to go try to calm him down," Harry said, to Diana.
"That sounds like a good idea," Diana kissed him, and he went upstairs.
Diana and Hermione looked at each other and then at Ginny.
"That wasn't too good," Hermione said.
"No, it wasn't," Ginny sighed.
"Um... I'm going to go to bed," Neville said.
"Night." Ginny kissed him, and he left.
They both sat next to her. "Are you going to be okay?" Diana asked.
"I don't know," Ginny said.
"He overreacted," Hermione nodded.
"Right," Diana agreed.
"I just wish he'd let me grow up," Ginny sighed.
"I know how that feels. My older brother did it to me, and then there's my uncle. It's hard," Diana sighed.
"Maybe you should talk to Ron about it," Hermione suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea," Diana smiled.
"I can try," Ginny sighed. "I'm going to go think. Night!"
"Night!" Hermione and Diana both said.
"He overreacted," Hermione sighed.
"He did..." Diana agreed.
"I hope Harry's making progress," Hermione thought out loud.
"Well, If he doesn't make progress, I don't know who could," Diana rolled her eyes. "I could deck him for doing that to her!"
***
"I can't believe she would do such a thing! First of all, why didn't she tell me? Grr!" Ron complained. They had been listening to him complain all morning.
"I don't know," Harry said. He refused to tell him that he had known about them.
Ginny walked over to Ron. "Ron..."
"I don't want to hear it!" Ron yelled. Ginny left in tears.
"Maybe you should have listened to her!" Diana yelled at him. Hermione and Harry stared.
"You have no right to talk, Diana! You just came here! You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron yelled. Hermione and Harry's eyes both got big. They expected Diana to blow up, but they didn't expect what she was about to do.
Diana breathed out in anger. "Well then, if you don't want me here... let's just forget we were ever friends," she said, calmly.
"Diana... I didn't..." Ron began.
Diana stood up. "Just shut up, Ron, and listen to yourself!" Diana walked off.
Harry yelled, "Diana!" He stared. "Come back..."
Hermione looked at Ron with anger and frustration. "That was cold, Ron. Really cold..." Hermione sighed.
"I didn't mean it that way..."
"But she took it that way, Ron. You don't understand. Her parents were both murdered, she narrowly escaped death herself, she was stripped away of everything she has ever known, and she finally thinks she has found friends and you do that to her. I'll forgive you, because you're my friend. But you better hope that she forgives you," Hermione said, getting out her book with frustration.
***
They walked into Potions class and sat in their usual seats. They looked around the class room for Diana, but she wasn't there.
"Where is she?" Hermione asked.
"She wasn't in any of her classes today," Harry said.
"I'm going to apologize to her," Ron said.
"That's a good idea," Hermione said angrily.
At that moment Diana walked into the class room. "Diana!" They all yelled. She turned and looked at them. She frowned them, and walked to find a seat.
"Diana, why don't you come sit next to me!" Draco yelled, pushing Pansy out of her seat. Diana smiled and walked over to sit next to him.
"Diana," Harry said. Diana turned around and stared at him. Her eyes filled with tears. "I love you," he whispered, as she sat down next to Draco.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't want any of this to happen," Ron sighed.
"Don't be saying sorry to me, say sorry to Diana. You hurt her, not me," Harry said.
"Maybe I should go talk to her first, to help calm her down," Hermione smiled. "It'll be okay, Harry. I'm sure Diana doesn't hate you, or even want break up with you." Hermione got up and walked over to Diana. "Diana."
"Hmm..." Diana said, turning around.
"Diana, Ron is really sorry..." Hermione began.
"Well, if he wants to apologize, tell him to come to me and do it. Don't send a messenger," Diana said, angrily.
"I wasn't going to apologize for him. In fact, I wouldn't. What he said was mean, and I could never apologize for if he asked me. But you're hurting Harry, and me. Come sit with us...please."
Diana looked back at Harry, who looked rather depressed. She thought for a moment and decided, "Fine, but this doesn't mean I'm going to forgive Ron."
"I wouldn't either..." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Men... Enough said."
"I totally agree." Diana grabbed her stuff and walked over to sit by Harry.
"You decided to come over?" Harry asked.
"Yeah..." Diana smiled. She put her head on his shoulder.
"If Ron apologizes, would you forgive him?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around her.
"I don't know," Diana sighed, just as the bell rang.
