Author's note- Sorry I haven't written in a while; I've just been
incredibly busy eating and sleeping.
"It-It can't be," Harry breathed, his eyes glued on his now re-discovered sister. "M-My sister?" Ginny nodded. It all came into play as she figured it out in her mind; the ghost girl was Mary, the dream girl was Mary, all of them, they were all Mary Littele.
"No, It can't be," Ron spoke for the first time since Harry was in the room. Harry was quite relieved that Ron seemed to want to forget about him snogging Ginny-he hoped. "Her last name's Littele."
"Adoption," Hermione said. "She could have been adopted by Harry's parents before he was born." Harry moved his hand to grab the book at the same time Ginny did and their hands met fleetingly, both of them pulling away fast. Ron sniffed annoyed out his nose.
Hermione ignored all three of them as she continued to wrack her brain for more theory.
"Littele-Mary Littele- Head Girl of 1978!" Hermione shouted triumphantly. "We should be able to find out all about her in A Prefect's world!"
"Oh, speaking of which, where's my badge?" Ron said, twisting his head to look behind him absentmindedly.
"Ron, NOT NOW!" Ginny yelled at him.
"Fine, fine, Ms. Grouchy puss!" Ron chorused. Ginny shot daggers at him with her eyes. He quieted quickly.
Ginny gently took the book slowly from Harry's shaking hands.
"Do you want me to read it?" she asked him quietly. Harry shook his head.
"Not now," he said. Ginny nodded. How could he have a sister? No one had ever told him of her, he had never even heard her name before.
"I'll go and get the prefects book," Hermione said, standing up and walking out the door, Ron following. He met Harry's stare as he turned to look at him and Harry knew that they were friends again; or at least talking.
* * *
"The first game of the season," Harry began, pacing around the outside hall of the boy's and girl's locker rooms, strongly reminding himself of Oliver Wood, "It NOT to be taken lightly. I don't care if your leg has been completely cut off from you body; Gryffindors are better that to just give up. So- uh- So get out there and fly!"
The crowd of Gryffindors screamed and yelled proudly as they began to run to the front door, and a few cracks could be heard as a spare broom on the far side wall was broken in half by a rowdy second year.
"Mcdougal!" Harry shouted. "Get back here!" The boy didn't listen as he sprinted don the hallway and out through the doors to the hall. Harry sighed and a voice behind him made him jump.
"Ah, the joy of being young and impressionable," Ginny said.
"No, I don't think they're impressionable. Just stupid," Harry replied. Ginny laughed. An awkward silence followed as the two stared off into space, careful not to look at one another's eyes.
Ginny, who thought they ought to be getting onto the field, finally piped up with her more-than-slightly embarrassing request.
"Um-Harry, There's-there's this little tie thingy in the back of my robes that I can't figure out. Could you-er, maybe help me?" she asked, her face reddening brightly. Harry's stomach turned uncomfortably.
"Uh, sure." He walked over to her and she turned so her back faced him. Harry fumbled with the little gold cord as he looped it through the holes in criss-crosses, his palms sweaty.
"There. All you have to do is take the string and lace it through the holes," Harry said shakily.
"Well, that seems easy enough. Thanks, Har-," Ginny turned around to face him and saw him staring at her intently, their faces an inch away. For a long while, they just stood staring at each other until Harry noticed that they were moving instinctively closer together. Ginny closed her eyes. Harry smelled faintly of maple leaves and lemon meringue pie.
Suddenly, the doors at the far end on the corridor opened and light poured into the room. They backed away from each other nervously as the shape of a boy appeared in the door way.
"Hey, what are you guys waiting for!" asked Mcdougal. Harry and Ginny walked out quickly onto the green Quidditch field, not knowing to feel relieved or angry.
* * *
Harry hated playing against Slytherin. They never followed the rules. But, it seemed that their ruthless skills weren't counting over bravery; Gryffindor was up by thirty points; Harry was listening intently to Sarah McMillan's broadcast from the top box.
