Author's Notes- Ok, Disclamer- I own nothing! I own nothing! The wonderful Harry Potter people own everything! Now that that's over with, here's the Summary- Our "heros" are back at Hogwarts for their fourth year. And so on and so forth. Barely anything romantic, but I promise some next time, OK?
Lily's Lake
Chapter 9
"We are finally here. I thought it would take forever," Andrea said as we walked into the Great Hall.
"Anya, come on, let's get our seats," I said, pulling Anya away from where she was standing, obviously looking for the Potter Gang.
We sat down, and waited. The first years were brought in to be sorted, and we waited patiently (well, most of us). Anya was biting her lip, and wouldn't sit still. Netta and I held her shoulders down, to make her stand still.
"Anya, stay still. We will eat soon," I whispered in her ear.
She glared at me, then looked up front. As "Zeblon, Luke" walked away from the Sorting Hat to the Slytherin Table, Anya grinned.
As sure as the sun rising, Dumbledore stood up.
"Ah, welcome back. Another year of magic here, at Hogwarts! I welcome all the first years, and welcome everyone else back. Now, the rules. We want to remind everyone that there is to be no magic in the halls, and that the forrests on the grounds are forbidden to every student. And the Whomping Willow is a very dangerous tree, so please refrain from going near it. So, please, eat up!" Dumbledore cried.
The food appeared, and Anya grinned.
"Finally," she hissed.
We ate a little bit of everything, and Anya ate more than anyone ate the table (well, Sirius tied with her). She always had food in her mouth, and resembled a squirrel. Of course, we couldn't help but laughing.
"Anya, slow down. You're going to choke," I whispered in her ear, grinning at everyone who was staring at her.
"Wait, not yet," Netta said, and quickly took a picture.
"NETTA PREWETT! GIVE ME THAT PICTURE!" Anya cried, spitting food everywhere, and on everyone.
"Don't worry, you'll get a copy," Netta said, smiling, and sitting back down.
Anya glared at her, and swallowed her food. The whole table was laughing, and the Potter Gang had fell to the ground laughing (very bad idea, since there was food everywhere).
Finally, we went back to our room. We got to work, hanging up our pictures, and getting ourselves settled. Anya was still glaring at Netta silently, sitting on her bed.
"Anya, give it up. Netta has taken plenty embarassing pictures of me," I said, sitting down next to her.
"Allright, but as long as she doesn't post them anywere but our room," Anya answered.
"I promise," Netta answered.
"Good, now let's get to bed. I'm really tired," I said, and went into the bathroom to change.
"Goodnight!" everyone called, and we turned out the lights.
The next day we all ran to Potions, nearly late. The Potion's Master wasn't very happy, but the Slytherins found it highly amuseing.
"Allright, students! Sit down so we can begin. Now, I hope everything we have learned so far is still in your heads. Now, I will ask some questions," the Potion's Master said.
We sat there, through the whole class. Finally, the bell rang and we stood up to leave.
"Hey, Potter. We never did finish our thoughts that one time, did we?" Snape said, walking up behind James.
My friends and I were just a few feet in front of the Potter Gang, and could hear every word. Malfoy and Snape had snuck up behind the Potter Gang.
"No, we didn't Snape. But I don't suggest we finish it right here," James answered.
"Why? Because your little girlfriend will come and try to stop it again," Snape asked.
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" James cried.
"Really. Well then, I don't think you'd mind if I called her a mudblood," Snape said cooly.
Anya, Netta, and Andrea stopped in their tracks. I kept walking, and turned around.
"What?" I asked.
"Don't you know what he just called you?" Anya asked.
"A mudblood, why? I don't even know what it is," I said, confused at why my friends were acting this way.
But they weren't the first to make a move. I knew they wanted to, but they weren't for my sake. I heard a cry, and looked past them to see that James and Sirius had jumped on Snape and Malfoy, and were on equal ground. But the score flew to our side when my friends joined in. Even Jenna, Remus and Peter were it the fight. And the Slytherins, seeing the fun, joined in too. Soon, there was a huge crowd surrounding the fight. Even though I wasn't fighting, I was still in the circle.
"You guys! Stop!" I cried.
But it was no use. They kept on fighting. The door to the classroom nearby opened, and footsteps came running down the hall. The Gryffindor first years appeared in the crowd, with Professor McGonagall right behind them.