Sirius walked in, and began to write the daily assignment on the board. When he was finished, he turned around and gave instructions, "I want you guys to work in groups of threes. All right, get started."
Diana looked at them and sighed. "I think Neville could use some help," Diana said.
"No Diana, you three work together. I'll go help Neville," Hermione said.
"No! I want to help Neville!" Diana got up and began to grab her stuff.
"Diana, sit down!" Ron yelled. Everyone in class turned around.
"I'm not going to listen to you!" Diana yelled back.
"I'm sorry, Diana!" Ron yelled.
"Right..." Diana rolled her eyes.
"I am..." Ron sighed.
Diana looked around the room. Everyone was staring.
"Show's over!" Diana yelled. She looked over at Ron, "Fine... I forgive you..." Diana sat down. She crossed her arms in anger.
Now, Diana and Ron hold some personality traits that are a lot alike. Like, they're both touchy and hot headed. They can also hold a grudge, if they feel like it... But unlike Ron, Diana can be pissed off at you one minute, then fine with you the next. So needless to say, by dinner, Ron and Diana were good friends again.(*rolls eyes*)
*** A couple of weeks later***
"Everyone's tired, Harry," Diana moaned. "It's nine o'clock at night. Can we go yet?"
"No! We have the Quidditch Cup against the Slytherins...Saturday! We have to practice!" Harry yelled at the team.
"But we were up at five o'clock this morning to practice, then we started evening practice right after dinner. I need to study for finals!" Ginny put her head on Diana's shoulder.
"And must I remind you, we've been doing this for two weeks. You're going to wear us out before the game!" Diana yelled.
"We'll be okay, I know we will," Harry encouraged.
"Yeah, our captain said that during the championship my first year at Salem. We won of course, but at the same time our Seeker fell of his broom and died," Diana said.
"Thank you Miss Snape..." Harry said sarcastically.
"Well, it's true..." Diana rolled her eyes.
"Fine, everyone may leave," Harry said.
"Thank God!" Colin yelled.
Harry walked off looking pissed . "Harry!" Diana yelled. Ron and Diana ran after him. Diana managed to stop him. "What's wrong, Harry?" Diana asked. Ron caught up with the two.
"We have to practice, the game's in two days!" Harry complained.
Diana began to massage Harry's shoulders. "Don't worry, we're going to win. We have one of the best teams I've ever seen."
"I'm not worried," Harry said, angrily.
"You're worried," Diana and Ron chimed in together. She was still massaging his shoulders.
"I'm not worried... Wow, that feels good!" Harry stopped with a smile, enjoying the massage.
"Well, you seemed tense," Diana stopped and walked off.
"Hey! Why did you stop?!" Harry asked. Ron rolled his eyes and continued to walk into the castle.
Diana turned and walked back playfully. "Let's go."
"But I'm still tense..." Harry moaned walking with Diana.
Diana gave him a fake sympathetic look. "I'm so sorry."
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked at her with puppy eyes. "Diana..." he moaned.
She tried to run away, but he wouldn't let her. " Don't look at me like that!" Diana said, looking away. He grabbed her face and made her look at him. He gave her his best puppy eyes. She couldn't help but say yes to his glistening, green eyes.
"Diana..." Harry smiled at her longingly.
"Not the smile..." Diana moaned. She tried to resist his smile. His smile always got to her.
"Diana..." Harry smiled, then kissed her gently.
"Fine, when we get back to the common room," Diana gave in. Harry smiled with satisfaction.
***
Later that night Harry walked down the stairs to find Diana in a soft, squishy chair, reading. He watched as she twirled the strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail as she read. She hadn't even noticed that he was standing on the last step watching her.
"Interesting book?" Harry asked, walking over to sit next to her.
"Transfiguration." Diana looked up. She scooted over as he sat next to her.
"Why are you studying at one in the morning? We have practice in four hours," Harry reminded her.
"I'm worried about finals," Diana sighed. "Why are you up?"She put her head on Harry's chest.
"Couldn't sleep." He ran his hands through her hair. "You shouldn't worry so much about finals. You'll pass, no problem."
Diana put down her book and shut her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed the top of her head. She felt so comfortable like that. She wanted to fall asleep, but she had to study. Diana picked up her book and began to read. "Have you studied, Harry?" Diana asked.