"Snitch to fast for you, Potty?" Draco sneered as he reared up behind Harry. He urged his Firebolt to go faster. He was distracted, however, by a bludger that whistled straight past his ear. It changed direction quickly and headed back the other way.
Harry knew it was heading straight for Malfoy, and ecstasy fell upon him when He saw Draco's look of terror plastered on his ugly face. But, Harry realized, it wasn't because the bludger was heading towards him.
It was because the bludger had already passed him and, with a loud CRACK, had zoomed straight into the Slytherin's student's box, which was full of Horrified children. Harry raced straight over to the other side of the field and into the hole the bludger had made.
He could hear it whizzing around wildly somewhere in the wooden structure and it finally came at his chest. He caught it and heavily heaved it out of the box. He could hear cheers above him and he let out a sigh of relief.
But, it certainly was not over yet. Harry realized with terror that the box was falling down. A wooden holding beam split in two and three others followed. He could hear drift wood falling around him and clattering to the ground.
He still had time to escape, but instead turned his attention to the last beam, which was already splintering. He raced over to it and took his hands off the broom, placing them with all his might on the beam. He could hear Dumbledore on the field, shouting Wingardium Leviosa over and over again as children, screaming and crying, were lowered to safety.
And. Just as he thought every one of his muscles was pulled to the limit and he couldn't bare to hold the wood any longer, he hear Dumbledore's low, old voice call him to come out. He obeyed and was greeted with all Students, Slytherins counted, lifting him up on their shoulders and cheering madly as if he had won the Quidditch cup.
Finally, with many excuse-me's, the heard of children ran off to the castle.
"Potter!" someone yelled from behind him. He turned around to see an expressionless Malfoy. Harry glared at him with despisement.
"What do YOU want?" he asked. Without the slightest change in expression, Malfoy walked over to him and shoved something feathery and flapping madly into his hand; the snitch. Harry stared at him.
"Good job," Draco muttered as if in great pain. Harry gave a half smile as Draco grinded him teeth.
"It-It can't be," Harry breathed, his eyes glued on his now re-discovered sister. "M-My sister?" Ginny nodded. It all came into play as she figured it out in her mind; the ghost girl was Mary, the dream girl was Mary, all of them, they were all Mary Littele.
"No, It can't be," Ron spoke for the first time since Harry was in the room. Harry was quite relieved that Ron seemed to want to forget about him snogging Ginny-he hoped. "Her last name's Littele."
"Adoption," Hermione said. "She could have been adopted by Harry's parents before he was born." Harry moved his hand to grab the book at the same time Ginny did and their hands met fleetingly, both of them pulling away fast. Ron sniffed annoyed out his nose.
Hermione ignored all three of them as she continued to wrack her brain for more theory.
"Littele-Mary Littele- Head Girl of 1978!" Hermione shouted triumphantly. "We should be able to find out all about her in A Prefect's world!"
"Oh, speaking of which, where's my badge?" Ron said, twisting his head to look behind him absentmindedly.
"Ron, NOT NOW!" Ginny yelled at him.
"Fine, fine, Ms. Grouchy puss!" Ron chorused. Ginny shot daggers at him with her eyes. He quieted quickly.
Ginny gently took the book slowly from Harry's shaking hands.
"Do you want me to read it?" she asked him quietly. Harry shook his head.
"Not now," he said. Ginny nodded. How could he have a sister? No one had ever told him of her, he had never even heard her name before.
"I'll go and get the prefects book," Hermione said, standing up and walking out the door, Ron following. He met Harry's stare as he turned to look at him and Harry knew that they were friends again; or at least talking.
* * *
"The first game of the season," Harry began, pacing around the outside hall of the boy's and girl's locker rooms, strongly reminding himself of Oliver Wood, "It NOT to be taken lightly. I don't care if your leg has been completely cut off from you body; Gryffindors are better that to just give up. So- uh- So get out there and fly!"