"What's going on?" she cried.
No one who had been there but me was able to tell her, since they were still fighting.
"Snape called Evans a mudblood, Professor, and they just jumped him. Then all the Gryffindors joined in, and the other Slytherins had to help," a boy nearby said, biting his lip.
"Is that so. Will everyone please stop!" McGonagall screamed, trying to make her way through the crowd.
I was still frozen in place. After McGonagall got Snape and Flitwick (more students to watch the fight) the fight finally ended. Everyone got detentions, but me.
(Author's Note- Pretty lenghty fight, huh? I just wanted to get all I could out of it. Sorry!)
That night I sat in the Common Room doing my homework. The others were all having a really hard time. That was because of two things. One, they had missed most of the classes since they had been in the hospital wing (the Slytherins sure can fight). Two, they all had too many bruises, and Jenna couldn't write with her best hand since it was swelling too much. I looked at each of them, and shook my heads, trying not to laugh.
Sirius had two black eyes, and his arm was sprained and in a sling. Anya also had two black eyes, and a three huge bruises, one on her cheek, one on her arm, and one on her leg so she was limping. Andrea's leg was sprained, and was going around on crutches (magicked by the nurse), and had only one black eye. Netta didn't have it too bad, only a black eye and a cut on her arm, bandaged so she couldn't move her elbow (someone sure had sharp fingers). James had had a bloody nose, but it was dry now, and his eyes where black, and he hand a bandage wrapped all the way around his leg, since it had been hit pretty hard. Remus was still in the hospital wing, knocked out by Malfoy. Peter was sporting one black eye (he was so small he did all the damage and got that merely from hitting some guy in the knee). Jenna's hand was swollen, and had a black eye.
(Author's Note- Pretty beat up, huh? Lots of black eyes too.)
"You guys shouldn't have done that," I whispered, holding back some laughs.
"Do you have any idea what a mudblood is, Lily?" Netta asked putting down her quill and looking up.
"Not really. Does it have any thing to do with mud in your blood?" I asked, trying to smile.
"No. It's a really dirty name for a muggle born wizard or witch," Anya answered for Netta.
"Oh, I see. Um, you guys, don't take your ice off that eye," I said to Anya, who was setting down her ice.
Anya put her ice back on her eye, and switched it back and forth. I continued with my essay on the uses of a few plants.
"Ok, well I'm going up to bed," Andrea said.
"I'll help," I said, and helped Andrea up the stairs.
In just fifteen minutes the others crashed through the door, literally. I looked out of the bathroom, and Andrea from her bed.
"Sorry. We couldn't quite make it to the door," Anya said, limping towards her bed.
I did a charm to fix it, and closed the door. Everyone went to their own bed, and sat down.
"So, do you regret anything about today?" I asked, looking at my friends for one answer.
"Um...yeah. I regret that I didn't knock Snape out," Anya said.
"Same here," the others chorused.
I fell back on my bed.
"That wasn't quite what I was looking for," I whispered.
The next day they all received their detentions.
"It seems I will be the only Gryffindor fourth year around tonight," I whispered, looking at their slips.
"Yep. Well, at least you can do something other than clean," Netta said, resting her hand on her hand.
"I think I'll write a letter home. Hey, we have Hogsmeade in a few weeks don't we?" I asked.
"Yeah. Look! The Slytherins just got their detentions. They're not too thrilled either," Anya said.
"Well, it serves them right, calling Lil' a mudblood," Andrea answered.
"True, very true," Anya whispered.
So, that night I wrote letters home, one for Mum, one for Dad, and one for Vi. I didn't write one to Petunia (although I was considering sending her a spell). I sat in the Common Room long after the others (those without the detentions) had gone to sleep. As my friends still weren't back, I wrote a letter to Amanda. I put them in my bag, and sat back in the seat.
"Now what?" I asked myself.
I got out one of my books, but put it back. I took out a deck of muggle cards and began to play solitare. Magic cards were too annoying, since the kings and queens were constantly leaving their spots.
I won a game, lost three, and won again. My school work was done, and my letters were done to. I got out a piece of parchment and began to sketch the fireplace in front of me.
"Very nice, Lil'. Looks like someone magicked the fireplace to fall over," someone said.
I turned around to see my friends standing behind me.
