Disclaimer: As always, those characters we've all grown to love – they're not mine (sadly…)
Author's Note: Hi All! I again would like to thank you all for the extremely positive reviews! I honestly am so glad that people like this story. And yes, I am aware that most of you are a bit frustrated that I keep doing that whole bit of the two being right there, but not realizing that they are there. Did that make sense? Blech…sometimes I can't write anything coherent_ Anyhow, here's the fifth installment of my little story. I hope you will all like it. It's a really important part of the story because…something happens that will lead to something…haha…I can't really say anything else…Alright, I'll stop pulling your strings here. Well, I hope you like this chapter and please, don't forget to review!
Chapter Five: Serendipitous Events…
Lily Evans sat at the end of the Ravenclaw house table, gingerly nibbling on a piece of bacon, a bowl of warm porridge in front of her. Every now and then, the girl would look up at the entrance to the Great Hall, her beautiful auburn hair gently gleaming as it caught a small amount of light, expecting to see her friends enter the great room for breakfast. I hope they get here soon, thought the auburn-haired prefect, taking a sip of her milk. Class starts in about an hour or so…
As though reading her mind, Lily's friends entered the Great Hall, talking animatedly about some subject Lily couldn't hear. "It's about time you girls got here," greeted Lily, giving her friends a sweet smile. "I thought I was going to have to run up to the dormitories and shake you two awake!"
"You know you wouldn't have had to do that, Lily," said Arabella, taking a seat across the girl. "Agatha here barged into our dormitory so loudly, I thought the common room was on fire!"
The Ravenclaw first year smiled sheepishly, tucking a lock of black hair behind her ear. "Sorry about that…it's just that, today's the Quidditch exhibition match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. I'm just really excited to see my brother play!"
Diana gave the girl a shocked look. "Wait, you're not going to support our team?" asked the girl, spreading a generous amount of marmalade on her toast. "Aggie! You're a Ravenclaw – you have to cheer for our team!"
"Oh of course I'll support the team, Diana," replied the girl, taking a bite of her toast. "I'm just excited because I've never seen him play in an actual match against another team before. If we win, then I'd be proud since I'm a Ravenclaw; if they win, then I'd be proud since my brother would be the reason for the win: he's an excellent Seeker!"
"Say Aggie, who's your brother anyway?" asked Lily, a mask of curiosity spreading across her face. "You always seem to talk about him, but I've never gotten the chance to meet him."
Diana and Arabella exchanged nervous glances. Both girls knew about Lily's little infatuation over a boy whose description was a perfect match of James Potter's features and both agreed that neither would tell Lily about it – they didn't want her to get excited over someone they thought matched her mystery man. Thinking fast, Arabella took a hold of Agatha's forearm, prompting the young lady to turn her attention to the 6th year. "Aggie, could you pass me the marmalade please?"
"So Lily," began Diana, taking this opportunity to steer Lily's curious gaze away from the young girl. "Will you be able to make it to today's match? I'm sure it will be fun…"
Lily looked at her friend apologetically. "I don't think I'll be able to make it, Di," Lily replied. "I received a note from Dumbledore yesterday, telling me that he wants to meet me today during the match."
"What?! Then how will you get to watch!" asked Agatha incredulously. "Besides, you can meet my brother after the match! He's pretty good-looking, you know…you two would make a cute couple!"
Lily looked at the girl with an amused glint in her eyes. "I've never gone to a single Quidditch match, Aggie," said the girl kindly. "And as for your brother and I making a cute couple, I'm sure he'd make a much better pair with someone else."
"Alright…if you say so," shrugged the girl, continuing on with her breakfast. Slowly, the rest of the Hogwarts students filed inside the room, proceeding to their respective tables and eating their breakfast. It seemed almost everyone in the room was excited at the Quidditch Exhibition match to be held later on in the day – boys here and there were making predictions as to who will win and girls here and there were swooning at the skills of the men in both teams.
