A/N: What is it about being around sixth and seventh graders that makes me turn into them? I was at the bus stop in front of Covington Middle School and waiting for the right bus. This adorable sixth grade girl climbs the pole and sits up in covered area of the "Umbrella". I was talking to her and her friend about me calling Covington "My personal hell" when this horrible little 13 yr old suddenly says to the girl, "Get yer foot outta my face! Ya hit me and.." yadda yadda. I really don't remember the rest, but there was something about her that ruffled my fur so badly that I retaliated. I said for her to calm down.
When the bus arrived, she started bad mouthing about me like I couldn't hear a damned thing she said. So I turned to her and started saying that if she had something to start with me, she better damn well go after it now. Her friend asked me how old I was and I told her. She said that they were thirteen and I was being an ass to start something with a little girl.
I calmed down a bit on the ride down the street to the one that I needed off at. It took all I had to realize that I shouldn't have let her get to me, and not pounce on her like I was a hot headed cougar as well. Truth be told, thirteen or nineteen, I would have said something no matter what. She was being a bitch and I was not in the mood to take it all in stride.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I can and I need to blow off some steam. I told ya'll that Astra is the same as me. ::smirls::
Okay.... onto the really good stuff! =^.^=
Chapter Five
Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning. He was surprised by a bunch of applause coming from the Hufflepuff table and the Gryffindor table. He stared at the scene before him incredulously. Both tables were practically chanting his name in praise. The Ravenclaws didn't generally condone much of anything so they weren't going into it. The Slytherin table shot incredibly dirty looks at him.
Harry was about to go to his seat, when a familiar voice made him turn around. Draco looked positively dumbstruck. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out of it. He finally found his voice. "How the bloody hell did those get up there..."
Harry followed his gaze over the Slytherin table. How could he have missed this sight. Flying fifteen feet over the Slytherin table were several pairs of boxer shorts. One of them had "Draco" written across them in big green letters. A pair fell on Harry's head and he picked it off and looked at it. "Dancing hearts?" Harry stared at them, then realized they were Draco's and promptly dropped them.
Draco grabbed the front of Harry's robes and slammed him up against the wall. "You did this!"
"I didn't do a damned thing! Let go of me, Malfoy!" Harry was losing his temper.
"You did it! I know you did! I just don't know how, but I know you did!" Draco's entire face was slowly turning pink.
"Take your hands off me, Malfoy, or I start taking away points!" Harry growled.
Draco let go of Harry like he was something contagious. Professor McGonnagal's voice rang across the room. "Do you need any assistance, Mr. Potter." Harry knew she was reminding him of his duty.
"Slytherin loses ten points for assaulting a prefect and five points for disruption. Anything else you care to add Mr. Malfoy?" Harry said coldly. He wanted to hit Draco, but he knew he would get a reprimand if he did.
"No.." Draco was almost not loud enough for Harry to hear him.
"Good man, Draco.." came a coldly sweet voice from behind Harry. Harry turned and saw Astra standing with a look of contempt on her face. "Yer moving up in the world, Draco. Now yer picking on Prefects."
Harry noticed a few freckles on her nose. Her incredibly pale hair was now shoulder length, as well. Draco seemed to notice nothing and glared at her. He straightened his posture and brushed off his robes. "Maybe you got the halvsie here to do your dirty work. Either way... I'll find out." He stalked past them and muttered. "Keep that lunatic away from me."
"He gets weirder and weirder...." said Astra sighing.
Harry turned to her with a questioning look. "Astra... you wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"
"No. Draco's probably inhaled too much hair gel." she said dismissively. She nudged his arm and smiled. "Come on. Ginny's been saving you a seat." she said winking at him.
He sat down next to Ginny and smiled at her. He piled some food onto his plate and began eating. "Great work with the underwear, mate! I enjoyed the look on Draco's face." said Ron cheerfully.
"Harry doesn't need encouragement of such behavior, Ron!" Hermione said as she promptly hit him across the back of his head.
"Ow!"
"I didn't do it." Harry said. "I wonder who did."
"Wasn't me. Hermione'll vouch for that." Ron said as he downed his eggs.
"I'll vouch for nothing, but I know it wasn't him." Hermione sighed. "Professor McGonnagal will want you to investigate who did it."