"Finally! What were you doing?" I asked, putting my drawing away.
"You don't want to know. But, lets just say that this school has 3,434 windows," Anya said, rubbing her hands.
"Don't forget the 356 staircases," Andrea said.
I laughed.
"Let me get this straight. You washed all the windows, and all the staircases?" I asked.
"The ones that Flich could find, anyway," Netta said.
I laughed again.
"Well that's what you get for getting in a fight. I know, I know, 'But he called you a mudblood!', I don't need to hear it," I said.
Anya, who had been ready to interupt me, closed her mouth and shrugged.
"You'd do the same for us. Come on, I'm tired," Andrea said.
"Ok, ok," I said, and followed them upstairs to bed.
Days later they were mostly healed. The few with sprained parts and such still had their casts. Andrea was still going around on crutches, and we made a huge effort to avoid the Slytherins.
We sat at dinner on Saturday, talking about what we were doing for Christmas, when James came in, covered in mud.
"Still wet out there, I take it," Remus said.
"Haha. Well, at least we will be ready for the Quidditch match next week. You girls do plan on coming, right?" James asked.
"I don't know..." I said.
"Come on, just for one time, and then we promise we'll leave you alone!" Anya cried.
"Ok, it should have some good stuff to write to Mum and Dad about, at least," I said.
"And some great shots!" Netta said, taking out her camera.
So, the next Saturday, we joined the crowds going to the Quidditch field. The teams had already been there for an hour. I walked with the others up to some empty seats. We sat down and Netta took out her camera.
"I want to make sure I have enough film," she said, checking it.
She fiddled with her camera while Sirius and Anya got into a fight between how good the other team was ("They suck!" "No! They are ok, and will be some competition!" "What? I though you were a Gryffindor!" "I am!"). Remus had gotten up and sat between them in an effort to keep blood from sheding. Andrea was sitting back with her eyes closed, and Peter was playing with his wand.
"Well, since there is absolutly nothing to do," I said, and turned to watch the fight between Anya and Sirius.
"Look, you two! The teams are coming out!" Remus said, grabbing the hands of Anya and Sirius, who were throwing punchs.
The crowds began to cheer. Peter, startled, accendently set his wand off and sparks flew everywhere. The players lifted off, and the game began. James was a Chaser. He was pretty good at it too.
When the game ended Netta had about a hundred photos taken, Anya and Sirius were still at each other's necks, but Professor McGonagall had gotten them way from each other before the other one died, and Gryffindor had won.
The next week was our last Hogsmeade trip before Christmas. So, I was out shopping, naturally. Anya was trying to decide wether or not to go home for the holiday.
"Well, I really don't want to, but my parents would like it. I don't want to see my sister, but I do want to trick her. I don't want to see Uncle Gregory, but I do want to see my cousins," Anya said, putting cons with pros.
"Anya! Will you decide allready? This is all we have heard lately!" Andrea cried.
"I'm trying to decide!" Anya said again.
"Ok, Anya, it's not that hard. Let's see, you want to trick your sister, right, well send her a gift by owl! You want to see your cousins, tell them to send you a picture! Your parents want to see you, send them a picture! Or, you could go home and leave us all alone!" I said.
"Well, Lil' does have a good point. I'll stay," Anya said, and picked out some candy for tricks.
"Lil', what are we doing for the boys this year?" Netta asked.
"This one will have to be really good," I said, thinking.
I looked around the candy shop, then finally decided. I picked up a package that read "Sleeping Powder. Perfect for sleeptalking".
"That is it! How about some butterbeers," Anya said, grinning evily.
The day before Christmas Eve everyone left. The Potter Gang was staying, as always. LANA had to pretend to be really sweet, like we didn't have anything planned. They bought it. At night, though, we giggled about what we would do to them, and how much they would hate it. We got into telling each other what questions we were going to ask. Netta was trying to see if she could find a non-electronic tape recorder. So far, she had no luck. I wrote my family, and sent them presents. Anya was grinning all the time now, like she was hiding something. Then, I knew she was in on it with Netta and Andrea. I knew it had to do with the train ride home from last year. I didn't trust them.
Christmas morning came, and we opened our gifts. Afterwards, Anya kept watch on the boys while we took out some canisters of butterbeer. We slipt packets of sleeping powder in, following the directions carefully. I handed those to Andrea, and then took our's myself. We joined Anya at the stairs, and went over to our usual place, where the boys sat as well.