Looking at her watch, Lily slowly got up from her seat, looking at her friends with both an apologetic and panicked look on her face. "I'll be right back – I left my History of Magic Essay on my bed! Professor Binns will get mad if I don't hand that in on time!" The three girls watched as their friend ran out of the Great Hall, giving Euan Oldham a brief "hello!" and "good luck!" before turning left from the entrance, running back to the Ravenclaw common room.
"What's up with Lily?" asked the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, nodding a good morning to the three girls and taking the seat vacated by the prefect. "She seems to be in a hurry…"
"She forgot her History of Magic essay," replied Agatha, taking a swig from her goblet. Quickly, the young girl set her goblet with a bang, standing up from her seat and waving her hands in the air. "James! James over here!"
Euan and the two girls (along with a few other students) turned their gaze towards the entrance to the Great Hall, where Sirius and James (along with Remus and a still sleepy Peter) sauntered in just seconds after Lily had exited the same entryway. James nodded at his friends, telling them to save him a seat, and walked towards the Ravenclaw table, returning his sister's wave. "Hey Aggie! It's a little too early to be energetic, I think," greeted James with a chuckle. "Save some of that for later, alright?"
"I will, I will…say, are you ready to get beaten James?"
"Haha…I don't know, Aggie…we'll see if Euan here will do a great job of getting some goals in before I catch the snitch," replied James, nodding a friendly hello to the boy. "He's a great chaser, this one – pity he's not on our team, really."
The two boys shared a laugh. "Well then, I better go eat something. Wouldn't want to play with an empty stomach and all," said James with a grin. He waved goodbye to the two girls and gave his little sister a small peck on the forehead. "Alright then Euan, see you on the field and good luck!"
"Same to you, Potter!"
~~*~~~*~~
Professor Binns droned on and on about the role of gnomes during the goblin and troll rebellion, emphasizing the apparently amazing technique gnomes used in digging trenches used for relaying information between battles. Lily, having read the lesson prior to class, decided to let her mind wander, doodling little gnomes on her parchment. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the bell rang – prompting students to sigh in relief and file out of the professor's room.
Following suit, Lily gathered her things and placed them in her bag, bidding her professor a nice day as she walked out of the room.
"So Lily, is there any chance for you to atleast join us for the match? Euan will need our support," said Arabella, striding next to her friend.
"Sorry you two, but I really can't blow Dumbledore off over some Quidditch match. Besides, there will be more later on in the year," said Lily, logically. "Well then, I better go. Give Euan my regards."
The two girls watched as their turned a corner, disappearing from view. "Bella, what are you doing?! I thought we agreed that she shouldn't see James Potter?" asked Diana, pulling her friend aside once the auburn-haired girl was out of earshot. "I really don't want her to get her hopes up…"
"Don't worry about it…she wouldn't have been able to see him anyway," said the girl, brushing off her friend's comment. "They fly way above in the air – extremely difficult to see, right?"
"What? The students are on suspended stands, Bella! Of course she'll be able to see!"
"Oh yeah…well then, aren't you glad she didn't agree to come then?"
Diana shook her head in amusement, scoffing at her friend. "I guess I am…well, let's go find Agatha then – I wouldn't want to run out of seats…"
~~*~~~*~~
James adjusted his Quidditch robes, nervousness absent from his voice as he began to give out his somewhat motivational speech. "Alright team – this is just an exhibition match, but I would still like you all to treat this match as an actual match. Let's show these folks why we've had the Quidditch cup for the past four years."
Nodding at his now pumped-up teammates, James grabbed his broom and marched out of the locker room. "Let's give them a great show."
Following his captain and best friend, Sirius jogged to a stride next to James, who had his serious game face on. "Damn Prongs, how the hell can you be so serious about this game?" asked Sirius, a small smirk playing at his lips. "I thought you knew this match is all for fun?"
James shrugged, emerging out onto the Quidditch field, being welcomed by a loud roar from the fans on the stands. "I always take a Quidditch match seriously, Padfoot. Now then, give them hell!"