"I know, but right now, I don't want to think about that." Harry said as he ate his muffin. "What class do we have this morning."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Didn't Professor Wizworth say that he was going to be the assistant for the Dark Arts teacher?" said Nevaeh.
"Yeah, he did. Well... you'll have plenty of eye candy for the day." smirked Astra.
In the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom, all the sixth-year Gryffindors waited inside the classroom. Hermione sat next to Neville Longbottom, a round faced boy with a small clutz problem. Harry sat next Ron, who was busy writing a note to Hermione.
"I wonder if we'll end up with someone like Professor Lockheart." Neville said to Hermione.
Hermione's cheeks turned a slight shad of pink. "I doubt that." She straightened up and sighed. "Besides, Professor Dumbledore wouldn't stoop so low a second time."
Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a very graceful woman with shoulder length black hair, very pale skin and violet eyes. She was almost enchanting. "Good morning, students. My name is Miss Aldonia Snape. You all may call me Miss Snape."
There was a coughing sound behind her and her calm, enchanting visage suddenly became irritated. "This is my assistant, Professor Wizworth." Harry was startled by Wizworth. He vaguely remembered him from the day in Diagon Alley. His lamp-like yellow eyes seemingly glittered gleefully. He was wearing red and black robes that looked somewhat oriental. Like something that Astra would draw.
Harry suddenly noticed Miss Snape and Astra glaring at each other, but not glaring. Harry also realized that Neville and Ron were in a sort of daze. Neville's eyes were glazed over and he was muttering something. "Sheeee's preeeety...."
Ron was drooling a bit. "She doesn't look like a Snape...." Harry saw Hermione turn around glare at him. Ron didn't even respond.
"It looks like I have a few familiar faces in here. And wearing different colors, but deffinantly not a different house. It figures that you and your friend would be in Gryffindor, Astra. I wonder what your cousins would say about you going here." Miss Snape sneered at Astra similarly to Professor Snape whenever he had something over Harry that he thought he could exploit.
"You keep my family out of this." Astra said dangerously.
Several other boys around Harry were starting to mumble about how pretty Miss Snape was. It gave Harry a shiver up his spine. Professor Wizworth walked over to Astra and placed a calm hand on her shoulder. Astra sat down and crossed her arms in front of her defiantly. "This is going to be a long day.." Harry sighed.
"A looooooong daaaaay....." Ron drooled.
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"That was very odd. As far as I know, Professor Snape doesn't have a sister and isn't married." said Hermione as she brushed her bushy hair.
Astra sat down on her bed and opened her trunk. "He doesn't. Miss Snape is Professor Snape's cousin. They're the same age."
"Wow.... his cousin? But she's soo...." Parvati started to say something, but sat searched for the right words.
"Pretty? Sweet? Enchanting?" Nevaeh filled in.
"Yeah!"
"All a front. When yer talking to her alone or she feels like you are a threat to her ability to keep that tight control she has, she's ten times worse than Professor Snape ever THOUGHT of being." Astra muttered as she searched her trunk for her laptop. She had tweaked the machine to be able to work in a magic atmosphere like Firestrom or Hogwarts.
"What's that?" asked Parvati who had turned away from her mirror to see the laptop.
"My laptop computer. Yes, Nevaeh, I did it again." Nevaeh rolled her eyes at Astra.
"Did what? Computer's aren't supposed to work in a place like this." said Hermione.
"Try telling HER that." Nevaeh snapped. "She does this all the damned time! I swear! She has waaaaay too much time on her hands."
"Do what?"
"I take apart gadgets and make it so they can do stuff. Like work in a magic atmosphere." Astra grinned broadly. Hermione seemed intrigued.
"May I see that?" Hermione said as she walked over to Astra's bed on the other side of the room.
"Yeah, sure." Astra turned the computer around and let her look. "I've got a program that a friend of mine made where I can catalogue and look up various creatures."
"What's this? A Soul Reaver?" asked Lavender as she clicked the mouse.
Astra turned the computer around and saw a creature that looked like a woman, but was completely white and ghost like. It had very large yellow eyes that were like a cat's, floating, shimmery white robes and long, pointed ears.
"No clue. Hold on...." Astra clicked around and finally found the information button. "No Records available. Damn it!"
"It looks like your friend didn't get all his information." said Hermione.