"Hey, anyone want some butterbeer. We got it for ourselves, but we have way to much," I said, handing them some.
They eyed it, but finally drank it. We smiled while drinking our's. By the time their glasses were empty, they were snoring.
"Ready?" I whispered.
The others nodded.
Anya, who we had decided would ask all the questions, sat down next to them. She was grinning again, then turned to us and winked. I wasn't sure what that meant, but Andrea and Netta did.
"Sirius, do you look like a purple elephant?" she asked.
"Yes," Sirius answered.
Everyone laughed.
"Peter, are you a shrimp?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Remus, are you a weirdo?"
"Of course."
"James, do you like Lily?"
"ANYA!" I screamed.
His answer wasn't heard because of my scream. I glared at Anya, and then heard Netta and Andrea giggling.
"You were in on this too, weren't you?" I asked.
"Maybe," they answered, and ran upstairs with Anya.
I turned to get our butterbeers, and looked at the boys.
"Your four are really pathetic," I whispered, grabbing the glasses.
"Lil...i...an," I heard James whisper.
"Great, I'm in his dreams," I whispered, rolling my eyes.
And I went back upstairs.
That was a Christmas I never forgot. Even when we got detentions for putting the sleeper on the boys, we laughed about it the whole time. It was pretty funny to watch them fall limp.
After about three more Quidditch games, I began to like Quidditch, and wrote a lot about it to my family. They began to know the rules because I wrote about it so much. Netta got all our pictures developed, ready to start the summer. The Slytherins hadn't bothered us much, because of the fight. And we were ready for a new summer, and a new year.
As we boarded the train, I was ready to go home. Of course, I would miss my friends, but there was always the fact that I would go camping with them this summer (already confirmed by Mr. Potter).
And, the train ride was silent and uneventful. As we walked back to the muggle world, I knew I would be back soon.
Author's Notes- This chapter was really short for a good reason. I just want to get to the summer! I'm not going to spoil anything, but everyone that likes L/J will most likely like the next chapter a lot. Um, yes Green Pants, I see you were polite. Now, this chapter is up. (It was just finished a few seconds ago). ~Starlight*Eve~
Lily's Lake
Chapter 9
"We are finally here. I thought it would take forever," Andrea said as we walked into the Great Hall.
"Anya, come on, let's get our seats," I said, pulling Anya away from where she was standing, obviously looking for the Potter Gang.
We sat down, and waited. The first years were brought in to be sorted, and we waited patiently (well, most of us). Anya was biting her lip, and wouldn't sit still. Netta and I held her shoulders down, to make her stand still.
"Anya, stay still. We will eat soon," I whispered in her ear.
She glared at me, then looked up front. As "Zeblon, Luke" walked away from the Sorting Hat to the Slytherin Table, Anya grinned.
As sure as the sun rising, Dumbledore stood up.
"Ah, welcome back. Another year of magic here, at Hogwarts! I welcome all the first years, and welcome everyone else back. Now, the rules. We want to remind everyone that there is to be no magic in the halls, and that the forrests on the grounds are forbidden to every student. And the Whomping Willow is a very dangerous tree, so please refrain from going near it. So, please, eat up!" Dumbledore cried.
The food appeared, and Anya grinned.
"Finally," she hissed.
We ate a little bit of everything, and Anya ate more than anyone ate the table (well, Sirius tied with her). She always had food in her mouth, and resembled a squirrel. Of course, we couldn't help but laughing.
"Anya, slow down. You're going to choke," I whispered in her ear, grinning at everyone who was staring at her.
"Wait, not yet," Netta said, and quickly took a picture.
"NETTA PREWETT! GIVE ME THAT PICTURE!" Anya cried, spitting food everywhere, and on everyone.
"Don't worry, you'll get a copy," Netta said, smiling, and sitting back down.
Anya glared at her, and swallowed her food. The whole table was laughing, and the Potter Gang had fell to the ground laughing (very bad idea, since there was food everywhere).
Finally, we went back to our room. We got to work, hanging up our pictures, and getting ourselves settled. Anya was still glaring at Netta silently, sitting on her bed.