As the Ravenclaw team entered the field, an equally loud cheer welcoming them, the two captains nodded to each other, giving each other a firm handshake.
"Mount your brooms!"
Fourteen figures rose to the air – eliciting loud cheers from the crowd – half of which wore blue robes and the other scarlet.
Steering clear from all the action, James flew a few feet above the other players, scanning the air for the familiar golden blur that is the snitch but at the same time, listening closely to the commentator down below ("And Oldham takes the quaffle! My, oh my, this boy can fly!"). Occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of the Ravenclaw seeker tailing him, but with his superb flying skills, the Gryffindor captain easily lost her.
Where are you…where are you…where are you…chanted the boy in his mind, his eyes darting back and forth as he flew around the Quidditch pitch, quickly looking down as Euan scored for his team ("And that's ten points for Ravenclaw! Gryffindor up by thirty.") Suddenly, out of nowhere, a blur of black whizzed past James, lightly cutting his cheek.
What the hell was that?! Thought James, turning to look, blood slowly dripping from his cut. His eyes widened when he saw a bludger speeding his way, intent on knocking him off his broom. Fortunately, Sirius got there in time, belting the black ball out of the way. "Hurry up and find the snitch, Prongs! I'm getting hungry," said Sirius, flying away from his friend. James nodded and flew off, eyes still darting back and forth, looking for the snitch ("Excellent work there by Gryffindor chaser, Johnson – puts his team in the lead by a margin of fifty points). A smile of triumph spread across James' face as he saw the familiar golden glint of victory. He leaned down on his broom, prompting it to go faster. It's about time, James, he thought to himself as he got closer to the snitch, which was hovering a good twelve feet above the Hufflepuff stands.
With his brows scrunched in concentration, the boy extended his arm, ready to close his hands on victory. Unfortunately, however, James did not notice a bludger approach him from his side with great velocity. As he slowly grasped the golden snitch in his hands, the black ball ran straight into his outstretched arm, bringing out a loud scream from the boy. "Bloody Fuck!" yelled James, plummeting to the grass, his arms clutched in pain, the snitch flying away from his grasp.
Sirius flew to his friend, a concerned look on his face, as Madame Hooch blew the whistle to stop the game. The other players from both teams landed next to the injured boy, the game forgotten, all with worried faces.
"James! James, I'm so sorry," began Sirius, his eyes filled with guilt. "I was aiming for Euan, not you! I don't know what went wrong!"
Groaning in pain, James tried to sit up, only to find it difficult. "Come on then boys and girls, stay clear out of Potter's way," said Madame Hooch, urgency in her voice. "I've conjured up a stretcher."
Thirteen pairs of concerned eyes looked on, each oblivious to the curious noise by the crowd, who by now knew that something was wrong. A loud gasp from the crowd suddenly broke the air of concern. The same bludger that injured James came pelting back towards the boy, intent on hurting him even more. Euan, who had his back on the bludger – and who just happened to be standing in front of James – suddenly jerked forward, blood slowly dripping on his cheek, falling hard onto the ground as the bludger hit him behind his head. Luckily for James, before the black ball had the chance to hit his face, a familiar voice echoed through the air, freezing the ball an inch away from his nose.
"Madame Hooch and Mr. Black, kindly take Mr. Potter and Mr. Oldham to the hospital wing," said Dumbledore gently, his face a mask of seriousness. "And Miss Fawcett (the Ravenclaw seeker), please find the snitch before it gets away. The rest of you may return to your locker rooms."
Dumbledore watched as the small group convened on the Quidditch field dispersed, the crowd still making protests of concern. He turned to the professors standing behind them. "Please tell your respective houses to return to their towers. And professor Flitwick, call on Agatha Potter – she must be devastated."
Nodding, the charms professor and his colleagues turned to leave, leaving Dumbledore standing on the field, alone. "What an unfortunate accident…" he sighed, glancing at the bludger, which was still suspended in midair.