"Keith wasn't able to get everything. He had to hack into some particularly hard systems to some of this. Of course, by hacking, I mean sneaking into the libraries that have this stuff in them. The da-- I mean the muggle world doesn't have any of this stuff on file." Astra said as she continued to type. "I can't find anything. Oh well. I'm sure I could find it in the Library. I'll do it later." Everyone went back to their beds and turned off their lights.
In the boys' dorm, Harry sat with his glasses off, talking to Ron. "That was weird. I don't remember drooling." Ron said over on his bed.
"To coin a phrase from Astra, you zonked out." Harry said. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on his knees. "It was almost like the Veela prancing onto the quidditch field during the World Cup."
"But I learned to control it after that!" Ron burst out.
"What about Fleur... whenever you saw her.... whenever you tried to talk to her... when she gave that kiss..." Harry watched the blurry form of Ron crouch further into his bed after every incident mentioned.
"BUT I TRY TO CONTROL MY RESPONSES! WHY DOESN'T ANYONE EVER REALIZE THAT!" Ron growled loudly and hit the bed with a fist.
"Maybe because you're so responsive to the responses." Harry smirked.
"Besides... I wasn't the only one who glazed over." Ron said dismissively.
"No... but I didn't react to her like you and almost every other boy in there did." Harry stated. Ron's would-be defiant posture now turned into a defeated slump. Harry remembered the way Miss Snape made him feel. It was like a force like the Imperious curse. It made him shiver at the thought the Imperious curse.
Ron grabbed Harry's pajama front and growled at him. "If I get an ulcer from all this grief, I'm blaming you!"
"Ron... calm down and go to sleep. We need to get up early." Harry sighed.
Ron let go of Harry's shirt and walked over to his own bed. He was once again a blurry figure. "Fine.... but I warn you that if you make any jokes about this in the morning, I'm going to kill you."
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In the morning, Harry saw something that made his cheeks go completely red and his blood run cold. Flying over the Gryffindor table, several pairs of underwear did loop-de-loops, including all of Harry's tartan boxer shorts. Ron came up behind him and stopped dead in his tracks. "M-my-m-m-m-my underwear!"
"Mine too." Harry was stunned and he knew exactly who had done it. Harry saw the brilliant scarlet face of Ginny glaring at Draco.
"DRACO! TWENTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN FOR THIS DISPLAY OF IMMATURITY!" Ginny growled over everyone's voices.
A cold, sneering voice stopped her from tromping over to Draco. "Miss Weasley... do you have any proof that Mr. Malfoy did this?" Snape sneered down at her.
Ginny growled and sat back down in her seat, crossing her arms across her chest. Snape smiled back at Harry. "I'm sure Mr. Potter would enjoy taking his underwear down from the ceiling after breakfast, should he lose his badge over such a small thing."
Harry glared at Snape dangerously. He wanted nothing more than to scrape that grin off his face with a blunt object. "No sir...." he said quietly. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ginny. She leaned against him, trying to make him feel better.
Astra growled loudly at Snape. Harry glanced up at her. "Why don't you use those pent up powers of yours on Malfoy while Smape isn't looking." said Ron.
"Can't.... My powers are gone. I can only use my wand now." Astra said quietly. The last thing she needed was to have Draco know that she couldn't hurt him with her powers. He could use it and exploit it to his advantage.
Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice rang out across the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the privilege to announce a late comer to this school. Professor McGonnagal, please bring out Mr. Stark."
McGonnagal stiffened. Snape grinned tauntingly at her. She stood up and tried to gain her composure. "I'm sorry, Headmaster, but I can't seem to be abl to find Mr. Stark."
"Can't find him, Professor? I thought you never lost a student." Snape's grin got wider as he spoke.
Astra stood up and walked out the main doors and disappeared. Then, she walked back in with a red haired boy in a headlock. "Is anyone missing a little, oblivious, red-haired boy?"
Harry noticed that Avalon seemingly gulped when she saw the boy. Astra walked the boy over to Gryffindor table. "Have a seat Kennedy."
Harry noticed it was the same boy from the clothing shop in Diagon alley. The boy had a ton of freckles spread across his face and neck, much like Ron. He wore horn-rim glasses as well.