"Anya, give it up. Netta has taken plenty embarassing pictures of me," I said, sitting down next to her.
"Allright, but as long as she doesn't post them anywere but our room," Anya answered.
"I promise," Netta answered.
"Good, now let's get to bed. I'm really tired," I said, and went into the bathroom to change.
"Goodnight!" everyone called, and we turned out the lights.
The next day we all ran to Potions, nearly late. The Potion's Master wasn't very happy, but the Slytherins found it highly amuseing.
"Allright, students! Sit down so we can begin. Now, I hope everything we have learned so far is still in your heads. Now, I will ask some questions," the Potion's Master said.
We sat there, through the whole class. Finally, the bell rang and we stood up to leave.
"Hey, Potter. We never did finish our thoughts that one time, did we?" Snape said, walking up behind James.
My friends and I were just a few feet in front of the Potter Gang, and could hear every word. Malfoy and Snape had snuck up behind the Potter Gang.
"No, we didn't Snape. But I don't suggest we finish it right here," James answered.
"Why? Because your little girlfriend will come and try to stop it again," Snape asked.
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" James cried.
"Really. Well then, I don't think you'd mind if I called her a mudblood," Snape said cooly.
Anya, Netta, and Andrea stopped in their tracks. I kept walking, and turned around.
"What?" I asked.
"Don't you know what he just called you?" Anya asked.
"A mudblood, why? I don't even know what it is," I said, confused at why my friends were acting this way.
But they weren't the first to make a move. I knew they wanted to, but they weren't for my sake. I heard a cry, and looked past them to see that James and Sirius had jumped on Snape and Malfoy, and were on equal ground. But the score flew to our side when my friends joined in. Even Jenna, Remus and Peter were it the fight. And the Slytherins, seeing the fun, joined in too. Soon, there was a huge crowd surrounding the fight. Even though I wasn't fighting, I was still in the circle.
"You guys! Stop!" I cried.
But it was no use. They kept on fighting. The door to the classroom nearby opened, and footsteps came running down the hall. The Gryffindor first years appeared in the crowd, with Professor McGonagall right behind them.
"What's going on?" she cried.
No one who had been there but me was able to tell her, since they were still fighting.
"Snape called Evans a mudblood, Professor, and they just jumped him. Then all the Gryffindors joined in, and the other Slytherins had to help," a boy nearby said, biting his lip.
"Is that so. Will everyone please stop!" McGonagall screamed, trying to make her way through the crowd.
I was still frozen in place. After McGonagall got Snape and Flitwick (more students to watch the fight) the fight finally ended. Everyone got detentions, but me.
(Author's Note- Pretty lenghty fight, huh? I just wanted to get all I could out of it. Sorry!)
That night I sat in the Common Room doing my homework. The others were all having a really hard time. That was because of two things. One, they had missed most of the classes since they had been in the hospital wing (the Slytherins sure can fight). Two, they all had too many bruises, and Jenna couldn't write with her best hand since it was swelling too much. I looked at each of them, and shook my heads, trying not to laugh.
Sirius had two black eyes, and his arm was sprained and in a sling. Anya also had two black eyes, and a three huge bruises, one on her cheek, one on her arm, and one on her leg so she was limping. Andrea's leg was sprained, and was going around on crutches (magicked by the nurse), and had only one black eye. Netta didn't have it too bad, only a black eye and a cut on her arm, bandaged so she couldn't move her elbow (someone sure had sharp fingers). James had had a bloody nose, but it was dry now, and his eyes where black, and he hand a bandage wrapped all the way around his leg, since it had been hit pretty hard. Remus was still in the hospital wing, knocked out by Malfoy. Peter was sporting one black eye (he was so small he did all the damage and got that merely from hitting some guy in the knee). Jenna's hand was swollen, and had a black eye.
(Author's Note- Pretty beat up, huh? Lots of black eyes too.)
"You guys shouldn't have done that," I whispered, holding back some laughs.
"Do you have any idea what a mudblood is, Lily?" Netta asked putting down her quill and looking up.
"Not really. Does it have any thing to do with mud in your blood?" I asked, trying to smile.
"No. It's a really dirty name for a muggle born wizard or witch," Anya answered for Netta.
"Oh, I see. Um, you guys, don't take your ice off that eye," I said to Anya, who was setting down her ice.