~~*~~~*~~
Lily sat by the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office, humming lightly to herself. I wonder where Dumbledore is? She thought, twiddling her thumbs as a faint roar echoed from afar. Looks like the match is underway. I hope Dumbledore didn't forget about me!
Sighing, the girl ran a hand through her silky hair, taking out Summoning Charms and More: The Complete List of Magical Charms to Ease Everyday Life and proceeding to finish the last chapter of the book.
"Where is he?" said Lily out loud, turning to the last page of the book after reading for about thirty minutes. "He's never been late to any meetings. I hope everything's alright."
As if to answer her question, Dumbledore suddenly emerged from a corner with a passive look on his face, professors McGonnogal and Flitwick walking alongside the headmaster. Behind the three adults, a petite little girl sniffled, her face a dark shade of red, her eyes filled with tears.
Lily immediately stood up and collected her things, a mask of concern etched on her face as she approached the young girl, completely ignoring the three professors. "Agatha, what's wrong?"
"Why Ms. Evans, what are you doing here?" asked the headmaster, a look of confusion now taking over his features.
"Oh professor, I'm sorry – I just ignored you there. But, what's wrong with Aggie?" asked Lily, smiling at the headmaster in acceptance of his apology. "Did something happen?"
The small man looked at the girl with downcast eyes. "Lily, Ms. Potter's brother was injured during the Quidditch match."
"Oh my goodness, is he alright?" asked Lily, shocked, giving the younger girl a supportive embrace.
"He broke his arm; a stray bludger ran into his arm right when he caught the snitch," replied Professor McGonnogal. "But he's not the only one injured, Ms. Evans. Your Quidditch captain, Euan Oldham, was knocked out by the same bludger."
Lily gasped. "You mean, Euan's out cold?"
"I'm afraid he is, Ms. Evans," said Dumbledore with a small frown. "We think someone had tampered with the bludgers prior to the match. Unfortunately, we have no proof that someone actually did do that. The best thing we can do right now is to wish Mr. Potter and Mr. Oldham a speedy recovery."
A short silence passed, each person in deep thought. The silence was broken, however, when Agatha finally brought out the courage to speak. "Professor Dumbledore, may I please see my brother?"
"Actually Agatha, he's being treated at the moment," replied professor Flitwick. "Lily, why don't you take Ms. Potter back to the common room. I shall inform the both of you when you can visit the two boys at the hospital wing.
Nodding, Lily gently took a hold of the girl's arm, leading her back to Ravenclaw tower.
~~*~~~*~~
Lily and Agatha entered the common room, greeted by their peers with concerned questions and supportive hugs. Diana and Arabella, both looking downcast, approached the two slowly. "I'm sure your brother is doing fine, Agatha. Just be thankful he's not unconscious right now."
Agatha sighed. "I suppose you're right. But poor Euan," she said, looking at Lily. "I don't think he will be able to attend Saturday's Ball, Lily. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. As long as he'll recover, I'm fine with not being able to go to the ball," replied Lily, a kind smile on her face.
The four girls sat in silence, each occupied with their own thoughts. Sighing, Diana took a copy of The Daily Prophet sitting on a coffee table and began to read. Following suit, Lily brandished her own book, eager to forget about the accident and eager to finally finish her book. The two other girls were left to their own thoughts, a spaced out look on their faces. Agatha looks so upset, thought Lily, reading the last sentence of the book. I wish I could do something to cheer her up…
Closing the book shut, Lily, along with the other students in the common room, looked up when Professor Flitwick entered the common room, scanning the many faces for Agatha. "Ah, Ms. Potter," he said, walking towards the four girls. "Madame Pomfrey had approved for you to visit your brother. And the same goes for you, Lily – you may visit Euan anytime you like."
"He's conscious then?" asked Diana, peeling her eyes off the page.
"Not yet, Ms. Watson," replied the professor. "We can only hope for the best. Well then, Agatha, come down to the hospital wing whenever you want to see your brother."
Agatha nodded at the head of Ravenclaw house, who by now has exited the common room.