"And a few more students are being added to the other houses. Miss Keau Cha is going into Slytherin. Miss Rachel Stiles in Ravenclaw and Mr. Jeremy Stiles in Gryffindor." McGonnagal said. Three students came out of the hallway. There was a pretty oriental girl with short black hair. There was a very pretty third year hispanic girl with long brown hair and a beauty mark above her lip followed her. Th last was a very tall fourth year hispanic boy with a wide, charming smile. He sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table beside Denis Creevy.
"Let the games begin." muttered Astra. She sat down in her spot and smiled at Kennedy. "Hey, AVALON! Yer would-be BOY TOY is coming here now!" Suddenly, Astra was struck with a book to her head. She hit the floor like a limp doll.
Harry stood up and walked over to her. He lifted her head up and lightly slapped her face. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Are you going to b alright?"
"Peachy." she snapped.
Later, in potion class, Astra sat between Harry and Nevaeh. She dabbed at her head with an ice pack in a cloth.
Nevaeh sighed and turned to Harry. "Ever since Vee started going to school with us, she had been quite taken with Ken."
Harry was more worried about the state the Gryffindor tower was going to be in after Astra was through with Avalon.
"How long is she going to stay like that?"
"As long as Vee is still alive." growled Astra.
Professor Snape walked over to their table and leaned down until his face was in Astra's. Do you three mind not talking while I try to teach." he said coldly.
"Get any closer and I'll bite yer nose off." Astra growled.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now be quiet!" Snape said as he jumped away from Astra.
Later, in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry sat watching Ron play chess with Neville. Neville lost. "Checkmate, Neville. Anyone else want to play?"
"I know. Why don't you and Kennedy play. You know, twit against twit?" Astra sneered. Ron's ears went red. Avalon didn't look the least bit happy either. Kennedy sat eating a lollypop in his chair while humming a merry tune.
A fourth year boy walked over and sat next to Astra on the couch. Harry supposed it was Jeremy. "Is that one of your cousins, Astra?"
"Jeremy Stiles. And yes, I am one of her many cousins." Jeremy had an incredibly charming smile. It was almost like Lockheart, he had the ability to show all those white teeth, yet it actually had feeling in it.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
"I know. Astra told me about you after she found out that she really was that lucky." He paused and thought about something. "I heard you are having some problems with a certain boy trying to one up you in a sort of Boxer War?"
Harry blushed and leaned back in his chair. Astra giggled at her cousin and Harry. "Don't worry, Har. I think he's onto something massive."
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A/N: okay.... now let the little squirrel show you to the review button and you push it so I can get ya'll's thoughts on these chapters and whatever else you have on your mind.
When the bus arrived, she started bad mouthing about me like I couldn't hear a damned thing she said. So I turned to her and started saying that if she had something to start with me, she better damn well go after it now. Her friend asked me how old I was and I told her. She said that they were thirteen and I was being an ass to start something with a little girl.
I calmed down a bit on the ride down the street to the one that I needed off at. It took all I had to realize that I shouldn't have let her get to me, and not pounce on her like I was a hot headed cougar as well. Truth be told, thirteen or nineteen, I would have said something no matter what. She was being a bitch and I was not in the mood to take it all in stride.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I can and I need to blow off some steam. I told ya'll that Astra is the same as me. ::smirls::
Okay.... onto the really good stuff! =^.^=
Chapter Five
Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning. He was surprised by a bunch of applause coming from the Hufflepuff table and the Gryffindor table. He stared at the scene before him incredulously. Both tables were practically chanting his name in praise. The Ravenclaws didn't generally condone much of anything so they weren't going into it. The Slytherin table shot incredibly dirty looks at him.
Harry was about to go to his seat, when a familiar voice made him turn around. Draco looked positively dumbstruck. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out of it. He finally found his voice. "How the bloody hell did those get up there..."
Harry followed his gaze over the Slytherin table. How could he have missed this sight. Flying fifteen feet over the Slytherin table were several pairs of boxer shorts. One of them had "Draco" written across them in big green letters. A pair fell on Harry's head and he picked it off and looked at it. "Dancing hearts?" Harry stared at them, then realized they were Draco's and promptly dropped them.
Draco grabbed the front of Harry's robes and slammed him up against the wall. "You did this!"
"I didn't do a damned thing! Let go of me, Malfoy!" Harry was losing his temper.
"You did it! I know you did! I just don't know how, but I know you did!" Draco's entire face was slowly turning pink.