"Yeah, not as much as you or Hermione, though." Harry rubbed her stomach. She smiled.
Diana put down her book, sat up, and looked into Harry's eyes. He kissed her softly on the lips. He slid his cheek by hers. "I love you," He whispered into her ear. His lips brushed her ear. It sent chills down her back. He began to kiss her cheek, slowly moving over toward her lips. He stopped at her lips and looked into her eyes. She stared at him in shock. He had never done anything like that to her before.
"Where... Wh...um..." Diana was still shock. She felt so stupid being speechless.
Harry laughed and kissed her. Diana then put her head back on his chest.
"Diana, how about we meet out by the lake tomorrow night? So we can stargaze again." Harry rubbed her back.
"All right," Diana said, closing her eyes. She was beginning to get tired. "We should go get some sleep."
"Yeah..." Harry sighed. He didn't want Diana to leave.
Diana got up. Harry didn't want her to. "You coming?" Diana asked.
"Yeah." Harry stood up. "Good night." Harry kissed her.
"Night." She began to walk upstairs.
"Diana!" He called after her.
"Hmm..." She turned around. He walked over and pulled her closer to him. He closed his eyes and began to kiss her. She put her arms around his neck, as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth. Her heart began to beat faster, and faster. Never in her life had he or any other guy kissed her like that. She felt her body go weak, and she couldn't breathe. Then he pulled away and stared at her. "I never have... wow..." Diana sighed. She noticed that she had a dopey grin on her face. Then, she noticed he had one too.
"Well... night, Diana." Harry kissed her forehead. Then he walked upstairs to his dorm, leaving Diana in the common room.
Diana stood in that same spot for what seemed like hours, but it had only been seconds. "I hope my breath was okay," Diana thought out loud.
"Your breath was great!" Harry yelled from the staircase. Diana laughed and walked upstairs to bed.
***
Hermione woke up the next morning to see Diana laying in her bed. She was twirling her long blonde hair, in her sleep, with a huge smile on her face. She looked at her watch... it was 4:55. That meant any minute now Harry and Ron would be running though the door to wake her up for quidditch practice.
Hermione laid back for only a minute before the she heard the door open. She sat up and saw Harry peek his head into the room.
"Is she still asleep?" Harry whispered.
"Yes... Why wouldn't she be?" Hermione asked, snickering. Harry walked over to Diana's bed, and sat on the edge. "Where's Ron?"
"He went to go grab food," Harry said, brushing the hair out of Diana's face. "Diana..." He whispered into her eye. "Wake up..." He kissed her forehead. Hermione watched with a smile.
Diana opened her eyes and gave Harry a glare. Then she put a pillow over her face. "Got away!" Diana said. Harry and Hermione laughed, cause she was so muffled that she sounded like she said, 'go eat hay.'
"I know you hate when I come to wake you up, but we have practice." Harry pulled the pillow off her face.
"I'm getting up!" Diana said, angrily. She sat up and glared at Harry. "You should be shot at the stake for getting us up at 5 in the morning."
"Well, I love you too," Harry pretended to be offended. Diana got up out of bed and forced Harry out of the room so she could change.
"Well, see you in class, Hermione," Diana said, walking out the door. Harry was waiting for her in the common room. "Nervous about the game tomorrow?"
"Just a little," Harry sighed, as they proceeded to walk to the Quidditch pitch.
When they walked outside, the team was standing at the door waiting for them. "Why aren't you guys practicing?" Harry asked.
"Slytherins are practicing!" Ron said, angrily.
"Well, that's great... back to bed!" Diana said, happily. She began to walk inside, but Harry stopped her.
"No! We have to practice!" Harry yanked her back out the door.
"But they have the field," Diana said. "We can have the field tonight."
"No... we're going to have it this morning!" Harry yelled at her.
Diana put her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "We can have the field tonight." Diana gave him the look. (The one that means don't disagree with me, or there'll be trouble.) "They have as much right to that field as we do. We shouldn't hog that privilege. We can have the field tonight." She turned around and left.
"Food!" Ron ran after her.
Harry shook his head and followed.
***
Diana had been sitting by the lake waiting for a half an hour.
"He wouldn't stand me up, would he?" Diana wondered out loud. "Of course he wouldn't. He probably just caught up. That's it."
She waited for another half an hour. The temperature was starting to drop, and so was her patience. "He's not coming..." Diana sighed.