Anya put her ice back on her eye, and switched it back and forth. I continued with my essay on the uses of a few plants.
"Ok, well I'm going up to bed," Andrea said.
"I'll help," I said, and helped Andrea up the stairs.
In just fifteen minutes the others crashed through the door, literally. I looked out of the bathroom, and Andrea from her bed.
"Sorry. We couldn't quite make it to the door," Anya said, limping towards her bed.
I did a charm to fix it, and closed the door. Everyone went to their own bed, and sat down.
"So, do you regret anything about today?" I asked, looking at my friends for one answer.
"Um...yeah. I regret that I didn't knock Snape out," Anya said.
"Same here," the others chorused.
I fell back on my bed.
"That wasn't quite what I was looking for," I whispered.
The next day they all received their detentions.
"It seems I will be the only Gryffindor fourth year around tonight," I whispered, looking at their slips.
"Yep. Well, at least you can do something other than clean," Netta said, resting her hand on her hand.
"I think I'll write a letter home. Hey, we have Hogsmeade in a few weeks don't we?" I asked.
"Yeah. Look! The Slytherins just got their detentions. They're not too thrilled either," Anya said.
"Well, it serves them right, calling Lil' a mudblood," Andrea answered.
"True, very true," Anya whispered.
So, that night I wrote letters home, one for Mum, one for Dad, and one for Vi. I didn't write one to Petunia (although I was considering sending her a spell). I sat in the Common Room long after the others (those without the detentions) had gone to sleep. As my friends still weren't back, I wrote a letter to Amanda. I put them in my bag, and sat back in the seat.
"Now what?" I asked myself.
I got out one of my books, but put it back. I took out a deck of muggle cards and began to play solitare. Magic cards were too annoying, since the kings and queens were constantly leaving their spots.
I won a game, lost three, and won again. My school work was done, and my letters were done to. I got out a piece of parchment and began to sketch the fireplace in front of me.
"Very nice, Lil'. Looks like someone magicked the fireplace to fall over," someone said.
I turned around to see my friends standing behind me.
"Finally! What were you doing?" I asked, putting my drawing away.
"You don't want to know. But, lets just say that this school has 3,434 windows," Anya said, rubbing her hands.
"Don't forget the 356 staircases," Andrea said.
I laughed.
"Let me get this straight. You washed all the windows, and all the staircases?" I asked.
"The ones that Flich could find, anyway," Netta said.
I laughed again.
"Well that's what you get for getting in a fight. I know, I know, 'But he called you a mudblood!', I don't need to hear it," I said.
Anya, who had been ready to interupt me, closed her mouth and shrugged.
"You'd do the same for us. Come on, I'm tired," Andrea said.
"Ok, ok," I said, and followed them upstairs to bed.
Days later they were mostly healed. The few with sprained parts and such still had their casts. Andrea was still going around on crutches, and we made a huge effort to avoid the Slytherins.
We sat at dinner on Saturday, talking about what we were doing for Christmas, when James came in, covered in mud.
"Still wet out there, I take it," Remus said.
"Haha. Well, at least we will be ready for the Quidditch match next week. You girls do plan on coming, right?" James asked.
"I don't know..." I said.
"Come on, just for one time, and then we promise we'll leave you alone!" Anya cried.
"Ok, it should have some good stuff to write to Mum and Dad about, at least," I said.
"And some great shots!" Netta said, taking out her camera.
So, the next Saturday, we joined the crowds going to the Quidditch field. The teams had already been there for an hour. I walked with the others up to some empty seats. We sat down and Netta took out her camera.
"I want to make sure I have enough film," she said, checking it.
She fiddled with her camera while Sirius and Anya got into a fight between how good the other team was ("They suck!" "No! They are ok, and will be some competition!" "What? I though you were a Gryffindor!" "I am!"). Remus had gotten up and sat between them in an effort to keep blood from sheding. Andrea was sitting back with her eyes closed, and Peter was playing with his wand.
"Well, since there is absolutly nothing to do," I said, and turned to watch the fight between Anya and Sirius.
"Look, you two! The teams are coming out!" Remus said, grabbing the hands of Anya and Sirius, who were throwing punchs.
The crowds began to cheer. Peter, startled, accendently set his wand off and sparks flew everywhere. The players lifted off, and the game began. James was a Chaser. He was pretty good at it too.