"Take your hands off me, Malfoy, or I start taking away points!" Harry growled.
Draco let go of Harry like he was something contagious. Professor McGonnagal's voice rang across the room. "Do you need any assistance, Mr. Potter." Harry knew she was reminding him of his duty.
"Slytherin loses ten points for assaulting a prefect and five points for disruption. Anything else you care to add Mr. Malfoy?" Harry said coldly. He wanted to hit Draco, but he knew he would get a reprimand if he did.
"No.." Draco was almost not loud enough for Harry to hear him.
"Good man, Draco.." came a coldly sweet voice from behind Harry. Harry turned and saw Astra standing with a look of contempt on her face. "Yer moving up in the world, Draco. Now yer picking on Prefects."
Harry noticed a few freckles on her nose. Her incredibly pale hair was now shoulder length, as well. Draco seemed to notice nothing and glared at her. He straightened his posture and brushed off his robes. "Maybe you got the halvsie here to do your dirty work. Either way... I'll find out." He stalked past them and muttered. "Keep that lunatic away from me."
"He gets weirder and weirder...." said Astra sighing.
Harry turned to her with a questioning look. "Astra... you wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"
"No. Draco's probably inhaled too much hair gel." she said dismissively. She nudged his arm and smiled. "Come on. Ginny's been saving you a seat." she said winking at him.
He sat down next to Ginny and smiled at her. He piled some food onto his plate and began eating. "Great work with the underwear, mate! I enjoyed the look on Draco's face." said Ron cheerfully.
"Harry doesn't need encouragement of such behavior, Ron!" Hermione said as she promptly hit him across the back of his head.
"Ow!"
"I didn't do it." Harry said. "I wonder who did."
"Wasn't me. Hermione'll vouch for that." Ron said as he downed his eggs.
"I'll vouch for nothing, but I know it wasn't him." Hermione sighed. "Professor McGonnagal will want you to investigate who did it."
"I know, but right now, I don't want to think about that." Harry said as he ate his muffin. "What class do we have this morning."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Didn't Professor Wizworth say that he was going to be the assistant for the Dark Arts teacher?" said Nevaeh.
"Yeah, he did. Well... you'll have plenty of eye candy for the day." smirked Astra.
In the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom, all the sixth-year Gryffindors waited inside the classroom. Hermione sat next to Neville Longbottom, a round faced boy with a small clutz problem. Harry sat next Ron, who was busy writing a note to Hermione.
"I wonder if we'll end up with someone like Professor Lockheart." Neville said to Hermione.
Hermione's cheeks turned a slight shad of pink. "I doubt that." She straightened up and sighed. "Besides, Professor Dumbledore wouldn't stoop so low a second time."
Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a very graceful woman with shoulder length black hair, very pale skin and violet eyes. She was almost enchanting. "Good morning, students. My name is Miss Aldonia Snape. You all may call me Miss Snape."
There was a coughing sound behind her and her calm, enchanting visage suddenly became irritated. "This is my assistant, Professor Wizworth." Harry was startled by Wizworth. He vaguely remembered him from the day in Diagon Alley. His lamp-like yellow eyes seemingly glittered gleefully. He was wearing red and black robes that looked somewhat oriental. Like something that Astra would draw.
Harry suddenly noticed Miss Snape and Astra glaring at each other, but not glaring. Harry also realized that Neville and Ron were in a sort of daze. Neville's eyes were glazed over and he was muttering something. "Sheeee's preeeety...."
Ron was drooling a bit. "She doesn't look like a Snape...." Harry saw Hermione turn around glare at him. Ron didn't even respond.
"It looks like I have a few familiar faces in here. And wearing different colors, but deffinantly not a different house. It figures that you and your friend would be in Gryffindor, Astra. I wonder what your cousins would say about you going here." Miss Snape sneered at Astra similarly to Professor Snape whenever he had something over Harry that he thought he could exploit.
"You keep my family out of this." Astra said dangerously.
Several other boys around Harry were starting to mumble about how pretty Miss Snape was. It gave Harry a shiver up his spine. Professor Wizworth walked over to Astra and placed a calm hand on her shoulder. Astra sat down and crossed her arms in front of her defiantly. "This is going to be a long day.." Harry sighed.
"A looooooong daaaaay....." Ron drooled.