She began to walk inside feeling rejected. She couldn't believe she had just been stood up by her own boyfriend!
"How wrong is that?" Diana thought out loud. She opened the doors to Hogwarts.
As she walked up to the tower, she wondered what had kept him. He didn't have detention. "Well, whatever it is, must be good." She continued to walk.
Diana walked into the Gryffindor common room. And, to her surprise, Harry was sitting at his usual seat--playing chess with Ron.
Diana walked right over to the two, her face red with anger.
"Were you supposed to be anywhere tonight?" Diana asked Harry.
"Umm... no." Harry moved a chess piece.
"You sure? No one you had to meet up with?" Diana got even redder. Harry looked up at her in thought. Then it fell on him like a ton of bricks.
"Oh my God, Diana, I'm sorry."
"Oh... Is that what you would say if you forgot your wedding, 'cause you were playing chess with Ron?!" Diana yelled.
"I think one of us would remember that," Ron laughed.
"Shut up Ron!" Diana yelled. She then focused back on Harry. "You're such an asshole, Harry!"
"Look!" He stood up. He seemed to tower over Diana's 5'5. "I said I was sorry!" Diana's eyes got cold and Snapeish. "Don't look at me like that!"
"I can look at you any way I please!" Diana screamed in his face.
"Harry, do you think we should finish this game of chess later?" Ron asked. They both turned and glared at him. "What? It was a reasonable question... I think." Ron looked uncomfortable.
"I said I was sorry! What do you want me to do about it?" Harry yelled, ignoring Ron.
"Look, you slime-eating, flea-infested, duck-footed flobberworm--"
"What?!" Ron asked.
"Shut up!" Diana screamed. "Look, you pea-brained, four-eyed, web-footed, scar-faced, dickless howler monkey! It's good to know you love chess pieces over your own girlfriend!"
"That's not true! I have a dick..."
"That's standing up for you manhood, Harry," Ron responded.
"Well, you may have a dick, but you certainly have no balls!" Diana yelled. "So, the next time you decide to be Ron's chess whore, inform me before I go stand out waiting for you! I might add, for an hour!" Diana stomped off.
"Well, I have never been more offended in my life. How about you Harry?" Ron said.
"Ron, you're a pansy!" Harry yelled.
"Well, she called me a chess pimp." Ron looked offended.
Ginny walked by with Neville following behind her,."Ron, you are a chess pimp."
"And Harry, you are his chess whore," Neville added.
Harry sat down in his chair and stared. "That was our first fight, ever. I mean one of us has gotten mad at each other, but we have never fought."
"Well, believe me that's not your last fight together," Ron moved a chess piece. "Checkmate!" Harry looked at the board and sighed. Ron looked at Harry with sympathy. "Look, she'll get over it. It's not like this fight is going to cause you two to break up. She loves you too much." Ron smiled. "Wait until tomorrow morning 'til she cools down, and apologize. She'll forgive you."
Harry sighed. "Let's get to bed. We have a game tomorrow."
***
Diana walked into her dorm in tears.
"Diana, what happened?" Hermione ran over and hugged her.
"Harry and I just got into our first fight," Diana cried.
"About what?" Hermione and Diana sat on Diana's bed.
"We were supposed to meet by the lake, and he stood me up. I found him playing chess with Ron. He apologized and I yelled. He yelled back, I called him names, and left. I was horrible!" Diana buried her face into her hands.
"Oh Diana... I'm so sorry," Hermione comforted her.
"I hate men!" Diana yelled.
"Well, your uncle would be relieved to hear that," Hermione said, which managed to make Diana laugh.
"But what if he hates me forever for what I said?" Diana once again buried her face into her hands.
"He wouldn't hate you forever. He loves you too much to let a stupid fight let you get away from him. He'll probably come to his senses, and will apologize tomorrow before the game," Hermione smiled.
"You think?" Diana looked up at Hermione. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Yeah..." Hermione said. Diana hugged her. " Let's get to bed. You have a quidditch game tomorrow."
***
The next morning Harry looked all over for Diana, but couldn't find her. After breakfast, he checked her room, but he didn't find her. He did find Hermione though.
"Where's Diana?" Harry asked, walking into the room.
"Her uncle wanted to talk to her about something," Hermione said. "Doesn't the game start in 15 minutes?"
"Yeah..." Harry began.