When the game ended Netta had about a hundred photos taken, Anya and Sirius were still at each other's necks, but Professor McGonagall had gotten them way from each other before the other one died, and Gryffindor had won.
The next week was our last Hogsmeade trip before Christmas. So, I was out shopping, naturally. Anya was trying to decide wether or not to go home for the holiday.
"Well, I really don't want to, but my parents would like it. I don't want to see my sister, but I do want to trick her. I don't want to see Uncle Gregory, but I do want to see my cousins," Anya said, putting cons with pros.
"Anya! Will you decide allready? This is all we have heard lately!" Andrea cried.
"I'm trying to decide!" Anya said again.
"Ok, Anya, it's not that hard. Let's see, you want to trick your sister, right, well send her a gift by owl! You want to see your cousins, tell them to send you a picture! Your parents want to see you, send them a picture! Or, you could go home and leave us all alone!" I said.
"Well, Lil' does have a good point. I'll stay," Anya said, and picked out some candy for tricks.
"Lil', what are we doing for the boys this year?" Netta asked.
"This one will have to be really good," I said, thinking.
I looked around the candy shop, then finally decided. I picked up a package that read "Sleeping Powder. Perfect for sleeptalking".
"That is it! How about some butterbeers," Anya said, grinning evily.
The day before Christmas Eve everyone left. The Potter Gang was staying, as always. LANA had to pretend to be really sweet, like we didn't have anything planned. They bought it. At night, though, we giggled about what we would do to them, and how much they would hate it. We got into telling each other what questions we were going to ask. Netta was trying to see if she could find a non-electronic tape recorder. So far, she had no luck. I wrote my family, and sent them presents. Anya was grinning all the time now, like she was hiding something. Then, I knew she was in on it with Netta and Andrea. I knew it had to do with the train ride home from last year. I didn't trust them.
Christmas morning came, and we opened our gifts. Afterwards, Anya kept watch on the boys while we took out some canisters of butterbeer. We slipt packets of sleeping powder in, following the directions carefully. I handed those to Andrea, and then took our's myself. We joined Anya at the stairs, and went over to our usual place, where the boys sat as well.
"Hey, anyone want some butterbeer. We got it for ourselves, but we have way to much," I said, handing them some.
They eyed it, but finally drank it. We smiled while drinking our's. By the time their glasses were empty, they were snoring.
"Ready?" I whispered.
The others nodded.
Anya, who we had decided would ask all the questions, sat down next to them. She was grinning again, then turned to us and winked. I wasn't sure what that meant, but Andrea and Netta did.
"Sirius, do you look like a purple elephant?" she asked.
"Yes," Sirius answered.
Everyone laughed.
"Peter, are you a shrimp?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Remus, are you a weirdo?"
"Of course."
"James, do you like Lily?"
"ANYA!" I screamed.
His answer wasn't heard because of my scream. I glared at Anya, and then heard Netta and Andrea giggling.
"You were in on this too, weren't you?" I asked.
"Maybe," they answered, and ran upstairs with Anya.
I turned to get our butterbeers, and looked at the boys.
"Your four are really pathetic," I whispered, grabbing the glasses.
"Lil...i...an," I heard James whisper.
"Great, I'm in his dreams," I whispered, rolling my eyes.
And I went back upstairs.
That was a Christmas I never forgot. Even when we got detentions for putting the sleeper on the boys, we laughed about it the whole time. It was pretty funny to watch them fall limp.
After about three more Quidditch games, I began to like Quidditch, and wrote a lot about it to my family. They began to know the rules because I wrote about it so much. Netta got all our pictures developed, ready to start the summer. The Slytherins hadn't bothered us much, because of the fight. And we were ready for a new summer, and a new year.
As we boarded the train, I was ready to go home. Of course, I would miss my friends, but there was always the fact that I would go camping with them this summer (already confirmed by Mr. Potter).
And, the train ride was silent and uneventful. As we walked back to the muggle world, I knew I would be back soon.
Author's Notes- This chapter was really short for a good reason. I just want to get to the summer! I'm not going to spoil anything, but everyone that likes L/J will most likely like the next chapter a lot. Um, yes Green Pants, I see you were polite. Now, this chapter is up. (It was just finished a few seconds ago). ~Starlight*Eve~