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"That was very odd. As far as I know, Professor Snape doesn't have a sister and isn't married." said Hermione as she brushed her bushy hair.
Astra sat down on her bed and opened her trunk. "He doesn't. Miss Snape is Professor Snape's cousin. They're the same age."
"Wow.... his cousin? But she's soo...." Parvati started to say something, but sat searched for the right words.
"Pretty? Sweet? Enchanting?" Nevaeh filled in.
"Yeah!"
"All a front. When yer talking to her alone or she feels like you are a threat to her ability to keep that tight control she has, she's ten times worse than Professor Snape ever THOUGHT of being." Astra muttered as she searched her trunk for her laptop. She had tweaked the machine to be able to work in a magic atmosphere like Firestrom or Hogwarts.
"What's that?" asked Parvati who had turned away from her mirror to see the laptop.
"My laptop computer. Yes, Nevaeh, I did it again." Nevaeh rolled her eyes at Astra.
"Did what? Computer's aren't supposed to work in a place like this." said Hermione.
"Try telling HER that." Nevaeh snapped. "She does this all the damned time! I swear! She has waaaaay too much time on her hands."
"Do what?"
"I take apart gadgets and make it so they can do stuff. Like work in a magic atmosphere." Astra grinned broadly. Hermione seemed intrigued.
"May I see that?" Hermione said as she walked over to Astra's bed on the other side of the room.
"Yeah, sure." Astra turned the computer around and let her look. "I've got a program that a friend of mine made where I can catalogue and look up various creatures."
"What's this? A Soul Reaver?" asked Lavender as she clicked the mouse.
Astra turned the computer around and saw a creature that looked like a woman, but was completely white and ghost like. It had very large yellow eyes that were like a cat's, floating, shimmery white robes and long, pointed ears.
"No clue. Hold on...." Astra clicked around and finally found the information button. "No Records available. Damn it!"
"It looks like your friend didn't get all his information." said Hermione.
"Keith wasn't able to get everything. He had to hack into some particularly hard systems to some of this. Of course, by hacking, I mean sneaking into the libraries that have this stuff in them. The da-- I mean the muggle world doesn't have any of this stuff on file." Astra said as she continued to type. "I can't find anything. Oh well. I'm sure I could find it in the Library. I'll do it later." Everyone went back to their beds and turned off their lights.
In the boys' dorm, Harry sat with his glasses off, talking to Ron. "That was weird. I don't remember drooling." Ron said over on his bed.
"To coin a phrase from Astra, you zonked out." Harry said. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on his knees. "It was almost like the Veela prancing onto the quidditch field during the World Cup."
"But I learned to control it after that!" Ron burst out.
"What about Fleur... whenever you saw her.... whenever you tried to talk to her... when she gave that kiss..." Harry watched the blurry form of Ron crouch further into his bed after every incident mentioned.
"BUT I TRY TO CONTROL MY RESPONSES! WHY DOESN'T ANYONE EVER REALIZE THAT!" Ron growled loudly and hit the bed with a fist.
"Maybe because you're so responsive to the responses." Harry smirked.
"Besides... I wasn't the only one who glazed over." Ron said dismissively.
"No... but I didn't react to her like you and almost every other boy in there did." Harry stated. Ron's would-be defiant posture now turned into a defeated slump. Harry remembered the way Miss Snape made him feel. It was like a force like the Imperious curse. It made him shiver at the thought the Imperious curse.
Ron grabbed Harry's pajama front and growled at him. "If I get an ulcer from all this grief, I'm blaming you!"
"Ron... calm down and go to sleep. We need to get up early." Harry sighed.
Ron let go of Harry's shirt and walked over to his own bed. He was once again a blurry figure. "Fine.... but I warn you that if you make any jokes about this in the morning, I'm going to kill you."
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In the morning, Harry saw something that made his cheeks go completely red and his blood run cold. Flying over the Gryffindor table, several pairs of underwear did loop-de-loops, including all of Harry's tartan boxer shorts. Ron came up behind him and stopped dead in his tracks. "M-my-m-m-m-my underwear!"
"Mine too." Harry was stunned and he knew exactly who had done it. Harry saw the brilliant scarlet face of Ginny glaring at Draco.
"DRACO! TWENTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN FOR THIS DISPLAY OF IMMATURITY!" Ginny growled over everyone's voices.