The crowd of Gryffindors screamed and yelled proudly as they began to run to the front door, and a few cracks could be heard as a spare broom on the far side wall was broken in half by a rowdy second year.
"Mcdougal!" Harry shouted. "Get back here!" The boy didn't listen as he sprinted don the hallway and out through the doors to the hall. Harry sighed and a voice behind him made him jump.
"Ah, the joy of being young and impressionable," Ginny said.
"No, I don't think they're impressionable. Just stupid," Harry replied. Ginny laughed. An awkward silence followed as the two stared off into space, careful not to look at one another's eyes.
Ginny, who thought they ought to be getting onto the field, finally piped up with her more-than-slightly embarrassing request.
"Um-Harry, There's-there's this little tie thingy in the back of my robes that I can't figure out. Could you-er, maybe help me?" she asked, her face reddening brightly. Harry's stomach turned uncomfortably.
"Uh, sure." He walked over to her and she turned so her back faced him. Harry fumbled with the little gold cord as he looped it through the holes in criss-crosses, his palms sweaty.
"There. All you have to do is take the string and lace it through the holes," Harry said shakily.
"Well, that seems easy enough. Thanks, Har-," Ginny turned around to face him and saw him staring at her intently, their faces an inch away. For a long while, they just stood staring at each other until Harry noticed that they were moving instinctively closer together. Ginny closed her eyes. Harry smelled faintly of maple leaves and lemon meringue pie.
Suddenly, the doors at the far end on the corridor opened and light poured into the room. They backed away from each other nervously as the shape of a boy appeared in the door way.
"Hey, what are you guys waiting for!" asked Mcdougal. Harry and Ginny walked out quickly onto the green Quidditch field, not knowing to feel relieved or angry.
* * *
Harry hated playing against Slytherin. They never followed the rules. But, it seemed that their ruthless skills weren't counting over bravery; Gryffindor was up by thirty points; Harry was listening intently to Sarah McMillan's broadcast from the top box.
"Snitch to fast for you, Potty?" Draco sneered as he reared up behind Harry. He urged his Firebolt to go faster. He was distracted, however, by a bludger that whistled straight past his ear. It changed direction quickly and headed back the other way.
Harry knew it was heading straight for Malfoy, and ecstasy fell upon him when He saw Draco's look of terror plastered on his ugly face. But, Harry realized, it wasn't because the bludger was heading towards him.
It was because the bludger had already passed him and, with a loud CRACK, had zoomed straight into the Slytherin's student's box, which was full of Horrified children. Harry raced straight over to the other side of the field and into the hole the bludger had made.
He could hear it whizzing around wildly somewhere in the wooden structure and it finally came at his chest. He caught it and heavily heaved it out of the box. He could hear cheers above him and he let out a sigh of relief.
But, it certainly was not over yet. Harry realized with terror that the box was falling down. A wooden holding beam split in two and three others followed. He could hear drift wood falling around him and clattering to the ground.
He still had time to escape, but instead turned his attention to the last beam, which was already splintering. He raced over to it and took his hands off the broom, placing them with all his might on the beam. He could hear Dumbledore on the field, shouting Wingardium Leviosa over and over again as children, screaming and crying, were lowered to safety.
And. Just as he thought every one of his muscles was pulled to the limit and he couldn't bare to hold the wood any longer, he hear Dumbledore's low, old voice call him to come out. He obeyed and was greeted with all Students, Slytherins counted, lifting him up on their shoulders and cheering madly as if he had won the Quidditch cup.
Finally, with many excuse-me's, the heard of children ran off to the castle.
"Potter!" someone yelled from behind him. He turned around to see an expressionless Malfoy. Harry glared at him with despisement.
"What do YOU want?" he asked. Without the slightest change in expression, Malfoy walked over to him and shoved something feathery and flapping madly into his hand; the snitch. Harry stared at him.
"Good job," Draco muttered as if in great pain. Harry gave a half smile as Draco grinded him teeth.