"Are you going to visit your brother then?" asked Lily, a supportive glint in her eyes.
"Yes, I am. Would you like to come with me?" said the girl.
Lily looked at the first year, biting the bottom of her lip. She wanted to be supportive of the girl, but at the same time, she felt it was only appropriate that Agatha's brother only have visitors who are close to him. "I think it would be best if you came there by yourself, Aggie. Your brother would want to see his brother first, after all – not some random stranger."
Agatha nodded, getting up from her seat. "Well, I better go and freshen up first. Wouldn't want my brother to see how much of a wreck I was," chuckled the girl, her tears now shed.
The three Ravenclaw sixth years watched as Agatha ascended the stairs towards the girls' dormitories, a small smile now playing at her still slightly red face. "I'm glad her brother's fine," said Lily, looking at the book in her hand. "I just wish I could do something to cheer her up even more…"
A small memory suddenly resurfaced within the girl's mind. My brother's been looking all over for that book, thought Lily, recalling her and Agatha's conversation on September 1st. "Diana, give me a page from that, will you?" said Lily, looking at her friend, who was still reading something on the Daily Prophet.
"What?"
"Just give me a page," repeated the prefect, an enthusiastic smile on her lips.
Diana handed her friend a two-page spread from the publication, shooting Arabella a confused look. The two watched as Lily carefully wrapped the book with the spread, a small but satisfied smile spreading across her lips. "Where you going, Lils?" asked Arabella, watching as Lily got up from her seat and proceeded to walk towards the girls' dormitories.
"I'll be right back – I'm going to give Agatha something."
Standing in front of the first year's dormitory, Lily lightly knocked on the door, a smile still etched on her lips. "Come in," came a voice from within. Opening the door, Lily entered the neat room cautiously, waiting for her friend to come out of the bathroom. "Hello Lily. Did you change your mind? Will you be coming with me to visit my brother then?"
"Oh no," replied the girl, shaking her head, her beautiful tresses gently rippling. Lily held out the wrapped book, Agatha staring blankly at the rectangular object. "Here you go."
"What is it?"
"Remember the first day I met you?" began the girl, taking a seat on one of the beds. "I was reading this book and you told me your brother has been looking all over for it. Well, I've finished it, and I thought your brother might like it."
"You don't have to do this, Lily. Honestly, he can find a copy of his own," said Agatha, declining the present. "I'm sure you love this book."
Lily smiled. "Listen Aggie: it's true that I love this book, in more ways than one. But Aggie, I'm sure your brother will be stuck in the hospital wing for a few days, knowing Madame Pomfrey," said the girl. "So please, give this to him – just think of it as my present to him or something. That way, I'd have a reason for him to meet me, right?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now take it."
Sighing, Agatha gently pried the book off Lily's hand, gently running her fingers through the coarse, Daily Prophet paper. "Why did you wrap it with paper from the Daily Prophet?"
A small blush crept across Lily's cheek. "I'm just following someone's suggestion…"
Raising her eyebrows. "Huh?"
"It's really complicated," said Lily, trying to avoid recalling the event.
"Try me."
"The day I bought that book, there were two other people who wanted to buy it. One was an old man, probably around forty or so, and the other was this boy, around my age. The boy and I grabbed the book at the same time, and we kind of argued as to who should get it," said Lily, beaming at the girl as she recalled that fateful day. "When he set the book back onto the table, this old man stood right between us and took it. The boy just told the man that was his book, not giving out any reason."
Agatha watched the older girl intently, surprised that Lily was blushing – not once in the two weeks she had known the Ravenclaw prefect had the first year seen her blush.
Lily laughed. "I saw that he was a bit flustered, not knowing what reason to give the man, so I jumped in and said the boy was my boyfriend and that he was contemplating as to…well, I didn't really know what exactly he was contemplating about, but thankfully, he said that he was mulling over as to whether he should wrap the book with fancy wrapping paper or just a page from the Daily Prophet." A brief pause. "Pretty weird story, I suppose. But yeah – that's where I got the idea of wrapping the book with such simple paper."