"Better go!" Hermione interrupted. Harry began to leave. "Oh, and good luck!"
"Thanks, Hermione!" Harry yelled running out the door.
***
He ran into the locker room just in time for his pre-game pep talk.
"Where's Diana?" Ron asked, as Harry ran in.
"She's not here?" Harry's eyes got wide.
"Um... No!" Dean yelled.
With that Diana ran into the locker room. "I'm here," Diana said.
"I was getting worried!" Harry said nervously.
"I figured I would forget, so Hermione could get another moment of glory," Diana smiled, sitting down.
"Um..." Harry looked around the at everyone. "Let's just win this one... Let's go!"
"Wow! I'm so pepped up..." Ron laughed. Harry glared. "I'll shut up now."
They began to walk out the door. "Diana!" Harry called after her. She stopped and stared.
"Hmm..." Diana said.
"Let's go you two!" Ron yelled. They ran out onto the field.
The Slytherin team was already out on the field. The crowd was pepped. "Mount your brooms!" Madam Hooch yelled. They all mounted their brooms. Then, she blew her whistle, and the game began.
"Weasley has the quaffle first! She passes it to Thomas, who passes to Snape. And she scores!" The commentator yelled.
Harry listened to the commentator, as he flew around looking for the Snitch.
"Nice save by Weasley! Snape has the ball, she passes to Weasley. Weasley scores!" Harry looked, and smiled.
Harry zoomed around looking for the Snitch, Draco following behind him. He looked down and saw Diana with the quaffle.
"Go Diana!" he yelled.
Suddenly, he saw the Snitch fluttering around close to the ground. He dived down to get it, Draco right next to him. Everyone stopped to watch.
They were getting closer and closer to the ground, and they weren't pulling up.
"Pull up Harry!" Diana screamed. He didn't--he could almost touch the Snitch! He reached out, and grabbed it.
The crowd went wild. The Gryffindor team all landed. Ginny and Diana were dancing around, cheering. Ron ran over to Harry. "Great catch!" Ron yelled.
"Thanks," Harry smiled.
"Party in the common room!" Dean yelled.
"Let's go, Harry," Ron said.
"Let's go find Diana and Hermione first," Harry said.
"Too late, Diana and Ginny already went to the party." Hermione informed them.
"Let's go then."
***
Diana sat in her room listening to the party downstairs. She hadn't changed out of her robes yet. She was just sitting there, thinking about the fight.
"Diana..." Ginny walked in.
"Yeah?" Diana lost her train of thought.
"You coming?"
"Yeah," Diana smiled.
"Well, get changed. Everyone's waiting for you!" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Tell them I'm coming," Diana smiled. Ginny smiled and left.
Diana sat for a moment, then changed. She wore a white tank with bell bottoms. She walked over to her mirror, and began to brush her hair.
She looked into the mirror at her reflection. Then, after a moment of looking at herself, she noticed something weird. Her window was open.
She put down her brush and turned around to close it. But to her surprise, a red-haired man was standing right behind her. She screamed.
***
"Where is she?" Harry asked.
"Changing," Ginny said.
"Girls..." Ron rolled his eyes.
"Stop!" Harry looked around. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Hermione asked.
"That scream!" Harry stared at the stairs leading to the girls dorms.
"No..." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Diana!" Harry ran. They followed.
Harry opened the door to Diana's room and saw blood everywhere. "Oh my God!" Hermione screamed, stopping behind Harry.
Harry walked over and looked out the open window. Ron and Ginny stopped at the door.
"What happened?" Ron asked
"I don't know!" Harry yelled.
"Look!" Hermione picked up a note off of Diana's bed. "It's for you." She handed it to Harry.
He opened it and began to read it aloud. "'If you want Diana to live, meet me at the location on the back of this note at 1:00 pm. SCARP!'"
"That's in 15 minutes!" Hermione looked at her watch.
"Ron, Hermione... Get Snape and Sirius. Ginny, get Dumbledore. I have to go save Diana."
"It's too dangerous by yourself!" Hermione said.
"I have to go. I have to go save her," Harry sighed.
A/n: Alright this Chapter was really long, 33 pages long to be exact. That's not a typical Diana Chapter. I also re posted chapters 1,2, 3 and 4. Anyway, dedication... I'd like to dedicate this chapter to a Strawberry and a Banana.