A cold, sneering voice stopped her from tromping over to Draco. "Miss Weasley... do you have any proof that Mr. Malfoy did this?" Snape sneered down at her.
Ginny growled and sat back down in her seat, crossing her arms across her chest. Snape smiled back at Harry. "I'm sure Mr. Potter would enjoy taking his underwear down from the ceiling after breakfast, should he lose his badge over such a small thing."
Harry glared at Snape dangerously. He wanted nothing more than to scrape that grin off his face with a blunt object. "No sir...." he said quietly. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ginny. She leaned against him, trying to make him feel better.
Astra growled loudly at Snape. Harry glanced up at her. "Why don't you use those pent up powers of yours on Malfoy while Smape isn't looking." said Ron.
"Can't.... My powers are gone. I can only use my wand now." Astra said quietly. The last thing she needed was to have Draco know that she couldn't hurt him with her powers. He could use it and exploit it to his advantage.
Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice rang out across the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the privilege to announce a late comer to this school. Professor McGonnagal, please bring out Mr. Stark."
McGonnagal stiffened. Snape grinned tauntingly at her. She stood up and tried to gain her composure. "I'm sorry, Headmaster, but I can't seem to be abl to find Mr. Stark."
"Can't find him, Professor? I thought you never lost a student." Snape's grin got wider as he spoke.
Astra stood up and walked out the main doors and disappeared. Then, she walked back in with a red haired boy in a headlock. "Is anyone missing a little, oblivious, red-haired boy?"
Harry noticed that Avalon seemingly gulped when she saw the boy. Astra walked the boy over to Gryffindor table. "Have a seat Kennedy."
Harry noticed it was the same boy from the clothing shop in Diagon alley. The boy had a ton of freckles spread across his face and neck, much like Ron. He wore horn-rim glasses as well.
"And a few more students are being added to the other houses. Miss Keau Cha is going into Slytherin. Miss Rachel Stiles in Ravenclaw and Mr. Jeremy Stiles in Gryffindor." McGonnagal said. Three students came out of the hallway. There was a pretty oriental girl with short black hair. There was a very pretty third year hispanic girl with long brown hair and a beauty mark above her lip followed her. Th last was a very tall fourth year hispanic boy with a wide, charming smile. He sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table beside Denis Creevy.
"Let the games begin." muttered Astra. She sat down in her spot and smiled at Kennedy. "Hey, AVALON! Yer would-be BOY TOY is coming here now!" Suddenly, Astra was struck with a book to her head. She hit the floor like a limp doll.
Harry stood up and walked over to her. He lifted her head up and lightly slapped her face. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Are you going to b alright?"
"Peachy." she snapped.
Later, in potion class, Astra sat between Harry and Nevaeh. She dabbed at her head with an ice pack in a cloth.
Nevaeh sighed and turned to Harry. "Ever since Vee started going to school with us, she had been quite taken with Ken."
Harry was more worried about the state the Gryffindor tower was going to be in after Astra was through with Avalon.
"How long is she going to stay like that?"
"As long as Vee is still alive." growled Astra.
Professor Snape walked over to their table and leaned down until his face was in Astra's. Do you three mind not talking while I try to teach." he said coldly.
"Get any closer and I'll bite yer nose off." Astra growled.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now be quiet!" Snape said as he jumped away from Astra.
Later, in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry sat watching Ron play chess with Neville. Neville lost. "Checkmate, Neville. Anyone else want to play?"
"I know. Why don't you and Kennedy play. You know, twit against twit?" Astra sneered. Ron's ears went red. Avalon didn't look the least bit happy either. Kennedy sat eating a lollypop in his chair while humming a merry tune.
A fourth year boy walked over and sat next to Astra on the couch. Harry supposed it was Jeremy. "Is that one of your cousins, Astra?"
"Jeremy Stiles. And yes, I am one of her many cousins." Jeremy had an incredibly charming smile. It was almost like Lockheart, he had the ability to show all those white teeth, yet it actually had feeling in it.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
"I know. Astra told me about you after she found out that she really was that lucky." He paused and thought about something. "I heard you are having some problems with a certain boy trying to one up you in a sort of Boxer War?"
Harry blushed and leaned back in his chair. Astra giggled at her cousin and Harry. "Don't worry, Har. I think he's onto something massive."
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