Agatha laughed. "You know, it's funny because that seems like something my brother would do – wrap a present with a page from the Daily Prophet. Thank you again, Lily," said the girl, giving the older prefect a hug. She turned to walk out of the room, stopping before completely leaving the room, and turning to face the auburn-haired beauty. "I'll make sure James thanks you for this face to face."
And with that said, Agatha closed the door of the dormitory, leaving Lily sitting on the bed, her eyes slightly wide in shock. Did she just say James?
~~*~~~*~~
James opened his eyes, slightly groaning as his eyes adjusted to the light. Slowly sitting up, he looked around, trying to deduce where he was. The hospital wing? What am I doing here, thought the boy, looking around. Next to his bed, Euan Oldham lay unconscious, a bandage wrapped around his head. Oh yeah…bloody bludger, he though, looking down at his arm. Wincing at the slight pain, James leaned back on his pillows, staring at the ceiling. He stayed this way for fifteen minutes, not even moving when he heard the door slightly open and footsteps quietly approach his bed.
"James, are you alright?"
Finally moving, James looked at his younger sister, a smile of relief spread across her face. "Aggie…"
"I was so worried about you, James. I thought something bad happened to you!" said the girl, trying her best not to sob. "I mean, not that breaking your arm isn't bad. Something worse could have happened." She glanced at the boy next to James. "Poor Euan…"
"Yeah…I wonder what went wrong with those bludgers," said James, casting Euan a sympathizing look.
"Dumbledore thought someone may have hexed them," explained Agatha, taking a seat on a chair next to her brother's bed. Wanting to change the subject, Agatha plastered a cheerful smile on her face, the book Lily had given her clutched on her lap. "So James, has anyone visited you yet, or am I the first?"
"Sirius, Remus and Peter have," replied the boy. "Sirius still feels extremely guilty for hitting the bludger. Now he thinks he's the reason why Euan's lying here unconscious."
"Poor Sirius."
James laughed. "What are you talking about? This is great! I can finally get that git back. Once Euan wakes up, I'm going to tell him to make Sirius feel bad for pelting him with that bludger!"
Agatha looked at her brother, an incredulous expression across her face. "James, that's not very nice…"
"Well Aggie, that's because you weren't set up to go to the ball with some extremely horrible girl," James gently spat. "But I suppose you're right: it does seem wrong to take advantage of Sirius' feelings."
"Speaking of the ball, will you be able to attend? Or is Madame Pomfrey insisting that you stay here?"
"Honestly? I can leave after tonight, but I think I'll stay here until the night of the ball," replied the ball with a smirk. "You have no idea how horrible this girl is – she honestly thinks we're going out!"
Agatha giggled. "I'm sure she's not that bad, James!"
"Ha! That's because you didn't have to go shopping with her! Honestly, she has too much energy, that girl!"
"You know James, you really need a girlfriend. I know someone who's perfect for you – she's incredibly intelligent and incredibly beautiful," said Agatha, nodding her head in approval of the girl. "I'm sure when you meet her, you'd fall for her instantly!"
James scoffed. "Aggie, not you too! Why does everybody insist on setting me up with a girl?"
"Would you rather I set you up with a boy? I think you and Sirius make a pretty good couple…"
"Nah…I think Sirius has a thing for that friend of yours, Diana," replied James with a grin. "Besides all the wonderful boys already have a significant other. Honestly, men are like toilets, Agatha: the good ones are always taken and the rest are full of crap…"
Agatha laughed at her brother's comment loudly. "James! Does that mean you're full of crap too?"
"I don't know, what do you think?"
"Nah James…you're alright. And trust me, any girl who falls for you definitely would not think that you're full of crap."
"You have two minutes left, Ms. Potter."
The girl turned to look at Madame Pomfrey, who was poking hear head through the door, a stern look on her face. "And please try to keep it down – there are other patients in here besides your brother, after all."
Agatha smiled sheepishly at the woman, turning her attention back to her brother. "Oh well, she's already kicking me out, James," she said, sighing. "Really James, you should go to the ball! You never know, this girl might be the perfect one for you…"
"We'll see, Aggie," said James, shaking his head in amusement. He pointed at rectangular package in his sister's hand. "What's that?"
"Oh my goodness, I almost forgot about this!" exclaimed the girl, handing the package to her brother. "It's a small present from one of my friends. She's been wanting to meet you for awhile now, but the two of you have been busy."
James accepted the present, smiling at the paper wrapping the object. "Is this a page from the daily prophet?" he asked, chuckling, gently tearing the coarse paper off the parcel.
Agatha giggled. "Yeah it is."
"Holy crap, I've been looking all over for this book,' exclaimed James, a huge grin spreading across his face, remembering the day he met the girl. "I can't believe this person wrapped it with a spread from the Daily Prophet – that's something I would do!"
"She's an interesting girl, this one," began his sister, heading for the door. "She got the idea from a boy she met at Flourish and Blotts. She said she almost didn't get the chance to buy this book because an old man stepped in and claimed the book as his."
James slowly looked at his sister, his eyes slowly getting wider, his hands slowly setting onto his lap.
"Thankfully both she and the boy were fast thinkers and she said she was the boy's girlfriend and the boy said he was just thinking as to whether or not he should wrap the book with expensive paper or –"
"—with a page from the daily prophet," finished James, the book slipping off his hand.
"Yeah. Well then, once you get out of here, make sure you remind me to introduce you to her," said the girl, stepping out of the door. "She's perfect for you, James!"
"Wait, what's her name?" yelled James, prompting his sister to stop before fully shutting the door.
"What?"
"Her name, Aggie. What's her name?"
"Oh it's Li—"
"Ms. Potter, I think it would be best for you to leave," interrupted Madame Pomfrey, giving the girl a cold glare. "You are disturbing my patients."
Agatha apologized to the woman, giving her brother a cheerful wave, shutting the door with a silent snap.
James stared at the door for a few seconds, his jaw hanging in shock. Oh my God, he thought, gripping the spine of the book. She's at Hogwarts?
Snapping out of his trance, James looked at the book in his hands, slowly turning the hard cover. Flipping through the first few pages, James stopped as he got to the title page, a small grin spreading across his face. "I've found her!" he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the almost empty hospital wing (Euan – the only other person in the room – was still lying next to his bed, unconscious).
"Mr. Potter, another outburst from you and I will be forced to send you back to your dormitory," came Madame Pomfrey's voice. "Now please, calm down!"
"Sorry," apologized James, still smiling. James stared at the title page, the same smile fixed on his face. His eyes lingered on the two words written at the bottom of the page, right below a small paragraph written in the same elegant handwriting:
Agatha's Brother,
I'm sorry if I referred to you as Aggie's brother, but I haven't got a clue what your name is. Anyway, I am so sorry about what happened today, and I wanted to help you out, so I decided to give this book to you – I know you've been looking all over for it. Well then, I hope you feel better soon. Maybe we can meet one of these days. I would really like to be introduced to the one person who has influenced such a sweet girl as Agatha. Well then, have a speedy recovery!
Hope you feel better,
James traced the last two words on the paper, written in scarlet ink. "I've finally found you,"
Lily Evans
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So…how was it? I apologize if the Quidditch part was a bit…bland. I'm not much of an action writer, as you can tell. Originally, I planned on hurting Kathleen, but my mind was just not working, so I decided to drop that idea. I'm a bit disappointed though that I didn't do that, because Kathleen is annoying! Also, some parts, I thought, were a bit boring. Sorry for that too. Well then, I hope you did like the end of this chapter though. I'm sure most of you are cheering right now. Heck, I am too! We'll see what happens next. But, in order for you guys to see what exactly will happen next, you must review. So please, if you have the time, review this little chapter of mine. Well then, thank you so much for reading this chapter. I really appreciate it! God bless you all!
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